instant ashes

I brought him back to my house for the pure purpose of helping me with my homework, and I just provided him with dinner.Although I am not enthusiastic about learning, if there is a free tutor to serve me, I am still willing to fight for it.

When I got home, I told my mother about the situation, and my mother readily agreed.By the time he finished my homework for me, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

I was about to send him out when my mother saw it and said:

"It's so late, you let him walk the mountain road alone, how dangerous it is, let Xiaoyun stay overnight."

"Then how about I take him home." I said.

"You child, people give you tutoring until so late, how dare you!"

My mother defended Fan Xiaoyun.

I also had to compromise.

Since my house is small and there are few rooms, Fan Xiaoyun can only share a room with me.

I looked at this room full of a small bed and said to Fan Xiaoyun:

"I sleep on the bed, you sleep under the bed."

He looked at me, and his black eyes, which seemed to be smeared with ink, stared at me for a moment, as if asking, "Are you sure?"

"... Forget it, I'll sleep outside, and you will sleep inside."

Lie on the bed, back to back.

"I don't know where you live yet," I said.

"There in the north of the village."

"It's so remote, are you leaving the village soon?"

"Ah."

"...Is your family being excluded..."

"Didn't you hear them say that?"

"...I didn't care much about that before."

"Go to sleep, you are still sick."

"…Oh."

I had a dream. In the dream, I saw a woman, a pregnant woman with a big belly. She was very beautiful, and her facial features were very similar to Fan Xiaoyun's, except that her eyes were empty and dull, and she kept smiling foolishly.An old woman stood beside her, holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. She dug a spoonful of rice paste from the bowl and stuffed it roughly into the pregnant woman's mouth. The pregnant woman spit it out, and the old woman Just slap her.

I struggled to wake up, but there was always someone who comforted me and wanted me to continue to sleep. His slightly cold fingers gently held my face,

Featherlike sensations slid along the curve of my jaw.

"Water..." I unconsciously thought.

I felt my head was lifted, a cup was handed to my lips, I drank it, it tasted weird, a little viscous, a little bitter, and a little sweet, is it fucking water?