Experienced soul calling, human trafficking, lost, beaten... Hui Hui, who was mentally disabled due to a major car accident, was 11 years old and could not calculate 4 plus 8, he ate a lot at every meal, he only had his right arm to move, he walked and dragged on his right leg, but everything did not prevent him from loving basketball, "I love Guo Allen (Liaoning men's basketball guard), I want to hold him (pillow) to sleep. ”
11-year-old Hui Hui
Rescue room "Calling The Soul"
"You all give me a lift, and I'm going to go in and call the soul of the child."
Eleven years ago, my sister stood at the door of the intensive care unit of Qinghai Children's Hospital and shouted.
At the door of the intensive care unit, there was a stunned head nurse, her outstretched arms guarding the door like wings, "What are you doing?" I'm going to call the Dean! ”
"I'm going to go in and wake up the child, you don't understand!" The hospital's security guards and leaders rushed over. Before my sister came to Qinghai to visit, she had already found a godmother in Hebei. She rushed into the ward in order to hand the mobile phone to the child's ear and let the godmother "wake up" him.
"I am responsible for what happens, that is, the mobile phone blows air on the child, does not light incense, and does not move the child."
At that time, Qinghai Children's Hospital was still a ward that had not been transformed many years ago, in the dim corridor, the patient's family members slept in the aisle with baggage and luggage, the incense in the corner was burning for a long time, the pine leaves and barley that represented the prayer to the gods were filled with green smoke, the cries of the children, the cries of the family members, the drying of the used yellow diapers on the plastic ropes in the corridors of the wards, these scenes made my sister think that she had returned to the health center in the 70s and 80s.
The head nurse opened the door.
Two months old Hui Hui, the head is bigger than the body, the coma is full of rescue tubes, the car accident caused by the continuous cerebral hemorrhage, the doctor has issued several critical notices, "You think again, give up the rescue, the child is too seriously injured." ”
My sister, under the "surveillance" of the head nurse, stuck her mobile phone to the child's ear, and the sound of FUFU blowing came from the hands-free of the mobile phone and lasted for about ten minutes.
"The godmother over there said that many people want to take the child away, and they must call the child's soul back, and finally come back."
When my sister described all this to me, it was already the next day, because of the serious injuries in the car accident, and I was still lying in a hospital bed. The child wakes up intermittently, and the doctor also issues a last critical illness notice, which may be paralyzed, blind, lifelong mental retardation, inability to work... More than 20 contents, the intensive care unit is close to 10,000 per day, is it necessary to continue to rescue?
Hui Hui's life and death are uncertain.
I said, anyway, save.
Life-saving money, donated by old colleagues, borrowed from friends, the child woke up, still stupid. I remember one day, in the hallway of the ward, a seriously injured four-year-old child was sent, crossing the highway while playing, and later found under the tires of the car, and half an hour later, the child was gone, and his father was shouting and crying like a wolf in the corridor of the ward, and Hui Hui was sleeping in the ward, with gauze wrapped around his head. Life and death are so impermanent that they happen right in front of us.
The car accident caused Hui Hui to suffer a severe cerebral contusion and laceration on the right side of his brain. Two months after being discharged from the hospital, the child is still often comatose and unresponsive.
Old colleagues helped connect with the best Beijing child neurosurgeons in Asia. After waiting for a long time in the doctor's office, the doctor looked at the child's examination results, sighed and said, hold it back to raise it, what can be cultivated.
In the corridor of Beijing Tiantan Hospital, parents holding their children came and went, and I held Hui Hui and sat for a long time.
The glow of childhood
Long recovery
The long recovery began.
Children with cerebral palsy, premature babies, Down children, children with autism... The recovery of these special children is difficult.
Hui Hui reacted when he stood up, but the doctor was not sure that he would walk independently. The cost of rehabilitation per day is 700 yuan.
The children who do rehabilitation with Hui Hui are mostly single mothers and single fathers. Adults often look out of the glass window, watching the movements of the healer and the child, and their eyes are warm or dim.
I heard a mother say that one day, the father of the child went downstairs to buy cigarettes, disappeared, and never contacted her or the child again. I heard a father say that when he woke up one morning, the mother of the child was gone and the money in the bank card had been taken.
The ups and downs of the world are painful to the bone marrow, and the heart and liver are broken, but the children do not know. They often laugh, hehehe Hui Hui was one of those lying there.
A friend recommended an Italian doctor who did rehabilitation treatment in a community in Beijing, and she carefully examined the child for a long time, "You know, the child's interest will be the biggest motivation for his sports rehabilitation." You have to be with the child and find it. ”
What that is, I don't know yet. Day after day, in addition to drinking milk and eating, Hui Hui only likes strollers, and he slowly pushes it, and his face is full of joy.
Coming at the forefront are rehabilitation costs, companionship and work.
In order to save money, it was the child's grandfather and the child's father who learned to rehabilitate and accompany the child every day, and I began to travel for interviews. For a month or two, I could only look at Hui Hui from the photos on my phone.
One day he returned to Qinghai on a business trip, and on the sheepskin under the cherry tree, there was a dark-skinned child lying on his stomach, which was the glow of following his grandfather every day, and the wind and sun of the plateau had turned him into a small black egg.
The happiest thing he did every day was that Grandpa picked up a pile of stones and dirt for him, and he threw them into the distance piece by piece, which was the way the sheep herded the sheep.
The tanned brothers
In April 2012, the second anniversary of the Yushu earthquake in Qinghai. Grieving herders light a butter lamp to honor their deceased loved ones.
In the Yushu earthquake, a Tibetan taxi driver I knew lost his baby, who was only a few months old, and the collapsed house was pressed against the kang where the child slept. The mother of the child, who was busy in the yard, survived, but she was really crazy. The couple gave the child to the lama monk in Yushu, who sent the child away by chanting in the cold and clear water.
During the year of the reconstruction of the ruins of Yushu, the driver locked his insane wife in the yard while driving. The next year, the wife got pregnant and gave birth to a second boy, much like the first child, and the driver said, "My child, back." At this time, my insane wife was holding her newborn child and smiling at me in the yard. Remembering the life and death disasters that Hui Hui encountered in two months, I also felt sadness from my heart, and tears came out of my eyes.
"There is a high monk, a living Buddha who lives here, so go and meet him." This driver said to me.
It was a monk who was more than two meters tall. I walked so far that the tears were like a river that broke its banks. After only a few words about the child's situation, I could no longer speak.
"You are the mother of a child, like the sun of a child, and you have to believe that he will be fine, and he will get better and better." 」
I couldn't cry. The monk gave me a bag of herbs from the grasslands of Tibetan areas to carry with the child.
"You have to believe." He said.
One night in the summer of 2013, glowing with a high fever began to convulse, and the corners of his mouth were dripping with foam. The doctor said that the child may have epilepsy and has had such a serious brain injury... It is better to have another child.
After Hui Hui's high fever, I hid the stroller, and he finally began to walk on his own trembling, one step, two steps, the road was full of traffic, I was on the side of the road with tears, crying and laughing, watching him walk, turn in circles, fall, get up and take a few steps.
For months, I carried him on my back on the bus, on the high-speed train, on the plane, and with me in interviews. It was so hot that he slept on top of me, and it was hot out of his tiny prickly heat.
During the interview, he fell asleep on the couch next to him. When writing, he walked around in a circle by the bedside, slapped off the computer, and wrote a night of manuscript scrapping.
This arduous path of companionship
Finally, I met people like human traffickers.
Bustling Beijing West Railway Station, before the train departed, the "pregnant woman" next to her and her husband praised Hui Hui for looking so cute, and always said that she wanted to hug her, and their gray-haired mother-in-law said, This little fat man looks really good, can you let me hug it too.
They talked for a long time, I want to undo the back of the child, stuck in the back, a little difficult. The radio shouted, the train was about to start, the old woman suddenly reached directly over, holding the child's upper body, pulling the child out, the strength of her hand was amazing - I suddenly came back, it seemed that something was wrong, the back was very strong, Hui Hui was very fat, I held the child and pulled back, shouting: "What are you doing!" ”
The old woman's hand was quickly withdrawn. The police patrolled over, and the three of them like they had never seen me and the child before, all with their heads tilted to the other side. I was scared out of a cold sweat.
I rarely take Hui Hui on business again.
In the summer, he began to follow his grandfather and father, following the bees to migrate. He was often stung by bees and his eyes could not be opened, and his head was swollen with bags.
There are very few people on the steppe, and it is a long way to see a herdsman shop in the distance. Hui Hui followed his grandfather and father to collect firewood, pick wild vegetables, and sleep in the tent, his words became more and more, and often he could walk far to play alone, lying in the grass and falling asleep. Bees sometimes burrow into the quilt, burrow into clothes, and suddenly get a sting, and Hui Hui is still swollen badly.
Glow lying on the hive
At the age of four, the kindergarten reluctantly accepted Hui Hui, who could do nothing, pierced the paper with a pencil, roared like a wolf when he lost his temper, and kicked the bench away. Because his left hand can't grasp things, his right hand can't wipe his ass flexibly, and he can't always wipe it clean. Daily poop often sticks to his pants, and the urine wets his pants. Coupled with the love of sweating, two or three days without bathing, the smell of Hui Hui's body is very bad.
I remember it was winter, and I started hiring workers to sell honey together. One day, while everyone was busy, the nanny aunt was cooking, and Hui Hui used a stroller to push away his little brother, who was only a few months old, and disappeared. I was scattered with all the people who helped me, my walking legs were soft, and my throat was so sharp that I couldn't shout.
"Found it!" A phone call came, and he and his youngest brother were found in an alley near the county hospital because of a small ditch where the stroller was stuck.
By this time, he was six years old and couldn't count, couldn't write his own name, couldn't memorize my phone number, and couldn't tell where he was from.
He could not control his appetite (he had already weighed 70 kilograms by the age of 11), and if he did not control each meal, he would eat three large bowls until he was full of burps. Every time I finish eating, I doze off, I don't brush my teeth or wash my face and quietly sleep, my belly is towering in front of my body, and my teeth have a lot of worm teeth.
Old colleague Rice once reminded me that many children with intellectual disabilities cannot control their appetite, and they will suffer from severe diabetes in their teens, which will accompany them for life.
His right hand is so strong that he can pull a large box of adults, but he can't convert 4 plus 8 equals several, and needs to seek fingers or sticks.
In the cartoon, only Peppa Pig, he can understand, because every episode is short, Peppa Pig's first few episodes, he has probably watched hundreds of times.
At the same time, he has an amazing memory, he can remember the license plate number, he can remember the face and clothes of strangers, the color, smell, sound, smell, he can remember very small details, but he can't remember the way to write pinyin, can't calculate his own formula.
Hui Hui grew up
"Mom, you're coming out, and another kid is calling my brother a 'fool.'"
The second brother knocked on the window and shouted, I can't remember how many times it was.
Later, the second eldest, who was already in the first grade, said, Mom, my brother is not sick, why is he always different from us, can you not let him stay with us.
In the summer of 2021, Hui Hui cried by the window, saying that someone called him a fool, I followed him, a tall boy in the courtyard did not speak, and the boy next to him smashed me with a sandbag, "Go away." ”
Until the 110 patrol arrived.
Hui Hui saw the policeman's clothes and took my hand, "Go home, Mom, let's go home!" ”
"Do you know this is bullying?" Gang up to bully disabled children, and you guys are coming! The police reprimanded several big boys.
A month later, the boy from another community dragged Hui Hui to the open space next to him to play, hui hui sat on the ground and could not get up, and the boy's fist slammed the top of Hui Hui's injured head.
This scene is after the alarm, I saw in the cell surveillance video, heavy punches and slaps, repeated twice.
In the conference room of the police station, the old air conditioner made a whimpering sound, and the police said to the 13-year-old boy who beat him: "Why did you beat him?" ”
"He doesn't listen to me... I didn't know he was disabled. ”
"Yes, my kids don't know he's disabled." The boy's mother said loudly.
"Nothing... not...... Never mind. Hui Hui, who had not spoken all along, suddenly stuttered, paused for a few seconds and said, "No... not...... Relationship, I don't hurt anymore. ”
Accompany Hui Hui out of the police station, and the teacher of the special education school accompanies Hui Hui on the sidewalk. She looked at the traffic on the left and right, and Hui Hui bowed her head.
The teacher said to me, you see, although Hui Hui has also been bullied, he has not bullied anyone so far, someone has beaten and scolded him, he has not scolded others, he has always been a child with a kind heart.
The teacher said, do you know, he always helps me carry water, he sings very well, he can sing "Moon on the Prairie", he can sing "Xuancao Flower", he will recite ancient poems, "Dead vines and old trees are faint", "The country voice is unchanged and the sideburns are fading", he can paint, he can draw grasslands and wildflowers, he will paint the sea and the house, he will help his classmates get down the stairs, he will help us clean the table... He was the most caring squad leader.
Finally, the teacher said, "Hui Hui, you can't play outside alone in the future." ”
"That... Can I go to the basketball court and play basketball? ”
After Hui Hui was beaten this time, for several weeks, he did not dare to go to the yard to play basketball.
"That little fat guy in your house?" Helped me open the unit door every time. ”
"What about your boss?" Would love chatting with us. The grandparents in the courtyard said.
"Auntie, what about your chubby brother?" We want to play basketball with him. ”
Dreams about basketball
The first basketball was an old basketball he bought on the stall when he was more than a year old.
The training of the basketball team in high school, the sweat and excitement on the court, and the shooting over and over again in the early morning and at nightfall are long memories. As long as I see the basketball hoop, I still get excited when I see the basketball. When Hui Hui was not yet born, I once silently made a wish, when you grow up, play basketball with your mother.
On a trip to the basketball court, the taxi driver asked, "How old are you?" What year was born? ”
Hui Hui threw a look at me for help.
"You're so old, don't you count how old you are?"
The driver asked.
Neither the child nor I spoke.
"I love Allen Guo! ...... Do you know who Guo Allen is? Hui Hui said suddenly.
"Who is Guo Allen?"
"Guo Allen can play basketball very well!" ...... I sleep with Guo Allen (pillow) every day! The driver master didn't know how to answer the call, and everyone was silent for a while.
When he loses his temper, he will throw Guo Allen's smiling pillow with a basketball to the ground, and then pick it up and hug it tightly, and no one can touch this pillow.
Sam, a foreign teacher who once taught him basketball, is also deeply liked by Huihui. It was a free experience class, Hui Hui met a foreign teacher for the first time, and his attention was rarely sustained for a long time, and he had rare concentration in the 30-minute long course.
But most of the time, he kept his right hand in his pants pocket, and many prescribed movements, passing the ball, dribbling, holding the ball and bouncing, there was no way to follow the other children.
Only when it was time to shoot, he took his hand out.
All three rebounds were shot, all beautiful hollow balls.
"Hey, dude, you know what? You have to believe in yourself and don't care about others (how to see). Mr. SAM patted him on the shoulder and said, although from the beginning, Mr. SAM saw his disabled left hand.
In the second class, he had no way to study with sam's students, but his eyes were like glued to SAM's body, watching the teacher's every movement until the end of the lesson.
"Goodbye, SAM teacher."
Hui Hui turned to look at Sam Teacher several times.
"Teacher, I like you."
"Goodbye!" Teacher SAM hugged him.
During that time, every time I wanted to play, Hui Hui said, I want to go to SAM teacher.
I didn't explain to him why Sam teacher couldn't continue to teach him.
"Sam teacher said, let me believe in myself." He said it over and over again.
Hui Hui and foreign teacher SAM
Maybe he'll never be able to play against someone else on the basketball court, he'll just shoot under the basket over and over again, shoot the ball, don't go to the basket in three steps, don't pass the ball to others with both hands, can't dribble, but the shots are getting more and more accurate.
The way he looked up at the rebound reminded me of how silly he looked in high school. We've all been like this, leaning back, reverently, intently, looking up at the rim, with or without a shot.
Picking up Hui Hui from school is a painful and happy thing, he often has to carry a basketball to school, shoot for a while in the open space in front of the school, he does not let his two younger brothers touch the basketball, for basketball, often quarrel with the two younger brothers.
His face and hands were often dirty and sweaty, his clothes were washed every morning and evening, and the smell of sweat and defecation on his underwear often made the clothes smell bad. Coupled with Hui Hui's love of playing basketball, sweat on his hair, the smell of socks and sneakers on his feet, all together, sometimes even his two younger brothers refused to sleep in the same room with him.
He began to see girls playing basketball blushing shyly, but always suddenly rushing to other people's baskets to play. When I pull him out, he will be scolded with the dirty words he has just learned, and sometimes he will put his middle finger at me, and we are all angry, but before we go home and go to bed, he will stick to my face and say, Mom, I'm sorry.
He smashed the advertising foam board in the community with a basketball.
He threw the basketball on the roof of the parking lot.
He threw the basketball on the opposite side of the road.
His basketball was cheated out of.
Once again, his basketball was thrown in the yard.
One, two, three,...... There are 15 basketballs.
On the way to school, Hui Hui always quarreled with me in order to grab the mobile phone, "I want to watch the basket!" "I'm going to watch Guo Allen dribble!"
"Uncle, do you know Guo Allen?" Hui Hui began to ask the taxi master again.
"Guo Allen is the best basketball player, when he shoots, he whirls one by one, whirls one search, but it's amazing!"
At this time, Hui Hui did not stutter at all.
At the door of the special school, there is always a group of people waiting, all of whom are relatives of day children. Cerebral palsy and Down's, premature birth, autistic children, polio children... They would all appear behind the school door. Although special education schools are free, most of the faces of relatives are still very haggard, some rarely speak, and some will keep saying: "Oh, it's time for his father to run away these days." Even if I open a rental every day, I can't stand wow! ”
"Then you're still dead?" How can we do this body? ”
“...... You can still run now. ”
"The child's parents are in the pastoral area, can you do it alone?"
"It's just that time is tight, cooking is nervous at noon, and there is a headache of writing homework."
These ordinary heroes.
One day in winter, the school issued a bright and thick school uniform, and the school emblem pattern hid a "love". The teacher taught him, "I love you." ”
For the first time, he said, "Mom, I love you, and I'll cook you noodles to eat." ”
The first time he cooked instant noodles on an induction cooker, he put a lot of hot sauce.
The first time he mixed cucumbers, he put a lot of aged vinegar and cumin powder.
I finished eating, and I praised him: "Delicious! ”
"Mom, I love you"
I always remember the mother of a special child, she copied a large scripture every day, perhaps only in this way, her heart, can be comforted and calm.
Once in Qinghai, by the Yellow River, I walked, thinking that if one day my mother was no longer in this world, Hui Hui was lost, would heaven protect him? When he grows up, who can give him a home? In any case, I cannot abandon this mentally impaired and disabled child, or he has saved me and made me not to do stupid things in any difficult and painful situation.
When I live, he lives, both happiness and suffering.
When I was powerless, I prayed deeply in my heart countless times that we would all be more powerful. The power of this prayer itself sometimes calms people down and attains a rare level of tranquility.
"Mom—Mom, what about my basketball?" I'm going to the basketball court! ”
"Mom-Mom, I have my good friend on the basketball court today!"
"Mom—Mom, buy me a pancake and a bottle of water first."
"Mom—Mom, I shoot, you—you—you have to look at me." You see if Guo Allen shot accurately, or I shot accurately. ”
In the crowd of the basketball hall, the moment Hui Hui pitched, what resurfaced in front of my eyes was the cute appearance of his birth, the head wrapped in gauze during the car accident, through despair, through countless days of praying for heaven, eleven years suddenly like a dream. I remembered that distant afternoon, when the sun on the plateau poured into the room, the ground shone with golden light, and my tear-filled eyes were already a blur.
At that time, the lama of Yushu said, you have to believe, you have to be good, he will get better and better. After going so far, in the end, it turned out that the strongest thing was the belief from the heart.
When Hui Hui stood on the basketball court, sometimes I still couldn't believe it, was he really the child who had been advised by the doctor to give up treatment several times? He said, Mom, I want to open a restaurant when I grow up, make beef stew potatoes (this is his favorite meal), Mom, you help me cut potatoes, and you have to help me deliver takeaway.
"Well, Mom's too stupid to ride an electric car and a motorcycle yet, Mom learns."
Another day, on the noisy basketball court, he said, "Mom, when I grow up, I'm going to open a basketball gym, I'm going to be a basketball coach, like SAM teachers, I'm going to play basketball with a lot of people." ”
"My good friends and I can play basketball that winter, and we can play basketball in the summer."
"You take another picture of me and send it to our school teachers, and SAM teachers."
"Mom--Ma," he stuttered with a little delay, "you see I'm not handsome." ”
How can you not be handsome?
From the moment he was born, from the moment he came out of the intensive care unit with a heavy bandage wrapped around him, from the moment my colleagues took turns hugging him, from the moment he crawled by the sheep and threw stones, from the moment he was stung by bees and cried, from the moment he stood up and walked with a stroller, from the moment he slapped the basketball, from the moment he got up from the ground crying after being beaten and abused by other children, from the moment he stood under the basketball box and looked back and laughed, From the moment he shyly said to basketball coach SAM Teacher, "Teacher I like you"... At that moment, he was already a very handsome child.
Another three-pointer, the ball went in.
"Mom-Mom, call me a dunk master."
I vaguely saw my 16-year-old figure standing on the pitch — my son, who looked so much like me.
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