When I was ten years old, my father had a strange illness, which was very strange, at first the knuckles of the ten fingers were broken, and there were only green tendons connected between the knuckles, and there were no bones and flesh, and then from the broken knuckles grew a lot of flesh worms, the wicks were as thick as the core, and they were several inches long, which was very terrible.
In the later stage, my father actually grew green hair, curly, thick, and like steel wire.
At this time, he was no longer human, but like a wild man in the mountains, and the people in the village avoided him, and even worse, he was tricked by someone, so he ended up with such a person.
But if it was just that his appearance had changed, it would be better to say, but the most terrifying thing was the torture of his body by this disease.
Strange to say, during the day, those meat worms seem to be asleep, but they don't toss, but every evening, when the sun sets, they seem to come to the spirit, and begin to gnaw on their father's bones and blood, and some of them are desperately drilling into the cracked joints.
Those little insects, with pointed mouths, can burrow small holes into human bones alive and sustain life by sucking the bone marrow inside.
My father screamed every time he was tortured, and his mother couldn't see it, so she went to pull out these meat worms on his body, but the worms were pulled out, but my father was in even more pain, and if I looked closely, the mouth of the meat worm was nailed to death in my father's bones, and the worms were pulled out of the skin, and they could bring out a small piece of broken bones, and these insects seemed to have become a part of my father's body, and they couldn't get rid of it, and they couldn't touch it.
Whenever the pain attacked, my brother and I would be so frightened that we would sit in the courtyard and not dare to move, staring blankly at the green-haired father in the house, who banged his head against the wall, again and again, and often knocked himself unconscious, before he could get a moment of relief.
And so it lasted for more than two months, and one night my mother came out of the house trembling and told us that my father had fallen asleep again.
My brother and I just breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly hugged the two of us in her arms, and cried with a whimper, this is the first time she has cried since her father got sick, the voice is not loud, but it is depressed and low, she cried for two whole hours, and suddenly raised her head, "Xiao Fei, Xiao Ran, do you think it is interesting for your father to live like this?"
He used to love a clean man so much, but now he has become this ghost. ” "He's not my father, mother, she's not my father, I don't recognize him at all."
Before I could say anything, my brother cried and said this.
I saw my mother stunned, a tear hanging in the corner of her eye, and it didn't fall for a long time.
That night, I couldn't sleep at all, the moon in the sky was so round that it lit up the room, and I could see everything clearly.
I didn't know what I was thinking, but in a daze, I heard movement behind me, I turned my head slightly, and saw that my mother had gotten up at some point, she was standing at the table, opened the drawer, and took out a pair of scissors with red thread tied in it.
I couldn't understand what she was doing with the scissors in the middle of the night, but I could vaguely sense that she didn't seem to want to be spotted in her actions, because she looked over to the bed from time to time, not only at my father, but also at my brothers.
So, I slowly retracted into the quilt, revealing only a pair of eyes outside, staring at my mother.
I was scared, and an indescribable feeling swept over my body, like scissors shining with cold light in my mother's hand, cold and piercing.
I watched her slowly approach the bed, walking little by little to my father's bedside, she was crying, tears shining crystal clear by the moonlight.
Finally, she closed her eyes, raised the scissors in her hand, and swung them at the unconscious figure on the bed.
I bit the quilt and held back without making a sound, and at that time, although I still couldn't figure out the relationship between death and liberation, I could vaguely feel that what my mother was doing was not for herself, but for my father, who was tormented by pain.
However, at the moment when the scissors fell, a gentle knock suddenly sounded outside, and a vicissitudes of life but full of anger also came, "Is there anyone in the house?"
Can you let us find a place to stay and ask for a bowl of water to eat?
” I saw my mother hesitate for a moment, finally put down the scissors in her hand and walked towards the door.
At the same time, my heart was also relaxed, and I got out of the bed neatly, glanced at my father, who was still in a coma, and ran to the courtyard with my mother.
When my mother opened the courtyard door, there were two figures standing outside, and the one who called the door was an old man, whose face was as ravine-like as cracked earth.
Beside him stood a hunchbacked young man, six or seven years older than me, holding the old man's arm with a respectful look.
However, the two have one thing in common, that is, the patches on their clothes are stacked with patches, and they look like beggars from other countries, begging along the road.
After all, my mother was kind-hearted, and although she was already surrounded by walls, she still couldn't bear to ignore the two beggars, one big and one young, on this cold and windy day, so she let the two into the house, let them settle down in the firewood room, and found some dry food and white water for the two of them to eat.
The old man gobbled up and ate and drank, then he burped and touched his stomach contentedly, he looked up at his mother with tears on his face, his eyes became shining, and he didn't look like an old man, but like a young man who was not yet a weak crown.
"The little woman is kind-hearted, and does not dislike me and my futile pickles, and takes us in for the night, so that if you can do it for me, even if you ask me, I will do my best to do it for you."
Mother smiled and shook her head, picked up their empty bowls and led me out, I know what she thinks, now the war is in chaos, these two beggars, they can't protect themselves, how can they meet what others want?
But if she asks something, they will not bring shame upon themselves.
"Your official's body, if it is not treated, he will not be able to die in a year and a half, but the flesh worms grow more and more, gradually moving from small joints to large joints, and in a few months, the joints of the whole body will rot, at that time, his pain is more intense than now.
Of course, you can also give him a hard time, the scissors are still in the drawer, and if you stab it, there will be no pain. ” The old beggar smiled behind his mother, his eyes dark, shiny, pure and clear, like two glass beads.
The bowl in her mother's hand fell to the ground and shattered into several petals, she turned her head and leaned on the ground, "Old fairy, if you can save my husband's life, I will be a cow and a horse in this life and the next life, and I will have no regrets." ”