Chapter 6 Section five

It is also raining in Chengdu. But the rain here is different from that in Ya'an.The rain in Ya'an is like a gauze that seems to have nothing, light and thin, as if there has never been a sound.It started without a sound, and stopped without a sound.However, the rain in Chengdu has a particularly strong force, one by one solidly, slamming on the glass, and sometimes, there will be earth-shattering noises for a while.I got up from the floor, raised a corner of the curtains, looked at the big drops of water sticking to the window, looked at my own blurred face reflected on the glass, the rain reminded me of something, and I felt flustered so that you may suffocate at any time.

I think of Ya'an, and I also think of grandma.At the age of nine, I still can't understand the feeling of longing very well. I just suddenly feel uneasy, and my heart beats faster and slower. Maybe I stared at the rain for too long, and I had a hallucination in front of my eyes. It was grandma. , she wore a double-breasted black cotton jacket, reached out to pull me, and said, "Ma Zhuo, it's going to rain, come here." I took a step back and pressed my closed eyes with my hands until it hurt. After a while, I finally came back to my senses.Walking to the bed, looking at her sleeping face in the insufficient light of dusk.There was no expression on her face, nor did she snort. I approached and saw her slightly trembling eyelids.Oh thank goodness she's still alive.

I can't remember how long I've been in this house.Maybe three days, maybe five days, maybe longer.The small room is still full of wine and has not been tidied up, so I can only temporarily sleep in the same room and bed with her.Only the food delivery person comes every day, and the rest of the time, it's me and her.The takeaway was ordered for me to eat, and she ate very little herself. Sometimes she asked me to pour her a glass of milk, and sometimes she lay there chewing a biscuit or two.Most of the time, she was frowning, her face and lips were pale, and she lay there without saying a word.

I guess she must be in pain, but I dare not ask her, I am afraid that if I ask, she will be impatient.Look, I have always been such a careful child, so careful that I even feel sorry for myself. When I didn't have my mother, I had imagined countless times what it would be like to live with her one day.Will she let me sleep in her arms?Will her hair smell nice?Maybe I will slowly be inseparable from her hair fragrance, crying and crying and sleeping with her every day.She will depend on me, everything depends on me. In that damp little hotel, I forgot to smell her hair, and I never had the chance again.Reality always smashes fantasy without leaving any room. Fortunately, at the age of nine, I don't understand the truth of it, so it doesn't have to be so painful.

"Ma Zhuo?" She suddenly opened her eyes, looked at me and asked, "What's wrong with you, are you hungry?" I shake my head. "I'm getting better soon." She smiled, tried her best to support her body and got up and said, "Oh, by the way, can you go shopping, go to the supermarket downstairs and buy some eggs for me, okay? I kind of want to eat poached eggs Woolen cloth." I nod. She reached out and opened the drawer above the bedside table.I saw that there was a thick wad of money in it. I had never seen such a large amount of money.She took out a piece of one hundred yuan and handed it to me, saying: "If you want to eat something else, buy it yourself. Go downstairs and turn left, and there is a supermarket before the entrance of the community. You don't need to close the door, just take it lightly." , I am too lazy to get up and open the door for you."

Why did she put all the money in a drawer, and that drawer was unlocked?I remember that my grandma put such a hundred dollars in a small locked iron cabinet, hid it in a shoe box, and put it in the deepest part of the closet together with the shoe box. She's rich, it's true. "Okay." I answered her, stood up, grabbed the money and went out.As soon as I opened the door, I saw a little girl about my age standing at the opposite door. Her skin was pale, and she looked me up and down.She holds a colorful ice cream in one hand, one hand behind her back, she wears a green dress, green sandals, and rose red nail polish on her feet, I don't like that color at all.

I avoided her gaze and went downstairs. "Hello!" she called after me. "Hey, you forgot to lock the door." I looked back at her: "No need to lock it, I'll come up right away." "The thief is very good recently." She swallowed a big mouthful of ice cream and said to me inarticulately, "Who are you from Lin Guoguo? You really look like her!" I have run downstairs quickly. It took me some time to find the supermarket, and it took some time for the people in the supermarket to weigh the eggs for me.Ten minutes later, I returned to the door of the house with two catties of eggs, only to find that the door had been closed.The ice cream in the hands of the green skirt was gone, but there was still a large puddle of cream stains on her lips.She stood at the door of my house with her hands behind her back, shaking her braids and said to me, "The wind blew the door up, haha. I didn't have time to block it."

"Oh." I said. "What's your name?" She asked me, licking her lips. "Ma Zhuo." I answered her while knocking on the door. "My name is Lan Tu." She tiptoed to look into the cat's eyes and said, "Are you sure someone is at home? Lin Guoguo is usually not at home at this time. You don't have a key, why don't you come and sit at my house. Lin Guoguo is very ripe, so she comes to my house to eat and drink when she has nothing to eat." I have grown up so much, and I have never seen a girl who talks so much.Honestly, it's annoying.

I ignored her and just kept knocking on the door. Still no one came to open it. Of course she must be at home, and I suddenly felt very strange.The uneasiness in my heart increased, so I could only use my hands and feet to beat the door vigorously. Just then, a man's voice sounded behind me: "What's wrong?" I looked back, that was the first time I saw Anan.A short man with a gentle smile. I don't know if I should use the word gentle. He is holding a big thermos bucket in his left hand, as if visiting a patient in a hospital.The moment I saw him, I suddenly thought of my old principal.In the first grade, he taught us Chinese.But when I was in the second grade, he died.I remember, once he gave me a candy.Because I got 100 points in the test, and I was the only one in the class with 100 points, he told me that it was foreign sugar and it was not easy to buy.When his funeral procession was about to pass by my door, I pushed the sugar that had long since melted away. The sugar juice flowed out of my hand, and I licked my fingers to eat the sugar.When the paper money fell on the stone road in front of my house, I hid in the house and cried.

I couldn't help crying.That's because the old principal was so kind to me. In Ya'an, besides grandma, he was the only one who was kind to me.When I think of this, my nose becomes sore, and my eyes become dazed when I look at him. "Is no one home?" His voice brought me back to reality. "Lin Guoguo is not at home, she forgot to bring the key, and the wind blew the door up. This is her guest, so I can't enter the house." I still didn't speak, and the answer to the question was still the talkative green skirt, what is her name? Come on, blueprint? What a weird name.

"Who are you?" The man leaned down and asked me. "She's at home." I answered irrelevantly. "She was there when I went out to buy eggs ten minutes ago." "Really?" The man frowned, stepped forward and knocked on the door, several minutes passed, but still no one opened the door. "Ling Guoguo must be asleep. Once she falls asleep, she will be like a dead pig. She won't be able to wake up. Otherwise," Lantu rolled her eyes and said, "you can turn over from the balcony of my house. This is the second floor. Don't be afraid. " After finishing speaking, she turned around, gestured forward like a general, and led the man into her home. I stood at the door and waited. Soon, the door was opened, and it was the man who opened the door just now. He stretched out a hand and pulled me into the room like a chicken.I broke free from his hand and rushed into the bedroom.She lay there, pale, as if passed out.I heard the man talking to Lantu outside: "It's okay, you go back to your home first." The gate is closed. I looked at her lying there nervously, feeling that my legs were so weak that I couldn’t stand upright. At this moment, I only thought about one question: If something happened to her, how should I live.The man quickly walked into the room, walked up to her, looked at the wound on her hand, touched her forehead, and said to me, "I have to take her to the hospital." "Okay." I said. "Who are you?" he asked me a second time. "Ma Zhuo." I replied. He tried to carry her on his back, and I walked over to put on the short stockings that had faded to her ankles.But just as he put her on his back, she suddenly woke up, opened her eyes, and cried out weakly: "I want to drink water." Then she fell from his back onto the bed again. I ran to the kitchen to pour water for her.After a few days, I already knew how to use that thing called a water dispenser, but because the hot water was not turned on, it took me a long time to get a cup of warm water. When I rushed back to her room, she was already half lying in the man's arms. Here, I heard her saying to him: "Anan, this is my daughter, is she beautiful or am I beautiful?" She still had the mood to ask such a question. The man named Anan looked at me seriously, and then answered her seriously: "They are all beautiful." Then, he took my water glass and fed her slowly and attentively. After drinking a sip of water, she seemed to have regained her strength all of a sudden, and her complexion was much better. "My daughter." She stretched out a finger to her lips, "Anan, don't tell anyone." I backed out. She was willing to tell him the truth, and she was willing.So, who is this Anan? Suddenly, I thought about the poached eggs she said.I think I should make her poached eggs.I try to recall the steps my grandma made, it should be very simple, just need a little water and a little sugar.I came to the kitchen again and opened the cabinet in the kitchen, but suddenly a big black spider crawled out of it.I was so frightened that I squatted on the ground gasping for breath. I'm not a timid girl, it's just that the strange environment made me lose some of the courage I should have at ordinary times. I knelt there feebly, and the sound of the rain outside was getting louder and louder, making it hard for me to breathe.I went to the window and pulled it open so hard that the rain fell on my face.I closed my eyes, enjoying the cool rain, as if there were hands washing my face carefully. I think I need to wake up. Although I don't know what it means to be sober, I know that if this continues, I will cry.I can't bring myself to cry.Absolutely not. I let myself cool down for a while, the rain was soaking my hair and neck, and I wiped them off with a dry towel I don't know what to do with in the kitchen.Then, I turned on the fire and made two bowls of poached eggs without sugar, with three battered eggs in each bowl.It’s not that I don’t want to put sugar, but I’ve searched the kitchen and I don’t know where the sugar is. Maybe she never cooks herself. It’s really like what the blueprint said. When she wants to eat, she goes to other people’s houses to eat and eat. drink. When I went out with two bowls, I found that the door of her bedroom was closed. Looking at the closed door, I didn't know whether I should take it in or not.After hesitating for a while, I sat down on the table in the living room, put down the bowl, and started eating by myself first. I thought I was hungry, I ate up a bowl of poached eggs.At this moment, there was a muffled sound of "Boom!" in the room, as if she had smashed something.The door was quickly opened.The man named Anan came out with his head down. He went to the bathroom, took a mop, and walked into her bedroom.I walked over curiously with the bowl in hand, and found that what was broken on the ground was a wine bottle. The smell of wine filled the room.Anan leaned the mop against the wall, squatted down, slowly picked up the transparent glass shards, and gently put them in a plastic bag. I could clearly see a brown spot on his forehead, from which thick brown blood flowed to his nose and mouth, and was about to drip, but he acted as if nothing had happened, and wiped it off. Not rubbing, not even blinking.I suddenly had a strange feeling, trembling all over, as if a hole had been broken in my forehead, and I closed my eyes in unbearable pain.As soon as he let go, the bowl in his hand fell to the ground. He stood up alertly and said: Be careful.While striding over, he hugged me from behind and lifted me up high. It was the first time for me to be lifted so high, and my heart suddenly lifted. He quickly put me on another clean floor, turned around and continued to deal with the dirty things on the ground. He casually wiped his face with the back of his hand, and said to her who covered her face with the quilt on the bed: "It doesn't matter if you don't eat, but you must not drink wine." "Let me drink!" She stuck her head out of the quilt and shouted fiercely, "Fuck me!" "I made chicken soup, and the mung bean porridge you like to drink." The man said unrelentingly, "You and Ma Zhuo can both drink a little." She ignored her, and quickly covered her head with the quilt. I drank several bowls of chicken soup happily that night.When I was sick when I was young, my grandma always cooked chicken soup for me. I thought that grandma was the only one in the world who could cook delicious chicken soup. I didn’t expect that there was someone better at cooking than her.When he poured me the last bowl of chicken soup in the thermos, he said to me: "Ma Zhuo, you can call me Anan." I nodded. "She refuses to go to the hospital. I have to find someone to come over to her house and show her." "Thank you." I said. He sighed softly, stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch my face, but suddenly stopped in the air, and finally slowly retracted it. But because of this unfinished action, my heart gained an unprecedented sense of security.