When the time came to winter, Guo Dahai and Guo Mo Guo Mo were physically and mentally tired, and in just 2 months, not only did they consume all the 100,000 yuan from Guo Datong, Guo Dahai also borrowed money from other relatives and friends, and saw more and more debts and burdens.

On the occasion of the Chinese New Year, Guo Dahai and Lin Meimei chose to go back to their hometown in Shaanxi, Shaanxi's hometown has its own local prescription, Guo Mo and Guo Lin also took leave to go home intermittently during the period, just looking at their mother's increasingly weak body and emaciated face, they all knew that their mother's time was running out. For this reason, Guo Mo has even resigned from his job and returned to his hometown in Shanxi to work part-time as an occasional helper.

Guo Dahai looked at Lin Meimei, who was lying on the bed sickly, and his face became more and more desolate, "Mei, how do you feel?" ”

"What else, I'm not at ease, Hai, tell me honestly, what's wrong with me." After all, the topic was mentioned here, Guo Dahai was silent, not knowing how to respond to Lin Meimei's question, is it honest? Or hide it for a while, seeing Lin Meimei's increasingly thin appearance, Guo Dahai felt a pain in his heart.

"Well, that's it, if you don't say it, don't say it." Although Lin Meimei's tone was somewhat helpless, but under this tone, there was a little sadness, and she also had some vague guesses, but her husband didn't say it, she could only hide the guesses in her heart, death is not terrible, what is terrible is the process of waiting for death.

Time is gradually entering winter, the life of Lin Meimei and Guo Dahai, in addition to eating is sleeping, taking medicine, boiling medicine, I don't know where Guo Dahai got the home remedies, every day I boiled and drank, I drank and boiled, all of them were helpless without money, Guo Dahai only thought about what the doctor said to himself, that glimmer of hope, every time he would boil medicine in the kitchen and cry, when he entered the door with medicine, Lin Meimei looked at the red eyes, and wanted to stop talking, but Guo Dahai prevaricated that it was smoked by firewood every time. Lin Meimei also believed it every time.

Time is passing day by day in this long time.

On the eve of the Chinese New Year, Guo Dahai looked at Lin Meimei beside the bed, his eyes showed complexity and a trace of hatred, Lin Meimei next to him was sleeping soundly, but her sleeping expression was not comfortable, her brows were tightly locked, she didn't say anything, she hummed softly, but Guo Dahai knew that it was her illness that was tormenting her body, and the brain was reacting to her.

Guo Dahai fell into a long period of contemplation, the night was late, in the old house, the bronze bell was swinging one by one, ticking and ticking, the expression on Guo Dahai's face did not know how to describe it, one moment hideous, one moment annoyed, one moment painful.

The sound of ticking echoed through the room, and the time passed by second, and finally fell silent with a low whining in the room. It's as if nothing has happened, and as if something has happened. All that remains is the tireless ticking of the bronze bell.