Chapter 633
"Come on, Xiaomi, you're not feeling well yet, drink more hot water."
Xiaomi took the water cup and said, "I ate too many cornflowers, and I happen to be thirsty, Brother Feng."
She drank a glass of water cleanly.
Watching Xiaomi drink water, I suddenly felt guilty.
A cartoon voice came from the TV: "Golden fool, silver fool, not as good as our old fool."
In less than ten minutes, Xiaomi fell asleep on the sofa, holding a handful of corn flakes in her hand.
Looking at Xiaomi's frail body and thin profile, I sighed and slowly reached out to hug her.
Lao Jinmiao said that she would take Xiaomi to a nursing home and cover her ears with cloth and blindfold her eyes. I didn't do that, and Xiaomi fell into a deep sleep. She could no longer see or hear. What else was she doing?
After waiting for a while with Xiaomi on my back, I reached out and stopped a taxi.
The night shift driver was in his thirties, a fat man with a wretched look on his face. He glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a mean smile: "Brother, you are quite good at it. Which hotel are you going to? Can you take me with you?" "
"Go to your mother's hotel, go to Ginkgo Nursing Home."
The big fat man is a coward. When he saw me swearing with a dark face, he didn't dare to say anything back. He muttered something in a low voice and drove off.
The hazy weather in Xianyang lasted for a while, and it was difficult to see the moon this night.
There are still three days before the fifteenth day, and the moon in the sky is already very full. The moonlight shines on the road, and the flowers, plants and trees around the green belt are a little white.
"boom!"
Suddenly, there was movement on the roof of the car and two cooing sounds.
The fat driver slowed down and cursed: "Damn it! What the hell, a bird hit my car! It's so fucking unlucky to work the night shift!"
I looked up at the roof of the car and my face turned pale.
"Don't stop!"
"Keep driving! Go to the nursing home!"
"Brother, don't be so anxious, right? I know you're in a hurry to do something good, but a bird hit the roof of the car! You see, the hair has fallen off. You can't let me clean it."
"If I tell you to drive, just drive!"
"Don't stop! Do you understand?"
"well....."
More than ten minutes later, we arrived at the nursing home.
I threw down the fifty yuan, picked up the millet and closed the car door.
There were a few feathers on the top of the taxi and a small pool of blood. No dead birds were seen. They might have fallen on the road.
It was late at night, the elderly people in the nursing home had all gone to bed early, and the whole building was dark and silent. Only one room on the second floor was still lit, and that was the room where Mr. Wu lived.
I thought they were upstairs, but I didn't expect to see them as soon as I entered the courtyard.
There was a table in the middle of the courtyard, with a white porcelain jar on the table. The mouth of the jar was wrapped in yellow cloth. It looked like an urn.
After taking a closer look, I saw a piece of paper pressed under the urn. The paper was yellow in color. It was not ordinary paper. I had seen this paper before. It was in Granny Liu Lan’s box. What was it? Paper.
Lao Jinmiao changed into a navy blue traditional Miao costume. He had a whistle hanging on a rope on his chest and a square felt hat on his head.
Under the white moonlight, Lao Jinmiao had a frosty look on his face and began to walk in circles around the urn on the table.
Every time he walked around, he picked up the whistle on his chest and blew it. After three laps, his speed increased, his steps were very long, he stopped and walked, he clapped his hands and stamped his feet in exaggerated movements, just like the jumping in the Northeast. Like a great god.
After completing the last movement, Mr. Wu picked up the urn with both hands.
He bent down and bowed to Lao Jinmiao.
A cool breeze blew into the courtyard, and the piece of paper pressed against the urn was blown to the ground, and happened to float to my feet.
I looked down.
I don’t know if it was because of the moonlight, but I vaguely saw an old lady’s face on the paper.
Nose and eyes are blurry.
But what do I think...
The outline on the paper looks a bit like Grandma Liu Lan.
