The weather is starting to cool down. I can often receive phone calls from my mother. Although a bit nagging, I am still very happy.
I just woke up in the morning and the phone rang. It was the voice of my mother when I received it, but it seemed to be different in normal days. No way.”
Since the death of the second uncle, I almost forgot to let my loved ones leave. Now I suddenly received the news like I was stuffed with salt in my heart. I put down the phone and called the boss, and took a few days off.
Mi Po doesn’t have a surname of Mi. She doesn’t remember her specific surname. She only knows that she often scrapes, picks or gathers ghosts for sick children. I like to use a rice tube to treat the disease, so everyone will call him Mi Po over time, and she is happy to call her like this. My wife should be the aunt of my grandfather by seniority, so in fact I can call her maternal uncle and great-grandmother, but it’s too much trouble, everyone still likes to call her Mi Po. Every time someone calls her, she always tries to open her closed eyes, and then staggers three-inch feet to move step by step.
The mother who has not seen her for a long time is very sad on her face, and it’s no wonder that although the blood is so far apart, Mi Po’s hand has stroked the hair of countless children, not only us, around Most of the children in Shili Baxiang grew up healthy under the protection of Mi Po. A few words of greeting with my mother, we came to Mi Po’s house. A lot of people had come when I went, everyone was old and young, everyone was sullen, and the children were biting their lips tightly, daring not to speak, it seemed that Mi Po was inside, and they dared not bother her.
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My mother took me in, and Mi Po slept on a bamboo mat, which is one of the characteristics of her strange and ordinary people, that is, whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter She has slept on this bamboo mat for more than fifty years, and the mat has turned red. Mi Po was already in her dying time. I could hear her heavy breathing in the room. My mother and grandmother told her that I was here.
Mi Po loves me very much among her younger generations, because I am like her youngest son who is her favorite and most sad. Although she has healed many people, her life was extremely bumpy. Listening to her grandmother, the six children she gave birth to were not a year old. When the sixth child died, Mi Po rushed to the grave as if crazy. Call aside to dig a grave.
The seventh and one of her favorite sons was exceptionally clever. In the 1960s, she was admitted to Tsinghua University. Everyone praised Mi Po for her hard work, but the son was there. In a martial arts fight in Beijing, he was shot by stray bullets and was killed on the spot. The news almost struck Mi Po. She had not spoken for nearly a month, but she still rolled up her sleeves and held a silver needle and a rice tube to cure people for a month.
“Six, you and your mother go out, I want to stay with you just now.” Mi Po suddenly sat up with a lot of effort, and I was differentI was often surprised, because my grandmother said that Mi Po had already disappeared, but now she was sitting up, but she looked more uncomfortable. She was almost skinny and skinny all over her body, and she coughed violently when she sat up. Six is my mother’s nickname. After the grandmother and mother went out, only me and me in the small room. I found a stool to sit next to her and held her hand tightly. The hand was very cold and felt very fragile. I could clearly feel the rough texture and raised bones of my fingers.