Chapter 19 Yellow leaves falling in the autumn wind (3)

It was another rainy night.Lu Ruoqin lay on the kang and couldn't sleep.My brother used to say that the main feature of this mountain area is drought, and that rain is more valuable than oil, but this annoying rain has been falling intermittently for thirteen days without stopping. The rainy night is so quiet that it makes people feel desolate and lonely.The rainy night was so chaotic again, it was so chaotic that it made people feel a little uneasy. She couldn't sleep at all.So I closed my eyes and tried to think about other things: the scorching sun, the colorful flowers, the green lawn of the lake; A flock of gray and white pigeons... She wanted to use hallucinations to disable her ears, stop listening to the sound of the autumn rain beating the ground outside the window, so that she could fall asleep in a daze.

But can't.The ears were teasing her mischievously, pulling her nerves back so that she could concentrate on listening to the various wonderful sounds of raindrops outside.The sound of the raindrops was like the sound of a seductive devil, tightly grasping her hearing and attention.She simply fights poison with fire, and simply uses an attitude of appreciation to feel the sound of wind and rain that she hates.She imagined it as one of those bewitching serenades, or vast, layered symphonies, an attempt to fall asleep in this "intoxication." But she still couldn't sleep with her eyes wide open.

"Well, maybe the rain can't be blamed..." she thought. She got up from the small kang, fumbled to light the kerosene lamp on the top of the kang, and picked up a high school chemistry textbook.She didn't look into anything.The ears can't help but listen to the movement outside.Damn ears!Suddenly there was a sound of pattering footsteps in the yard. he!He is back!There was a knock on the door next door.It's him.Old Gao.There was another knock on the door.After the knock on the door, there was a long silence. Lu Ruoqin listened quietly.She waited anxiously for the "squeak".

The voice finally did not come.What Lu Ruoqin heard was the beating sound of the blood vessels in her temples "chug".There was another knock on the door.There was still a long silence.Damn woman!She is playing dead!Alas, poor old Gao must be drenched and standing outside his door dejectedly, unable to enter the house, after running around teaching the dolls all day.Lu Ruoqin never thought that a woman would be so cruel.She had heard people say that Liying was a little dissatisfied with her husband, but generally speaking, she was able to get along.The ghost knows why she has become more and more disrespectful to Lao Gao recently.What can Liying do?Apart from having a good-looking face, what other capital is there to show off? "Dong dong dong!" The knock on the door rang again.The hungry and cold man used a little force this time—perhaps pounding on the door panel with his fist.

"Which son of a bitch?" Liying said in the kiln. "Open... the door..." His teeth must be clenched. "You still know how to come back?" "Open...the door!" "I have a headache! I can't get off the kang!" "Okay... open the door... my foot... broke..." Lu Ruoqin has been sitting nervously on the kang listening to the movement next to her.When she heard Gao Guanghou's sad words just now, she couldn't help shivering. The door finally did not open.A heavy sigh was heard outside, like that of a plowing ox being whipped.Then there was the sound of pattering footsteps.Every foot seemed to step on Lu Ruoqin's heart.He probably left his front door.The footsteps ceased.Poor man!Where will you go for shelter in this dark rainy night?Lu Ruoqin sat on the Kang in a daze.A sense of justice rose up in her chest like a tide.Anger towards Liying and sympathy for Lao Gao made her nose and mouth steam hot.She didn't care about anything anymore, put on her clothes in twos and threes, jumped off the kang, took out the flashlight from beside the pillow, opened the door in a hurry, and came to the yard.

The cold wind and rain hit her face, and she shivered all over. It was pitch black outside.She used a flashlight to shine one by one from the yard. Saw.Poor man, he is hugging his head and squatting under the old pagoda tree by the courtyard, like a lifeless object, letting the wind and rain blow. The flashlight made him turn his head in horror. She walked up to him and said, "Come to my kiln to warm up first, it's raining so hard outside..." He hesitated for a while, then stood up with difficulty, followed her into the kiln limping without saying a word .The light immediately revealed a pale face.He glanced at Lu Ruoqin embarrassingly, sighed, and sat on the stool by the table, rubbing his rough hands together a little awkwardly.Lu Ruoqin quickly made him a cup of hot malted milk, added two tablespoons of white sugar, then took out another bag of cakes, put them in front of him, and said, "Eat a little first..."

Gao Guanghou looked at the food and shook his head slightly.This is not a rejection, but a painful gratitude.He quickly lowered his head, and took two bites of a piece of cake; desperately blowing on the hot malted milk, his lips moved quickly on the edge of the glass. Lu Ruoqin took the opportunity to quickly glance at his feet, and found that the injury was on his left foot, and the blood had stained the socks red.She went over and took out gauze and some white powder from the drawer, poured another basin of hot water, and said, "You bandage it up later, be careful of infection. How did you break it?"

Gao Guanghou raised his head and looked at her in surprise, as if to say: How do you know that my foot is broken? "I fell down," he said simply. After he finished eating, he looked at the pot of hot water on the ground and at his dirty feet, and said embarrassingly, "I won't wash it anymore." He took off his shoes and socks, and bandaged them casually. "Why did you come back so late?" Lu Ruoqin asked him. "The sixth child in Sheke Village has a high fever. His father has gone out to do woodwork. There is no one at home. I went to the city to buy medicine for him."

Lu Ruoqin wanted to make malted milk for him again, but he waved his hand and refused, and quickly stood up, ready to get up. "Let me call the door for you!" she said suddenly and bravely. He hesitated for a moment, with a shameful expression on his face, and said, "No. I have a knife with me, so I can push the latch..." When he was going out, he turned his head and smiled kindly at her—a kind of gratitude that was deeper than words.