Thinking that he should have spoken to him while he was alive, I forgive you, old man. Let's catch up with the fashion, like young people, reconcile.

It was a late and nice invitation, and in the end, not in the service area.

It's a pity.

Who else can be counted on now? maybe only sons. and daughter-in-law, the woman named Chen Mofei. The old lady actually has no feelings for Chen Mofei, but she has feelings for the young son in her belly, which is her grandson, thinking of her grandson, the old man can't help but be excited, like finally seeing a little light in a bleak life, and a spark can start a prairie fire.

Life goes on.

Liu Nian took off his clothes, and the old lady naturally took it and helped her son hang it on the coat rack in the entrance, and when her hand left her son's clothes, she saw a hat hanging on it, which belonged to the old man.

Her old eyes stayed on the black hat, which she had bought for the old man, and how many years had she been wearing it? It seemed like two years, and the next year she asked him to change it, but he refused. The brim of the hat was a little gray. After the old man died, she found someone who collected the rags, packed all the things in Liunian's life, sold them, and didn't give a few dollars, and sold them cleanly, out of sight and out of mind. What's more, she didn't think all his things deserved to stay in this home.

"Have you eaten?" asked the old lady. This time has passed chaotically and upside down, often forgetting what is going on, sometimes holding scissors in hand, but looking for scissors all over the world.

Once she searched for a long time and didn't find what she was looking for, she turned her head and saw that the object was honestly in her hands, and the old lady was holding the thing, crying, crying like a child, as if she had lost something important in her life, something as important as her life.

What is it?

No, no, no, not an old man. Their marriage has long been a death marriage, there is nothing worth falling in love with, and with the messy women he started, she feels even more unhappy. The husband has long since stopped loving himself. At this point, women can lie to themselves, they can deceive the world, they can continue to pretend, and their lives continue to go on and on, but men can't, and the most direct manifestation of a man not loving you is not to touch you.

Scold.

She married him in her twenties, and the following year had a passing year, but it was only a good life of three or five years, and she was alone for most of the rest of her life, and she has always been alone. At first, I was resentful, but then I stopped complaining. But for her husband, it's cold, it's cold, it's cold like ice bumps, even she feels like she's so cold, and it's a little hot to cover her body with two layers of quilts in winter.

The old lady stood in the hallway, her eyes still on the hat, and her son called out to her.

"Mom. ”

"Huh?" she came back to her senses, there should have been tears in her eyes, but no.

"Mom, it's late at night, go back early and rest. ”

"Go back and rest early. The old man smiled, the dialogue was too familiar, and for quite a long time, there were two simple and polite dialogues between her and the old man.

"Nope. She became stubborn, walked straight to the edge of the sofa alone, sat down next to the coffee table, the TV was on, she didn't actually watch much TV, and sometimes she didn't know what was going on inside, but she was still a little too lonely, and the noise and noise on the TV could accompany her, and she could accompany her.

But this time she turned off the TV, and the TV went out, and the lively picture suddenly became blank and pitch black.

The old lady tilted her head, looked at the TV, and thought, "Oh, isn't life just like this TV?" Life and death are like switches, and swallowing that breath is like a TV set that has been turned off.

"Talk to Mom for a while. ”

Standing in the middle of the living room, the ballast of the incandescent lamp on the roof of the shed flowed through the current, making a slight humming sound. His lips twitched twice, and all that was left was "Hey." ”

One word.

He walked over and sat down next to his mother. There was fruit on the coffee table, which Kang Ruoran brought over, and she washed it, and she put it on the plate, but no one had eaten it.

The old man reached out and took out an orange from his plate, and there was a fruit knife next to it.

"If the boy is careful, the fruit is washed, and the knife is set aside. If I say I want to eat, she'll cut it for me. The old lady cut the blade into the orange flesh, and orange-orange juice came out of it, and Liu Nian pulled out two pieces of paper from the coffee table, and the two pieces of paper were superimposed on top of each other, and the old lady lifted the orange gently, and then put it on the paper towel, and the juice quickly wet the paper towel.

"Mom. I got it. Liu Nian took his mother's orange and knife, but he was thinking in his heart, he didn't want to eat at all, he didn't want to eat anything, and he didn't have any appetite at all. He didn't know that his mother didn't want to cut it, but it was just more embarrassing to do nothing, and sometimes life had to do some useless work.

The orange was quickly broken into several petals, and some of the juice was poured on the coffee table, and Liu Nian took out a paper towel to wipe it, and wiped it again and again.

"How is Murphy?" asked the old man.

"Very good. "Flowing years answered.

"When is the due date?"

Liu Nian was stunned, his mother asked too professionally, and besides, there were too many things happening during this time, and he didn't have time to pay attention to it.

The old lady's eyes suddenly became sharp, "You have all received the certificate, she is your wife, and you are her husband." It's true that something happened to our family, but we can't ignore her. A woman's life is not easy. ”

When Liu Nian thought of Chen Mofei, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, and when he raised his head to look at his mother, his heart hurt even more. He knew that his mother was talking about Chen Mofei, and at the same time he was talking about himself.

A woman's life is not easy.

Who has an easy life!

"Your dad ......"

"Mom. Liu Nian interrupted the old man, "I will be kind to you in the future." ”

The old lady smiled, how could she be nice to her? After all these years, she got into it so black and white. How old is she this year? She is in her sixties, the best time has long passed, so many years, those golden times, is it worth it?

I started waiting, I always felt that I could wait, and I thought that my life would be very long, and I couldn't see the edge at a glance. It wasn't until she was old that she realized that her life was so short, so short as lightning, and with a click, she felt that she was not a little old, as if she was getting old in an instant.

The old lady stood up, and the light shone on the flesh of the fresh orange, revealing a lovely fullness, and she thought that she would be like this orange when she was seventeen, eighteen, or twenty, but not now, it was too late. It's too late to regret it, why not be too late?

She didn't say anything and walked towards her bedroom.

"It's getting late, it's time to rest. She said to herself. How many years has Liunian said this to herself? And then when they lived cramped, the two of them had their backs to their backs, and in such a state, they had to exist for the rest of their lives, how did she survive? What is there to endure such a day?

She didn't understand who she was at the time.

However, there was no turning back.

The old man pushed open the door, and everything inside was familiar to her, the bed, the sheets on the bed, the pillows, the quilt, the chest of drawers across the bed. The old lady stepped forward, gently opened the first drawer of the chest of drawers, took the medicine from it, and ate a piece. Then she quietly took off her clothes and went to bed, and the quilt covered her body, and the moment she closed her eyes.

The old man has clear crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

Then I remembered that I hadn't turned off the light, so I got up again and reached out to turn it off. The darkness came as promised, she was not lonely, she was used to this loneliness, besides, an old lady in her seventies and eighties, it was too hypocritical to say that she was lonely.

In the darkness, there was a long sigh.

If there is an afterlife, no, don't have an afterlife, this life is too bitter. She closed her eyes, expecting a dreamless night.

It was strange that since the old man died, she had not dreamed of him once. It took three days to return to his soul, maybe he doesn't have that mana yet.

What did he do when he came back? Hehe, the old lady smiled, and when he was alive he had no feelings for her.

Bundled together like this for a lifetime, she feels like a supermarket promotion product, buying a big bag of instant noodles will give consumers an extra big bowl.

The big bowl is not too much of it, and not too much of it. But because it's given away for free, don't be in vain anyway.

Forget it, the people are gone, what do you want to do with this? I should have had a hearty quarrel with him, asked for a result, or left decisively when I didn't do anything, and now it's ------ late.

The years are outside, smoking one after another, and there is no pastime. Men smoke like women eat snacks, and there are too many troubles in their hearts that cannot be resolved, so they find a sustenance. Smoke is the best medium to inhale all the sorrow into the lungs.

He stood at the window, his shadow stretched long by the lamp, half diagonally on the floor, the other half diagonally on the wall. He looked at his shadow, and suddenly held up the cigarette and grinned at it.

Walking into another bedroom, he tried to find traces of his father in this bedroom, but it seemed to be washed clean by his mother, all of his father's belongings, even the pillows he had pillowed, the sheets he had laid, the quilts he had covered, and his clothes......

How ridiculous death is, as if the person never existed.

Liu Nian sat on the bed, opposite the window, the curtains were changed by the old lady, the other one, Liu Nian guessed whether the curtain had always existed or the old man had recently bought it, he couldn't help but take out a cigarette from his coat pocket, lit it, a thin smoke came out of one end of the long cigarette stick, he looked at the cigarette butt was burned red, and the faint smell of tobacco was faintly dispersed in the air.

Liu Nian felt that the air in this room was about to squeeze him to the point that he couldn't breathe, he stood up, it was not warm this day, but he still opened the window widely, and the cold air at night ran in through the window, and Liu Nian exhaled a long and full breath of air that originally belonged to the outside, and still felt that his chest was jammed. It was like a huge stone pressed on his chest, but the stone could not be seen with the naked eye, and if he tried to move it and move it away, he found ----- damn it, where is the stone?