My mother came to my rental house in the city and smiled at the first sight, almost annoying me to death!

Why can you laugh at this time?

She said, it's great.

I almost irritated and asked in anger, what's so good.

She said, do you think you can leave me if your wings are hard? Dreaming!

I said, do you want to take care of me until you die?

She immediately slapped me, shut up, don't talk nonsense!

I almost shut up forever. My mother, no, my little sister slapped her in her eyes and almost burp-free!

After a while, she smiled again, it was so good.

I asked angrily, why is it so good again?

She said, it's great that you're back home.

I have been lying in bed for a year, and no one has come to see me except my mother.

At first I was very sad, but I thought I had made some close friends, but now it seems to be my illusion.

Later I saw it, nothing sad! I don’t care about this!

My mother dressed up my room with vitality. She raised many green plants, succulents, goldfish...and naturally grown cicadas in summer, cockroaches in autumn, rats in winter, geckos crawling on the walls in spring and spiders hanging themselves up, and of course, cute puppy.

My mother said, these are your children! The whole nature and the whole world are your friends!

She was right, I am so rich, and I still care about humans!

We name these living little guys, arrange birthdays, find their signs, tell them stories, hold story conferences, and even invite them to dinner.

There were no birds in the room, and we didn't want to keep them in cages, but the birds often flew to my windowsill to sing. We unanimously felt that this was better.

Every day, from opening my eyes to closing my eyes, I can always feel the erection of life.

My mother seems to be still in her 20s and has endless energy every day, but she is no longer in her 20s.

After all, she is 51 years old. Because of her hard work, her back can no longer be straight, her waist can no longer be straight, her skin is no longer tight, her face is covered with wrinkles, and her hands are covered with calluses.

The aunts who danced square dance with her back then are now much younger and more beautiful than her.

I don't know when they have never praised her for her beauty again.

They still go to dance square dance every day, often passing by the doorstep and calling my mother to go with them.

But my mother stopped going, and she could no longer carry me. Even if I was in a wheelchair, she could not pull me downstairs.

She sang and danced at home, like a lark in a cage, singing all day.

This little widow, oh no, is an old widow now, or a cute woman.

Her cuteness is still there.

??Tomorrow is like chocolate candy in a box/what does it feel/full of imagination/disappointment is an occasional phone number that cannot be dialed/try a few more times/will always answer??

On this day, she started singing again.

I said to her, stop singing, I'm going to vomit after listening to it.

She said, let's sing together, you sing so nicely, now your body cannot move, your neck cannot move, you can only speak and sing. Look, God is urging you to sing. Let you only sing, not do anything else.

I said, God, it is really hard to serve. I don’t want to sing to it now, I just want to swear!

My mother stopped singing immediately, nor did she advise me to sing. She took out a book from the pile of books in the room and started telling stories, telling the story of an old man fighting with a huge marlin.

I said, stop thinking, I'm going to vomit. The old man's opponent is fish, and my opponent is God, there is no comparison!

My mother pinched my face and said, since it showed its minions to you, just make a face for it.

I said, I'd better pee all over it.

My mother praised this idea and said she wanted to change to read it to me.

I said, don't change it, I can recite the books and tapes all over the room.

She opened a small book and video store, full of super inspirational books and records, full of positive energy. The store name is also very generous, called "My Ideal", but it is actually small and broken. Just like my name, Li Xiang, in fact, I have no ideals since I was a child, and I dare not have ideals, so I just slept and waited for death.

Our lives are maintained by this small shop, and it is so hard.

I was silent for a while and said, "Give up on me."

She said, do you want to get beaten up?

I said, Mom, don't do this, we are all so tired...

She interrupted me, stop talking! You can’t leave early if you buy a ticket!

I said, Mom, let me tell you a story.

My mother wiped her eyes and said, "I don't want to listen!" What you said is not good.

I said, I didn’t say it well, so I could give me some encouragement?

She said that the stories you tell Xiao Hei every day are very negative.

Xiao Hei is a black phoenix-tailed butterfly goldfish, which is my tree hole.

I said, Mom, you...

My mother said that if you talk about it, there would be no Xiao Dingding.

Although I am not afraid of death, I am afraid of not having Xiao Dingding, so I didn't say it.

There is no need to talk about it.

Four days later, in the dark, I felt that my deadline was approaching, and my death date had come to an indescribable feeling surged deep in my heart.

My mother pushed me to run around the house, from the balcony to the entrance, from the kitchen to the bedroom, from the living room to the bathroom... She followed Buling Buling and ran endlessly with her puppy.

I opened my hands, as if I was back to the moment when my mother pushed me down from the slope when I was 18!

Maybe, that's the feeling of running; maybe, running is the feeling of flying!

Run!! I raised my feet and shouted.

My mother pushed me and shouted to run! Li Xiang ran!

Wow, wool, wool, Shishi was also shouting.

I was in a trance...

The cold wind was coming towards me, the terminally ill lightning was calling me, the craze of disease was calling me, the cold operating table was calling me, the masked doctor and nurse called me, countless red and green pills were calling me, dense needles were calling me, and the father I had never met was calling me, the wolves with malicious mocking were calling me, the sneering of the first love was calling me, the poor and rich life was calling me, the kind and ugly legs were calling me, the confinement feeling of lying on the bed was calling me, the mother's smile called me...

Run quickly~Li Xiang run quickly!~

Behind me, a woman called me with a hoarse voice—

Run quickly! Li Xiang run quickly!!! Run this time in his life!!! I roared for the rest of my life.

One disabled person calls another healthy person-

I want to break through the shackles! The deformed legs cannot support my body, so I crawl forward and move forward firmly! Never stop! Never compromise! Do whatever you want!

My hands can no longer move, my body can no longer move, my neck can no longer move, so let the wolves in the forest share me with them, you take my eyes away, take my ears away, take my heart away, take my flesh and blood to all directions of the forest, and run wildly once in this tragic way~

When I was 26 years old, the Spring Festival just passed. On Valentine's Day, the bell at nine o'clock came from the People's Square where my mother used to dance. I closed my eyes forever and finally died.

I thought I would leave, but I didn't.

At that last moment, I missed my mother very much.

What will she do in the future for that cute woman who is so stupid and happy every day?

...

My bones hurt very much. Thunder was blowing in the sky. Raindrops fell on my bones. The wind blew across the faint forest. It seemed to be silent for tens of thousands of years. Finally, a voice called me in a distant place.

Li Xiang~Li Xiang~

Li Xiang opened his heavy eyes, saw the light, the doctor and nurse in a white coat, the needles shining with cold light, and the mother who called his affectionately.

There were pouring rain outside the house and thunder sounded.
Chapter completed!