Chapter 24 short story fog

Since the fog fell, everything around has grown long fluff, and it keeps jumping.I keep my eyes wide open all day, trying to see something, and it hurts like hell.The damn fog is everywhere, even in the bedrooms.They came pouring in like thick smoke.Occupies the space from morning till night, drenching the walls.It was barely bearable during the day, but especially at night.The quilt was saturated with water, became heavy and hard, and made a "squeak" sound, and shivered with the cold when I put my hands in it.The family flocked to the storage room, which was full of wet sacks.There is an electric stove in the corner, which is steaming hot.Mom locked the door as soon as she entered, and everyone huddled together to sweat until morning.

"I'm obsessed with yellows, they whet my appetite," my father said, floating in mid-air, with a huge Adam's Apple moving up and down, with a tuft of black hair growing from it.Hearing his hip joint "snap", the thin buttocks twisted and twisted and disappeared into the mist. There are five people in our family. We eat together and watch TV together every day. We are a harmonious family.When I opened the door that morning, I saw that the sun had turned light blue and was wrapped in a long down. It turned out that an unprecedented heavy fog fell at night.The family members suddenly lost their original shape and turned into some unpredictable shadows, and everyone became impatient, weird, and even frivolous.For example, my mother announced her departure from the second day when the fog fell.The reason, according to her, was an unbearable physical pain.After my mother left, my father's legs became two wooden sticks, and he pounded the concrete floor to make the sound of "duk, tuk, tuk" from morning till night, and he even whistled that popular song.The two older brothers went berserk, they rummaged through boxes, got under beds, and openly raised mice.They pretended to be secretive, for fear that others would know what they were doing, so they regarded me as a thorn in their side and yelled at me together, scaring me so much that I had to hide in the closet.It was stuffy inside the closet, and the smell of mothballs was really unpleasant. I heard them shouting wildly outside, breaking a lot of glass.I pity the two brothers, who suffer from severe hypochondriac and cannot walk in their twenties.In order to prevent them from getting into trouble, the father always tied the two brothers together with a rope, and the other end of the rope was tied around his waist, dragging them around on the ground.Now they have become uncharacteristically arrogant, but they are still terribly afraid in their hearts. They smashed the glass to make themselves feel at ease.

I've been looking for my mother, and I know she hasn't really gone away, she must be hiding somewhere around here.Because every night, when we were sweating in the pantry, we heard someone rush into the room and clean up the leftovers.That time, I rubbed my overfed belly, dragged my wet feet to the door of the house, and saw a faded bowknot hanging on the vine, like a gray mouse. "That was when you were a little girl and she tied it in your hair for you. It's a sad memory." Dad blinked one eye, and poked his wooden foot against the wall in a "dud-duk" manner.The sun was melted by the water vapor in the sky and became like a crescent moon.Someone hastily passed under the vines, trampling down the earthen steps.

"Mom?" I grabbed a soaked sleeve. "Find an egg. I fed two white hens and they were laying wild eggs. It dawned on me that I was lost in the woods. There was a cliff there, and the torrent was about to come down." She shook off I moved my arms in a daze, and hurried footsteps sounded all the way. The limbs inside the mother's clothes are soft and seem to be there.Who knows, maybe there is nothing inside the clothes?Maybe it wasn't her clothes that I grabbed?What she said is all things I have forgotten. She hasn't fed chickens for twenty years, so why bother?

The clothes must not be my mother. I remember that my mother is a very heavy and fat person who always sweats at night.If she hadn't shed the oil, she really didn't know what would have happened. "Your mother," said his father, whistling, "is digging earthworms over the hill! This is her paranoia. She has had this disease for more than twenty years. When she got married, she carefully treated her I'm hiding it. When the fog clears up, I plan to go on a trip and start a big career. I have many ideas for making big money in my mind, they are like chickens, and if they go on for a long time, maybe they will really come true Grow chicks."

He bent over, squatted and stood up behind the door, squatted and stood up again, his head could not be seen clearly. "dad?" "I'm doing the business of collecting bronze wares. This is also my wish for many years. Maybe a new starting point begins here. You? Hmph. How many times have I been ridiculed by you so much that I hide in the toilet and cry secretly. It's been the case for decades, and if I even hint at my talents and plans, you're going to be hysterical, you hypocrites." Mother fell under an old locust tree, her eyes rolled like porcelain.I ran over to help her light and thin body, and watched her face gradually turn blue.

"On the edge of the cliff hole, I found an egg, look." I was surprised to see her stretch out her thin, empty claws towards me, and my throat tightened. "I chase those flickering white shadows until my chest breaks from exhaustion." "This fog, it's completely blinding my eyes, I can't see you." "There are figures in the woods over there, can't you feel that?" "How can I feel that, that's impossible, my eyes are all ruined." I angrily pulled my arm back from her armpit, where it was as warm as under a chicken wing.In an instant, one of her ribs snapped.

"That's just a rib." Her blue face wrinkled and disappeared over the tree. Father finally left.He nailed it all night in the room, and nailed it into a huge wooden box in the early morning.He wanted to tie up the wooden boxes with brown ropes, but the horizontal and vertical ties were not always good.He was so angry that he smashed the wooden box with a hammer and shouted: "Where is my travel bag? Ah, thief! Prodigal! I have endured forty-five years...give me back my travel bag." !" He chased his brother, rushed outside, and never came back.Later, my brother told me that my father did not go on a trip. He lived in a dilapidated temple not far from home and made a living by picking up scraps of paper.He was very proud, and spent his days rasping on a brass pipe, and bragged to some women that he was a bachelor.Too frivolous.The elder brother ended his words angrily, while hiding a watch in his arms.The watch belonged to his mother, and he planned to sell it to a thrift store, and then buy wine to drink in the temple.He threatened outside that he planned to accompany his dear father for the rest of his life.

In the morning, I was woken up by the noise of crows and saw my mother looking for something along the base of the wall.She lay on the ground, her sallow face almost touching the dirt.She was struggling to identify, and her two hard eyeballs gently rubbed her eye sockets. "What the hell is going on with the white hen?" "I'm smelling a smell here, they happen in the dirt. I've been doing it all morning. If it wasn't for the fog...in every petal of the magnolia flower...and those fat silkworms When I woke up in the morning, I found that the egg was missing, the one I showed you. That's true, isn't it? I found it in the bushes next to the old locust tree. I remember a total of There are three white hens, one has a pockmarked neck with a ring so thin you can hardly see it; and two are pure white."

"Your father," she said again, "is a coat. At that time, he came to our house wearing a coat, and he didn't take it off even when he went to sleep. One night, I got up the courage to reach out and touch the coat. , and found that there was nothing in it. I didn't find out the truth of the matter until many years later." I was determined to tell her about the watch, and I struggled to tell, my mind blank.I can't make out, even a little, what I'm going to say.As soon as I spit it out, it condensed into some thin paste, which stuck to the skirt of my clothes.I keep using question marks, exclamation points, trying to exaggerate.But it was all over, and the mother had fallen asleep.When I shook her shoulders violently and asked aggressively, "Do you understand?", her blue face was covered with black worms.

A gray and white semicircle floated by the door, poking its head, it was a denser fog.