The dean's mother has entered old age, and the disease is gradually draining her energy. Axiang and Tian both have their own agendas and want to replace her, but they don't dare to have the slightest idea, because we are a group of
The scumbags have grown up. I am already 18 years old and Brother Gui is 25 years old. They are already adults. How can they rely on force to win over us? Whether it is cynicism or obvious ridicule, to me,
They have lost the strength they once had. No, they no longer have this opportunity and ability. Now they still have to rely on us to find food outside. They have finally fallen completely under my control.
With pain and despair - with the feeling of being abandoned or leaving - I left this family that I hated and went to find another strange place. But compared with before, I am more confident and stronger, facing oppression,
I will not be afraid or flinch, because the wounds that once tore my heart have gradually healed, and even the murderous resentment has gradually subsided.
The inanimate things are still the same, but the living things have changed their appearance. They all rush to my side like frozen animals toward the firelight - this is life.
The dean's mother had a stroke a month ago. She didn't speak for three days in a row and was still mumbling to herself. It wasn't until yesterday morning that Axiang understood that she had been calling my name. Finally Axiang heard clearly that it was
: "Call Mao Jiujiu, - go and call Mao Jiujiu, I have something to say to her." I didn't agree at first, Axiang picked up her apron and wiped away the tears that seemed to be flowing out of the fountain, "Mother Dean,
Grandma's illness got worse quickly. She was completely unconscious. I called her and talked to her, but she sometimes didn't even recognize me.
But when her mind was confused and she became more and more anxious and kept calling "Cat Jiujiu, Mao Jiujiu", I agreed to see her.
At night, Axiang came over and called me: "Mao Jiujiu, the dean called you, she has woken up."
I opened the room of the dean, where she used to scold me. There was a lit kerosene lamp with a lampshade on the table. The sky had become dark, and the whole room was enveloped in an ominous silence.
Everything is the same as before, the same big bed, the same dresser, the polished carpet, the old slumped sofa. I was always punished to kneel on the sofa no less than a hundred times. Her room was still there.
There is still a cane that shocked me. It once hit my trembling hands and my neck that was trying to shrink down.
She has shrunk to almost nothing but skin and bones, her blood is gone, and her sleep is intermittent, but she is still so stern and ruthless. She slightly raises her arbitrary eyebrows. She has cast a look of hatred and disgust at me many times. Every time, I
The memories of childhood fear and sadness were resurrected! Her naturally cruel character cannot be eradicated.
I approached the hospital bed, lifted the curtains, and leaned over the pillows piled high. The oil lamp swayed in the dim light of the smoke. Oh my god, how could she be so old? I thought to myself. I sat down on her bed.
Bed corner.
I gently held her hand outside the quilt. I couldn't believe that a woman who was once as strong as an ox has now become so weak. I tried not to get angry with a dying person - because she once took me in and gave me life.
A chance for me to breathe.
"Aunty Dean, do you want to call me?"
Her face moved toward me, silently like a sleepwalker, her stiff neck moved inch by inch, and she looked at me in a daze. The stone-hard eyes and tireless vitality were gone.
, those eyes that looked directly at me, she was completely crushed.
"Who are you?" She looked at me with surprised eyes, as if she was surprised, but she didn't lose control. "I don't know you at all - where is Axiang?"
"You asked Axiang to call me just now. I am Mao Jiujiu."
"Mao Jiujiu!" She repeated, "Mao Jiujiu, I'm very familiar with your foxy face, big eyes, and arrogant demeanor. You look like - Princess! No, no, you
Isn’t it Mao Jiujiu!”
I said nothing and looked at the dying old man quietly.
"But," she said weakly, "it might be an illusion. My mind is not clear now. I really miss my master, so I just rely on my imagination to see similar people. Besides, 18 years have passed, and things have changed.
.”
I couldn't communicate with her in her confusion, so I wanted to turn around and get up.
"Stop!" cried the Mother Superior, "I have one more thing to tell you. He is always threatening me - constantly threatening me with his death or my death. I don't want to betray my master.
I don’t want to, I am forced. Although my good son has been hanging around with a group of gangsters and ruined his life, he is really not very smart. They use all means to defraud him of his money, but his good son, I will not allow it.
Whoever killed him, master, why don't you care about him."
I felt a strong sense of conspiracy. This news was so shocking, but I didn’t know where to start: “Who is your master?”
But she came to her senses after a while, and she pulled her hand back. I immediately felt that her view of me and her feelings for me had not changed, and they had never changed. It was impossible for her to treat others like her at the last moment.
The child cares about me as much as she thinks I am bad.
A kind of anger arose spontaneously, but I decided to control it. No matter what the dean had been like, even though she was a powerless patient in front of me now - a ghostly empty frame.
"I haven't lost my memory yet. Are you too complacent now? The whole hospital is under your jurisdiction -" the dean said, her eyes wandering and her tone of voice began to go out of tune. Her vitality was really hurt.
It's amazing, it turns out how strong she is. She turned over anxiously and tried to straighten herself with the quilt. One of my butts happened to be sitting on a corner of the quilt. When she found out that I was pressing down on her quilt, she immediately got angry.
"Don't press my quilt, who are you?" She immediately fell into confusion again, and she tried hard to wake up from her semi-conscious state.
Although she is so ill, the children in the courtyard will still be scared by her and tremble like leaves. I will never let this old woman scare me, and I will never let her bully me again.
"Aunty Dean, why do you hate me so much?"
She fell into a state of chaos again: "No one can understand how much trouble this child has caused me. She is a heavy burden. Her character is really unpredictable. She will lose her temper no matter what.
, and she is always stubborn as hell. I really want to drive her away, far away, but why should I keep her alive?"
I said to her: "I know how much you hate me, why do you want to spy on me?"
She fell into sleep again.
More than ten days have passed. Except for that day, I have not talked to her again. She is always in a state of coma and weakness. Her former right-hand assistants Axiang and Tianshi have not shown much loyalty.
If you don't try your best, you can slip away when you can, and take what you can.
I want to go upstairs and see the dying Mother Aunty again. She is lying there. Although Axiang can take care of her, she also has to go out to support her family, so she can only come to the hospital occasionally to take care of her.
Grandma. As expected, when I walked into her room, no one was taking care of her. Neither Axiang nor Tian was there. She was just lying on the bed quietly, as if she was sleeping, with a leaden face.
Sink into the pillow.
A heavy rainstorm was pouring down, thunder rumbled, and thunder and lightning flashed. She was already lost. I was thinking about going to the window and closing it. I was thinking, "Will she leave this world soon? I have already
I seem to smell the smell of the dead, I can forgive her." I was deep in thought when I suddenly heard a faint voice from behind me: "Who is it?"
I knew that the dean had not spoken for several days. Was she awake? I walked up to her.
"You are Mao Jiujiu. Everything has gone. Why do you want to stay? I know you have always wanted to get rid of me."
After hearing what she said, I used a gentle tone to convince her that I was Mao Jiujiu. At present, it seems that she is awake, thinking normally, and looking very calm.
"I know I'm dying of illness," she gasped after a while and continued, "I wanted to turn over, but I couldn't. I found that my limbs were stiff. Now it seems that before I die,
I must tell some things so that I can easily go underground to meet the master. I betrayed the master. This secret has been weighing me down like a heavy burden. Is there anyone else in this room?"
I joked: "Let it go, there are only two of us in this room, and others really don't dare to come up for fear of ghosts."
She struggled to change her posture, but failed. Her face had changed, as if she was in a state of torment inside - perhaps this was the last burst of pain and clarity that came back to her.
"water--".
I helped her up and let her lean on my arm to drink water. Her cold hands had no strength to retract them, and she avoided my eyes with her lifeless eyes: "Your personality is too much like the master, until now I
I don’t even understand. I didn’t care about you, but you were so patient and silent, until you suddenly broke out when you were 10 years old. You didn’t look like a child at all at that time. I can’t forget the way you suddenly had a fit.
When you vented all the hatred in your heart, I felt scared. I felt that the master was coming back to life and staring at me. He suddenly raised his head and stared at me with living eyes, and cursed me with the voice of a dead person...
..Order more water! Hurry up."
I handed her the water again, and I was confused: "Whose child am I? Who is your master, and what does it have to do with me?"
She drank the water, gasped, and continued: "When Master Miantang suddenly came here, I knew that everything would start slowly according to the master's wishes. The look in his eyes when he looked at you, I knew that he
I know, hahaha, no one can avoid the fate of destiny. Alas, I have to settle this matter. I will soon be on the ground to accompany the master. It is better for me to tell you, you go
There is a secret compartment in my cabinet, open it and you will see a token, take it over."