C48

I went back to my bed and took out my phone. Looking at the empty ward, I suddenly felt bored, and thinking about this month's exam, my mood became even gloomier. I took out my earphones and leaned against the wall to listen to a song.

"Xia Mo."

"Xia Mo."

I took off my headphones. There was only the two of us in the ward, and I heard someone call out to me, twice in a row. "You called me?" I said to the old man in the next bed.

She didn't respond. With her eyes closed, she seemed to have fallen asleep. I waited for a while, but the voice didn't come again. So I put on my earphones. I didn't know when, but I fell asleep in a daze.

A woman's cry came to my ear, loud, then loud, and then loud, and there was a lot of crying, and I woke up with the earphones still in my ears and the familiar music still on my cell phone.

I opened my eyes. At this moment, there were dozens of people in the sickroom. I didn't know when those people had returned, but I could smell the pungent smell of alcohol.

Why were they crying? Furthermore, they were crying extremely painfully. Could it be!

I turned to look at the bed. The old man was lying motionless on the bed, and the pulsing red line on the machine next to him had become a straight line.

She was dead, and while I was dozing off, a life had disappeared, and although I had seen this happen a lot, it would have felt different if it had happened to you.

I simply turned around and turned up the volume of my phone. For some reason, that moment of crying made me feel inexplicably disgusted. Just before the old man died, the people here had all gone out to drink, and no one stayed here to take care of them.

If it wasn't for me, the old man wouldn't have been able to satisfy his last wish. I closed my eyes, and for some reason, the image of the old man drinking water appeared clearly in my mind.

When my hand accidentally touched the phone, the volume immediately turned to its maximum. I felt a buzzing sound in my ears and quickly pressed the button below. The strange thing was, the sound button didn't work at all.

I kept pressing and there was still no response. It was as if my phone had malfunctioned. I took off my headphones and pressed them into the cup.

The sound finally disappeared. At some point, there was a curtain between me and the sickbed. Actually, it was just two pieces of white cloth.

The crying outside had disappeared and turned into a quarrel, two women, not loud at first, but then louder and louder, as if because of the house.

"Enough."

I heard a man scold, and then one of the women began to cry and complain, meaning she had worked all her life, given birth to children and become a slave, and got nothing.

I just thought it was funny. I wasn't filial when I was alive, but now I'm dead and I come back here. Of course, this kind of thing is nothing new in China. The curtain shifted, and through it I could just make out the two women arguing, both fat and fierce, sitting on the edge of the bed, a man on a stool in the middle of the room, his head in his hands.

This man is really useless. If it were me, I would have just slapped him with my mouth and then beaten him into submission. That's what a man is. If I were to marry him in the future, I would definitely never find such a good-for-nothing.

I turned around and lay down again. I pulled my cell phone out from under the covers and looked at the time. It was past three in the morning, probably because it was too late, and no one had come to the morgue since the old man's death.

I close my eyes and cover my ears. All of a sudden, the sounds of arguing and crying become a lot quieter. Very quickly, I fall asleep in a daze and hear someone call me again.

"Who?" I asked with my eyes closed.

"I'm so thirsty, can you give me some water to drink?"

I woke up with a start. The voice was so familiar and so close that it didn't sound like a dream. I opened my eyes and stepped back in fear.

"You, didn't you already …" I didn't go on. According to my grandmother, when people died, their souls were still nearby, and they didn't even realize that they were dead.

"He's dead, isn't he?"

The old man looked at me, her eyes were kind, I nodded, she actually smiled, "I know, but I'm tired of them crying, ever since I got sick, they only come here every two or three days just to get my house, they are really greedy, thinking about when I was little, one person dragged two sons to grow up, and then they had to work every day until dawn, and they finally grew up and became a family, and then they became estranged from me, and it was like the meat on your body wasn't yours all of a sudden."

"I think everyone has their problems. At least your son will be grateful."

"Hopefully, Xia Mo, where is your family? Why are you alone? " I listened to the wailing outside, then looked at the old man in front of me. There was only a white curtain separating us.

If you open this curtain, and then those people clearly see everything that has happened here, and hear the words of the old man, will they feel guilt? I truly do not know if those wiped out feelings of kinship and conscience will return.

"My parents are out of town, I'm the only one." I forcefully smiled. If the person in front of me was a human, I might not say those words. After all, there would be some misgivings and now, I felt extremely relaxed.

"Thank you for the water you fed me. At that time, I felt like I was going to die, but I just felt unreconciled because there was no one by my side. Fortunately, you were there, so I did not hate them, nor did I hate my son.

Never would I have thought that one of my actions would have such an effect. If, before the old man died, his heart was unable to swallow due to unwillingness, there was a high chance that something bad would happen tonight.

"I'm leaving."

The old man waved his hand towards me, and I bit my lips. The instant that I saw the old man's shadow rapidly disappear, I opened the curtain and rushed out.

"You only know how to argue, and what you did when you were alive. You know best what you do when there's no one around. Will it be comfortable to spend this money? "

When I shouted this, those people immediately quietened down. They probably didn't expect that I would rush out like this.

"What has it got to do with you?"

The fierce-looking woman glared at me and I smiled. "You're called Xiu-Er, right? Your mother-in-law told me to bring it to you. " After I said this, the woman ran out screaming. At this moment, everyone's expression changed.

Xiu-Er was that woman's nickname. She was the old man's daughter-in-law. She had just scolded too much. The old man could bear it, and for her son. I can't stand it.

To them, I am just an outsider who has nothing to do with this matter. It is even more impossible for me to know about this matter.