After Sister Fang finished telling the story, she couldn't bear the exertion of physical strength and fell asleep again in a groggy state. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Gui'er lay on the bed in a daze, her eyes wide open, and she couldn't speak for a long time. This secret exploded like a thunderbolt in her messy head, and the person who planted the bomb and lit the fuse was her mother, whom she had always loved and admired.

Sister Fang'er's intermittent narration suddenly became a fine net in Gui'er's mind. Before she could exclaim, the net came at her with her head covered in the face. Gui'er sadly discovered: the net of fate has long been laid, and she has nowhere to escape.

One morning after Sister Fang'er's health improved slightly, Gui'er cooked a meal and brought it to her grandmother's room. Since Mrs. Ma suffered a stroke the year before last, half of her body has been paralyzed. Before Sister Fang was sick, serving the old lady to eat, bathe, change clothes, and go to the toilet was Sister Fang'er's job alone. Now that Sister Fang is sick, Gui'er has come back from outside, and the matter of taking care of the old lady naturally falls on her shoulders.

"Milk, does your back still hurt today?" Gui'er asked with concern while struggling to help the old lady up.

Since Mrs. Ma lay on the bed and couldn't move, she had been much blessed, and at this moment, Gui'er, who was thin and weak, almost used her strength to help her up.

"I'm fine, how is your mom doing today?" Mrs. Ma tried to move her fat body with her granddaughter's movements. However, now half of her body doesn't listen to her command, and after a long time, she didn't move a bit, but she and Gui'er were panting and sweating.

Knowing her mother's intentions, Gui'er didn't say much, but followed Mrs. Ma's words: "Mom's complexion looks better today, and the fever has subsided." ”

Old Madam Ma nodded when she heard this. After the two of them talked for a while, Gui'er left.

I don't know why, Mrs. Ma always has a strange feeling when she talks to Gui'er this time. But what's the blame, Mrs. Ma can't tell. After Gui'er threw herself into the river, she suddenly remembered that her granddaughter seemed to be in a trance that day, and repeatedly told herself: Mom is bitter, sometimes she has a bad temper, you have to relax and don't be like Mom.

Later, when Mrs. Ma remembered this paragraph again, she couldn't help but burst into tears: it was goodbye to her. If he hadn't been so stupid at the beginning, and he had talked to the girl after realizing that something was wrong, maybe this stupid boy would not have taken such a road of no return.

On the day Gui'er was buried, Sister Fang was already delirious and went crazy. One blow after another, the eighty-year-old lady Ma's spirit was not good day by day, and within two months, she passed away suddenly.

Ma Xiaoyue's father helped take care of Mrs. Ma's funeral. At this time, the old Ma family in Dage Village was left with only Sister Fang, who had been crazy.

Sister Fang is finally crazy. Sometimes she screams sharply, sometimes she cries and laughs wildly. She held the little blanket that had wrapped Gui'er when she was a child, and wandered in the fields every day, as if she was still holding the young Gui'er in her arms.

At night, Sister Fang didn't sleep in the house, holding a small blanket, and fell asleep in the bamboo forest in front of the door. It doesn't matter if it's windy or rainy. The sister-in-law of the Ma family, that is, Ma Xiaoyue's mother, really couldn't bear it, so she tied Sister Fang to the bed. But I don't know what method Sister Fang used, she can escape every time. Finally, on a rainy night, Sister Fang had a high fever. Seeing that this was not a solution, Ma Xiaoyue's father beckoned several villagers to build a small bamboo shed for Sister Fang in the bamboo forest, and sent the sick Sister Fang to the bamboo house.

Sister Fang finally quieted down.

Mom said that when Gui'er scooped it up, her stomach was bulging. It's a whole lap bigger than usual. On the day of the funeral, the second child of the Liu family in Bai Ping came and said that he shouldn't have quarreled with Gui'er because he found the wrong money two days ago.

In this way, all doubts are gone.

Gui'er quarreled with the object and committed suicide by throwing herself into the river in a negative anger.

I listened to the rest of this story on a gloomy winter afternoon. There was a red fire in the stove, and the sweet rice wine on the flame was rumbling.

Lin Ye didn't compromise with me easily this time. With a low salary of 3,000 yuan a month, it is a little far from the bright future he wants to give me. We reconciled, but it felt weird.

What he didn't know was that I didn't mind in my heart. But in this way, I swallowed it alive several times when it came to my mouth.

Perhaps, even I don't understand myself. Just as Lin Ye shouted at me when the quarrel was fierce before: "Tu Ran, you are actually a vain woman!" ”

I think maybe Lin Ye is right.

Fundamentally, I am reluctant to face this prosperity in the west. When the neon lights come up along the streets, I feel inexplicably at ease. In this web woven by rivers of lights, there are countless stories happening, love and hate, entanglement, life and death, parting, treacherous calculations, flattery, and even dust with noisy fireworks. What is hidden deep in the heart of man, whether it is hatred and greed, or rare kindness, is lit up in the river of lights. This is life, naked, ugly life, like being stripped of all disguises, so real and vibrant.

After many years of living in a quiet and poor mountain home, I couldn't help but be captivated by the spicy and mellow atmosphere of life.

It's an indescribable feeling.

But life soon slapped me in the face.

Winter is coming in a blink of an eye, and the icy north wind with the cold air of the river swirls from among the bleak trees, instantly raising a faint cloud of dust. One ordinary morning shortly after that incident, I looked at the empty room and suddenly missed my mother's rice wine. So, I simply packed my bags and said goodbye. The half of the story about Sister Fang's madness was narrated by my mother after I returned to Dage Village.

At night, I listened to the wind whistling between the window lattices, tossing and turning. I don't know why, but Gui'er looks like when she was a child comes to mind. She was wearing a pale yellow dress, in the bright twilight, waving her arms, while running towards me, two pigtails flying up and down behind her, like two butterflies chasing each other: "Third sister~"

She's calling me!

My eyes couldn't help but moisten, there was no girl named Gui'er in the world who followed me and chased me as the third sister.

On that lonely winter day, my head was dizzy, and everything that had happened was scrambling to jump out of my heart.

But I'm going to take them into the coffin.

However, Heaven does not intend to stop there.

All of this is not over yet.