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She was wearing a red floral pajamas. Sitting quietly on the sofa. The hair on the sideburns has turned gray. The exposed neck is deeply wrinkled.
See me walking past. There seemed to be a look of surprise on his face. The lips moved slightly.
approached. Just heard her voice.
"40 years ago" she said.
I put a cup of hot tea on the coffee table. The development of the epidemic is still being broadcast on television.
I don't know what it means for such a thing to happen at the beginning of 2020? All the people were shrouded in a layer of white terror. What I heard in my ears was just where did the virus spread?
Three days ago, when I went to the pharmacy to buy masks, I was told that they were all sold out.
All the arrangements during the holidays have come to naught. Continuous rainy weather has become the source of bad mood.
You don't have to go out. I think. Honestly stay at home. Watch all the TV series, movies, and variety shows you want to watch.
The more depressed, but longing for warm sunshine. Things often don't go as planned.
I have forgotten how long I have not seen the sun.
Facing such an old man. When she sat alone in front of me. A face full of wrinkles. It seems to have seen the past and present. She looks young. Or when she was a baby.
She talked about her dead husband.
"40 years ago, maybe 35 years ago Anyway, at that time." She thought seriously.
"He has a tumor in his mouth. We are all young. There are three children. The family is very poor. But if there is a disease, you can't die. Even if you sell the iron, you have to treat him. Oh I remember that the operation required It cost 250 yuan, and it was the attending physician from Nanjing. It was patched together. I borrowed it from relatives and friends."
I listened to her narration while drinking that cup of hot tea.
For fear of getting sick. Only then will it shrink into the turtle shell in fear like a tortoise. Drinking Banlangen, I ran like a madman to buy a mask. Maybe what we want is not the result. It's a process of hard work.
When I stand on the street where the heavy rain is falling. Never thought about holding an umbrella or thinking about sheltering from the rain.
I objectively deny some things. And eager to affirm it. I am the subject of contradiction.
She has told me this story many times.
She may have forgotten. Maybe it's just because of boredom.
Her husband died many years ago. She separated from her husband when she was 39 years old. Marriage is dangerous. But after her husband died, she began to miss him crazily.
The past has been washed away by the years, and the filth has been washed away, and the beauty has been precipitated.
She lived and became a belief. The continuation of the life of the deceased. Give love to the living.
"Then who knew the condition got worse again. Several operations were performed. The last time I went to Shanghai I went to Shanghai and never came back alive" She said, with tears in the corners of her eyes.
I don't know how to comfort her.
She spoke in a dialect that I struggled to understand.
By then I had been at home for four days.
On the second day of junior high school, when it rained, the leaves shook 1693 times, blew off 486 times, the birds called 167 times, and flew back and forth 196 times. There are 300 tiles in my toilet, 677 tiles on the floor, 37 tiles of glass, 1,065 tiles of wooden floor, 352,145 grains of rice, and 88 dogs barking. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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