The big awl on the sole of the shoe penetrated Zhou Lanxiang's palm, and after passing through, she didn't even know the pain, she pulled back by inertia, and the barb on the awl hooked a piece of flesh and pulled it back, and the palm of her hand was instantly stained with blood gushing out.

The blood on the ground looked like a big pool, Guoqing Niang was stupid, she only knew that she was screaming with her hands, and Mrs. Zhang had been the head nurse in the hospital for more than ten years, so she hurriedly stopped bleeding and disinfected her hands and feet, and bandaged them with medicine.

It wasn't until the palm of her hand was wrapped that Zhou Lanxiang looked at the blood stains oozing from the gauze and was still a little dazed, she looked at Guoqing Niang and opened her mouth, wanting to ask her who her nephew and son-in-law were just now, and the two jujube cores in her mouth hurt her cheeks as soon as she moved, and she remembered that she was a dumb person now.

Since the day she borrowed Ma Lanlan's identity, she has been holding two slender jujube cores in her mouth, so that no matter what the situation, as long as she wants to speak, her mouth will be pricked when she moves, and it will stop her from speaking in a hurry.

Zhou Lanxiang closed her mouth, and for the first time found that there was a trace of bitterness in the jujube pit, which was so bitter that it seeped into her heart.

It's good to be dumb, some words can be treated as non-existent without saying them, so what's the use of asking?

In fact, as early as the beginning when Guoqing Niang talked about her niece's marriage, she had a hunch, the more that person talked about Han Jin, the more she thought about Han Jin, but she never let herself think about this aspect, how could there be such a coincidence? Just because she thinks about him all the time, she can't think of anyone as him.

Zhou Lanxiang held her bloodstained hand and wanted to smile at Qing Guoniang, but she couldn't succeed after trying hard for a long time, so she gave up. Slowly gesturing with her hand, the old lady was the translator in the middle, and talked to her: I don't know when the clothes will be used? If I can wait a few days, I'll do it when I'm ready.

The National Day Niang's face was full of sadness, "Look at how you can say this!" You have such a big hole in your hand, how can I trouble you again! ”

In fact, the old lady did not agree with Zhou Lanxiang to do needlework again, this hand could not be raised in a month, and the palm of the hand was directly pierced, and it was hooked by the barb on the awl again, whether it would hurt the nerves in the future and she had to go to the hospital to let the doctor take a look, so she made the decision from the middle and pushed this matter away.

Guoqing Niang took Zhenliang and left, and the old lady hurriedly took the money to take Zhou Lanxiang to the hospital, and found a familiar doctor to take a good look. The doctor completely eliminated the poison again, because it was a wound that was pierced, and he had to poke it in with tweezers with a cotton wool, the old lady's eyes were red, and Zhou Lanxiang finally felt the pain, and she broke out in a cold sweat after treating the wound.

But from beginning to end, she didn't make a sound, and the tweezers poked the wound without saying a word, and the old lady thought that she couldn't speak, and didn't care, but she knew that she seemed to suddenly be silent.

Some pain can be spoken, shouted, and cried, but some pain can only be buried in the bottom of the heart. Even if it is a steel needle that will never disappear, it must be buried deep with a soft heart.

From the moment she left the house, she knew that no matter how much it hurt in the future, she was not qualified to snort. Now it's just the beginning, and not being able to speak out is actually a mercy for her.

The doctor asked him to come over for a medicine two days later, but there was no nerve injury for the time being, and he had to be observed twice more to be diagnosed.

Zhou Lanxiang has been a little slow to react, the old lady thought she had lost too much blood and was frightened, on the way home, she found an acquaintance to buy pork liver and jujubes, and wanted to make up for her, and when she went home, she cooked porridge by herself, and asked her to sleep on the warm kang in the east house for a while.

Zhou Lanxiang was pressed by the old lady on the hot kang covered with a thick quilt, lying for a while still shivering gently, and the air exhaled seemed to be cold, and she couldn't warm it up.

The hand began to swell, the palm of the hand was swollen to the usual thickness of three times, even the fingers were so swollen that the lines could not be seen, and the dull and sickly blue and yellow color was flashing, and then the pain really hit, as if there was a huge cone that kept scratching the flesh of the wound.

Zhou Lanxiang didn't know when she fell asleep, she only knew that it was still cold and painful in her dreams, the old lady's warm and dry hand gently stroked her forehead, and the old and loving voice kept calling her, "Lan Lan, Lan Lan ......"

There are also people calling her in the other direction, just as old and loving, "Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang......"

She bit the tip of her tongue tightly to keep herself from crying, Grandpa, I miss you.

Grandpa, I'm cold.

Grandpa, I hurt so much.

Grandpa, grandpa......

Grandpa, Xiaojin is very good, don't worry.

Grandpa, Xiaojin is getting married......

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Zhou Lanxiang burned for two days to get better, the old lady gave her a fever-reducing injection herself, looking at her face that she had lost a lot of weight, her legs and feet were numb a lot, and she went out every day to touch the things in her body, and she didn't even care about the old sisters asking her to be a matchmaker.

Zhou Lanxiang's illness was cured quickly, and after three or four days, she was able to go to the ground to move normally, and her hands were swollen a lot, and the old lady didn't let her do anything, only let her sit under the windowsill at noon and bask in the sun, and usually let her read at home.

She also listened quietly to the old lady's arrangement, and never stepped out of the door since.

The family returned to peace, because Zhou Lanxiang was just sick, and everyone didn't come to the house to disturb, the old sisters' matchmaking party was changed, and Zhou Lanxiang never heard Guoqingniang talk about her niece and nephew and son-in-law.

Out of the first lunar day, it warmed up day by day, and the wind blew on his face and already felt warm, and Zhou Lanxiang's hands slowly improved, as if the sudden injury and fever had passed.

Except that she never moved back to the Westinghouse, she slept on the hot kang with the old lady every day. No matter how hot the kang is and how thick the quilt is, it is cold to sleep in the quilt at night, and sometimes her hands and feet are numb and painful in the middle of the night, so she can only get up and rub it.

The old lady put her feet in her bed in the middle of the night to warm up, and kept saying that she had lost too much blood and didn't make up for it, and wrote to her son, asking him to get some dried longan and wolfberries back.

In the middle of February, the weather is really warm, the ice and snow are melting, the road is no longer slippery, the old lady has already taken over the work of buying vegetables, I don't know if she is lucky or has many ways, since she is responsible for buying vegetables, she can often buy good things without tickets, fish, meat and eggs and even milk cubes, so happy that the old lady runs out happily every day, and comes back to replenish Zhou Lanxiang's body in a different way.

In late February, Zhou Lanxiang's hands were almost better, the wound was treated in time, the doctor was dedicated, and now the fingers were flexible and free, and the wound healed well, except for the two dark scars on the palm and back of the hand.

Everyone only knows that Zhou Lanxiang was sick and was stabbed by an awl, and she had a cold and fever again, and the other old ladies were afraid of gossip and didn't talk to outsiders.

Qingqing Niang came with that piece of really good material in a warm afternoon, and before she could say the words she was ready, she first called out in surprise, "Lan Lan!" Why did you lose weight like this! Auntie, what is wrong with this child? It's only been a few days, why have you lost so much weight! ”

Zhou Lanxiang sat in front of the window basking in the sun, the warm sunlight of spring shone on her, as if it could penetrate her thin body, even in the warm sun, her skin was cold, like a snow-white thin fetal bone china bowl in the ice and snow, just looking at it, she knew that she was cold to the bones.

At this time, there is no fat person, she is thinner than a normal girl, this disease, so thin that it can be blown to the sky by the wind, everyone began to change sweaters, she wore a thick sweater in the cotton jacket that fit before her illness, and now it looks like the cotton jacket is a little loose.

Qing Guoniang took her cold hand and sighed repeatedly, where did she dare to mention letting her help make clothes, but Lan Lan took the initiative to mention it: My hand is good, leave it to me, I'm going home, thank you aunt for taking care of me, let me do my best one last time.