The enemy has a crush on me

He didn't notice it at first.

Until the time when the pills were eaten, the old man, who was half buried in the ground, could gradually see the appearance of his son through his cloudy eyes for many years. He grinned happily with his toothless mouth, and smiled brightly. His clumsy body did not need support for a long time. Walking a few steps closer, he tremblingly stretched out his loose-skinned hand to touch his weather-beaten face.

In disbelief, he let her touch her all over without blinking, thinking he had a dream.Seeing her sit down after touching, panting with exhaustion, he helped her back to the room, coaxed her to sleep, went back to the room and opened the drawer, counted the number, and understood.

Finally, I am very glad that I went to get the medicine.

His old mother has inconvenient legs and feet, and is blind. She feels that she is already a useless person who is a drag on her son. She dare not disturb him. She must be holding a glimmer of hope. I just found it.

"Not long after, the outsider said that he didn't have many Shengui pills left, and everyone in the village couldn't eat them. Everyone had to pay a 'price'."

"Actually, we understand that he is already a grateful and good person to have been able to eat free pills for so long. It's just that the price he charged was indeed too high...Although everyone complained, I bought it as soon as I gritted my teeth."

His family was not well-off in Longxia Village. Because his father died young, the medicine field that he originally occupied in Delong Mountain was taken by others. For many years, he relied on purchasing medicinal materials from the medicine farmers that his father knew back then. Then earn a meager price difference through sales.

When Shenkiwan was free, he went to get it three times one after another, because he was always a little apprehensive in his heart, but he was not greedy for too much. Seeing his mother getting better every day because of this, the weak fear of Shenkiwan in his heart gradually faded.When she was young, she was very restless and strong-tempered, but when she was old, she gradually became tired. After taking Shengui Wan for a few days, she started cleaning the house again, breaking corn, doing laundry and washing dishes... Every day must be busy from morning to night .

One day the drug seller came home from his stall, feeling a little depressed because of the bad business. When he walked in, he saw his mother patiently embroidering things.She should have finished her work for the day, thinking how about mending her son's worn-out clothes.She finds patching ugly, because she did a lot of needlework when she was young, and the common fancy patterns can be found easily.

Among the many embroidered patterns, bamboo is the only one she likes the most.

When she was young, she often said, son, you have to be like bamboo.

You have to be like bamboo, which cannot be blown by the wind, cannot be bent by the rain, and is green and tall, stronger than anyone else.

The medicine seller approached her—Cui Tingting stood on the coarse cloth clothes with half a bamboo.

The dew is quiet, and the smoke is green.

It's gorgeous.

When my father was still alive in the early years, my mother always loved to embroider bamboo in her spare time. When something was old and worn out, it was not good to look at. Embroidering bamboo in different shapes seemed like a new one.Later, my father passed away early, and my mother carried the whole family on her shoulders. She walked out early and returned late every day on a three-inch golden lotus.I don't know whether it's because of the great changes or the limited energy of being overworked, but the originally gentle and generous mother has become increasingly irritable.It is a child's nature to love to play, but every time she sees the drug seller who is fond of playing, she will pick up a stick and beat him up involuntarily, until the drug seller is beaten to pieces and wipes tears at him.

The drug seller once thought that when he grows up and earns money, he must take revenge for all the grievances and beatings he has suffered now.

But the mother didn't carry it for long, and before he even had time to grow up, his body collapsed.

After more than ten years, I saw my original mother again in a trance.

The drug seller counted the few Shengui pills left in the cabinet, dispelling the last trace of doubt in his heart, thinking of going to get some more tomorrow.

It was only the next day that he learned the news that Shinkimaru would be sold at a high price with belated awareness.

His family's savings are limited, and he can't even marry a wife. How can he have so much spare money to buy medicine?Even if you empty out your family, you can't buy much, can you?

The drug dealer is worried.

I was even more worried after my mother finally finished eating the last few Shengui pills at home.

On the first day when the drug was discontinued, there was nothing unusual about my mother, but her expression was a little cramped, and she twisted the corner of her clothes to show a hesitant expression. Seeing the drug seller avoiding her sight while eating, she swallowed saliva wisely, feeling a little disappointed I went to wash the dishes.

The drug seller felt a little guilty. He also wanted to make his mother better and better, but they didn't live in an ivory tower. There were so many helplessness in life that needed to be compromised, and this was just one of them.

A penny is hard for a hero, they will have to live after all.

Even though he thought so, the time for the drug seller to leave and close the stall was suddenly changed. He went out every day before the light was off, and he no longer stood in front of the spring with green mountains and green waters. He chose a place with a lot of people in the market and occupied it early. The location, the night was dark before staggering back home.

Seeing that he was staying at home day by day, his mother looked a little disappointed, and every time she welcomed him home, she went back to her room resentfully.He came home late, so naturally he wouldn't eat anymore, so his mother stopped cooking, leaving behind deserted pots and pans.

The drug seller felt more and more guilty, just thinking that if he could save enough money every day, maybe he could squeeze out some surplus to buy medicine for his mother.

A few days later, mother no longer waited for him to come home, and went back to the room early, with the door tightly closed.The pharmacist knew that the old man was inferior to the young and needed a lot of rest, so he walked lightly after returning home, deliberately not to wake her up.

Even though they lived under the same roof, they hadn't seen each other for several days.

The drug seller counted today's surplus and was very happy.He was so exhausted that he didn't even bother to take a shower, he threw the money into the drawer as he did a few days ago, and fell asleep.

He slept very deeply, until he was woken up by urinating after a long time, and he reluctantly opened his eyes after scolding his mother.Because of his exhaustion, he has had no dreams at night in recent days, and he sleeps until the early morning, so that he doesn't realize that the night in the village is different from the past at all.

Swish, swish, swish.

There was a sound that made people's bones numb and gave goosebumps, which had never been heard before.

The voice was so clear that it seemed so close at hand.

The drug seller turned his head to look at the dry and mottled wall.

——To be more specific, it was as close as if it was coming from the mother's room that was separated from him by the wall.

But there is no sound that humans can make, it clearly looks like some greedy animal, chewing mechanically uncontrollably, while spilling the residue on the ground.

He gently lifted the quilt, stepped out of bed on his feet, and stooped to the door of his mother's room.

What is he afraid of?

He didn't know either.

But he was so frightened that the hand that opened the door trembled a little.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the person inside the door suddenly raised his head.

The room was dark and damp, filled with a faint smell of decay, only two green eyes shot out of the darkness.

The owner of the line of sight has the look of a shady, peeking, greedy, numbing, mouse-like beast in the gutter, holding black medicine dregs in his hand, baring his teeth at him as if protecting food , his throat seemed to have turned into a hoarse bellows, growling lowly, and dregs of medicine hung on his shrinking/shrinking white gums.She was supposed to be giggling suddenly, because the nerves in her face were already numb, and even when she bared her teeth, the corners of her mouth were still raised/raised strangely, leaving saliva unconsciously, and she looked panicked, threatening, and crazy.

Her body has been so shriveled and thin that it seems that only her big, wrinkled head is left on top of the skeleton, curled up in the corner of the wall, turning the whole room into a huge, beast's den, even the real, fat Rats crawling over her body without even noticing it.

Swish, swish, swish.

My mother has always liked tidiness. Her body ages faster than ordinary people because of the losses she suffered when she was young, but even when her eyes are dim, her limbs are numb and her mind is dizzy, she still remembers combing her gray hair in front of the mirror every day.Even if she is old, she is still a decent old lady.

At this time, the room was in a mess, the floor was covered with stones, and on the stones were medicine residues, messy garbage, damaged furniture, tattered clothes, rotten food, and puddles of stinky water stains left by incontinence.Fat rats, praying mantises, and maggots crawled on the ground unscrupulously.

These days, she is immersed in such garbage dumps, and when she goes out of the room, she will act like an ordinary person. Once the door is locked, she will be closer to the rat ants than to her son.

The medicine seller took two steps back, and saw her lower her head again, licking/licking the medicine dregs between her fingers, closed the door, and walked back to her room.

"Fuck/His grandma's..."

He groped absently on the table for a long time, and didn't realize that he was looking for flint and steel until he touched it. He tapped the window several times, and because his hands were shaking too much, he saw only a few fleeting sparks, and he was angry. He had to slap himself before he finally lit the fire. He blocked the non-existent night wind with one hand, and lit the candle lamp with the torch in the other hand.

The candle wick was beeping and burning, and the drug seller watched the candle dim in the silent night, and finally closed his mouth, knowing that it should burn to the bottom part.

The candle is about to go out.

The drug seller thought so, wiped off his sweat, finally picked up the candle lamp, and opened the money drawer.

The drawers are made of wood, and after being used for many years, the skin has been worn smooth and rounded, showing a light oily sheen.There are simple and crude cloth bags lying here and there in all directions.

Each was empty except for the one I just threw in before bed.

"Grass."

When the oil finally ran out and the lamp dried up, the flame went out with a whoosh, and the night was darker than before the lamp was lit.He closed the drawer, put down the lamp holder, and thought of that girl, that scholar, and those paintings.So he slumped and sat on the ground, covered his face with his rough hands, and shed tears silently.

your mother / why.

Why.

What for you/mom/?

The next day, my mother still got up early, and was washing rice behind the door. When she saw him coming out, she smiled with a guilty conscience.

In fact, she couldn't do anything anymore, except that she was still sane—or she acted as if she was sober.The drug seller said I'm going out, opened the door, and started his day's work.

From that night on, he no longer put the silver taels where his mother could find them, but would put a Shengui pill in the drawer where the silver taels were originally placed every day, and then he could not sleep all night every rustling night.

"Later, there were fewer and fewer Shengui Pills, and it was almost said that there was no market for the price. Besides, many villagers with ordinary families were already struggling to buy Shengui Pills... Outsiders distributed many seeds, saying that they were the main medicine for Shengui Pills. It's called mochi, and the villagers planted it, and picked the mochi leaves to pay for the medicine. He said that his mochi was also brought from the mountain gate, and now there are very few left, and only Delong Mountain can grow it in such a big world. Mochi. Because of the hard work of refining medicine, a large basket of hemp can be worth one medicine."

Memories are too long, the drug seller picks and chooses to say something that is not very private, because he talks too long and his mouth becomes dry, he pauses for a while, takes out a bamboo tube to drink water, and when he puts it back into the bamboo tube, he sees the gap between words More and more mosquitoes and flies buzzing and hovering on the Shengui Pill gave a habitual click, stretched out their hands and waved them away, and skillfully folded the cloth over the pill.