The hall was filled with old and new faces, including the greedy face of the uncle, who wore the fisherman's overalls, his hair was covered in mud, and he laughed and talked to people, and from time to time he showed the only dazzling gold tooth in the pitch-black tartar.

I walked towards him with a gloomy face, and at the same time attracted a lot of attention.

He looked at me as someone reminded him, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

"Uncle," I called politely.

He didn't agree, but shouted with a few people, "Look at it, it's my uncompetitive brother." ”

"Hey, aren't you just looking at the one that wants Yoko to die?"

"It's a drop, it's a girl with a grinning ice lump"

“……”

The uncle was very happy to see a few people on the side, and he couldn't hold his face, so he quickly drove me to the grapefruit tree.

"Money?" said the uncle, holding the cigarette butt with a little cigarette left in his mouth, and glared at me with yellowed eyes.

I indifferently took out the two thousand yuan in my inner pocket and threw it to him.

He glanced at me with his teeth bared, then looked down and said, "That's it?"

"That's all!" I said coldly, grinding the loess on the ground.

"Why don't you stop your grandmother paying for her hospitalization?" he said jokingly.

"You dare!"

"I'm glad she lived a little longer, or you'd give me money," he said with a cheeky smile.

The loess under my feet was crushed out of a pit by me, but I still didn't let go and continued to work hard, looking at the uncle's greedy face, I secretly suppressed my disgust, and said calmly: "You know the salary, the money is with it, and the fixed one can't be given much!"

"Oh no!" he casually threw down the cigarette butt in his mouth, non-negotiable rage.

"Uncle, the rabbit is in a hurry and bites, I'm like to die together!"

As soon as the words came out, his fingers that counted the money shook involuntarily, and he said with a stiff smile: "That...... Half a month, half a month!"

Seeing him put the money in his trouser pocket, I immediately threw down the sentence indifferently, "Let's go", and walked towards the entrance of the village alone.

"Don't eat the wine, haha......" The uncle's hypocritical and shameless laughter rippled behind him.

……

The autumn wind was bleak, blowing off the yellow leaves on many trees, and the weeds on the path could not withstand the change of seasons, sparse and yellow, so I covered myself tightly and walked against the wind.

Fortunately, it was still early, and there would be a shuttle bus to the county seat every hour, and I squatted at the intersection, shivering, and my messy hair was irregularly pressed against my cheeks along the direction of the wind.

"Yo, Sister Qing'er is leaving, or I'll take you for a while......?" the old motorcycle made a piercing buzzing sound, and my cousin was supporting two thin legs the thickness of an arm, looking down at me with contempt.

I glanced at him with disdain, then folded my hands under my arms in silence, and coughed my gaze back into the distance where the car was about to come.

Suddenly, the roar of the motorcycle stopped abruptly, and I glanced over, only to find that the braid on my back was burning with wisps of scorched smoke, and my cousin not far away was leaning on the old motorcycle and playing with the lighter in his hand.

I quickly grabbed the braids, and as soon as I grasped the spark, the extinguished smoke drifted gently from between my fingers.

I endured the burn in my palm, cast my hateful eyes, and said fiercely: "You didn't burn me to death when you were seven years old, but today you want to do it again?"

"What...... If you don't repeat it, Lao Tzu will seek revenge on you," my cousin said timidly, looking at my ruthless eyes.

"Revenge?" I chuckled disdainfully, "I came to your house less than a day, and you deliberately lit a fire to burn me while I was alone in the stove room, but fortunately I escaped, and you should be thankful that I didn't kill you." ”

"Sister Qing'er, I know how ruthless you are, you tricked Lao Tzu into the mouth of the fish pond and kicked it down, not the same as drowning Lao Tzu. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"You have made it clear to me, who is it that I lit the false fire?, who caused the uncle to forcibly sell my house to build your small bungalow?, what do you have if you want to drown one!"

Every word is inserted into him, and it also pierces my heart.

"Dead people, dripping houses, don't sell them and keep them!" he raised his chin in disdain.

"Didn't Uncle and Aunt deliberately let you light the fire just for the money from selling the house, the money is in hand, and the house has been repaired, why don't you want my life without giving up?" I stared at him and smiled coldly, like a hellish blooming Manzhu Sawah, invisibly wanting to devour people's blood.

"Old ...... Lao Tzu ...... "He looked at me and laughed in the same voice as he had that year, and he stammered speechless.

"Why? I've experienced the feeling of drowning, or I'll let you experience the taste of fire too?" I said, smiling weirdly.

My cousin was frightened and hurriedly drove into the car, and while looking at me in a panic, he kicked the starter lever vigorously, and only after several attempts did he re-light the motorcycle, and he ran away with a bang.

I loosened the half-burned paste, and it scattered in the air along the wind, and the burning redness of my palms was faintly burning.

After a long time, a bus with a moderate old and new bus slowly approached in the distance, and I used the change I had prepared to buy a ticket to the county seat.

The yellow sand is covered with transparent glass, and the scenery outside the fog appears even more gray, as if there is an illusion of riding an extradition car to the underworld.

I didn't dare to continue to think about it, so I took out the thermos flask in my purse and twisted the cap slightly, no longer freeing up the hot air, only half of the milky white liquid was left slowly rippling with the float of the car.

The corners of my mouth rose inexplicably, I raised my hand and lowered my lips to take a sip, the cold milk with a faint milky smell entered my throat, and the aftertaste of my mouth reminded me of Yan Yan's smile, that healing smile.

……

The night on the eve of the storm was like a hungry beast, knowing the movable prey, and because the shuttle bus was thrown on the way, I did not reach the county seat until seven o'clock in the evening.

The simple driver sent me to the hospital gate in order to express his apology, and I smiled and said "thank you" and got out of the car.

The cold wind pierced every inch of my skin like a needle, and I put the thermos cup back where it should be, and shrunk into the hospital gate.

At night, the hospital is cold and empty, every corner is filled with the smell of disinfectant mixed with bacteria, and cloth shoes are silent walking on the cold tiled floor.

I walked to the door of the ward with a memory of a year ago, leaned over the window slightly, and looked at the gray-haired old man on the hospital bed, struggling to function his lungs with a breathing mask.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" asked in a soft voice with a gentle eye in the back.

I blinked and forced back my tear ducts, turned around calmly, and saw a small girl in a white nurse's uniform, pushing a medicine delivery cart, looking at me curiously.

"Hello, I'm a family member of this bed!" I whispered.

"Oh, there are still people who misidentify their family members?" said the little nurse suspiciously, pulling out her mobile phone.