Huang Chunhua asked her dwarf ghost man to get a board car, and together with Aunt Jin, she pulled Mangwa to the county hospital, and the doctors examined it for a long time before asking the two women, "Which of you is the patient's family?"

Aunt Jin asked with some uneasiness in her heart, "Doctor." Isn't it hopeless to www.biquge.info Pen, Fun, Pavilion? The two of us are just his neighbors. He doesn't have any relatives!" The doctor dropped a sentence, "Then you can get it back and prepare for him!" and left without hesitation.

Chunhua was frightened by the doctor's words, she stared at Mangwa's still somewhat handsome face, and couldn't believe that the man she had loved and hated for more than ten years was about to leave her. Aunt Jin also had tears in her eyes, and said sadly, "Alas." Get it back! The doctors said so, it seems that he has a terminal illness. I went back to find the cadres of the brigade and discussed his future arrangements. ”

"I should go to Li Cuihua, and Brother Mangwa's son. I already knew that he had always been thinking about his son!" Chunhua said in a choked voice. The mangwa, who was still lying on the cart, suddenly shouted in pain, "Son! Where are you!" Aunt Jin and Chunhua walked over, "Brother Mangwa." I'm going to get your son and wife back to see you!" Chunhua said, holding Mangwa's hand.

Mangwa opened her hazy eyes, looked at Chunhua, and then her face turned red and scolded, "Lao Tzu doesn't care about you! Get out!" Aunt Jin was just about to comfort him, but Mangwa suddenly coughed, a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth, and then passed out again.

Chunhua said, "Aunt Jin." You get him back, and I'll go find Cuihua and their mother and son. Aunt Jin nodded with tears in her eyes and said, "Call them anyway, let's see him for the last time!"

When Aunt Jin brought Mangwa home, it was already evening. Mangwa was still asleep, she covered the quilt on his body, and walked out of the door to Chunhua's house and shouted, "Love, love." Wax gourd. Come on!" the nickname of the little landlord was Winter Melon, because he was as short as a winter melon.

The little landlord ran over with Ai Ai and asked, "Aunt Jin." Is he angry? Do you want to burn the paper money?" "Phew, your turtle son is angry, you go into the house and watch over him, and if he wakes up, feed him some boiling water." Alas, it looks like he hasn't eaten in a few days. I'll go back and make him a bowl of poached eggs. ”

The small landlord was very unhappy, but had to agree. He didn't go into the house, so he sat at the door with his son Aiai, until Chunhua came back from the city alone, and Aunt Jin also came over with a bowl of poached eggs, "Did Brother Damang wake up?" she asked the little landlord. "It's been a long time since I've heard a sound. It's probably all balloons!" said the little landlord, shaking his head.

"You didn't find Cuihua?" asked Aunt Jin in a low voice. Chunhua sadly said, "I found it." I talked bitterly for a long time, but people just didn't come. Alas. This person's heart, why did he suddenly become so cold and ruthless!"

Aunt Jin said angrily, "What about her son? He was born in the same year as your son, so he should be sensible." Why don't you come back to see him?" Chunhua said, "I didn't see her son, and said he was studying at school." ”

The reckless baby lying on the bed seemed to hear the two women's words, and tears flowed from her closed eyes. Aunt Jin and Chunhua saw it and knew that he was sad in his heart, so they comforted him for a while, and Chunhua also fed Mangwa some poached eggs herself. He slowly quieted down, and fell into a groggy sleep again.

A few dog barks woke the boy from her deep slumber. The half-moon still hung in the sky in the window. "Oh. It's probably only five watches!" he muttered to himself, trying to sit up, but he couldn't move. The sudden illness suddenly turned his sturdy body into a skinny old man.

The molten moonlight poured into the room through the window, staining the cabin as cold as frost. Mangwa's face turned into a piece of silver-powdered paper, "Alas, are you at the end of your life?" he thought sadly, looking at the half-moon.

The dog didn't bark anymore, and there were a few roosters outside the house, each of them raising their voices and rushing to sing, and the high-spirited dawn song made him unable to sleep anymore. He wanted to smoke a leaf cigarette, so he struggled to find the cigarette stick under the pillow.

A ruler-long cigarette stick was pinched in his thin hand, and the brass cigarette holder and cigarette butt glowed faintly in the cold moonlight.

He didn't find Ye Ziyan, "probably hidden by the woman." He thought, so he put the cigarette stick to his mouth, squinting his eyes and savoring the taste of dry smoke.

Mangwa suddenly remembered the cigarette pouch on the cigarette stick, the mysterious cigarette pouch that had puzzled him for decades.

He opened his dim eyes and stared at the dilapidated wardrobe in the corner of the room, where the cigarette pouch was hidden. He wanted to take out the cigarette pouch that he had treasured for decades and tie it to the cigarette stick in his hand, so he moved with great difficulty, trying to get off the bed and down to the ground and lean towards the closet.

"Plop", he fell to the ground as soon as his head was loaded.

When the sky was bright, the door of the hut opened, and Chunhua came in with a basin of hot water. When she saw the reckless baby on the ground, she was so shocked that she cried out in a crying voice, "Ouch." Da Manggoye. You're leaving!"

Mangwa opened one eye, looked at the woman's nasty old face, and said with all her strength, "Lao Tzu, there is still a breath!

When Chunhua saw that he was still alive, she said with a gentle smile on her face, "Hehe." I thought you were out of breath!" she looked young, with only a few fine wrinkles at the corners of her slender and beautiful eyes.

Seeing him holding a cigarette stick in his hand, Chunhua put the basin on the ground and went to carry him to the bed. Mangwa's body was very heavy, and she was a little struggling, "If you want to smoke, you just shout." Ouch, you're so thin, and you're still so heavy!"

Mangwa lay back on the bed again, he didn't say a word, and let Chunhua wash his face and wipe his body. Chunhua's hand holding the towel slowly moved under him, and every time he was afraid that her hand would touch the lifeline under him, he reached out and pressed it.

She finished scrubbing Mangwa's body and began to massage him again, from his forehead, face, neck, shoulders, all the way to his thighs.

He had never enjoyed such a touch from a woman, and although he had always had an inexplicable anger towards her in his heart, he still squinted his eyes and quietly felt the comfort of his body and mind.

The face of a small landowner sticks out of the doorway, staring into the house with wide eyes. Chunhua suddenly found out, so she bent down, picked up the pot of dirty water, and splashed it towards the door. "Get back inside!" she scolded loudly. The little landlord touched the dirty water on his face and left upside down.

Mangwa knew in her heart that Chunhua's dwarf man was not worried about his woman coming to this hut, so he often peeked quietly at the door. "Then, that ......" Mangwa said with difficulty, pointing to the wardrobe.

Chunhua turned her head to look, thinking that he wanted to smoke, so she went to fetch the small bamboo basket with leaf cigarettes, put a wrapped cigarette on the cigarette stick, and fed it to his shriveled lips.

Mangwa suddenly threw away the cigarette stick and shouted desperately, "That, there is a box in the closet." Take it, give it to me!"

Chunhua was startled by his angry face, looked at his earthy face, and thought to herself, "It seems that it is about to enter the earth!" With full sadness, she rummaged through the wardrobe for a while before finding a very delicate small wooden box.

She stared at the wooden box, and saw that it was coated with a layer of clay paint, thinking that it contained the old man's deposit slip, or something valuable. "Brother Mang. Do you want to call your son and Cuihua back!" She thought he was going to give an account of his future. He glared at her, his hands trembling as he opened the box.

Inside the wooden box was the embroidered cigarette pouch, a cigarette pouch with a red rose embroidered on both sides.

Chunhua looked at the embroidered cigarette pouch, and her heart was shocked, and at the same time, tears of shock rolled in her eyes. "So, you've been keeping it!" she exclaimed, in surprise.

"Alas. It's been years!I don't know which one sent it!" said Mangwa sadly.

She stroked the rose on the cigarette pouch, tears flowed from her eyes, and then she opened the cigarette pouch and saw that the four leaf cigarettes were still there, so she was silent for a while, and then silently tied a thin rope on the cigarette pouch to the copper cigarette stick.

Mangwa looked at the tears on her face, and didn't understand why she was sad, so she put the cigarette stick in her mouth and said, "Light me a cigarette!" Chunhua was startled, and hurriedly picked up the lighter, her excited hands trembled a little, and it took a few hits to light a cigarette for him.

Mangwa squinted her eyes and slowly tasted the taste of dry tobacco.

"Brother Mang. I gave you this cigarette pouch that year!I thought you had lost it!" Chunhua said affectionately. Mangwa looked at her in surprise, unable to speak for a long time. He seemed to be thinking back to the events that had happened in those years, "I didn't dig up your family's contracted land that year!" he said with some difficulty.

"I only later found out that it was the turtle son dwarf man who did it. Chunhua said. Mangwa took another puff of leaf cigarette and said, "Also, I didn't make that chicken in your house!" Chunhua cried and said, "It's all my fault! It's also the ghost of that dwarf man! He deliberately wants to provoke the relationship between me and you." I regret it!"

Mangwa was silent for a while, and then sighed and said, "I, Chen Damang has only lived half a life, I'm afraid he will live to the end!

Chunhua thought about it, then turned around and walked out of the house. After a while, she walked in again with Aiai in her hand and said to her son, "Son." Hurry up and shout your dad!" Aiai looked up at Chunhua, and then at the reckless baby on the bed, "I don't have this dad!" he shouted loudly.

"I mean to see my own son!" said Mangwa angrily. "He, he's also your own son!" Chunhua finally told the secret that had been buried in her heart for more than ten years.

Mangwa looked at Ai Ai, who had grown up in front of her, and couldn't speak for a long time. Chunhua lowered her head and attached it to his ear, and said in a low voice, "Brother Mangwa." Do you remember what happened that night, in the barthatch hut by the river?"

"That night, so it was, it was you?" asked Mangwa after a moment's thought. He vaguely remembered that night, and always thought that it was Cuihua sleeping with him that night.

Chunhua raised her body and nodded a little shyly, "Your dwarf cousin, he, he didn't have children at all! Mangwa didn't say anything, the blood on his body was boiling in the river.

That year, the commune called for a one-child operation, and the small landlord was pulled to have a sterilization operation, and when he returned home, he happily said to Chunhua, "The doctor said I don't need to have surgery." Hehehe! lest I be stabbed by that knife!" Chunhua was so sad that her eyes were full of tears, "I, I'm a widow!"

The little landlord scolded, "Your turtle son and mother-in-law are still angry, and now Lao Tzu knows that that doll is not my own son at all, which kind of seed is he, Lao Tzu understands very well in his heart!" Chunhua softened suddenly, and cried and said, "Don't say it! In the future, I will be kind to you in the future." ”

Chunhua's attitude towards this dwarf man later changed a little, she was afraid that the little landlord would tell others her secret, so that she would not be able to raise her head in the village.

Mangwa stared at Ai Ai beside the bed for a long time, and then suddenly woke up and said, "I, I've lived all these years in vain! Why didn't you say it sooner? Now, it's too late!" He burst into tears and began to cough again.

The dwarf melon man had been eavesdropping outside the door, and he ran in and said angrily, "Cousin." You still complain about Chunhua, Lao Tzu has been wearing a green hat for more than ten years! Haha! You still owe me more than 200 yuan, look. I'll write it all down for you! Don't die! If you die, who will pay me back? Also, we have raised your son with you for more than ten years, and when you get better. I'll settle this account with you slowly!"

When Mangwa heard this, his face was so excited that his face was flushed, and he raised a hand to point at the little landlord, but he couldn't spit out something to say. He held a breath in his chest, and it took a long time before he suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, and said with his last breath, "Lao Tzu, I regret it!" and then fell on the bed with his head tilted, and passed out again.

Outside the house, there was a gust of wind, followed by a crackling rain. Chunhua and her son in the house, as well as the dwarf winter melon man, were so frightened that they couldn't speak.