Chapter 9 Section VIII

That night, a strange phone call came from home.I had fallen asleep in my room, only to be awakened by a sound from the living room. "Damn you!" She cursed loudly, "Aren't you hoping that he will die early and get more inheritance! Ask me for money, and if you have the ability, you can blow up Chengdu!" Fried flat?Are they going to use explosives?What happened? I got out of bed, opened the door secretly and looked out, and found that she had hung up the phone and was panting heavily. She picked up the glass next to her, and she drank it down, whether it was water or wine.

The phone rang suddenly again at this moment, only rang twice, then stopped.She smashed the cup on the table and angrily tore the phone cord. Although I was apprehensive, I didn't really care.After all, I have been in Chengdu for several months, and I know seven points about her temper.At such a time, as long as she let her temper get angry, maybe she will be fine tomorrow. Thinking of this, I quietly closed the door, put my ear against the door, and listened to her movements. She didn't sleep, and seemed to be walking around in the living room. After a while, I heard her call Anan, and she said in a rare solemn tone: "The place you mentioned, your hometown, when will we Go and have a look."

I smile. Whatever the reasons prompted her to make such a decision.I believe that Anan must be very happy. The next day, it was the weekend.She gets up surprisingly early.Maybe, she didn't sleep all night. When I opened my eyes dimly, I found that she was leaning over and looking at me with a smile. "I'm going to buy breakfast. I suddenly want to eat Xiaolongbao." She touched my forehead and said, "Sleep a little longer, and I'll be right back." After she finished speaking, she turned and walked out of my room . I took a look at her back: her hair was coiled into a very nice shape by her, and she changed into clean new clothes. Compared with Lantu's mother, she is simply a fairy.

"Hello!" I called her. "Is there something wrong?" She turned her head and scolded me, "Don't be hilarious all the time, I'm your old lady." I shook my head.In fact, I really wanted to talk to her. I wanted to tell her not to go too far, and I wanted her to come back earlier. I wanted to tell her that money really doesn’t matter. I told her that I would like to go to Jiangnan with her and Anan. However, whenever she looked at me and asked me "what's the matter", I suddenly couldn't say anything, which was really depressed. She closed the door for me and left.

Perhaps it was still too early, but I soon fell asleep again, and fell into a heavy dream.I seem to dream of my father and my grandma. They are standing on a high mountain. I call their names loudly, but they ignore me. They turn around on the mountain and go further away. I can’t see them. place to go. I still shouted desperately until I couldn't hear my own voice. I don't know how long it took before I woke up.I was exhausted and sweaty all over. I got out of bed and turned on the air conditioner.I looked at the clock on the wall, it was already 10 o'clock, and she hadn't come back yet.I went to the bathroom to rinse my face with cold water, went out to the balcony, and looked down.The sun is dazzling, everywhere is bright, and the avenue of the community is empty.I stayed on the balcony for a long time, smelling the sweet and sour fish from Lantu's kitchen, and suddenly felt hungry too.

But where did she go? I suddenly thought of going to the door to take a look.I opened the door of the room and walked out, but a piece of paper fluttered above my head. I picked it up and saw that it said in horror: The adulteress pays back the money! At that time, I didn't know the word "prostitution", let alone what it meant.But I know that such words are definitely not good words.I crumpled up the paper. I went to the door and looked at the door, my God, it was covered with such slogans: The shocking red characters "pay back the money" were written on yellow paper and posted everywhere. "Click" - the door behind me was opened, and a pair of big eyes looked at me secretly, it was the blueprint.

I turned my head decisively.But Blueprint's voice sounded behind him: "Lin Guoguo is a prostitute!" "Click", the door was closed again, I really wanted to knock open the door of her house, push her to the ground and beat her hard.Let ten or twenty big lumps swell on her head! I jumped up and tried to peel the paper off the wall, stepped on it under my feet, and moved the stool out of the house to tear off the notes glued to the top of the door frame one by one.I was sweating profusely, and at last I took all these things back into the house and threw them into a large enamelled washbasin, and I turned on the fire in the gas range and lit all the papers.

I was burning and crying, and I thought of my grandma again. At that time, I didn't know the true meaning of betrayal, but I really felt the shame that betrayal brought to me.It was in the summer when I was nine years old that I left my grandma and father to pursue a mother who couldn’t give me a sense of security. I don’t know what to do from now on. I always feel that Chengdu is not mine. Home——Do I want to wander around the ends of the earth? — like an orphan. The word orphan popped into my head, and I was taken aback.Although, I have never been hesitant to be called an "orphan", and even I have gradually become numb to this word.But now, I really don't want to be an orphan.No, how could I be an orphan?At least I still have her.Although she is not a very qualified mother, I really crawled out of her belly. We are mother and daughter, and no one can change all this.

Thinking of this, I wiped away my tears, and raised the basin of ashes, intending to pour it through the open window.But there was a rapid knock on the door. I ran to open the door, but it wasn't her outside the door, but Anan. He held a thin piece of yellow paper in his hand, which I missed just now, and asked me anxiously, "Ma Zhuo, where's mom?" "I don't know." I said, "She went out early in the morning and hasn't come back yet." "Oops." Anan's expression was serious. "What's wrong?" I grabbed Anan's hand nervously, "What's wrong with her?"

"You wait for me at home, and you are not allowed to go anywhere." After saying this, Anan disappeared at the door.I heard the sound of his small motorcycle starting downstairs, and my heart suddenly went blank. At that time, I only had one thought in my mind, I don't want her to have something to do, don't. But something happened to her in the end, and she never came back. Anan called the police. For almost three full days, there was no news about her. These three days, I spent with Anan.There was no one to take care of me, and Anan couldn't leave the store alone, so I carried my father's portrait out of her house, and followed him home on Anan's motorcycle.

Blueprint stood at the door watching me as I left.Her mother came to pull her, but she didn't leave. She stubbornly grabbed the railing of the anti-theft door and stared at me, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't want to say anything. In the end, she was dragged back to the house by her mother by her braids, and at the same time as there was loud crying in the house, the door of her house was closed with a bang. I didn't expect that I would never come back after leaving this home this time. That night at Anan's house, I couldn't sleep.I always feel that my father's eyes have been staring at me in the dark.I quickly got out of bed, walked to the table, and put the photo upside down on the table, my heart was still pounding. I tiptoed downstairs, holding a water glass in my hand, but I didn't really pour water.From the window I could see that the lights were still on downstairs, and the lights were spilling on the ground outside.I wanted to talk to Anan, or, to see what he was doing, that's all. I quietly unscrewed the door of the only cubicle.He was flipping through a photo album with his head down. He looked very carefully and diligently. I could clearly see that it was full of Linguoguo. I was just about to run away, but he stopped me. "Ma Zhuo." I took a few steps back and looked at him with half of my face at the door. "Come in." He beckons, and I can't help but walk in. He sent me that old photo album that looked like it had been flipped through countless times.I took it, turned the page, and turned the night.I didn't know until today that Lin Guoguo had been to so many places. There are seas, beaches, bamboo buildings, and snow-capped mountains.She changes different hairstyles, but has the same smile on her face.I was dumbfounded.For the first time, I was slightly envious of her life. I slid my hand over those photos and turned a page, but suddenly I saw another photo - she was hugged by a very old man with a big nose, smiling and going out with her that night "Hongmen Banquet" is as charming as ever. I think of the legendary "Hong Kong people". is it him? I raised my head and asked Anan with my eyes.But he said: "This is the one your mother loves the most. For him, your mother has paid a lot." "What about you?" I asked. He thought for a moment and answered me: "I am the one who loves your mother the most." I looked at his firm eyes and felt a little afraid to speak.How powerful he is.It wasn't until many years later that I realized that only those with love in their hearts can be so powerful.At that moment, I was just moved by his eyes. I really want to find Lin Guoguo as soon as possible. I want to question her, why didn't she marry Anan?why? But the next day, Ling Guoguo still didn't come back. They found her three days later in an abandoned bungalow in the suburbs. When I saw her again, I couldn't believe my eyes at all. Her whole face was purple, and half of her face was bruised and oozing blood the color of rust; she lay curled up; she wore only one shoe, the other was gone her bra straps peeked out from the oversized neckline, her hair was in a mess; her eyes were open, but her expression was dull and rigid.There was a big puddle of blood on the ground. she died. Her body was exposed to the strong sunlight, but it was already cold, only the red nail polish that had been painted on the exposed toes a few days ago still had a faint vitality. Anan walked to her corpse, he stretched out his hand, stuffed her exposed shoulder strap into her clothes, and at the same time wiped her eyes with trembling hands.He whimpered silently, I walked over and knelt beside the corpse, only then did I see the steamed bun in her hand.She didn't lie to me, she really went to buy steamed buns, but why did she die?Who tricked her into this wilderness, and then murdered her? I climbed to her head, buried my head in her hair and sniffed it vigorously. It was fragrant, really. I burst into tears. Anan desperately dragged me up, and I rushed to her again, holding her and unwilling to let go.I think of her last smile to me. I should really struggle out of my dream and call her "Mom", shouldn't I?Now, she will never hear it. What should I do? Regarding her death, it is an eternal mystery. After that, I have heard many versions, such as love killing, vendetta killing, and even suicide.But I'm not convinced or interested in any of them.I just can never forget her on that day, that dead cheek that was neither peaceful nor decent, was so shabby and ugly, just like, the road she walked, and her life. She died so humblely, silently, and inexplicably.As a mother, she entered and exited my life for just a short moment, but I know that I will never forget her in my life, and it is impossible to forget her. And I am destined to be that child without father and mother, singing the never-ending song of departure, wandering alone in this world.