immortal

My mother is the kind who just does what she says. She went into my room and took off the bed sheet and the quilt cover. She also rolled up the few clothes I threw on the chair, and stuffed them all for me, and then went to the guest room.When I turned my hand back, she was unpacking the bedding in the guest room again.

I rushed over and rolled on the bed, pressed the pillow and said, "This room doesn't need to be tidied up, I just made it, and I slept for a whole day..."

I didn't lie to her, that stuffy oil bottle was full and I planned to sleep on this bed for a whole night, it was simply negligible.

My mother said: "Then put it away, find a bed cover and cover it, spread it here and let the dust fall..." As she said, she pulled the pillow in my arms and patted it vigorously, as if there was really a lot of dust on it. As if, I closed my mouth embarrassingly, turned over and buried my face in the bedding, taking a deep breath.

Not his taste.

At night, my mother slept in the master bedroom, and the things in the guest room were not changed at my insistence, but I was still lying on the bed tossing and turning. It is torture in the ears, the nerves seem to be infinitely stretched and thinned, and stretched into a thin thread. In my trance consciousness, I long for it to be broken.

The night is a kind of torture for me, I am confused and half asleep, I am tossing hard here, my mother inevitably heard the movement next door, I quickly pretended to be asleep after she opened the door and came in, she moved closer and touched On my forehead, I seemed to sigh, and closed the door again and went out.

I can only take sleeping pills.

But the result of taking the medicine was that the situation was even worse after waking up the next day. My head was completely numb, I was drowsy and half asleep, and my body muscles couldn’t be used. The feeling was so frustrating that I almost It was with a strong desire to wait for his return.

I've never thought so much about a person, and I miss the few good nights I slept with him even more.

One night I got a call.

It was the sixth day after he left. I suffered from insomnia as usual, sitting on the dark bed in a daze. I turned the phone to silent, so when it suddenly turned on, I reflected for a long time.

It was an unfamiliar area code, a landline.I hesitated for a while, then suddenly realized that I pounced on it, but my hands kept shaking, and before I could swipe to answer, the phone was disconnected.

Trembling, I dialed the phone back, praying in my heart to hurry up and get through as soon as possible. It seemed that this time I was finally favored by fate. When the phone rang, someone answered it.

No one spoke over there, I yelled, but there was no answer, but I was never so sure that it was him, so I shouted into the microphone in a low voice: "Is it you!"

He still didn't say a word, I pressed the phone tightly to my ear, and finally heard his breathing.It was a bit rushed at first, but gradually calmed down, I didn't know what to say, I even thought it was fine like this, and I didn't even dare to interrupt him.

But in the end he hung up the phone without warning.At the moment when the buzzer sounded, I felt like I had just woken up from a big dream, and it took me a long time to think of calling back.

But the person who answered the phone has changed, a somewhat old voice, speaking a dialect that I can't quite identify, I asked him over and over again, what kind of person is that person, is he injured, what else did he say , but he just answered me that this is a public phone, and the caller has already left.

I fell back on the bed, covered my face with my hands, and the corners of my eyes were inexplicably wet.

It was my first sleepless night since he left.

Early the next morning, my mother said that she was going back.

She stayed with me for almost a week, busy every day, cleaned my house thoroughly from inside to outside, even removed and washed the curtains.I bought a lot of vegetables, cooked them and put them in the refrigerator, stuffing them tightly. If I don’t go out for half a month, my life will be safe. In this way, I still have time to find several blind dates for me.

After all, I still feel a little ashamed. I have been so decadent every day that I don’t even have time to take her out for a stroll. On the way to send her to the station, I was still talking about when our whole family will come here to get together , Bring my eldest nephew with me.When I mentioned this incident, I suddenly remembered that I didn't buy anything for the child. I had to stop and go to the gold store to buy a long-life lock or something.

My mother stopped me and said that she was an old lady, and it was not safe to carry gold goods on her body after taking such a long car.Ask me to go back and give it in person during the Chinese New Year.I thought about it for a while, and said, "Then you give me Xiaoyu's account, and I'll send him some money later, and see what I can buy for the child..."

My mother turned her head out of the window and answered me lightly: "Let's talk..."

After the third uncle came back, I rushed to his house almost immediately.However, Zhang Qiling was not seen.

The old fox was sitting on the master chair and drinking tea slowly, when he saw me coming in, he raised his eyelids.It's time to say hello.

I sat down opposite him and opened my mouth to ask where he went.But he waved his hand and asked Pan Zi to pour tea.I turned my head and took a look. Pan Zi's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his legs were still a little limp.Seeing that my third uncle's expression was not good, my heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, he coughed indistinctly, and said earnestly as soon as he came up, "Xiaoxie, third uncle has been on the road for so many years, who hasn't seen anyone... We are just asking for a word of money... this time I can live Come back, it can be regarded as taking a life..."

I said, "Aren't you alright? What are you talking about? What about other people?"

Uncle San said, "Who?"

I was angry from the heart, and forced myself to say: "Who else? Who else do you think?"

The third uncle paused for a moment, with complex expressions on his face, even a little embarrassed, he turned his face away from me, and it took a long time before he said: "It's gone."

Gone?What does gone mean?I looked at him in disbelief, not believing what I heard.