Chapter 42 Chapter Forty-Two

Their victories have always inspired me, or to be more precise, encouraged my imagination. I seem to have seen thin figures passing by one by one on that misty morning, and the wormwood behind them was covered with wormwood, drowning them. Their footsteps, and figures.I don't know how the professor put this into his writings, but I know they are getting closer and closer to me, and I even smell their breath.One of the young voices separated from the crowd and slowly entered the body of the crippled cook sitting on a chair in the room.The hoarse voice passed through the throat of time and became so clear through the blur. After shaking the stumped leg, he said, you know, at that time, I was young, and we carried each other, Throw those damned guys into Xikou Gorge.I often sit by the window here and see them walking past on the thatch, and I have even seen myself.So young and desperate.The sounds then died away, and I heard the professor's borborygmus, which was not necessarily caused by hunger.Then the room was filled with his painful voice, the voice was so dull, like an engine broken in the stomach, jetting out suddenly, more like thunder from far to near, rolling through his body continuously .

It took a long time before the professor stopped the engine in his body, and he showed a very comfortable smile. And I had to stop writing.The night has begun and so has my work.That's the truth, usually when the night falls, I have more things to do and I have to stop what I'm doing.I must serve the professor well, if that day, he said, is over, when I get up and go home.The work at hand, the enthusiasm that was driven by my little hobbies, will disappear, that is to say, those words will also disappear, and they are worthless and nothing in front of the hustle and bustle.But I really don't want that to happen.The day the professor and I are here, my words will be solid, visible and palpable, and will not turn into smoke.Seeing that the current situation has not reached this point, the current state of the professor is exactly what I hoped. It seems a bit cruel to say this, but it is not always true. His sometimes lucid and sometimes dim state is also beneficial to him. .He can live in a corner, write books and talk about it.The chaos of society, the indifference of human feelings, etc., from the professor's sleep talk these days, we can know that there is also a crisis of marriage, which is also possible, maybe it is just my guess, and so on.My job is to take care of him, and for a little while, when I see the night mist falling on my brow, my scalp tingles, because I have to fetch water to wash his feet and wash him like a white bamboo shoot. feet in warm water.I even felt humiliated, but it was because I didn't understand the reason.Now I don't see it that way, I take off his socks and see the exposed veins on his feet, I even think it's a kind of glory.I couldn't help but rejoice, and hummed a song in my mouth.

The veins on his feet were exposed again, and his feet were like the light on his face.He rubbed and glides with the sound of water. I squatted like this, wiping his feet with the towel that was about to rot, and there was still a slight sound in his throat. I knew what he wanted to say, and every time he was too moved to speak. Putting the professor to bed, he smiled at me and said, go and do your work.After that, I started, and the matter at hand was warmed by my hands again.Occasionally, Painter Cen would come to our room to sit and talk for a while, and sometimes, he would bring the newly created paintings to share with us, but this was rare, because he said that there were very few natural-looking paintings. excellent work.In this way, we still looked at nearly five paintings, and were indeed deeply attracted by them.At that time, we always had a good chat and a lot of topics.The professor often lowered his eyelids when he listened. After the painter left, I always stripped his clothes off, and he slowly got into bed, snoring loudly.Only then did I really breathe a sigh of relief.