Mumu is a new name given to a young man by a girl.
There's nothing I can do about it, I can't remember what happened in the past. I don't know anything about it, and I'm confused, just like the big log standing next to the door.
So she called it like this.
It goes back and forth, huh, the more I say it, the smoother it becomes.
"Huzi, go and see if the wood is awake. It's time to take medicine." The girl, wearing an apron, shouted out of the kitchen: "Bring him a bucket, don't vomit blood again soon."
The boy replied weakly: "I know, wood, wood, how can there be such smelly wood?"
He complained softly with a sad face, slowly picked up the barrel by the well and walked to the room on the left.
This room was originally used to store sundries and firewood. Due to the sudden arrival of "wood", the family could only sort it out and make a very simple bed.
A simple wooden bed with two quilts and one pillow.
The young man on the bed coughed painfully, often making him out of breath.
Huzi tiptoed forward and took a few glances, only to see the other person's eyes staring at the roof in confusion, motionless.
Like a dead person, his face is expressionless.
Fortunately, he was breathing evenly and was still alive.
This made Huzi feel relieved a little, and he yelled angrily: "Mumu, are you vomiting blood? If you want to vomit, vomit quickly so that I can pour it out for you."
The man came back to his senses and said dully and weakly: "I don't want to vomit for the moment."
Huzi moved the bucket to the bedside, climbed onto a bench that was half as tall as him and said, "Today, because of you, my sister hit me so hard that I lost my brain. It hurts me to death."
"You, you ate my food, drank my food, and even made me get beaten."
"Would you mind telling me yourself?"
"I am your savior. I don't expect you to repay me, but don't harm me either."
"Just because of you, I got beaten more times in a month than in previous years."
As he spoke, his eyes turned red and he said: "You are such a big bad guy, you did this to me, and I have to help you empty the urine bucket."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Why am I so unlucky?"
The wooden young man on the bed opened his mouth, but was at a loss to refute.
Huzi wiped away his tears and said fiercely: "What are you looking at? Turn your head away."
The latter sighed helplessly, and actually turned around and lay on his side, with his back to the boy.
Huzi was satisfied and said in an old-fashioned way: "Grandpa Sun said you will definitely die within half a year, but I hope you survive."
The man said in a soft voice: "Thank you."
Huzi continued: "It's not easy for my dad to collect medicine. You drank so much and didn't spend a penny. It's not worth it to die."
"Don't think too much, I just feel bad for my dad."
"Besides, my sister helps you make medicine every day, brings you tea and water, and serves you like a maid."
"She will definitely be sad if you die."
"I don't want to see my sister sad."
The man responded softly and asked a rare question: "I remember your name is Huzi and you are seven years old this year."
The boy said warily: "You, you, you, you remember so clearly what you are doing."
"I'm telling you, if you want to die, don't hold me back."
"I, I'm not too bad to you, am I?"
The man smiled and said: "Don't worry, I won't die."
"I'm just a little curious. You are obviously only seven years old, why do you act like a little adult?"
"You speak in one way. Compared with other children of the same age that I have seen before, your ability to express yourself is very strong."
Huzi said happily: "Are you praising me?"
But soon, he couldn't wait to ask: "Children of the same age that you have met before, do you think of the past?"
The man shook his head and said: "Who am I, where do I come from, why am I injured, I have forgotten all these."
"But common sense in life is in my head."
“When you are hungry, you know you need to eat; when you are thirsty, you know you need to drink water.”