Days to Return to the Goddess

Wang Yong's home is narrower than Xiang Chaoyang's.

A large bed was placed about ten square meters, and a dilapidated wooden table was placed in the aisle beside the bed. A dilapidated chair next to the wooden table was missing a corner. It was cushioned with a flat stone to maintain the balance of the four corners. Lots of rotten fruits, blackened water glasses, and half-eaten bread were placed on the table. Several plastic bags filled with unknown debris were piled on the table randomly, and many flies stayed flying in the sky.

The pitted ground was littered with clutter, many of which were empty plastic bottles, and the narrow and closed room was filled with a rotten breath that made people feel nauseous.

Rao was Jiang Yu, who was able to face the Chaoyang family, but at this moment he involuntarily and subconsciously covered his nose with his hands.

And the only big bed in that room, a man weighing about one hundred and seventy jin, took up most of the area of ​​the bed, topless, half leaning against the head of the bed doing nothing, in a daze.

The news that Jiang Yu came to interview Chen Ke had communicated with Wang Yong's family in advance. Wang Yong's father was an honest and loyal person and was not used to rejecting it. Chen Ke explained his intention and request, and the cautious old man agreed.

"Anchor Jiang, Jiang, you are here, sit down quickly..." The old man came out from the narrow toilet on one side with a rag in his hand. Obviously he did not expect Jiang Yu to come so soon, and he was at a loss to guide him. As someone came into the room, I saw that there was no serious place to sit in the house, and chuckled: "The house is small and can't sit down. Host Jiang, you have to bear with me, wait for me to borrow two chairs."

Compared with Wang Yong’s 170-80 jin reminder, the old man appeared to be much leaner. A dark and wrinkled skin on the back of his hand was tightly wrapped in jagged bones, and dark spots were all over the back of his hand and cheeks. The high raised cheekbones seem to pierce a thin layer of flesh, the muddy eyes are sunken, and the lips have lost their color.

Jiang Yu Congshan Ruliu smiled and said: "Old man, let's interview if we don't sit down. We will leave after the interview. Don't be busy."

The old man took the rag and rubbed it back and forth, "Whatever works, you have to drink something, I will buy you a drink."

"No need, no need, really no need," Lest the old man would be troublesome, Jiang Yu pulled Chen Ke in. "Uncle, that's Wang Yong, right?"

"Eh yes yes, my son, Wang Yong." The old man said to the silent Wang Yong again: "Yong, these two TV reporters are here to interview you, you can say a few words."

Wang Yong's vacant eyes moved away from the old sheet, looked at Jiang Yu vainly, and hummed a tone weakly from his nose.

"You kid, why are you so rude!" The old man took a few steps forward and sat on the edge of his bed chattering.

Perhaps because he was used to the old man's nagging, Wang Yong didn't hear a few words before he got up and turned over with difficulty, leaving his back to Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang sighed and turned around to look at Jiang Yu, "Anchor Jiang, I'm sorry, my son...this is his temper, he is very stubborn."

Jiang Yu can understand Wang Yong’s feelings. In her previous life, she had been lying in bed for three years, and her emotions were repeatedly depressed by physical pain. She kept asking herself what it means to be alive, and she didn’t want to speak. In the depressive stage, I lose all hope and courage in life, indifferent to everything around me, and lose interest.

"It's okay," Jiang Yu smiled: "Uncle, can I interview you?"

"Of course, anchor Jiang, if you have any questions, just ask!"

As soon as Chen Ke entered the door, he turned on the camera and photographed every detail of the ten-square-meter house, and finally pointed the camera at Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang sat by the bed, Jiang Yu sat on the chair with missing feet, smiled at Uncle Wang, and said, "Uncle, would you mind telling us about Wang Yong's physical condition?"

Uncle Wang's face sank, palms patted his thighs, and he sighed heavily, "This is no way. In an accident that year, the child couldn't get up from lying on the ground on the spot. He went to the hospital for an examination. The doctor said that his spine was affected. Reversed injury, no sensation below the waist..."

Speaking of this, Uncle Wang choked and couldn't speak.

Jiang Yu glanced at the corner filled with plastic bottles, where there was a dilapidated wheelchair.

Seeing Jiang Yu's gaze, Uncle Wang also looked at it and explained: "It was a wheelchair donated by the government before. It was repaired and can barely be used now."

"Have you checked up at Beijing Hospital recently? What did the doctor say?"

"After checking, the doctor still meant that. There is no way. The price of the rehabilitation treatment they proposed is...too expensive. I can save one or two thousand in a month." Uncle Wang's hands trembled slightly and his eyes were red. Tremblingly said: "No way, I'm useless!"

Jiang Yu looked at the still unmoving back on the bed, and said, "Uncle Wang, there are some questions, I want to ask Wang Yong's permission to ask them, you see..."

"It's all right, you can ask."

Jiang Yu organized the language and tried not to stimulate this traumatized man again, "Wang Yong, can I talk to you?"

The back is very stubborn.

"Anchor Jiang, you go." After a long time, Wang Yong said dullly, "I don't want to be interviewed."

Uncle Wang couldn't bear it and apologized to Jiang Yu, "I'm sorry, anchor Jiang, this kid...this kid, please be considerate of you."

"I know I know, I understand both."

When Wang Yong heard this, he turned around laboriously, looking at Jiang Yu with scorching eyes, "What do you know? What do you understand?"

Jiang Yu was not timid to meet those eyes filled with despair and anger. She said: "At the Asian Games held in Thailand in 1998, you won glory for your country and won the gold medal in weightlifting. I know your deeds."

Speaking of this, Jiang Yu paused, looking at the moldy traces left by the mottled wall due to water leakage, and continued: "Because of that game, you tried your best to break your limits, Wang Yong, you created A miracle is still a result that cannot be crossed. But your body was crushed in that game. You can't even stand on the podium to receive your own glory. The result of a game is You have been lying in bed for more than ten years, you are not reconciled, I understand."

Wang Yong clenched his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, and his temples burst into blue veins. Looking at Jiang Yu, he did not speak for a long time.

"Wang Yong, I can make a show for you to tell everyone what you have encountered. I don't want everyone to sympathize with you, I just want everyone to see you, know you, remember you, and I want to help you too. Fight for your own rights, at least, I don’t want you to lie on the bed in such a muddle-headed manner, waiting for death where no one knows."

"Then how do you want me to live?" Wang Yong opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Yu, emotionally drooping his two weak legs that are completely different from the fat upper body, and roared: "I can't Moving waste, how do you want me to live? What can I do besides this!"

"Brave!" Uncle Wang's scrawny hands hugged Wang Yong, tears hot, "Anchor Jiang...she is also for your good..."

"Good for me? Good for me?" Wang Yong stared at Uncle Wang, "Twelve years! I live curled up like a mouse in such a place! No one remembers me for so many years, and now he wants me to buy a lens Selling miserables to beat the ratings? Teasing me? Sympathizing with me? Or using me?"

Wang Yong's eyes were flushed, and his face looked ugly as if he was about to strip Jiang Yu alive. "You said before that you would help us solve the problem, but what about it? Time and time again, year after year, you guys who eat dry food and me again and again. Promise, have you fulfilled anything for me? Let me hold the gold medal to the camera like a fool again and again, and it’s fun to play with a monkey!"

Out of anger, Wang Yong didn’t care about grabbing the things on the bed and hitting Jiang Yu. Chen Ke quickly pulled Jiang Yu up with his eyes and hands. A wooden board rubbed Jiang Yu’s arm and knocked over the things on the wooden table. On the ground.

"Get out! Get out! I don't want to see you reporters anymore!" Wang Yong grabbed another board and smashed at Chen Ke's camera. Now Chen Ke is not so fast and fast. He held Jiang Yu, but failed to hold the camera, and watched his 180,000 camera bang to the ground.

Chen Ke picked up the camera on the ground with a distress, as if he had eaten a piece of meat on his heart.

"This, this, this...Anchor Jiang, my child didn't mean it. I'll pay for what you guys do..."

Chen Ke hid the camera with a few gaps open, kept smiling and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Uncle Wang breathed a sigh of relief, "It's fine if it's not broken."

Turning to look at Wang Yong, Wang Yong was panting and gritted his teeth. After his emotions passed, an unspeakable stench suddenly came from the narrow air.

Everyone froze.

Wang Yong was incontinent.

Wang Yong's dark trousers and bedding have become soggy to the naked eye. This man who used to have a lot of scenery and was favored by coaches and countless spectators, who once had a high morale and refused to admit defeat, screamed in embarrassment.

"Get out! You all get out!!!" The scream pierced through the broken soul, sending out desperate pleading and crying.

Jiang Yu's heart was trembling. She seemed to see her once embarrassed struggling between dignity and death.

Life is easy, death is easy, life is not as easy as death.

Uncle Wang tremblingly said, "Anchor Jiang, you should go out first, go out first..."

This old man wants to clean up his child's body and bed.

This can no longer continue the interview.

Jiang Yu was silent with Chen Ke and left this narrow room. The corridor was far away, and Wang Yong's cry of collapse like a child could be heard in the room.

Under the sunlight outside, Jiang Yu took a deep breath, as if vomiting all the depression in his heart. About half an hour later, Uncle Wang came out and apologized to Jiang Yu repeatedly, "Anchor Jiang , Don’t worry about him, this kid always does."

Jiang Yu shook his head, "It's okay..."

I said two words, tears streaming down my face.