"You debt collector, little hoof with no conscience, your father is going to die, and you don't even look at it! I'll kill you for your father!" Seeing Gui'er's childish appearance, she couldn't help but reach out to Gui'er's thin back, hit her a few times, and dragged Gui'er back. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info while walking, while crying mournfully.

At this moment, in the house, Ma Erdong and Sister Fang were speechless. After a long time, Ma Erdong opened his mouth: "Fang, you shouldn't practice yourself like this~"

Sister Fang didn't speak, just shed tears. Outside the wooden window, the dazzling sunlight hit the small pieces of blue glass, and a faint halo opened up, instantly softening the years.

Ma Erdong's last sentence was left to the stubborn Gui'er. He endured the fishy sweetness that welled up in his throat, and said sourly: "My poor little treasure, you will be a baby without a father in the future~"

As he spoke, he looked at Gui'er standing at the door with tears in his eyes, and stretched out his hand to touch her little head like before. But as soon as he raised his hand, he drooped down.

Ma Erdong struggled for a few hours and then went.

Gui'er threw herself on Ma Erdong's still warm corpse, crying almost to death. After she dropped out of school, all her resentment and unwillingness were washed away in this cry.

Sister Fang didn't expect that at the moment when Ma Erdong was finally sober, he still treated Gui'er as his own child. Although he already knew the truth, he chose to forgive. Later, for countless days and nights, Sister Fang was thinking, if she had forgiven Ma Erdong's absurd choice at the beginning, would none of this happen later?

After Sister Fang said all this, she swallowed her breath with relief. In her last sober days, Sister Fang chose to reveal the secret she had buried deep in her heart. She wants to redeem herself, or she will die innocently without any concealment. She finally ended her crazy life. At the moment when she finished telling this story, Sister Fang heard the sound of knocking on the wooden fish in a trance, tuk, tuk. She felt herself become very light and light, like a curling smoke, slowly rising in the sound of the tuk-tuk wooden fish.

I looked at Sister Fang'er's jet-black coffin slowly sinking into the dirt, and a wave of amazement welled up in my heart for no reason. Then I remembered that widely sung verse.

The Buddha said: There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, and can't let go.

I think it's better to use this passage to send Sister Fang'er.

The aunt on the side was chattering about the shocking secret that Sister Fang had revealed on the way back. Man is dead, and everything follows the wind. No matter how you talk about it, it has nothing to do with the person lying in the coffin.

It won't be long before Sister Fang will be completely forgotten by people.

No one can understand Sister Fang'er's love and hate, nor can she understand her fierceness and forbearance.

Except for the Buddha.

I took one last look at the blue and black tombstone, then turned and disappeared into the path outside the woods. I don't know if it's my delusion, but at that moment, I saw the courtyard of Chen's blind man in the shadow of the tombstone. He sat on the smooth river rock under the wood, his eyes slightly closed, as if the wind was blowing, and the leaves rustled. The fluttering flowers fall in the sun with the wind. After a while, Chen's head and legs were stained with a layer of small flowers. The warm fragrance floated in the sun, but Chen was blind unconsciously. Perhaps, he has fallen asleep.

I suddenly laughed.

Chen Blind Man hid almost everyone, but he didn't hide it from me. His eyes were somewhat visible, so he recognized Sister Fang'er and guessed that Gui'er might be his child. He planted the wooden tree in the yard and "watched" the tree grow day by day, but in fact, he had ulterior motives.

I didn't understand it when I didn't look into it, but now I do.

That's a way for him to express it.

Blind Chen carefully protected the secret in his own way, as well as the two women involved in it. Those two women, one let him die without regrets, and the other continued his bloodline. They gave him wisdom and courage.

The big river stone under the wooden tree was carried back by the blind Chen from the river. He wandered around the river for three days before picking out the river stone. Not big, not too small, smooth and warm to the touch. Chen Blind dug out the river stone, put it in a wide basket made of bamboo, and then explored the way with a wooden stick, staggering all the way back.

I have been to Chen's blind man's house, which is far from the river. It would take more than an hour for a sturdy man to get to the river through those winding roads. I imagined that Chen was blind with a wooden stick, exploring the river step by step, then finding the stones, and then carrying the stones uphill all the way home. I stumbled and sweated along the way, but there was no bitterness on my face. It must have been a difficult journey for him.

I've seen Chen blind carrying things. In order to prevent the cloth belt on the basket from slipping too long from his shoulder and spilling the contents of the basket, after putting the basket on his back, Chen Blind would twist the two cloth belts and insert a short wooden stick into it, so that the cloth belt would stick tightly to his back. But in this way, the wide basket will be tightly strangled on his shoulder, and if the wide basket is not unhooked, Chen Blind can only stand.

Chen, who had inconvenient eyes, walked uphill from the river to his home, unable to sit down and rest along the way. The river stone had been pressing on his shoulder. The cloth of the wide basket was pulled into his flesh, mixed with spicy sweat, and the flesh grinded with raw pain. He had fallen, and he had struggled to get up......

In this way, with great difficulty, the blind man Chen moved the big river stone back to his bare home and placed it under the still young wooden tree.

The tree grows year by year, and finally it is like a tree. Weeds and small flowers also grow around the large river rocks. Countless lonely days and nights, Chen Blind sat on the big river rock, carefully stroking the thin trunk of the woody tree, as if caressing the beautiful thoughts in his heart. He talked to the tree and felt its growth and change, like a loving elder.

Only the grass that withered every year witnessed the loneliness of the blind man Chen, who was deeper than the sea.

I think it is necessary to explain here why Gui'er chose to commit suicide by throwing herself into the river. It was true that Gui'er and the young man of the Liu family quarreled, but that was not the main reason why she chose to die. What really motivated her to embark on this path was to find that she had been manipulated by fate and lost the courage to continue living.

Sister Fang'er's narration is only a catalyst at best. Gui'er just suddenly understood the cause of the tragedy of half her life. She dropped out of school because of her father's dirty disease, and the reason why her father contracted the dirty disease was because of her mother's betrayal. And the reason why my mother and Chen Blind Ziye are together is because my father was caught by my mother for stealing and fishing. And her vision is blurred now because she inherited Chen's blind eye disease.

On that day, she found the wrong money because she had blurred vision.

Yes, dear readers. I think you should understand the story at this point. Why would Gui'er choose such a point of no return. Eye disease is eating away at her health day by day. She thought she was going to become the second blind Chen. Gui'er, who felt powerless, chose to cut herself off.

This is where the story should have ended. But I think maybe I forgot a crucial explanation: the wood tree also has another name in the northern plains, called the laurel tree.