Fang Mu’s husband became a vegetative in a car accident.
At the moment, he closed his eyes and lay quietly on the floor, his chest slightly undulating.
The warm sun of winter shines softly into the room.
Fang Mu grabbed a handful of soil, carefully covered her husband, and then sprinkled water carefully.
Fang Mu’s husband was covered in mud except his head was exposed. From a distance, he looked like he was sleeping in a gray-brown sleeping bag.
A car accident is inevitable, but it is not easy to make him just a vegetative person. Fang Mu spent a lot of thought on it.
Fang Mu was very happy that everything went well.
She looked at the man in front of him, he finally got his own, and finally quietly slept beside her, listening carefully to every word she said, from sunrise to sunset, neither refuting nor protesting .
In the past few days, Fang Mu noticed a pink sprout on her husband’s chest, which looked like the open palm of the baby.
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Fang Mu takes care of her husband more carefully, waters and fertilizes, and dare not be a little slack. www.guidaye.com
Small palms gradually become adult-sized, and the rhizomes are also rising up and down. The outside of the rhizomes is covered with white and tender skin, and the thin blood vessels inside can be clearly seen. One arm, the longer the arm is, the higher the fingers on it begin to diverge, and new knuckles grow…
In the fall of the year, the “tree” on Fang Mu’s husband has almost grown to have a face The basin was thick and thin, and he seemed to be absorbed, and his whole body was tightly wrapped with roots. The crown of the fleshy tree has touched the roof, and the finger-like branches are bent down, like the hands of an underbutton, and each finger-like branch grows a pink sarcoma. The sarcoma is constantly expanding and expanding. Bloating…Finally, the sarcoma cracked open, like a pomegranate. Each sarcoma hid a little baby. They had the same face, the face of her husband. They climbed down from the’tree’ in a sweeping manner, and climbed in front of Fang Mu’s eyes. They gathered more and more, some grabbed her trousers, some crawled on her, and some lay on her back. …
“My dear, I’m coming!”
The thin voices came and went.
Fang Mu was thrown to the ground. The babies began to divide their labors, raising soil, watering and fertilizing Fang Mu, and they were very busy.
“Will wait until next year to have more of you, then we will have enough points…” www.guidaye.com
The babies looked up quietly and stood beside the big’tree’ , A small’tree’ is thriving.