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He kept his eyes open until dawn, and then Ah Jing pushed the door and returned.

As usual, she dragged out the laundry tub from under the bed, took two buckets of cold water, and sat in to wash herself. She washed it so carefully that the water splashed down her lean back, and there was a hint of mist in the morning light.

I don't know if it's the water temperature or the body temperature.

Qing Shui wet his messy hair, Ah Jing raised his hand and pressed it against the back of his head, revealing a face that was both green and aging. When she looks back, her expression is contradictory, just like her contradictory life.

She asked, "Have you seen them all?" ”

"Hmm." The son stared at the light bulb and his voice was soft.

"What's wrong?" She squeezed out a smile, and her voice was grainy and hoarse: "Jealous? You're not going to fall in love with me, I'm telling you, I'm not going to sleep with a disabled person. You're dying of this heart, before it's too late. ”

The son laughed too, with a smile, but without laughter.

Ajing's story can never be finished, if we want, we can tell it for three days and three nights, maybe we can get started.

She rarely opens her heart to people, but the man in front of her is an exception. Unconsciously, a deep voice came slowly.

When I was nine years old, I bought a school bag and a pencil. My mother said that I should go to school, and that only with knowledge can I have a way out. The bag is pink with a flower fairy motif on it. I memorized it once, and I never touched it again.

I woke up early, and it was my first day of school. Suddenly, someone called me, and his voice was as terrifying as if he had seen a ghost.

I went out with him and saw my mother lying on the side of the street, one thigh covered with flesh and blood. The blood had dried up and solidified into a circle of black bibimbap sauce. Ha ha...... I also wondered why I thought of bibimbap sauce at that time.

The car that hit her had already run away, and I was a kid and could only cry. Someone tried to lift her mother up, but her legs were glued to the ground, and no one dared to move.

Ah Jing paused, lit a cigarette, and the fire dimmed.

It was I who dug my mother out of the ground with a spoon, a spoonful of spoonful.

The people around them gradually lost interest and left. I begged them to kowtow to them, and no one paid attention. I yelled at my mom not to sleep and I took her to the hospital.

How do I know what a hospital is? The devil knows what a hospital is......

Someone put my mother's hand in my arms and said to me, "It's cold! ”

I didn't believe it, so I put my face on the back of my mother's hand, and I was so scared that I couldn't cry. How could anyone be cold like this? I started to undress my mom, starting from her chest, up to her back, thighs, ass, calves.

What am I doing, you ask?

I just wanted to find a hot spot and I couldn't accept that she just died.

I didn't find it, but when I looked up again, I saw Uncle Wu. It was he who handed my mother's hand to me and told me to be strong.

One day after his mother's death, Uncle Wu paid for his mother to send him away. If it weren't for him, I really wouldn't have been able to do anything, anything.

Two days after his mother's death, Wu Boqiang. Rape me.

I was nine years old.

It hurts so much that it feels like the body is being torn.

Uncle Wu gave me money to eat, so that I would not starve to death. So I was able to grow up, year after year, and every time I thought about hate, and after the hatred, I was grateful.

Right or wrong may not matter, and the distorted experience makes it impossible for her to tell right from wrong.

Ah Jing finished washing, got into the quilt, and said with a smile: "Sleep soundly in your arms, thank you." ”

After thanking the word, there was a call.

Her son stared down at her, his brow furrowed even in his sleep. He rubbed it gently, stretching between Ajing's eyebrows. The pigmented sallow face finally showed a naïve expression that matched his age.

……

I thought that Ajing's story would never be finished.

After three days, I knew that all stories had an end, and Ajing was no exception.

Whether it's wonderful or boring, it will always come to an end.

The son sat on the edge of the bed and waited until the east turned red and the sun jumped above the horizon. Ah Jing appeared in the alley with staggering steps. He hurried to greet him, and he was frightened, and Ah Jing's body was hot, like a roasted sweet potato.

The son was concerned: "Are you sick? ”

Ah Jing pushed him away: "It's okay." ”

After returning to the house, she didn't wash her body and fell asleep.

The son soaked a towel in cold water and put it on Ah Jing's forehead. Suddenly, the green muscles burst out, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who did it?" ”

Ah Jing trembled, buried his face in his arms, and couldn't stop sobbing.

On her neck, on her arms, on her thighs. Bare. The exposed skin was all blue and purple, which showed that he had been severely beaten and abused.

The son pointed to the mouth of the alley and said fiercely: "Is it him?" ”

Ajing curled up like a frightened kitten.

The son couldn't stand it anymore and slammed the door to leave. Ah Jing hugged him and cried: "No, no, it's not Uncle Wu." ”

"Who's that?"

"Three-eyed brother!"

Hearing this name, the son suddenly looked like a wood carving clay sculpture, and he didn't move.

Local Chinese, but anyone who has intersections in Chinatown, no one knows the three-eyed brother.

He is a member of the "Fellow Townsmen's Association", specializing in usury, and many people have no formal status and need money, so they can only look for him. And he has many younger brothers, hard guys, and black hearts, no one dares to offend him.

He has a scar between his eyebrows, shaped like a cat's eye, and has three eyes. In order to show respect, it is generally called the three-eyed brother.

Anger does not turn into courage, and the son is cowardly.

He fed Ah Jing medicine and iced it with cold water all night, and the fever finally subsided, and the person was in a lot of energy.

It was getting late, and Ah Jing's eye sockets were sunken and full of exhaustion. The son told her not to go and to rest for the day.

Ah Jing swept the corners of his eyes and chuckled: "I won't go, he will find ......"

Half the story.

The son has no place to be ashamed of himself.

……

This night, the son didn't know how to get through it.

"Fight like a man!!"

Shen Qingshan's voice echoed in his son's mind, like a bone-eating demon, constantly gnawing at his soul.

The night was deep, and a crescent moon had stirred up a few remnant clouds.

There was silence all around, and everything was silent.

Suddenly there were messy high heels, and the silence was shattered.

The son hurriedly ran out, fell on his feet with garlic, and got up on a wheel. When I looked up, I saw Ah Jing like catkins in the wind, swaying.

At the moment when she fell, her son caught her.

Ah Jing's face was purple and blue, there were blood marks on the corners of his mouth, his arms were black and bloodshot, and there was no good place around him.

"Ajing !!" The son growled.

Ai Jing smiled at him, and his smile was desolate.

The son hugged Ah Jing tightly, and before he could enter the house, Ah Jing's voice was weak: "Give ...... Give me...... Wash ...... clean"

"Good !!"

The son nodded heavily.

Pull out the laundry tub, take two buckets of water, and put Ah Jing naked. Body in.

His palms trembled, and his tentacles were like dead corpses, cold and piercing.

Slowly, gently, the son treated her like a precious treasure.

Ah Jing sat down in the basin and suddenly asked, "I...... Is it starting to get cold? ”

The son was frightened and touched her chest, thighs, buttocks, and calves. Forced his voice, bowed his head and said, "No, you are very warm, as hot as the summer sun." ”

Wash and dry and put on clean clothes.

Ah Jing was in his son's arms, his swollen hand caressing the side of his face, and two lines of tears slid down his narrowed eyes. Her voice was low and grainy: "I thought ...... I met good men...... Outcome...... Still the same ...... as my mother."

She said the last two words: "Thank you." ”

Then he lost his breath!!

The son hugged Ah Jing across his chest, and his blood seemed to be boiling. The indescribable pain rushed through the body, and the scalp seemed to explode, and the whole person could be described in one word.

Go to pieces!!!

The son broke down!!

When he took the laundry tub, he brought something out from under the bed.

Schoolbag.

Pink.

There is a flower fairy motif on it......

The yellow envelope full of envelopes in the schoolbag was scattered all over the ground at this time, and the photos in the envelopes fell out.

A well who fell to the ground.

Ajing in open crotch pants.

A well with a watermelon head.

The youthful rebellious Ajing.

Healthy Ajing ...... Wizened Ajing...... A well with lowered eyebrows and eyes......

There is a red mark on the outside of the yellow envelope, which is "returned!!

The son hugged Ah Jing tightly, and buried his face in her hair. Tears burst and roared silently.