The mother screamed, and the rope in her hand was broken, and the Buddha beads rolled all over the ground. She slumped on the ground, frightening and motionless.

I watched a bead roll along the floor of the hall to the door, bouncing and rolling, and as soon as the bead stopped, I heard someone knocking on the glass window.

"Sister Sifeng, are you at home? Sister Sifeng, are you at home? Today's Bodhisattva's birthday, don't you want to pay your vow?" A woman's voice.

I knew who was knocking on the window, it was Meng Pozi from the village in the west end of the town, a woman about the same age as her mother. She has an ugly face, slender eyes, a big garlic nose, and a hole in her mouth, which I heard was beaten by her man when she was young. The worst thing is a big mole at the corner of her mouth, which makes her already ugly face look quite weird.

I am not the only one who thinks she is weird, many people say in private that the old woman surnamed Meng who distributes Meng Po soup in the underworld is estimated to have such a fierce face as her.

The mother came to her senses and said to the window, "It's raining heavily today, and I'm a little uncomfortable, so I won't go."

My mother believed in Buddhism, and every time the Bodhisattva was born, she had to go to the temple to offer incense.

The man was still knocking on the window, "Let's go, let's go together." I can't help but go on a heavy day. ”

The mother hesitated for a while, but decided to go. The moment she opened the door and went out, I saw Mrs. Meng, dressed in a dark blue single gown, wearing cloudy silver earrings, and a wide black hairband on her head. She glanced at me, and the whites of her slender eyes could not be seen, as if they were all black inside. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and I saw the mole.

My mother closed the door, and I gradually lost sight of the woman behind her. The rain crackled on the ground, and I couldn't hear their departing footsteps. Again, the thunder was so loud that many years have passed, and I still vividly remember the lightning and thunder and the wind and rain that day.

It was the last time I saw my mother, yes, the last time I saw her.

Two years later, I can still remember that day vividly. Lightning and thunder, storms and rains, as if the heavens were about to devour everything. The mother left and never came back, she died.

It was Chenyang who came to my house to report the letter, and their convoy happened to pass by there, and learned that the person who was killed by the collision was my mother.

And they came to my house. When he came to my house, he was soaking wet and panicked.

But what's wrong with your mother!" He said as he knocked on the door

Keshu and I were at home, I asked Keshu to go to the tofu factory to call the second sister, and I followed Chenyang to the scene of the accident. At that time, there were few cars on the road, and there were a few cars, but my mother seemed to catch up. She was crushed under the wheel of a truck, and she was run over without a human figure.

I still can't forget the scene of people being crushed under the wheels of a car, wrapped up in a ball. The clothes were still there, a gray cloth undershirt, which was soaked red. There were a lot of people around, and I saw the mother-in-law surnamed Meng, standing next to the truck that caused the accident, standing in a daze, as if she had not recovered her senses.

The mother-in-law surnamed Meng squinted at her mother's corpse, which had been rolled over for recognition. Her face was wrinkled and furrowed. The blood in the mother's body was washed by the rain, and the ground was covered with blood.

I grabbed the woman surnamed Meng by the collar and used all my strength.