Chapter 149: Mixed Voices

I felt bad things were going on that night, but I didn't know if my feelings were right or wrong. I listened quietly to the sound of the car stalling, heard my dad open the door, heard him wash his face, then he walked out the door again, and then there was silence.

I crept up and walked to the floor. Dad stood alone in the white moonlight, looking ahead.

It was past the time when the lights of thousands of homes were on, and the mountains and houses in the distance became three-dimensional, like paper-cutting. The moonlight floated around like mist.

I walked behind my dad from the doorway, and he didn't feel my footsteps. I was afraid of disturbing my father's solemn silence, so I gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, and asked worriedly, "Dad, where is Mom?" Why didn't she come back with you? "I secretly prayed that my father's answer was that my mother was staying at a relative's house, because I had sensed an ominous omen, and I was battling with it.

Dad didn't look back at me, his eyes still looking ahead of nothingness, and said, "Your mother can't come back for a while." Then there was infinite silence.

"Hmm." I couldn't tell from my father's answer that the omens were right or wrong. Seeing my father's stiff expression, I didn't dare to ask again, so I shuffled back to bed.

Mom was in the hospital for more than a month. More than a month later, there was more moaning in the middle of the night at home, which was the expression of my mother's pain when she woke up.

In the midst of moaning, we watched our mother lose weight day by day. The severe pain caused the mom to lose a third of her weight in just one month. During that time, my mother had the idea of killing herself countless times. The only reason she insisted on surviving was the fear that my brother and I would have no one to take care of. All her hopes were pinned on me and my brother.

Mom's life has merged with mine. She wanted me to excel in my studies and thought that was the best reward for her. When my grandfather took me around, my mother didn't approve of it, but when my mother saw that I loved me so much, she couldn't bear to interfere.

My mother is like that, even if she wants me to do one thing, but I am obsessed with another, my mother will wholeheartedly support my own ideas. As for me, on the one hand, I am obsessed with my own whims, and on the other hand, I have a deep sense of guilt for my mother.

My mother almost burst into tears when she said, "What if you have an accident and leave your mother alone", she was afraid that I would see it, so she hurriedly wiped her wet hand on her face to cover it up. And I took this little action into my eyes clearly.

I comforted my mom and said, "Don't worry, I'm in high school now, I can only come back once a month, and I'll go to school when I'm done." When I was in school, couldn't I just study hard? Good no good? ”

Mom nodded, and then took some cold water from the basin and patted it on the back of my neck.

The condition of the nose has improved slightly. Mom pulled a sturdy sewing thread and wrapped it tightly around my index finger. The finger of the index finger immediately became swollen and purple.

This time, my grandfather persuaded me: "Otherwise, you won't follow you to the general slope tonight......"

I immediately interrupted my grandfather: "No! I must go! As soon as he finished speaking, the blood in his nose flowed heavily. Mom was busy slapping me on the back of the neck again.

Mom scolded distressedly: "You still want to fool around with them like this? No way! I won't let you out tonight anyway. Your old lady and I will guard the door tonight to see where you come from. ”

I know that my mother is very talkative but she will not really lock me up at home, I said, it is something she is not happy about, as long as I like it, she will support me unconditionally. The scolding is only temporary.

My mother wanted me to lie on my back in a chair so that the bleeding would not be so violent. Later, when I went to university, I learned that when my nose bleeds, I should not lie on my back, but let the blood flow naturally.

I listened to my mother and lay on my back and swallowed the blood that had been pouring back into my mouth. I don't know how long it took for me to fall asleep in such an uncomfortable position.

Although I was asleep, my ears could still hear every slight sound around me, and I could even hear the sound of the grasshopper in the corner of the wall digging through the dirt at the hole with its feet. I heard my grandfather walk up to me, walk around me, and then the footsteps faded away and finally disappeared.

Then, I heard a lot of people talking. I know that there is no one in this house anymore, grandpa is out, mom is out. But there were all kinds of sounds ringing in my ears, the sound of two people whispering, the sound of women laughing, the sound of old people gasping, the sound of children crying, even the mooing of cows, the clucking of hens, the crowing of roosters.

The sounds mingled, churning like boiled porridge, making my head buzz and explode. Consciousness seemed to be leaving my body. I couldn't feel the presence of my limbs, only the noise. I've had this feeling when I've been sleeping before, but after a while, it's gone, and then I'm in a deep sleep. But never before has it been so intense.

I've been in this state all the time. Outside the house, I can hear my mother or someone else talking. Their words were mixed in with the voices, and although they could be distinguished, they could not be heard clearly. Later, I seemed to hear the crisp sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl.

The head was heavy, and it seemed like it was about to fall out of the chair. I looked up as hard as I could, and I woke up from this state of confusion. His eyes itched as if they had been smoked, and his limbs went limp. An unacceptable smell in the mouth.

Looking out the window, it was already dark, and I was shocked. A chill spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the person couldn't help but shiver, and suddenly he was much more awake, but his limbs were still weak.

I walked to the kitchen with my body propped up. Mom is washing dishes with a loofah. I rubbed my eyes, struggling to see. I hiccuped and gurgled in my stomach.

"Have you finished dinner?" I clutched my stomach and asked, "Why didn't you call me?" ”

Without waiting for my mother to answer, I glanced around the house, found that my grandfather was not there, and hurriedly asked, "Where is grandpa?" Did grandpa go to General Slope? ”

While washing the dishes, my mother replied, "I saw that you slept too soundly just now, and I couldn't bear to ask you to eat." The food is left in the cupboard for you. Let's go get some food. ”

I was really hungry, so I quickly opened the cupboard and quickly pulled the rice into my mouth.

"Grandpa didn't call me when he went?" I asked angrily with a grain of rice in my mouth.