Skin selection-Artest

Cai Chongda

My grandmother's mother lived to be ninety-nine. She was a great person. Grandma suddenly gave up in her fifties, and a Taibai sent someone to send the brunette. Relatives are afraid that she will take it hard and take turns watching it. She didn't know where the anger came from, swearing and running around alone. After a while, I lifted the coffin to see my grandmother's appearance, and then I went to the kitchen to see how the sacrifice was made. When I went to the lobby, I heard that someone killed a chicken and missed the artery. The chicken jumped around with blood, and Artest ran out, grabbed the chicken and fell to the ground.

The chicken feet struggled for a while and finally stopped. "It's over-don't let this body bother its soul again." Mrs. A is not a literate person, but she is a witch and occasionally speaks elegantly. Everyone was silent.

At the funeral, Mrs. A didn't cry. Even if grandma's body is about to enter the incinerator, she just squints, as if she disdains other whining, and as if the old man is calmly taking a nap.

I just entered the first grade of primary school that year, and I didn't understand Artest's ruthlessness. Go over to her several times and ask her, Ty, why aren't you sad? Mrs. a's face covered with longevity spots opened slightly, which was a smile-"because I am willing to give up."

This sentence is often heard in later life. After grandma died, Artest often came to my house to live. She said that before her grandmother died, she told me that Black Dog had no grandparents and his parents were very busy. You should help take care of it. I can feel her so-called "willingness" better.

6. Taitai is a very hard person, even cutting vegetables is as hard as cutting ribs. Once she calmly shouted "Oh dear" in the kitchen, and I asked loudly in the hall, "What happened to Mrs. Tai?" "Nothing, just cut off your finger." Next, it is our family that is flustered. From beginning to end, she seemed to have nothing to do with herself.

⑦ Artest's fingers are being stitched in the ward, and my mother tells me Artest's story on the bench outside the ward. She once threw her little uncle who couldn't swim into the sea to let him learn to swim. His uncle almost drowned, and the neighbors couldn't see him, so they jumped into the water to save him. A few days later, the neighbor watched her throw her uncle into the water again. Neighbors said she was heartless, and she said coldly, "Isn't the body for use?" Not for serving. "

When Mrs. O was discharged from the hospital, I finally couldn't help asking her if the story was true or not. She said flatly, "It's true. You won't succeed if you wait on your skin all day. Only people who can use their bodies can become useful. " To tell the truth, I didn't understand it at that time.

Pet-name ruby so I always feel like a stone, it is difficult to hurt anything. She even became a famous hard nut in our town. Even in her nineties, she insisted on walking from the village to my hometown by herself with her tangled little feet. Every time she wants to rent a car to send her back, she is always angry: "There are only two choices, either you help me walk slowly or I walk myself." So, on the stone road in my hometown, I can always see a teenager leading an old man and walking slowly outside the town.

Attending, however, I still saw Mrs. A crying. That was when she was 92 years old. Once she climbed to the roof to fill a hole, and accidentally fell down, so she couldn't move at home. I went to see her and she heard me from a distance. Before entering the door, she cried and shouted, "My great-great-grandson, Taitai can't move, Taitai is trapped." Although she stubbornly wanted to walk on the ground the next week, she took a few steps and fell down again. She cried for me to come to see her often. From then on, I leaned against a chair and slowly moved to the door every day, sitting there, waiting for my figure all day. I often go to Mrs. A's house, especially when something happens. I always feel that sitting with her has an indescribable tranquility and sureness.

? Later, I went to college, and then I went to work in other places, and I rarely saw her. However, every time I encounter setbacks, I always take time off to go to my hometown-an important thing is to sit with my wife for an afternoon. Although I am talking about distress, she may not understand or even hear it-she is hard of hearing, but every time I see her inexplicable smile and unfold the layers of wrinkles in those years, I am inexplicably relieved.

? On an ordinary morning, I learned that Taitai had passed away. Mom called me and said that your grandmother had left. Then the people on both sides cried together with the phone. Mom said that Mrs. A finally left me a message: "Black dogs are not allowed to cry." Death is just a matter of kicking you. If you really miss me, I will naturally go to see you. Because since then, I have not had this burden. How convenient it is to come and go. "

? At that moment, I realized what Artest once said to me, and I realized Artest's outlook on life: how light our lives are, and they are all held back by the filth and desires of this body. Ty, I remember. "The body is for use, not for waiting." Please do come and see me.

The good article shared today is a selection of "Pi"-"Artest" from Cai Chongda, a small town in Fujian. Cai Chongda's works are always full of power and make people think. I saw it once a long time ago, and his sentence "Leather is for use, not for serving" has inspired me a lot so far. ...