Chapter 3 second quarter

She decided to take me to Chengdu.In the taxi, she always asked me some inappropriate questions, such as am I left-handed, do I like to eat braised pork, do I grind my teeth at night, do I suddenly become tailwind when walking... …I shook my head in response. She seemed a little angry, she pouted and looked at me and said, "Ma Zhuo, can you answer my question with your voice?" "Then you ask something meaningful." I said. She was taken aback, smiled, and then patted me on the shoulder heavily: "You really have my style!" She didn't know that my heart was undergoing a fierce struggle.go, not go?Even if she never showed up, leaving is not something I never thought about.To be honest, I hate the present day, following her seems to be God's arrangement, how can I defy it?

So I stood contentedly in the dirty and narrow ticket office of the long-distance station, waiting for her to buy a ticket, but we missed the last train to Chengdu that night, and she took me to take a taxi to the airport. I found a small hotel in the west of the city and took me to stay.We didn't have any luggage, so she went to a nearby supermarket to buy a bag of daily necessities, asked the waiter for boiled water, and made instant noodles for me. She took off the long skirt that got in the way, kicked off her shoes, and sat on the edge of the bed with me to eat noodles.While eating, he asked me, "Ma Zhuo, am I the same as you imagined?"

I foolishly shook my head. "Is it more beautiful? Hehe." She looked at me very smugly. This time I nodded honestly. She laughed again, her smile was really presumptuous, her mouth was wide open, her eyes were so bent that she couldn't bend any more, like a little girl in a Japanese cartoon.I was a little dazed watching, she must be hungry, snorted and drank half a bowl of noodle soup, and then said: "You better pray that your uncle will never find you, otherwise, he will definitely kill us." "Why did my dad die?" I asked her. She looked at me and said in disbelief, "Didn't they tell you?"

I shake my head. "It was an accident." She said, "Your father's life is bad, that's all I can say." "But why did my uncle kill us?" She drank the last bit of noodle soup, threw the noodle bowl aside, stretched her arms in the air, yawned big, and said, "I'm sleepy, we should go to bed, and we have to catch the earliest train back to Chengdu tomorrow." Seeing that she didn't want to talk, I didn't ask any more questions. The hotel room was small and the quilt was damp.The lingering smell of instant noodles in the room all night made me want to throw up.We used to sleep in a small bed each, but when I was about to fall asleep, she suddenly said to me: "Are you cold, do you want to come over?"

I shook my head in the dark.I had no idea why I was shaking my head.In fact, I have dreamed of her embrace more than once, like cotton wool, like clouds, like a shallow lake, in the dream, it carries me and makes a sweet snoring sound.I don't know how much I crave that feeling.However, I just shook my head firmly.During my tortuous and tortuous years of growing up, I was often a person who went against my will. I always disagreed, sometimes just because of an inexplicable stubbornness, or even doing nothing, I would go my own way in front of many things. Since childhood, it has projected my future.

However, she must have missed that shaking of the head.Seeing that I was silent, she touched my bed by herself, hugged me gently from behind and said, "When you were young, you liked to sleep next to me." I turned my back to her, biting the wet quilt at the corner of my mouth, tears streaming down silently. "Don't blame me." She murmured and hugged me tightly, as if she was going to fall asleep soon.Her fingers were on my chest, very thin fingers.And her thin body is cold, as if there is no heat.This strange woman, she is my mother.She was unlike any of my classmates' mothers, she was too young, too beautiful, too impractical.I was not used to her tenderness, but I didn't push her away in the end. I finally fell asleep in the middle of the night with complicated emotions, but I was awakened by a nightmare soon. I dreamed that my uncle picked up a kitchen knife and cut it from her shoulder. With one slash, blood burst out of her body like hot lava.She was still smiling, with bright red lips and a charming smile.

When I woke up, I found that I was sweating profusely, as if I was about to collapse due to a serious illness. Life is changing too fast for me at a young age to accept it.Maybe I should go back to my honest life, so that I can be permanently safe. She no longer hugs me, but still faces me, but sleeps so deeply that I can only tell from her even breathing.When the sky was twilight, I was still staring at her beautiful face. I thought I must not forget this face. No matter how long it has passed, no matter whether we can be together in the future, I must remember it and never forget it. She has been sleeping and did not notice my gaze.

I finally made up my mind, got up from the bed, put on my shoes and my coat.I opened her wallet beside her pillow, and found that there was a lot of money in it, but I only took a ten-yuan bill, walked to the door, and gently opened the door.Just when I was about to go out, I heard her call me: "Ma Zhuo!" I turned around in panic and found that she had sat up from the bed, and her long hair was a little messy, blocking one of her eyes.But I clearly read the sadness in her eyes. The moment I slammed the door shut, there may have been nostalgia for a tenth of a second, but I have no time to distinguish whether this kind of nostalgia can make me turn back.

I finally left her behind.Like she left me without nostalgia. I held the ten yuan in my hand and ran away. The west of the city is a little far from my home. I hailed a taxi by the side of the road. The driver saw that I was a child and refused to take me. I pointed at him the ten yuan in my hand, and he nodded and let me get in the car.As soon as I got in the car, I hurriedly turned my head to look at the rear window—in fact, I hoped that she would be able to chase her out, whether I could chase her or not, whether I was willing to turn around or not.At least let me see her expression, a disappointed expression, better than me running away in embarrassment and alone like a thief.

I even feel that as long as I can look at her with a disappointed expression, I will have a kind of happiness.Although I don't understand revenge, I still feel as if I have won it back, no matter whether the win brings me joy or melancholy. But the truth is, she didn't chase it out.I have been struggling to look back, longing for her to show her face, but only the early morning rain that floated timidly once again responded to my expectation.I know, not chasing, only means more disappointment.I must have let her down so badly, I'm so sorry for her, as much as she's always been for me.

When I got home, grandma was washing clothes in the yard. She seemed to know that I was coming back, and said to me without raising her head: "There are porridge and buns on the table. You can go to school after eating." Uncle came out from the back room, saw me, without saying a word, picked up a bamboo stick leaning on the side of the yard, and hit me head and face.I covered my head with my hands and wanted to escape, but I couldn't escape at all. Seeing that he was about to hit me on the head with a stick, I shouted to the door in a hurry: "Mom!" He turned his head and looked, and I had already run to grandma. Grandma protected me and said to him: "It's none of your business, you go to your class." My uncle pointed at me viciously with a stick and said, "If you run away with her again, you will never come back to this house. This is not a shelter. Come and leave whenever you want!" I nod. "Where is the woman surnamed Lin hiding now?" "She has returned to Chengdu." I said. "Fortunate for her!" Uncle threw the bamboo stick to the ground and went out angrily. I ran to school with my schoolbag on my back before I had a bite of food, but I was still late for school that day.I was sitting next to the wall, and my deskmate Zhou Dianming was sitting there, but he refused to let me sit.I maintained my politeness and said to him: "Please let me go." He acted like he didn't hear. I said again: "Please let me go." He still ignores me. My schoolbag hit him on the head all at once. He covered his head and screamed. The head teacher who was writing on the blackboard turned around and said, "Zhou Dianming, what's the matter with you?" "The hornet's nest hit me with a schoolbag!" Zhou Dianming said aggrieved loudly. Hornet's Nest is my nickname. I hate people calling me this nickname, so my schoolbag hit him on the head again. The whole class was in an uproar. "Ma Zhuo!" said the teacher in charge, "You are being late?! Stand at the end of the classroom for me!" I stood at the back of the classroom for two full classes, and my feet were sore. No one asked me to go back to sit, and no one sympathized with me.But I don't allow myself to shed tears, I just stand there, and I won't kill anyone if I stand still.I was not allowed to sit back in my seat until the math teacher came to class. "A child without a mother is not educated!" I heard the class teacher say to the math teacher. I still didn't cry.Why am I crying? Of course I won't cry. Who will cry for, who will feel distressed? I usually don't go home at noon, and I can be a partner at school for two yuan a day.But that day I decided to go home. After tossing all night and standing for another morning, I really couldn't eat, so I just wanted to go home and take a nap.But when I first stepped into the house, I found that something was wrong, the door was locked, and grandma didn't know where she went.So I went around the back and climbed in through the kitchen window.When I was about to find something to eat in the kitchen, I suddenly heard movement in my uncle's room. He was at home at this time! Something must have happened. I touched my uncle's door and heard him asking, "Where did you get my brother's 50,000 yuan?" There is no sound. "Six years have passed, and you've paid off your capital with interest, plus my brother's life, and you've paid back a hundred thousand, isn't it too much?" Still no sound. "If you don't give it, I'll go to Chengdu and ask for it from your Hong Kong husband. I heard that he is very rich, and I don't think it's worth a hundred and eighty thousand. Are you right?" Still no answer from anyone. "If you agree, nod your head, and if you don't agree, shake your head." The uncle said, "I can give you consideration at five o'clock in the afternoon, before Ma Zhuo leaves school, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude! Think carefully, I am playing cards outside waiting for you." Hearing this, I quickly hid behind the kitchen door. After a while, through the crack of the door, I saw my uncle and three young men come out of his room, set up a mahjong table in the living room, and really started playing cards. One of them asked the uncle, "This woman is very fierce. If you really don't pay me, what are you going to do?" "Kill her." The uncle said through gritted teeth. I was inexplicably terrified. "Your mother knows, right?" "Don't worry, my mother was dismissed by me, and she won't come back until evening." The uncle said, "I don't believe she can survive until then if she doesn't eat, drink or go to the toilet. Let's fight twice and then go in." She agreed to everything! My brother's life, I feel panic when I think about it all these years, this time she insists on sending it to my door, it's bad luck for her!" No matter how stupid I am, I have already guessed who is inside.She must have come back to look for me, so she was locked up by my uncle, my God, what should I do? I hid behind the door, my mind spinning rapidly: If they have been playing mahjong in the house, there is no way for me to go in and save her.If I call the police?God, how should I call the police?Will my uncle be arrested, and will grandma be implicated? I'm just a nine-year-old kid, and with my limited IQ and experience, I really can't figure out these questions. But I must save her, there is no doubt about it.