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After staying in the hospital for more than half a month, Jin Bao had many dreams.

There was a dream where his mother, a short and thin woman who had worked hard all her life, smiled gently and called him by his nickname, his father was smoking dry tobacco, and the family of three spent time and time in that chicken farm. an ordinary day.

Maybe Jin Bao didn’t take the college entrance examination, and his family would still raise chickens in that place peacefully, cooking pots and pans all day long, frying and frying, and the smell of hot rice always lingers in the nose, like the repetition of all the market places in the world. Trivial, endless and hopeless, in the dreamland, dreaming a fruitful and unsatisfied dream...

There was a dream about the dead child, his face was blurry, and he asked him what his name should be called Jinbao in a childish voice, and Jinbao replied: Dad.The child called him Dad, and after a while clapped his hands and said that Dad would have children, and Dad was a monster.

Jin Bao thought about raising this child with Xu Bin, so he told him that he was adopted by two fathers from an orphanage, and a child should not care, and when he grows up, he will not care.If Xu Bin was still around at that time, it would be a good thing to become two old men with him.

There was a dream that made him saddest. In the dream, many people, father, mother, Xu Bin, and the child, all died at his feet. Xu Bin blinked a pair of dark green eyes and smiled brightly. He pulled Jin Bao The hand said, "I like you." He was shot to death, really dead, dead, his body was cold, and he would never wake up again.

Jin Bao woke up from the dream, and the liquid on the tip of his nose did not know whether it was tears or sweat.Getting out of bed and opening the door, the hospital corridor was empty, only the wind blowing and the window rattling, Xu Bin was sitting on the bench smoking a cigarette, he was surprised and pleasantly surprised, he threw the cigarette butt and ran over with his arms open, "Jin Bao! You Finally want to see me?"

Jin Bao closed the door.

There is also a dream, dreaming that the child has not left yet, he is staying safely in Jinbao's belly, and Jinbao can still feel his throbbing and heartbeat... This dream has been repeated many times, daytime or nighttime Yes, Jin Bao almost couldn't tell whether the urn was real or the throbbing in his stomach was real.

And, he felt nausea, the nausea that the fetus presses on the stomach.

Is the baby still in the womb?The death of the child was a dream he had, right?

There were still Jin Bao's clothes in the closet. Jin Bao felt in his pocket, and even found the bottle of vitamin C, which the doctor prescribed for him to stop vomiting.After he finished eating, he really felt much better from vomiting.

Xu Bin came in to see Jinbao half a month later, wearing a black windbreaker, carrying a bucket of lean meat porridge, and opened the lid to smell the tangy aroma of grains.Xu Bin filled the bowl and said with a bright smile, "Do you want to see me now?"

Jin Bao looked at him coldly, "I never want to see you again."

Xu Bin's smile froze on his face, and he said after a while, "Anyway, let's eat something first."

Jin Bao didn't speak.

"I'll leave after you finish eating." Xu Bin brought the porridge bowl close to Jin Bao's lips.

Jin Bao lowered his eyelids to take a look, and silently spit into the porridge bowl.

Xu Bin's face turned blue all of a sudden, and he let go of his hands, and a bowl of porridge fell directly on Jinbao's quilt, spilling a large piece.

"Jin Yuanbao, have you had enough trouble? I've already apologized to you. What the hell do you want from me!"

Jin Bao raised his eyelids and looked at him, "If you don't like me, just leave."

Xu Bin gave him a hard look, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Don't even think about it! I'm going to fix you for the rest of my life."

Jin Bao closed his eyes and took a few breaths, as if extremely tired: "Xu Bin, the two of us are not suitable."

"Bullshit! What kind of bullshit is suitable? I knew you said that I like you and I like you. Hurry up and heal your wounds and let's go home!"

Jin Bao didn't want to say anything anymore, he closed his eyes, sat on the head of the bed with his back bent and stiff, motionless.

He was thinner again, his collarbone was propped up jaggedly under the baggy clothes, he looked a bit fragile and stubborn.

Xu Bin went over to hug him, but his voice softened, "I know that your mother and child are dead and you are very sad, but you can't treat yourself like this. Isn't there a saying in China that the dead are gone, so what happens to the living?" , which means turning grief into strength, you have to live well!"

Facing this Xu Bin who doesn't know what family love is, Jin Bao was speechless when he heard his mouth revealing Jin Ma's life and death so lightly, he was really different from Xu Bin.Xu Bin must not know that Jin Bao has already designated him as an accessory to murder, and he still thinks that he and Jin Bao can live together as before.

What is Jin Bao going to tell him?What to tell him?Can you make sense?

After Xu Bin left, Jin Bao stood up and began to pack his things.

After taking off his hospital gown, he changed into the suit he wore when he came in the closet. After counting the few hundred dollars in his pocket, Jin Bao took the long-distance bus bound for Jin's Village with the urn of Jin's mother and child in his arms.

My hometown has changed a lot. The dirt road that used to be full of potholes has now become an asphalt road, which is very comfortable for my feet to step on.

Jin Bao held Jin Ma's urn, and went around their house first. Jin Bao sold the house to someone else the year he graduated from high school. The children of that family were playing around in the yard. Come over and say naively, "Who are you? Are you from the city?"

"No, I'm here. I know your name is Xiao Ning."

Xiao Ning blinked, "How do you know my name?"

Jin Bao smiled and said nothing, the hostess of that house came out to greet her, "Xiao Ning, who are you talking to!" When she saw Jin Bao, she froze for a moment, then saw the urn in Jin Bao's hand, and sat down on the ground Beating his chest and patting his thighs, crying and wiping away his tears.

"His aunt, how can you go away! What will Jinwazi do if you go away! Oh, you can't go away..."

"Auntie, don't cry, get up quickly." Jin Bao went to help her.

Country people are like this, their faces are full of joy and anger, their love and hatred are all in their words, when they cry, they cry, and when they laugh, they cover their stomachs and laugh, not so crooked.

"Auntie, I'll take my mother back to have a look."

The aunt wiped away her tears, "Look, look, I'm sorry for you, child."

Jinbao smiled, and took Jinma's urn to walk through the various rooms of the house. Jinbao's mother lived here for more than 20 years. Later, she brought Jinbao into the city and lived in various houses. Jin's mother always said that the houses in the city were built too high and there was no ground, and she was hoping that the family would have money to go back to their hometown and build a house.

That aunt must keep Jinbao at home for the night, tidy up the bed for Jinbao, take out the meat that the family is reluctant to eat and fry it for Jinbao at night. .

The news in the small village is also well-informed, which family's girl and boy come home, and which family has a guest, it will spread throughout the village within a short time.

When Chen Fugui heard that Jinbao was back, he rushed to his aunt's house in a hurry, knelt down at the door, and kowtowed three times, "Auntie! Fugui is here to see you!"

Jin Bao helped him up and called him brother.

Chen Fugui wiped his tears, "How did Auntie die? Why did it happen so suddenly!"

Jin Bao carefully held the urn, lowered his eyelids, "It's... a sudden cerebral hemorrhage."

The author has something to say: the third watch is gone, and the lazy man is procrastinating. At the last moment, the third watch flies, and the two watches are sent up to make up the number. The lazy man passes by. . .

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