Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 768 Hospital Bed

When he turned around, he deliberately blew smoke rings on her face. Seeing the girl coughing, he felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart. Friday's physics class became the fuse. Banggeng stuffed the frog specimen into the schoolbag of the girl in the front row. Chen Mo was so angry that he trembled all over in the screams: "You bastard! You must drop out of school tomorrow!" The boy flipped over the desk and the textbooks flew like snowflakes: "Drop it if you want! Who wants to stay in this damn place!" He grabbed his schoolbag and was about to leave, but Lin Xia suddenly blocked the door, and her ponytail swept across the school badge on his chest. "Student Li Bang, can we talk?" The girl's voice was trembling. Banggeng smelled the faint jasmine scent on her body, and remembered that his mother also used hand cream with this scent when he was a child. He followed her to the rooftop for some reason, but when he heard "I'm sorry about your mother", he suddenly became furious. During the shoving, Lin Xia's head hit the rusty iron door, and blood spread along her white shirt. The sirens of the ambulance tore through the tranquility of the campus. Banggeng sat in the security room, looking at his bloody palms. Chen Mo overturned the chair when he rushed in: "Did you know that Teacher Lin has a congenital heart disease? If she..." His voice choked and his fist slammed heavily on the table. Outside the window, the flashing red and blue lights of the police car were reflected on the pale face of the boy. In the police station late at night, his father's slap came unexpectedly. Banggeng's cheeks swelled up instantly, but he stubbornly refused to bow his head. "I spent so much money to send you to school!" The man's crocodile leather belt hit the iron chair, "Now look, people are going to sue you for intentional injury!" The photo of his mother slipped from his father's wallet. The woman in the floral dress in the photo was smiling gently. Banggeng remembered that before Lin Xia fell down, her eyes were exactly the same as his mother's in the photo. On the day the school held an emergency meeting, Banggeng was asked to stand in the center of the meeting room. The principal's glasses reflected a cold light: "The nature is bad, the influence is extremely bad, and he must be expelled." Chen Mo suddenly stood up: "Teacher Lin is still in the ICU. When she wakes up, maybe..." "Maybe what?" The dean slammed the table, "Such a student is a time bomb if he stays in school!" The sycamore leaves outside the window were rustling in the wind, just like Banggeng's accelerated heartbeat. On the way to visit Lin Xia, Banggeng clutched the daisies he stole from the flower shop. The glass of the intensive care unit reflected his miserable appearance: his hair was greasy and tangled, and two buttons of his school uniform were missing. Through the glass window, he saw the girl's pale face entangled in the instrument tubes, and a copy of "The Bird's Nest" was placed on the bedside - it was the one he tore up in the library last week. When the nurse came over, he hurriedly stuffed the flowers into the trash can. Online public opinion spread like wildfire. In the hot post "XX Middle School Violence Incident" on the local forum, Banggeng's photo was photoshopped into a green-faced and fanged evil ghost. Someone dug up the old news of his mother jumping off a building, and the comments section was full of curses: "Like mother, like son" and "This kind of person should be sent to a juvenile detention center." He huddled in a corner of the Internet cafe, watching the malice jumping on the screen, his stomach churning with the taste of cheap instant noodles. The turning point came on the seventh day. Lin Xia finally woke up, and she rejected her lawyer's suggestion to sue. "He is just a child who lacks love." She wrote this sentence on the hospital bed, her handwriting crooked. When Chen Mo brought Banggeng to the hospital, the boy stared at the floor and dared not look up. "Can you help me peel an apple?" Lin Xia's voice was as light as a feather. When Banggeng was clumsily peeling the fruit, the girl suddenly said, "Your mother must love you very much, so she pinned the butterfly hairpin on your schoolbag for so many years." The boy's hands trembled violently, and the apple rolled to the ground. Lin Xia took out the faded hairpin from under the pillow, and the rhinestones on the wings had fallen off long ago. "I found it in your desk." She smiled. "That day you said your father was in Africa, but actually he was moving bricks at the construction site, right?" Banggeng's tears fell on his knees. This was the first time he cried in front of others after his mother committed suicide. On the day the school's disciplinary decision came down, Banggeng was given a serious warning and was placed on probation. He took the initiative to apply to clean the playground. The morning dew wet his trouser legs, but he felt more at ease than staying in the classroom. After Lin Xia resumed classes, she taught him to read Tagore's poem: "The world kisses me with pain, and I repay it with songs." He began to doodle in his notebook, drawing his mother's butterfly hairpin and the cosmos that Lin Xia taught him to recognize. The parent-teacher meeting turned into a special reconciliation meeting. His father, wearing a washed-out work suit, almost fell down when he bowed to Lin Xia. Banggeng stood nearby and noticed the white hair on his father's head for the first time. Chen Mo handed over Banggeng's weekly diary, on one of the pages of which he wrote: "It turns out that apologizing is much harder than fighting, but it feels like a big stone has been lifted from my heart." The sunlight outside the window was just right, making the tears on the boy's eyelashes sparkle. On the day of graduation, Banggeng handed Lin Xia the admission letter. The auto repair major of the vocational school had a crooked butterfly painted on the cover. "When I make money," he scratched the back of his head, "I'll buy you a real cosmos." The girl smiled and touched his head, a gesture that reminded him of his mother's last hug. The bell of the teaching building rang, and he turned and ran to the playground. The wind lifted the corner of his school uniform, like a butterfly that finally spread its wings.

The film is set in the canteen of the steel mill, and revolves around the director's appreciation of Sha Zhu's cooking skills. Through the changes in his attitude towards his coworkers after he came to power and the contradictions in the canteen reform, the film shows the character's process from simplicity to expansion and then to fall, highlighting the backlash of vanity. The factory flower withers. The autumn sun of 1983 made the iron roof of the steel mill hot. Sha Zhu's white apron was holding freshly picked coriander and was sprinkling it into the mutton soup on the stove. There was a long queue at the canteen window, and the shouts of the coworkers were mixed with steam: "Brother Zhu, add two more spoons of chili oil!" He grinned, and the oil cake residue he had chewed in the morning was still on his back teeth. The factory director Zhang Weimin was attracted by the aroma of mutton soup. That day, Sha Zhu was standing on tiptoe to clean the ceiling fan when he heard a cough behind him. He turned around and saw the man in the navy blue Zhongshan suit staring at the soup pot, his Adam's apple moving. "Young man, you can open a restaurant with this skill." Director Zhang kicked the stove with the tip of his leather shoes. "Come with me tomorrow to entertain the leaders from the bureau." The crystal chandelier in the VIP seats was so bright that Shazhu couldn't open his eyes.

At an auction in 1943, two celadon bowls were sold at sky-high prices and then mysteriously disappeared. Shen Zhixia followed Lin Shen into the cultural relic restoration room late at night. The moonlight shone through the blinds, casting striped shadows on the workbench filled with porcelain pieces. "Look at this." Lin Shen picked up the fragment with tweezers. Under the ultraviolet light, fluorescent small words emerged from the tangled branches: "The real picture is at the intersection of the star tracks."

He was wearing a new blue striped apron, and his hands were shaking as he sprinkled wolfberries into the sea cucumber soup. The deputy director tasted Buddha Jumps Over the Wall and tapped the white porcelain bowl with his chopsticks: "Xiao Zhang, your factory is full of hidden talents." Director Zhang smiled with wrinkles on his face and patted Sha Zhu on the shoulder: