Mrs. Zhang contracted a fever and had been bedridden for six days.

The medicine has never stopped, but the condition has deteriorated and there is no improvement. In addition to taking medicine in the upper bunk, Zhuo Lengping stayed by his mother's side all day long, never sleeping well, and his face gradually became haggard.

She begged the shop several more times, but was politely rejected by him without exception. Later, she became interested and stopped pleading with the shopkeeper.

On this day, Mrs. Zhang was already dying.

Her eyes were bloodshot and her eyelids were swollen and red. She looked silently at her mother's pale face and was silent for a long time.

"Cold screen...... Mrs. Zhang stretched out her arm flexibly, "How can I try to be energetic now?" I'm looking for something to eat. ”

Zhuo Lengping saw that his mother was cheering up, so he leaned over, forced a smile, and asked, "What do you want to eat?" ”

Mrs. Zhang thought about it for a long time, and originally wanted to say that she eats meat, after all, this is something that she has never eaten in her life; But she was afraid that her daughter would not have the money on her and would not be able to fulfill her wishes, which would make her feel guilty, so she said with a smile: "As usual, get up and eat some porridge to nourish your body!" ”

Leng Ping looked at his mother's eyes, and suddenly seemed to understand something, and his heart felt like he had been pricked by a needle.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Zhang asked.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay......" Zhuo Lengping came back to his senses and smiled at his mother, "I'll go find the shopkeeper to cook porridge!" ”

Zhuo Lengping still held his spirit, opened the door with tears in his eyes, and turned to go out.

"Shopkeeper, my mother has a good appetite today and wants to drink more porridge...... Spend more time on it. Zhuo Lengping took out five or six cents and handed them to the owner.

"The old man seems to be getting better," he said, as he weighed the copper coins, "it can't be...... Back to light, right? ”

Zhuo Lengping's body trembled suddenly.

"Oh......"

The shopkeeper also realized that he had lost his words, so he hurriedly said, "I'll go and ask the guy to make porridge, you wait a while!" Just wait a while! With that, he left the counter and hurried into the back room.

Zhuo Lengping moved his steps with difficulty and slowly walked to the door of the room. Her strong heart has suffered from these setbacks again and again, and has become fragile. She sat down tiredly, her face on her knees, and let out a hoarse cry.

She had tried her best to restrain her crying, but the desperate cry in her heart never stopped. She looked at the vast sky, the sun had lost its warm brilliance, and the day exuded the desolation of the night—everything seemed to be surrounded by a thick layer of shadows like a cocoon.

But she also had to cheer herself up and stay with her mother until the last moment. She understands that what is terrible is not after death, but the time when it struggles on the line of death: it is confused, dim, and there is no end in sight.

When the porridge was ready, Zhuo Lengping carefully walked into the house with the bowl and put it in front of his mother.

"My daughter, why are you crying again? What are you crying about! I don't ...... right now Is it good? Mother laughed.

Leng Ping wiped the face of the crying flower and gritted his teeth: "Yes!" That's right! Mother is so good! ”

As she spoke, she picked up the wooden spoon in the bowl and blew three times on the rising white air, and then brought the hot porridge to her mother's mouth.

Mrs. Zhang didn't hesitate, and drank it in one gulp.

"Slow down!" Leng Ping laughed from the bottom of his heart.

"It's okay! I'm in good health! The mother patted Leng Ping's hand.

Leng Ping's heart swelled up with sadness again, so he didn't dare to say anything more, and carefully fed his mother porridge.

"Daughter, I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry......" Mrs. Zhang touched her forehead, and gradually lost a little strength to speak.

Seeing this, Zhuo Lengping hurriedly put down the bowl: "What's wrong with you?" I don't think you're feeling well, or ......"

"Don't worry." Mrs. Zhang closed her eyes, and the smile on her face remained the same: "I just can't open my eyelids a little, and I don't feel very comfortable, as if I have phlegm in my throat, just sleep for a while, okay......"

She lowered her eyelids slightly, and although Zhuo Lengping wanted to persuade her to wake up, it was too late, and she had already closed her eyes heavily.

Leng Ping was stunned, and the air around him seemed to have stagnated at this moment. She didn't dare reach out to test her mother's snort for a long time, and could only hear her own heartbeat rattling dryly.

But she finally plucked up the courage and put her finger on the tip of her mother's nose.

Only the icy autumn wind blew through the fingers.

She showed no sadness, but lifted her heavy body, and looked out the window, and saw a white dove standing on the eaves, spreading its wings and flying into the ethereal clouds. It's like a carrier pigeon that brought something and never came back.

Zhuo Lengping's tense spirit relaxed, and at the same time, the only pillar in her heart also collapsed. She stood up, took a few steps, felt her body become lilt, and before she could react, she fell heavily to the ground, unconscious.

I don't know how long I lay on this ground before Leng Ping slowly opened his eyes and saw that he was still lying in this dilapidated house, and no one came around. She glanced at the sky, but it was only evening. I slept for a few hours.

She stood up, but her head suddenly 'buzzed', and she suddenly had a headache. But when she saw her mother's body, she had to pat her forehead, endure the pain, and walk to her mother step by step.

I had to bury my mother first and rest her soul. Leng Ping said in his heart.

She was indeed tired, but the warmth of her mother's remaining warmth still made her feel a sense of spiritual comfort, which was obviously more important.

She picked up her mother, took a firm step, pushed the door open, and walked out of the store.

"Shop, I still have nine cents left," Zhuo Lengping carried his mother with one hand, and directly untied his coat with the other hand and threw it on the counter. "Can you help me find a cart to transport things, push it."

The shopkeeper saw Mrs. Zhang lying on her body and not moving, her face was as white as painted with clay paint, and she looked at her in horror: "Your mother ......"

"My mother died of illness...... Zhuo Lengping said in a low tone, "Please also look at the deceased's sake......

Before the words fell, the shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hand: "Hurry up...... Get out! Dead people are unlucky in the store, you ...... Do you know? Get out! ”

"That ......"

"I'll take the money," the shopkeeper took the money with his hand, "I have the cart in my store, you just wait outside, and ask the guy to pick it up for you!" ”

After that, he did not dare to linger here for a moment, for fear of being contaminated with the dead man's yin qi, so he hurriedly turned around, lifted the curtain, ran into the inner room, and commanded a fellow, "Get a wooden cart for the girl, and she will push the dead!" ”

"Which one to take?" The guy asked.

The shopkeeper shook the money bag in his hand, "Just give her the unstable one that hasn't been used for a long time...... It doesn't matter if she's alive or dead, it has nothing to do with me. ”