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Writing in the Republic of China (8)

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    Zhu Ziqing eulogized spring in his proses, describing spring as a beautiful girl. However, this kind of spring probably only exists in the gentle and beautiful Jiangnan water town, and the spring in Beiping is not so gentle.  The spring in Beiping is chilling, with the bitterness of winter and the rough temperament unique to the north. The unmelted spring snow in the corner of the wall last night was shining brightly, and the bare branches of the peach tree in front of the courtyard were listless.  The emerging new leaves can only be seen up close.

    Le Jing was lying on the bed, and he could see the gloomy peach tree just by looking up.  Just like him at this time.

    When he woke up from Li's house, it was still late winter, and there was still dazzling new snow on the road. Now it is early spring, and everything has recovered, leaving him and the peach tree frozen in winter.

    He coughed softly for a while, then tried to sit up, luckily, and moved step by step to the desk not far away.

    As soon as Le Jing sat down, he couldn't help panting, his lungs creaked in his chest like an old bellows, and a familiar itching filled the depths of his throat.  He swallowed violently a few mouthfuls of saliva to moisten his throat, resisted the discomfort, picked up the pen and began to write, the ink smeared on the crooked words, like a ferocious centipede.

    Le Jing closed his eyes, pretending he didn't see it.

    He ignored all the discomforts in his body, and with strong willpower, he firmly left lines of ugly words on the white manuscript, and then a more intense itching crawled out from the depths of his throat.

    This time Le Jing couldn't bear it anymore, he bent down and let out a heart-piercing cough.  He thought bitterly that Nabokov's old saying was true: there are three things that a man cannot hide, cough, poverty and love.

    Li Shuran ran into the door following the sound of coughing, and saw her elder brother, who was still seriously ill and should be resting in bed, was sitting at the desk with a pen and coughing, her face paled, and she ran over to caress his back in distress  Back, she said: "Brother, you are really sick, the doctor has told you to rest well." She glanced at the manuscript paper spread out on the desk, and persuaded: "You are in such a body now,  How do you write a good article? It¡¯s better to write the article slowly, it won¡¯t be too late when you are in good health.¡±

    I'm afraid not.

    Le Jing finally stopped coughing, and his pale face became a little more bloody.  Why didn't he know what Li Shuran was saying.  The article he just forced himself to write, let alone the content, said that the handwriting was so ugly that he didn't dare to read it. If he could, he would of course want to take a good rest.

    It's a pity he has no time.

    Le Jing didn't expect that one day he would have something to do with the word cumbersome, even though he didn't want to admit it, he is indeed a cumbersome these days.

    He fell ill almost after renting the house, and the sudden illness was so severe that it was overwhelming.  Although Li Jingran was the same age as Le Jing, his body had already been hollowed out by wine and sex, and he was a heavy smoker, so his body was just a shell of paper.  It is no exaggeration for Le Jing to say that it took half his life to quit the drug. Then, in order to get out of the fire pit with Li Shuran as soon as possible, he did not even have time to recuperate, so he began to write and contribute non-stop, and then sat for several days.  The train came all the way to Beiping in the night, and even hard-core people couldn't hold it down like this, let alone Li Jingran's health was not good.  It can be said that it is God's blessing that Lejing can last until they rent a house and have a foothold before falling ill.

    Then there is non-stop seeking medical advice.  Medicines in the Republic of China were undoubtedly very expensive. This can be seen from the article written by a certain literary giant who abandoned medicine and turned to literature in later generations. Thinking that the literary giant¡¯s family was rich in the local area when he was young, but because of his chronically ill father, his family fell into poverty.  It can be seen from the high cost of medical treatment in the Republic of China.

    Although Le Jing did not suffer from a serious illness, such illnesses due to physical reasons are difficult to deal with. In addition, Le Jing fell into a coma due to a high fever, and Li Shuran, a little girl, has no backbone. Naturally, what kind of medicine is expensive?  What medicine.  Le Jing has only been ill for half a month, and the remaining one hundred and eighty-five yuan after they rented the house has shrunk to thirty yuan. After deducting the next month's rent of twenty yuan, their net worth is now only ten yuan.

    Le Jing originally thought that bringing Li Shuran to Peiping was to help her get out of the sea of ??suffering, but he didn't want the little girl to worry about his dilapidated body, not to mention the lack of food and clothing, and the risk of living on the streets He had never felt such a moment  to such humiliation.

    So don't say that he is just unwell now, even if his hands are broken now, he will finish the article with his mouth and feet.  Let him lie on the bed like a cumbersome waste?  It would be better to kill him quickly.

    So for Li Shuran's persuasion, Le Jing just smiled lightly, "I am in much better health now, and I have nothing to do in bed, so I might as well find something for myself to do." Seeing that Li Shuran wanted to persuade him again, he calmly moved away  The topic: "I'm sick nowIt's a dog"

    The content of the story is a pet dog from the future sees the eccentricities of the Republic of China, with thousands of people and faces, and all beings in various forms.

    This is going to be a long, long story.

    Le Jing will spend a long time writing it.

    ?Don't want to leave a name in the history, just want to speak freely, with a clear heart.

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