Mr. Fu's Redemption

After dinner, he helped to prepare firecrackers and other necessities, and he was busy all afternoon. At night, Fu Junzhuo went to the town to find a hotel to stay.

He really didn't want to live in his uncle's house.

Having enough food and drink, the whole family asks if they have a girlfriend, when will they get married, etc. The mood of being urged to marry is particularly bad, and now Fu Junzhuo prefers to stay alone quietly, If you can't talk, don't talk, so run as much as you can.

T City has developed well, which has driven T Town to develop well in recent years. It is said that T Town is a town, but in terms of size, it is about the same as a county-level city.

Taxis are running all over the street, and Fucun is a bit far from T Town. For the taxi driver, a trip is considered a big deal, so there is no need to worry about not being able to make it back tomorrow morning.

It's so cold.

Fu Junzhuo found a hotel and asked for a room. The lady proprietress held melon seeds in her mouth, took his ID card, and compared the ID photo with the real person over and over again, and finally said: "Are you sick? ?It’s so thin that you can’t see it, lad, eat more.”

"You young people like to lose weight, eat more, the skeleton is not good, you need some meat." The proprietress kowtowed melon seeds, glanced at him and continued, "My son is very strong, and he can eat a lot."

Too thin, eat more.

Fu Junzhuo was a little dazed when he heard the stranger's chanting all of a sudden. He paid the money, took the room card, said "thank you" in a low voice, then turned and walked towards the elevator.

Looking at the signboard and name from the outside, I feel that this hotel is not bad, but as soon as I walk to the elevator, the feeling changes immediately.The elevator is cramped and dark. When you step in, the air surrounding you is full of oppression, which makes you feel very uncomfortable.

Over the past two years, Fu Junzhuo has been struggling with psychological problems. Fu Junzhuo pays great attention to the environment he is in. He must not feel depressed, cannot convey any negative dark atmosphere to himself, and cannot let himself stay in a place where he can easily think wildly. He must be sunny Sufficient, enough space.

He was afraid of being in a very small space, which is why he insisted on renting a two-bedroom apartment with such a large balcony.

Now he was standing in the elevator, feeling bad and climbing up little by little. Fortunately, the room was on the third floor, and he would arrive soon.Fu Junzhuo escaped from the elevator and found his room.

Holding the room card and standing in front of the door, he was a little reluctant to go in - he didn't know what the room was like, if it also made people feel depressing, he really... didn't want to go in.

Fu Junzhuo frowned and swiped his room card.

Snapped--

Turning on the light, the expression on the hesitant person's face suddenly relaxed.

Surprisingly, although Fu Junzhuo didn't like the elevator, but the decoration style in the room is very good. It belongs to the simple and warm style. There are warm-colored wallpapers on the walls, and the lighting is also very warm. His face was even more gentle, which made a troubled person like Fu Junzhuo feel at ease in a second.

Small is small, but very warm.

It was 08:30 in the evening, it was still very early, Fu Junzhuo closed the door, put down his bag, turned on the air conditioner and went into the bathroom.

After a busy day, you need to take a hot bath to relax.

The person taking a bath has a very good body proportion, but he is too thin. It feels like his shoulder blades can pierce the clothes when he puts on the clothes; Create this feeling: hold the person's head and feet, fold them in half from the middle, and easily break them in two.

Fu Junzhuo also knew that he had lost too much weight, because after putting on the shower gel, he felt that his body was a little... cramped, how should I put it, it was the feeling that it was all bones when touched.

He looked down, and suddenly found to his horror that the ribs below his chest were clearly visible, which was very uncomfortable to look at.

This sudden discovery made him a little overwhelmed.

Before, it wasn't like this before.

In the past, he was young, had good physical strength, could jump, and could dance even the most powerful dances, but now, he can stop if he is asked to stand still and raise his legs high.

He always knew that his illness was terrible.Invisible and intangible, the devil who lives in the heart always tries to pull him into the abyss in the dead of night.

He can't eat well and sleep well. He never knows when he will lose control of his illness. He doesn't even dare to keep a fruit knife at home, for fear that one day he will lose control and suddenly go crazy.

Two full years, a history of degradation.

Therefore, can a person who is half-dead all day long gain weight? No.

Fu Junzhuo stepped out of the bathroom, dried his body, dried his hair in front of the mirror, put on his pajamas, and shivered and shivered into bed.

After a few minutes, the bed warmed up.

He doesn't want to move when it's cold, but he comes back to life when he's warm. Fu Junzhuo lay on the bed, habitually wanting to flip through the succulent breeding book by the bedside, but when he felt empty, he suddenly realized that he wasn't at home.He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, without the succulent, and he didn't know what to do after taking a bath.

Some people live wonderful lives, whether they are with others or by themselves, they can find some interesting things to do for themselves; while some people live very boring lives. If you really want to describe it, you can only eat, sleep and go to the toilet. Nothing else.

The boring Fu Junzhuo tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, so he simply took out his phone and looked at the meaty photos in the album.

Fu Junzhuo likes to take pictures of his succulents, with various angles, different lights, and close-ups, so the succulent photos in his mobile phone are all wallpapers, and he won't feel bored after looking at them for an hour.

So he really turned around for an hour, doing nothing else, just looking at the pictures of meat.Flipping and flipping, suddenly, a photo of a man was flipped out.The man smiled and looked at the camera dotingly.

Fu Junzhuo's heart stabbed and his hands trembled, and the phone slapped on his face, causing his nose to hurt a bit.

He pressed his nose and got into bed.

In the early morning of the next day, he got up with dark circles under his eyes, and after checking out of the room, Fu Junzhuo took a taxi back to Fu Village.

In Fu Village before dawn, there were no street lights, and everything was pitch-dark. The driver turned and turned around, and finally sent Fu Junzhuo to his uncle's house.

The uncle's house is brightly lit, compared with the whole quiet village, it can be regarded as a family coming and going.

Fu Junzhuo opened the door and entered the yard.

Seeing that Fu Junzhuo had arrived, his uncle brought a set of white clothes and a pair of white shoes for him to put on, remembering that it was another busy job, and then he walked with his uncle, aunt, and specially invited master, and Fu Junzhuo stood in front of his mother's grave.

A long time ago, my mother's monument was bought by my uncle. It was made of cement, and the workmanship was not good. It might be engraved with "Aimei". When he came back, he replaced his mother with a new monument.

Looking at the words on the tablet, Fu Junzhuo began to think about a question that has never been answered, what does mother mean?

He has never had any concept, has never heard his mother's voice, never seen his mother's picture, does not know what his mother looks like, and no one has ever told him what kind of person his mother is and what he has experienced .

So, he can only imagine.

When he was a child, he observed his cousin's mother, his aunt.

My aunt beats and scolds him, but hardly beats and scolds my cousin; my aunt also feeds my cousin delicious food and dresses him nicely.

At that time, in Fu Junzhuo's concept, his mother was probably the one who would eat delicious food for him, wear new clothes, and would not beat and scold him. If he had a mother, he would be as happy as his cousin. At night, my mother will hug herself to sleep and warm her feet.

If he had a mother, he would be able to do the homework assigned by the kindergarten teacher at that time, "go home and wash mother's feet once".

A lot of imagination is abstract.

Mom, just a person who gave him life and then left in a hurry - a person who has been with you for a long time leaves, from existence to nothing, you will feel helpless and sad; People have never owned it, and if they don't have it, they don't have it, and they don't feel like tearing their flesh.

numbness.

Moving graves is a very dull and depressing thing.

Standing in front of the tomb, listening to the invited master tell the deceased the reason for moving the tomb, watching the tomb being dug up bit by bit, everything is full of the breath of ashes and death.

According to the custom of Fu Village, moving graves and collecting bones must be done by blood relatives and children wearing red gloves.

The master told him many points to pay attention to, and Fu Junzhuo followed them step by step.

When he was a child, after being bullied, he would squat in front of his mother's grave and ask her when she would come back.

The coldness that his hand touched now made him suddenly realize that he will not come back, the gap between life and death cannot be crossed no matter what, and his eternal shortcoming in life is that he does not know what his mother looks like in this life.

I asked my uncle, but I didn't take any photos, I just told him that his mother was very beautiful.

How beautiful is it?

Fu Junzhuo suddenly remembered that when his mother gave birth to him, he was only in her early twenties, younger than her current self.

So young, it should be a very lively life when alive, right?Now it is a dry bone in my hand.

Suddenly, something bombarded his heart. After birth, during his lifetime, the closest he was to his mother was now—he was holding his mother's dry bones. Even though he was wearing gloves, he still felt cold and without warmth.

The sadness that had been owed for more than twenty years came back at this moment, Fu Junzhuo's nose was sore, it came too suddenly, and his throat was choked and hurt.

The master stopped: "Don't cry!"

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After Fu Junzhuo returned to City A, he received two text messages, one was: "You kid, what are you doing secretly putting away so much money at home? Uncle is not short of money, I'll keep it for you, and I'll give it to you when I come back next time."

Another one is: "Mr. Fu, I went out to buy something, and there is a bit of a traffic jam right now! I won't be there until [-]:[-]! I'm so sorry!"

He first replied a message to his uncle, thanking him for everything he had done for him, and then edited the text message, intending to reply to the children of the landlord's relatives.

"It's okay" has not been sent yet, and the child's text message came again.