Left ear (23)

  Left ear (23)

  After opening the door, I was stunned.

  My brother-in-law was sitting in the car, he didn't get out of the car, but instead drove away with a whoosh. Standing at the door was a beautiful woman carrying a large bag. Before she called me, I almost didn't recognize her. She really hadn't aged at all, and even looked younger and more elegant than the one in my memory.

  "I came once and knocked on the door for half a day, you didn't open it, I thought you weren't at home."

  "I'm sleeping," I said.

  "What? Not welcome me in?"

  "Whatever," I stepped aside, "this is your home, it's not like I have a say in whether you're welcome or not."

  She smiled, carrying her luggage in, looking around and saying: "Everything here is still the same, it's just that you've grown up, and become more beautiful."

  "You're too polite." I said sarcastically.

  "I came especially to pick you up. Your dad and I have arranged everything over there, your school has also been found, by the way, how's your English now?"

  "I'd say one sentence," I fell onto the broken sofa in the living room, patted the armrest and shouted in a singing tone, "FUCK YOU!"

  I don't know if it's because of my inaccurate pronunciation or she had already made sufficient mental preparation. Looking at her, she didn't seem angry.

  The door was pushed open at this moment. The old woman held the key in her hand and cursed, "What's the door opening here for? How can a little thief get in?"

  As she raised her eyes, she saw her.

  The old woman was taken aback at first, then suddenly picked up a broom from behind the door and pointed it straight at her, saying: "Get out of here, get out! You said you wouldn't come back, so never appear in front of me again!"

  She said gently: "Don't be angry, I'll take it and leave."

  "I'm going nowhere!" I jumped up quickly from the sofa and went back to my own room, slamming the door shut.

  "Ba la," she walked to the door and knocked on it, "Open the door, Mom has something to say to you!"

  "Are you leaving or not? If you don't leave, I'll call the police!"

  I flung the door open: "Enough, are you embarrassed or not? Looking for police is nothing, if you have the ability to call in the Flying Tigers and the Federal Agents, let Phoenix TV broadcast it live, that's what I call awesome!"

  The old lady was so angry with me that she couldn't say a word, her face turned red and her neck thickened. My mom stretched out her hand and pulled me away, saying: "Let's go outside to talk!"

  "I'm not going!" I shook her off. She took a step forward, grasped my palm again and touched my forehead, saying in surprise: "You have a fever?"

  I turned away.

  The old woman whispered on the side: "Nerves are almost burned!"

  "She's really burning up! How can she be at home with a fever and you don't even care!" My mom dragged me over, saying loudly, "Hurry up, I'm taking you to the hospital."

  "Leave me alone!" I struggled free from her and stumbled towards the bed in the room, I thought I was having another fever, and it was particularly severe, I didn't want to go anywhere, as soon as I fell onto the bed, all I wanted to do was sleep, the deeper the better, even if it meant never waking up again.

  When I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital. Everything around me was white: the white walls, the white sheets, and the nurse's white uniform as she hung an IV drip for me.

  She sat beside me with a solemn expression.

  I turned my head over.

  "Hey," she reached out her hand to turn my face around, and I saw her eyes, which were big and clear, not at all like those of someone entering middle age. My mind wandered, wondering if I would still be beautiful when I reached her age. Sadly, I thought, of course, I wouldn't live to see that day.

  It's too tiring to live on, I won't be able to live for long.

  She looked at me, tears streaming down her face, wetting my white sheet. I heard her say in a weak voice: "I know you've suffered a lot, Mom doesn't blame you for doing wrong things. Let's get rid of the child, I'll take you away from here, and we'll never come back again."

  After she finished speaking, she leaned down and hugged me. I knew that she didn't want others to see her surging tears.

  I struggled to control the turmoil in my heart, expressionless.

  I stayed in the hospital for three days, and they said that after I felt a bit better, they would perform an abortion on me. On the third evening, when she went to the supermarket, I snuck out of the hospital. The hospital food was unbearable, as if it always had a medicinal taste. As soon as I left the hospital, I rushed to the ramen shop next to Tianzhong and pushed open the door, saying to the owner's wife like someone who had been imprisoned for ten years and never had enough to eat: "Two bowls of noodles!"

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