The old woman spoke to herself affectionately, as if she were speaking to the pestle, and as if to the air.

After a long time, she struggled to get up, silently stepped her old legs out of the shack, hunched her back and pulled on the garbage truck to "squeak" and go out......

This night, the pestle and the clothes fell asleep, in a trance, tossing and turning, as if lying on the mirror stone of Daqing Mountain.

I don't know how long he slept, he inadvertently turned over, and when he opened his eyes, he suddenly found that the mirror stone under him had turned into a large transparent coffin.

There was a man lying in the coffin, a man in white. Xiucai's eyebrows are clear, his hands are holding a folding fan, and his mouth is full of pearls, calm and peaceful, as if he is asleep.

He felt that Xiucai was a little familiar, so he leaned up and took a closer look. Hey, isn't that me?

The pestle was a little surprised, he was a leprosy, how could he be a show talent like a dog!

He slipped down from the mirror stone, squatted down and patted the coffin, "pop", cold and stiff, clearly stone. Even the hairs of my hair in the stone are clearly recognizable, which is extremely real!

"Oh, this dream is ......"

The pestle shook his head, climbed up the mirror stone again, lay down, looked up at the night sky and lost sleep......

The sky was small, only the size of a hole in the roof of the shack. However, it is dotted with stars and dazzling......

There are mothers and fathers in the stars, and there are every face he has been familiar with since he was a child.

He looked at the brightest star, and for the first time felt that the light of the star was very warm, because there was a mother in it.

He looked at the mother in the stars and fell into deep memories......

Mother, why are the days with you always so hard?

You always hoe and plow the grass under the sun alone, and leave me alone in the shade......

You always make and make leftover porridge, give me those brown rice residues, and you only drink soup......

Dad will beat me if he hits, but you just want to cover it, isn't this looking for a fight......

"Alas......" the pestle sighed with tears in his eyes.

He also felt that although the days with his mother were very hard, there was warmth after all, as if he still had the residual warmth of his mother......

Looking at the stars, large and small, it is as if he has seen his whole world.

Of course, it was inevitable that he also saw his father. Dad always pulls his face and holds up his slap, and he doesn't like anyone to himself and his mother.

"Old brute!" the pestle scolded hatefully.

He felt that his father was the least worth mentioning, and he was simply a demon for himself and his mother. However, in the depths of his mind, he seemed to have the joy of being lifted high by his father and rubbing his stubble......

"Alas, the old beast is the father of the little beast after all......"

The pestle was extremely conflicted in his heart and sighed abruptly. He couldn't help but resent his mother, who finally abandoned his home and left himself!

He also has to resent his father, the old beast only knows how to play wine and make people angry, and never takes the responsibility that he deserves!

But complaining and complaining, he felt that in fact, the most hateful thing was himself, it was he who broke his mother's heart and destroyed her only and last hope......

"Alas......" The pestle had never been so melancholy and remorseful as tonight, and sighed again and again.

The long night was long, and he also thought of Zhang Sanmad and the old cripple.

He felt that Zhang San was crazy like a big brother, crazy was a little crazy, and his heart was not bad. As for the old cripple, it can only be described as an old bastard.

He hated that old thing so much that he couldn't help but touch the lame leg that was faintly painful and gritted his teeth:

"Grandma, I was treated as a murderer, I must have been the old and wicked person who sued and framed me first......"

He scolded hatefully, and then thought of Sweet Sweet. Although she looks down on herself, she doesn't know why she just likes her. As soon as you like it, you want to do it, and when you can, you lie, and once you lie out, you can't do it.

"Alas......" At this moment, he was full of depression, and he only hated that he was not born in a rich family.

Finally, he thought of the eldest sister and the old woman. Their fate is so pathetic, as pitiful as mothers, but no one sympathizes with them, no one protects them......

For the first time, he felt that people and things in the world were so complicated and helpless. Looking at the starry sky, I feel that there are so many stars, but none of them represent themselves, and none of them belong to themselves.

He complained with remorse over and over again, and was so angry that he couldn't help but clench his fists and pound him hard.

He couldn't tell whether he was lying on the broken bed or on the mirror stone, and with a punch, the mountain shook with a "boom".

"What...... What's going on?" the pestle was frightened, and lay motionless, not daring to move.

Suddenly, a star in the sky grew brighter and brighter, dragging its dazzling tail and falling straight to the top of its forehead.

"Mom!" the pestle was stunned, and closed his eyes in surprise and waited for death. He heard a loud "bang!" next to his ears, which shook his heart and turned out......

After a long time, everything was calm.

The pestle was sure that he was not injured, so he opened his eyes tremblingly.

He found himself still lying on the Spiegel Stone, but the Spiegel Stone seemed to have suffered a huge external force and cracked a crack. At the end of the crack, a round pit the size of a washbasin appeared in the ground.

The pit was smoky and smoky, bubbling with green air, and a small iron egg in the center of the pit was still glittering.

"Hey, what's this?" leaned down to take a closer look. I saw that the thing was the size of a pigeon's egg, and it was very inconspicuous, but it seemed to be full of weirdness and magic.

The pestle curiously reached out and wanted to touch it, but he only touched it lightly with his fingers, and immediately screamed: "Ahh

He suddenly woke up to this cry, and found that he was lying in a shack.

Overhead, in the loophole of the shack, was a night sky of twinkling stars. Underneath him, there was a crumbling broken bed, and his fingers were caught in the cracks of the board at some point, and it hurt to drill his heart!

"Oh...... It turned out to be a frightening dream!"

The pestle pulled out his hand and lay straight on the bed, rubbing his aching fingers in a daze, still hovering between reality and dreams......

Before you know it, the stars dimmed and the sky became whiter. Outside the shack, the garbage truck "squeaked", and the old woman returned.

The old woman came in with a curtain, and saw the pestle lying on the bed with her eyes open and her clothes, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "What's the matter, I haven't slept all night?"

"......" the pestle lay still, not knowing what to say. However, there was a faint sense of respect in his heart.

The old man in front of him is so old, and he has to go out early and return late to sweep the streets to make a living, compared to himself, he is lazy and useless, but he still complains, which is really ashamed......

The pestle was very chaotic and depressed. When the old woman saw that he did not speak, she took off her turban and poured hot air on her hand:

"What's the matter, are you still in a mood? You don't believe me, but I squatted on the street and guarded Yang Xinhua for a night, rest assured, Wang Erzi didn't come back to her! It's just ......"

The old woman had a haggard face, and she wanted to speak.

"Just what?" said Kiko, sitting up worriedly.

"Just...... You say that a woman's family makes a living from this, this is the most low-rate business, and it is not a serious business after all!"

The old woman sighed deeply, regretting it and regretting it more than once.

"......" The pestle was relieved when he heard it, but he also felt that the old man's words were reasonable.

The eldest sister is in the skin and meat business, not to mention the shame of breaking the law, you have to look at people's faces, and I don't know tomorrow after today...... But what can I do, now I have today and no tomorrow, and I am embarrassed and too busy to take care of myself.

"Alas!" he didn't know what to say, and he could only helplessly feel sorry for his eldest sister for not being worth it.

"But then again, who wants to jump into the fire pit if she can live a good life!

The old woman sighed, and then said, "If you want to say that this Yang Xinhua is not bad, at least not like those young girls in other stores, she is not harm......ful!

The old woman shook her head and went out of the shack, brushed the pot and cooked.

The pestle got out of bed, thumped his lame legs and spun around in the shack, babbling and complaining: "Who determines people's lives? Why do some people's lives be good and some people die? This is not fair......

He was complaining, when suddenly his eyes lit up and he was stunned: "What's going on?!"

On the ground in front of him, there was an iron lump the size of a pigeon's egg, exactly like the one in his dream!