"Medicine" Chapter 9: That grave and Xiaoshuan's grave were lined up in a row, with only a small path between them. Aunt Hua saw him arrange four dishes and a bowl of rice, and cried for a while, and burned paper ingots; she thought to herself, "The one in this grave is also a son." The old woman wandered around and watched for a while, and suddenly her hands and feet trembled, and she staggered back a few steps, staring blankly.

"Medicine" 8: A lot of time passed; the number of people visiting the graves gradually increased, and a few old and young people appeared and disappeared among the earthen graves. Seeing this, Aunt Hua was afraid that he was about to go crazy with grief; she could not help but stand up and said softly: "Let it go! I'll come back later." She did not look up, and spoke to him directly. He was surprised again, but saw a woman with protruding cheekbones, thin lips, about fifty years old standing in front of her, with her hands on her thighs, no skirt tied, and her legs spread out, just like a compass with thin legs in a drawing instrument. He was stunned. "Don't you recognize me? I held you in my arms!" Lao Shuan seemed to hear someone asking him, but he did not answer; his spirit was now only on a bag, as if he was holding a baby who had been passed down for ten generations, and everything else had been put aside. "Let it go! I'll come back later." The woman left. Another woman came along the path, also with half-white hair and ragged clothes; she was carrying a worn-out red lacquer round basket with a string of paper ingots hanging outside, and she walked with a rest every three steps. Suddenly, seeing Aunt Hua sitting on the ground and looking at him, he hesitated a little, and a look of shame appeared on his pale face; but he finally gritted his teeth, walked to a grave on the left, and put down the basket.
That grave and Xiaoshuan's grave were lined up in a row, separated only by a small path. Aunt Hua saw him arrange four dishes and a bowl of rice, stood and cried for a while, and melted the paper ingots; she thought secretly in her heart, "The one in this grave is also a son." The old woman wandered around and watched for a while, and suddenly her hands and feet trembled a little, staggered back a few steps, staring blankly.
Seeing this, Aunt Hua was afraid that he was going crazy with grief, so she could not help but stand up and gently asked: "Are you, the old lady, here? Has your son come back?" The old woman did not speak, but pointed at the grave, shook her head, and sobbed.

"Medicine" 7: Xiaoshuan picked up the black thing and looked at it for a while, as if he was holding his own life, and he felt indescribable in his heart. He carefully broke it open, and a white gas came out from the burnt skin. The white gas dispersed and it turned into two halves of white flour buns. —— In a short time, it was all in his stomach, but he had forgotten what it tasted like; there was only an empty plate in front of him. Next to him, his father stood on one side and his mother stood on the other side. The eyes of the two seemed to want to inject something into his body and take something out; he couldn't help but feel his heart beating, pressed his chest, and coughed again.
"Sleep for a while, and you will be fine."
Xiaoshuan followed his mother's words and fell asleep with a cough. Aunt Hua waited until his breathing calmed down before gently covering him with a patched quilt.
The Qingming Festival this year was particularly cold; the willows had just sprouted new buds as big as half a grain of rice. Before dawn, Aunt Hua had already arranged four dishes and a bowl of rice in front of a new grave on the right and cried. After turning the paper, he sat on the ground in a daze; as if he was waiting for something, but he couldn't say what he was waiting for. The breeze had long since died down; the dry grass stood upright like copper wire. A faint trembling sound became thinner and thinner in the air, until it disappeared, and the surroundings were dead silent. The two stood in the dry grass, looking up at the crow; the crow was also standing among the straight branches, with its head tucked in, like a cast iron.

"Medicine" 6: Xiao Shuan followed his mother's instructions and fell asleep with a cough. Aunt Hua waited until his breathing calmed down before gently covering him with a patched quilt.
Lao Shuan seemed to hear someone asking him, but he did not agree; his mind was now only on a bag, as if he was holding a baby who had been the only child for ten generations, and everything else was out of his mind. He now wanted to transplant the new life in this bag into his home and gain a lot of happiness. The sun also came out; in front of him, there was a road leading to his home, and behind him, the four dim golden characters "Gu□Tingkou" on the broken plaque at the T-shaped street were also illuminated.
When Lao Shuan got home, the store had been cleaned up long ago, and rows of tea tables were shiny and slippery. But there were no customers; only Xiao Shuan was sitting at the table in the inner row. His mother brought over a plate of black round things and said softly:
"Eat it, and the disease will be cured."

"Medicine" 5: Xiaoshuan picked up the black thing and looked at it for a while, as if he was holding his own life, and he felt indescribable in his heart. He carefully opened it, and a white gas came out from the burnt skin. The white gas dissipated and it turned into two halves of white flour buns. ——In a short time, it was all in his stomach, but he had forgotten what it tasted like; there was only an empty plate in front of him. Next to him, his father stood on one side and his mother stood on the other side. The eyes of the two seemed to want to inject something into his body and take something out; he couldn't help but feel his heart beating, pressed his chest, and coughed again.
"Sleep for a while, and you will be fine."
Xiaoshuan followed his mother's words and fell asleep coughing. Aunt Hua waited until his breathing calmed down before gently covering him with a patched quilt.

"Medicine" 4: "Whose illness is this for?" Lao Shuan seemed to hear someone asking him, but he did not answer; his mind was now focused on the bag, as if he was holding a baby who had been the only child in ten generations, and he had put everything else aside. He now wanted to transplant the new life in the bag into his home and gain a lot of happiness. The sun also came out; in front of him, there was a road leading to his home, and behind him, the four dim golden characters "Gu□tingkou" on the broken plaque at the T-shaped street were also illuminated.
Lao Shuan went home, and the store had been cleaned up long ago, with rows of tea tables, shining and slippery. But there were no customers; only Xiao Shuan was sitting at the table in the inner row. His mother brought over a plate of black round things and said softly:
"Eat it, and the illness will be cured."

"Medicine" 3: Lao Shuan also looked over there, but he only saw the backs of a group of people; their necks were stretched out very long, as if many ducks were held up by invisible hands. After a while of silence, there seemed to be some sound, and then they began to shake again, and with a bang, they all retreated; they scattered to where Lao Shuan was standing, almost squeezing him down.
"Hey! Hand over the money with one hand, and the goods with the other hand!" A man dressed in black stood in front of Lao Shuan, his eyes were like two knives, stabbing Lao Shuan into half his size. The man stretched out a big hand to him; in the other hand, he was holding a bright red steamed bun, and the red was still dripping down bit by bit.
Lao Shuan hurriedly took out the foreign currency, trembling and trying to give it to him, but he didn't dare to take his things. The man became anxious and shouted, "What are you afraid of? Why don't you take it!" Lao Shuan was still hesitating; the black man snatched the lantern, tore off the paper cover, wrapped the steamed bun, and stuffed it into Lao Shuan's hand; he grabbed the foreign currency with one hand, squeezed it, and turned away. He hummed, "This old thing..."

"Medicine" 2: Lao Shuan heard his son stop talking, so he went out and walked to the street. The street was dark and there was nothing, only a gray road that was clearly visible. The light shone on his feet, walking one in front and one behind. Sometimes he met a few dogs, but none of them barked. The weather was much colder than in the house; Lao Shuan felt refreshed, as if he had become a young man, had gained supernatural powers, and had the ability to give life to people, and his steps were particularly high and far. Moreover, the road became clearer and clearer as he walked, and the sky became brighter and brighter. Lao Shuan was concentrating on walking, and suddenly he was startled to see a T-shaped street in the distance, clearly running horizontally. He took a few steps back, found a closed shop, and walked under the eaves and stood by the door. After a while, he felt a little cold. "Huh, old man." "How happy..." Lao Shuan was startled again, and when he opened his eyes, several people passed by him. One of them turned back to look at him. His features were not clear, but they looked like a hungry man seeing food, with a gleam of greed in his eyes. Lao Shuan looked at the lantern, which had gone out. He pressed his pocket, and it was still hard. He looked up and saw many strange people, twos and threes, wandering there like ghosts. He looked again, but he couldn't see anything else strange. Not long after, he saw a few soldiers walking over there. There was a big white circle on the front and back of their clothes, which could be seen clearly from a distance. When they walked past, they could see the dark red border on their uniforms. There was a sound of footsteps, and in the blink of an eye, a large group of people had already passed by. The twos and threes of the people suddenly gathered together and rushed forward like a tide. When they were about to reach the T-junction, they suddenly stopped and formed a semicircle.

Medicine 1: In the second half of the night in autumn, the moon has set, and the sun has not yet risen, leaving only a dark blue sky; except for the night-wandering creatures, everything is asleep. Hua Laoshuan suddenly sat up, struck a match, and lit the greasy lamp, and the two rooms of the teahouse were filled with bluish-white light.
"Xiaoshuan's father, are you going?" It was the voice of an old woman. A cough also came from the small room inside.
"Well." Laoshuan listened, responded, and buttoned his clothes; he stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."
Aunt Hua rummaged under the pillow for a long time, took out a bag of foreign money, and handed it to Laoshuan. Laoshuan took it, put it into his pocket with a shake, and pressed it twice outside; then he lit the lantern, blew out the lamp, and walked into the inner room. There was a rustling sound in the room, followed by a cough. Laoshuan waited for him to calm down, and then called softly, "Xiaoshuan... Don't get up. ... Mom, you go to sleep."

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