my little sister in law

It's 28, and although the Lu family is decorated with lights and festoons, there is a sense of lifelessness from the inside out.The old lady was wearing a clean long cyan gown, sitting on the head of the uncle's bed, holding the insole, wrapped in white linen, with fine stitches, strong and obedient.

Lu Yinshan was on the table next to him, holding a jar of garlic and saving it one after another.The blue juice flowed out, along the smooth garlic stem, and flowed into the bottom of the clay pot.

The old lady shaved her hair with a needle. She couldn't see the needle clearly, so she went to the window and sewed it carefully. Every stitch and every stroke would be checked to see if it was tight.The sewing box was placed on the table, under the uncle's book.It has been a long time since anyone read the words and sentences he once read.

The uncle changed into new clothes, an agate red gown, tied with endless gold threads.He lay there, expressionless, without anger.

The sun came in, and a large piece of light and shadow passed through the window and fell on his gloomy cheeks.The dead skin spread out on the face, and the blue-black breath rushed under the skin. The jacket on the uncle's body was torn, and someone took it off and put it on his bedside.

"Hey..." The old lady sighed quietly. These days, she always thinks of the children when they were young.At that time, the uncle was chubby, wearing a hat, and his little white face was always so clean. He raised his head and walked forward holding her hand.Lu's second child followed behind dirty, and the old man with a big snot, stumbled and ran, yelling, and kept on stepping, reluctantly following.

As for Lu Liang, he was always alone, unwilling to talk, lonely.

In a blink of an eye, it's all this big.Lu Liang's child is gone.There is only one jar of ashes left, which is placed in the ancestral hall.

Come to think of it, it was a stick of incense for that child.

The old lady put down her needlework, gently pushed the door open and went out.

Lu Yinshan smashed it hard, the fine garlic paste stuck to the pestle, and the greenish white took over the dullness of the earthy yellow.

His elder brother, who loves dumplings the most, always smashes the garlic into pieces.

"Brother, look, the garlic I've threshed this year is almost too thin to be picked up." He smashed it on the small table through the curtain.There are purple and white garlic skins on the ground.

"You always blame me. Storing garlic is like a war, and the garlic tank is about to leak." Lu Yinshan smiled and said to himself.

Children across the street outside set off firecrackers, the explosions were loud, and there were exaggerated laughter from the children.

"When you were young, you were the most willing to let go. You always ran far away with Lu Liang, and I couldn't keep up."

Lu Yinshan's hand paused.He took a pestle and stirred it in the small garlic jar,

"Lu Liang is gone. From now on, I will be left alone." He knew that the elder brother couldn't hear him, and the second master was speaking for himself.

The wind in winter blows snow foam, which splashes on the face, and the sun is still warm. Connecting to the crabapple tree, the bare trunk is slightly swaying, and it grows towards the sun.

Second Master Lu knocked heavily and stood upright until the jar in his hand could only make a sticky sound, then he stopped the pestle.

There was medicine smoked by the bedside, and an unpleasant bitter smell wafted from the stove.

Lu Jinshan's fingers moved slightly.

He woke up, very suddenly, as if God had given him a sigh of relief.

The uncle snorted softly.

Lu Yinshan was saving garlic, thinking he had heard wrong.

He paused, then slowly turned his head.

His elder brother is struggling to get up, his face is green, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"Brother!" The second master ran over and gently supported the uncle.

So light it doesn't even weigh much.His body was full of the bitter smell and fishy smell of the medicine. The old man had been lying down for a long time, and this smell had already soaked into his flesh and could no longer be washed away.

"Yinshan, is it Chinese New Year?" The uncle asked softly with a hoarse throat.He seemed to have heard the sound of firecrackers just now.

"Well, I'm 28." Lu Yinshan forced a smile, he understood why his eldest brother woke up suddenly.

"Mom, what?"

"Mom, making dumplings."

"Lu Liang, why don't you come back, come?" The uncle seemed to hesitate for a moment before whispering.

Lu Yinshan didn't know how to answer, he was about to speak when he heard the old man speak again.

"I, I, hit him, is he angry?"

"That, Miss Su, I don't, I like it."

Lu Yinshan understood, his elder brother was confused.

He thought about it, and when his eldest brother broke his leg, a girl surnamed Su did come to his house.

Miss Su is the daughter of the owner of the firm a few years ago, and she likes her eldest brother very much.

He remembered that girl, but on the night Miss Su left, the eldest brother fought with Lu Liang for some reason, and the fight was very fierce. It was also the first time he saw his eldest brother lose his temper with Lu Liang.

The uncle held on, he turned his head, looked at the wall, and squinted his eyes.The cloudy eyes are full of yellow mucus, exuding an unpleasant smell.

Withered arms are raised, clutching the quilt.

"Yinshan, you go, he, find him, okay?"

"It's autumn now, don't let him, he's freezing." The old man stumbled as he gasped for breath to speak so much.

"Well, I'll call him later." Lu Yinshan couldn't bear it, so he could only nod his head in response.

"I'll call my mother, brother, wait for me."

"Yeah." Lu Jinshan leaned against the bed, dazed, even a little stupid.

Lu Yinshan ran out like the wind.

After a while, the old lady came, without letting go of the prayer beads in her hand.

"Jin Shan, Jin Shan, you're awake!" The old lady rushed over excitedly and grabbed the uncle, her voice trembling.

"Mother." Lu Jinshan tremblingly raised his hand to pull the old lady.It's just that his eyes were empty, and he was completely invisible.

"Stupid child." The old lady panicked, her heart tightened for a while, it was not a good thing for Lu Jinshan to wake up at this time, this child, I'm afraid it's a flashback.

This is her heart.She really... couldn't face it.

"Mother, I'm hungry." The uncle was acting like a spoiled child, he had slowly regained consciousness, not as confused as before.

"Well, my son, whatever you want to eat, mother will make it for you." The old lady's eyes were red, and she patted the uncle on the shoulder lightly.

"Jiaozi." Lu Jinshan's throat seemed to be stuck with something, and it made a sound of snoring after taking a breath, like a dilapidated bellows, very unpleasant.

"Well, mother, let's do it now, you wait for mother." The old lady wiped her eyes and hurried to the kitchen.

Lu Yinshan stood at the bedside of the uncle, his heart was pounding.

"Yinshan...my pendant, where's the pendant?" The uncle suddenly remembered something again, he was struggling to speak, his throat was full of breath, and it was very difficult.

He touched his neck and fumbled around in a panic.

Lu Yinshan hurriedly looked for it, but he remembered it was on the table.

"Brother, here it is." He threw the book aside, revealing the white pendant.

It belonged to Lu Liang, and Lu Yinshan knew it.

Gently hung it on the uncle's neck, looking at the black jacket on one side, Lu Yinshan seemed to understand something.

Brother and Lu Liang, could it be...

The warm jade sticks to the uncle's equally cold skin.

Lu Jinshan touched it, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled quietly.

He remembered that Lu Liang was dead, long gone.

It's really not good.Over the years, nothing has changed.

Lu Jinshan felt that his chest was tight, his face became ugly, and his fingers tightly clasped the dark lines on the Avalokitesvara Pendant.

In one breath, I swallowed it along the lung tube, but couldn't get up.

Blood spurted out from the mouth, large flakes of blood and brown juice.

The uncle vomited a few mouthfuls, his face turned cold and lost his luster.He was so calm that he didn't even struggle.

It was only a quarter of an hour before and after.

People are gone.

With withered hands, he grabbed the pendant around his neck, and slowly tilted his body down.There was a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother!" Lu Yinshan roared.

outside the door.The old lady ran back with half-baked dumplings. She walked closely, rubbing her bound feet on the ground, holding the bowl of freshly cooked dumplings in her hand.

The cabbage meat is mixed with some sesame oil.

In winter, when the hot soup is sprinkled, a few dumplings float on it, and the crispy green onions float up like a small boat.

The old lady stood outside the door with her hands flushed red.The bowl in his hand fell down after hearing a roar inside.

snap.It fell to pieces.

The dumpling juice dripped down the arms, and the water met the silver bracelet on the wrist, stuck together, and froze tightly.

The dumplings on the ground were still hot, sunken in the soil, and the tender meat was exposed, stained with dust.

A person's life is simple to say, but who meets whom and who separates from whom.

If it weren't for the concern in my heart, how could I survive so much suffering, and how could I be willing to die without saying a word.

The crabapple tree in winter, covered with snow, stands there.It looked into the distance, the curling smoke rose, and the broken skin of the firecrackers hung on the branches, like a ribbon of blessing, carrying broken hopes.

Yeben and Sifan, put together, is fulfillment, separated, is destiny.