RBCT Chapter 293
Chapter 293
Meanwhile.
Maybe it’s the reason for the injury, maybe it’s familiarity with the fat man, instinctively knowing that the fat man is not dangerous to him, plus dreaming, the tailor lying on the bed did not notice the arrival of the fat man, but woke up, frowning for what he dreamed of.
Even.
As time passed, the fat man saw a painful look on the tailor’s face for the first time, as if she was not having a beautiful dream, but a nightmare.
Originally, the fat man planned to wake her up.
But what happened next made the fat man stop this move.
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The other side.
In a tailor’s dream.
There is a house here, similar to the house where the fat man is now, and it is also a two-story old house, and the two have similar similarities in terms of the degree of dilapidated and the number of floors and structure of the house.
Just….
There were no fat people in the room, and there were no tailors.
There are only two people.
One is a little girl about four or five years old, the other is a woman, her lips and face are a little white, plus the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes, making her look like an old woman in her forties.
But the little girl was no better, the clothes were not children’s clothes, but children’s clothes that adults had sewn and changed.
Look closely at the yellowed calendar on the wall, it is not modern, at least decades ago.
In that era, everything was in ruins, most of the people’s children were not as rich as now, they were poor, most of the clothes were sewn from adults’ clothes, and even if there were two children and three children, then the eldest clothes would be left for the second to wear, and the second child could not wear it when he grew up, so it was left for the third to wear.
At this
time, the woman who looked like she was looking old, holding a needle and thread to sew a rag doll, which she sewed stitch by stitch with her worn clothes, but it was played with by her daughter for a long time, and it was broken again, and now she is mending it.
It was also at this time.
The little girl standing in front of her, who was already young and not sensible, pulled her hand on the edge of the table, propped up to look at the doll in the woman’s hand, and hurriedly shouted:
“Mom, how long will it take to make it up.”
For the little girl’s urging.
Although the woman looked at her face and was clearly sick, she still raised a smile and said:
“It’s almost okay, Yaya, mom will get it right soon… Cough.
She said and coughed in the back.
The little girl known as Yaya looked at her mother and instinctively asked
, “Mom, do you want to drink water?”
For her mother’s cough, the little girl knew very well that it should be sick, but she felt that it should be fine, because since she could remember, or since she was a child, her mother had been like this, coughing from time to time.
As for what kind of disease is born.
The little girl has heard from neighbors that she heard what it is called tuberculosis, but unfortunately she is too young, so she only knows the name of the disease, and does not know what tuberculosis is, thinking that she will just cough, drink water and not cough.
“Mom’s okay, compared to me, Yaya, you are taking medicine, it’s almost noon to take medicine.”
The woman rubbed the little girl’s head.
The woman has tuberculosis, in fact, the little girl also has some diseases, her body is weak and she needs to be treated with Chinese medicine.
Mention taking medicine.
The little girl’s face fell, crying a face:
“Mom, can I not drink medicine, those medicines are so bitter, I don’t want to drink it.”
“You have to drink, drink Yaya’s body to be good, well, go and drink, drink and wait for your mother to take you out to play, your mother paid her salary today, and she will take you to visit the lanterns at night.”
“Wow! Really, mom is the best, I’ll go drink it~”
The little girl threw herself into her mother’s arms in surprise, dangling her little feet.
Feeling her daughter’s happiness, the sick-looking mother, her pale face seemed to be a little rosy with joy, and reached out and rubbed the little girl’s head with pigtails.
To this.
The little girl just blinked her eyes happily and said
, “Yes, Mom, or we drink medicine together, you see that you are not well when you are sick, drink together, you will not cough.”
“Silly girl, that medicine is for you to drink, besides, you are different from your mother’s illness, well, go and drink it, remember to drink it clean, that medicine is very expensive.”
Mom subconsciously replied.
The little girl responded oh and nodded to drink the medicine.
At this time.
The little girl was still young, and she didn’t know what her mother’s instinctive response represented, until she grew up later, she didn’t know how expensive her medicine was, so expensive that her mother stopped her own medicine and bought medicine for herself.
It’s a pity that she was young at that time and didn’t understand these things at all.
Maybe.
Even if she understands, it is useless, she is too young to give her mother any help, and the only thing she can do may be to be a well-behaved daughter.
The time for dreams is passing fast.
Came the evening.
The little girl drank Chinese medicine, because of some ingredients of Chinese medicine, she fell asleep in the bedroom, but because of the movement outside the bedroom door, she still woke up faintly in her sleep, and saw the scene outside the bedroom door in a daze.
Dimly.
She saw her mother sitting at the table, still sewing her rag doll, perhaps staying up late to do needlework to catch up with work, plus accompanying her daughter to play, tired, she coughed badly, but she didn’t dare to make too much noise, for fear of waking up the little girl, she could only cover her mouth and cough violently.
Coughing to the back, she may not be able to stand it, so she took out the injection that she still had when she saw a doctor before, and pierced her wrist, and as she rolled up her sleeve, the little girl vaguely saw her mother’s slender wrist.
It was not the slenderness of the modern little girl, but the slenderness of hunger.
It didn’t take long.
In the drowsiness.
A middle-aged man came in the hall outside the bedroom door.
That’s the little girl’s dad.
Compared with being close to her mother, the little girl is not like her father, very afraid of her, since she can remember, her father has been beating her, basically a little unhappy, he will arrest her and beat, every time is her mother to protect, she will not be beaten, but her mother also suffered.
In your sleep.
The little girl doesn’t remember what her father said.
I only remember that my father beat my mother again, and called my mother a loser, and my mother didn’t say anything, but weakly replied “Is it okay for you to scold a little bit, Yaya is sleeping, if you want to scold, you have something to go out and say okay.”
I don’t know if it’s my mother pleading, or if my father is messing around with the little three outside, it’s rare to really obey my mother’s words, and drag my mother out by the hair.
The days went on like this.
Then came the little girl’s birthday.
It was her 6th birthday.
The little girl came home early and couldn’t wait to enter the door, because she knew that today was her birthday, and every year on her birthday, her mother would always buy her a rare pastry.
She thought the taste was delicious, but unfortunately the family was poor, the pastry was handed down by foreigners, the price was very expensive, and it could only be eaten on birthdays.
Of course.
She didn’t know all this at the time, but when she grew up, she learned that those small pastries, and sometimes some delicious food, were all the money earned by her mother to shine other people’s shoes and do odd jobs, which were used to improve her own food.
But.
This time the 6th birthday is different from the past, she entered the house, as always, saw her mother sewing mending, and took the sewing mending needlework odd jobs to do subsidies, after all, Dad has never given money, only to the junior outside, and the money in the family is earned by her mother herself.
“Mom, I’m back.”
“Yaya is back, happy birthday, we Yaya is 6 years old.”
Listen to mom.
The little girl smiled happily, and subconsciously looked at the table, but she was puzzled:
“Mom, what about that little pastry.”
She found that unlike before, this time her mother said happy birthday and did not take out small pastries.
To this.
Mom just apologized a little guiltily and said
, “I’m sorry, Yaya, there may be no small pastries this time, I’ll make you pastries to eat.”
The little girl didn’t know that the reason why her mother didn’t buy pastries was because the price of her medicine had increased, thinking that her mother had forgotten, gambling for a while, scolding her mother, and complaining that her mother didn’t love her anymore.
Also this time.
In the following years, every birthday, my mother bought her pastries as always.
And because of this.
The little girl grew up and still remembered what the cake looked like, because it was her only birthday present and the only person who gave her birthday, and her father never showed up and never remembered her birthday.
The days went on until she was 10 years old.
10 years old.
It was an unforgettable year for her.
Her mother died that day, she never received pastries again, and no one ever told her a happy birthday.
It was also that day.
Although it was not her birthday, she received sweaters that her mother knitted in advance to wear from childhood to adulthood.
10 years old, maybe too young for a child now.
But for the children of that era, she was already very sensible and understood a lot, she knew what it meant to be dead from her mother’s illness, which meant that she would never see her again, and she could no longer hug her mother’s arms.
But watching her mother go, in addition to sadness, she also has feelings that it is good to go, her mother does not have to suffer so many sins, and at the same time has regret, regret that she never said a word to her ‘Mom, I love you’, and even sometimes dislikes her mother.
It’s just a pity.
It wasn’t until her mother left that the little girl understood that she had no home, and there was only her left in the world.
Maybe it’s excessive sadness.
Maybe I regretted it and felt that I should do something for my mother.
Also on that day.
A little girl who was only 10 years old, she killed her father with the help of a sewing clerk, divided his body, and gave the body to the village guard dogs.
And then….
She took her mother’s body and left.
It was also from that day onwards.
Although the little girl grows up with time, her world stays forever until the age of 10.
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The other side.
Northeast, in the old-fashioned street alley, in that two-story house.
At this time.
In the gaze of the fat man, he saw a scene that he would never forget….
I saw the sleeping tailor, actually crying, the body made of the obviously cold sewn corpse, tears fell from the corners of his face and eyes, and he whispered unconsciously in his sleep:
“Mom.”
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