"What the hell - even cats dream about me - but then again, it's better than never dreaming about me. What did you dream about me?"

"Oh, that's right, Wednesday night, I dreamed that you were sitting by that bed, Sid was sitting against the wooden box, and Mary was not far from him."

"That's right, That's how we sat. That's how we always sit. I'm glad you were worried about us in the dream."

"I also dreamed that Joe Harper's mother was here. "

"Oh, she has been here! What else?"

"Oh, there are many, but I can't remember them clearly now"

"Well, can you try to recall it?"

"I remember it was like the wind - the wind blew it out - it blew it out -"

"Think about it carefully, Tom! The wind did blow something away, tell me!"

Tom put his finger on his forehead, looking very anxious. He thought for a while and said:

"I remembered! The wind blew out the candle!"

"Oh my God! That's right! Then, Tom—— Go on!"

"I remember you said, hey, I want that door..."

"Go on, Tom!"

"Let me think back for a moment - don't worry. Oh, by the way, you said you thought the door was open."

"I was sitting here like I am now, and I did say that ! Right, Mary!" Tom continued!"

"What happened next...then...but I seem to remember you asking Sid to...go..." "

"Go where? Tom, what did I ask him to do?"

"You asked him...oh, you asked him to go. Close the door."

"Oh my God! I have never heard of such a strange thing in my whole life! Now I understand that the dream is not all false. I will go and talk to Salem. Ni Harper (Qiao’s mother) said, let her explain this. She has never believed in superstition, let’s see what she has to say this time, Tom!”

"Oh, I remember it all now. Later, you said that I wasn't bad, just naughty. A bit impetuous and reckless. You also said that I was a young boy (I think that's what you said), nothing like that. Bad-hearted."

"Oh my God! Go on, Tom!"

"And then you cried. >"I cried. I cried, that's normal. What happened next?"

"Later Mrs. Harper also cried. She said that Joe was a child like me, and she She regretted that she had whipped him because of the cheese. In fact, she poured the cheese away herself-"

"Tom, you are so amazing! Your dream is a prophecy!"

"Then Sid said - he said..."

"I remember I didn't seem to say anything at the time." Sid said.

"No, Sid, you did," Mary said.

"Shut up and let Tom go on! What did he say, Tom?"

"He said - I think he said this: He wanted me to It would be more comfortable in another world, but if I had performed better in some aspects before..."

"Look, you heard that! That's exactly what he said at that time!"

"Also, you tell him to shut up."

"I did say that! There must be a master helping you with this matter. There must be a master secretly Help you!"

"Mrs. Harper also told the story about Joe setting off firecrackers to scare her, and you talked about Peter and the painkillers..."

" It’s absolutely true!”

“Later, you talked about many things, including fishing us out of the river and holding a funeral on Sunday. Later, you and Mrs. Harper hugged each other and cried. Finally she left."

"That's exactly what happened! It's exactly what I'm sitting here saying, even if I've seen it with my own eyes. That's it! So what happened next? "Go on, Tom!" "I remember you prayed for me afterwards - I could see and hear every word you said.

I felt very sad when you went to bed, so I took out a piece of sycamore bark and wrote on it: 'We are not dead, we are just going to be pirates. ’ and put it on the table next to the candle; then you lay there and fell asleep, and nothing seemed strange about you. I walked over, bent down, and kissed your lips. ”

“Really, Tom, yes! For this, I will forgive you for all your faults! "So she hugged the little guy, and this hug made him feel like a sinful little bastard.

"Although this is just a dream, it's not bad. Sid said to himself, his voice just low enough to be heard.

"Shut up, Sid!" A person has something to think about in his dreams and something to do every day. Tom, this is the big apple I left specially for you. I plan to give it to you if I can find you. Now go to school. You are finally back, I thank the merciful Holy Father. God will be merciful to those who believe in him and listen to his words. But God knows I don't deserve it. However, if only those who are worthy of his love and protection can receive his blessing and be helped through disasters, then few people will be able to smile calmly or go to rest with the Lord before they die. Come on, Sid, Mary, and Tom--come on--you've been taking me a long time. "

The children left for school, and the old lady went to see Mrs. Harper, trying to persuade Mrs. Harper with Tom's living dream. Dreams sometimes come true. When Sid left home , he already knew what Tom was talking about, but he didn't say it out loud, that is: "It's unbelievable - there is no mistake in such a long dream! ”

Look, Tom is so proud now, he has become a hero. He has changed from his usual bouncing around. When he walks, his back is straight, as if he is a pirate who attracts attention. Yes, He walked through the crowd without looking at them or paying any attention to what they said, taking them all seriously, and the little ones followed him in droves, and Tom was proud of it. As if he had become the drummer in a parade or the leader of a circus performing in the city, his peers pretended not to know that he had gone missing, but they were jealous in their hearts. It's terrible. If they can be as tanned and admired as this ghost, they will die, but even if they trade the circus, Tom will not give it to them. < /p>

Chapter 12

Tom shifted his attention and was no longer troubled by the secrets in his heart. One of the reasons was that he was now interested in another more important thing. : Becky Thatcher stopped coming to school. After several days of inner struggle, Tom tried unsuccessfully to settle the matter, and found himself wandering around her house sadly at night. She turned out to be sick. , but what if he died! Thinking of this, he was going crazy. He was no longer interested in fighting or being a pirate. All he was left with was troubles. The hoops were put away and the rackets were put aside. These things were no longer useful and could no longer bring happiness. What worried him most was his aunt. She immediately tried to treat him with various medicines. Like some people, when it comes to specialty medicines or health-care medicines such as body building and bodybuilding, she always tries them first without any hesitation.

As long as there is a new one, she will never fall behind. She tried it as soon as she got it, but she never got sick, so she caught whoever she wanted. She subscribed to all the medical journals and phrenology and other things, and the serious nonsense in them became her lifeblood. What’s interesting is that all nonsense about ventilation, how to go to bed and get up, what to eat, what to drink, how much exercise to do, what kind of mood to keep, what kind of clothes to wear, etc. are regarded as wisdom. Although the contents of the two issues of the health magazine were misleading, she never noticed it. She was simple-minded and simple-hearted, so she was easily deceived. The nonsense publications and deceptive medicines, metaphorically speaking, meant that she took death with her, mounted a gray horse, and set off with the devil behind her. But she thought she was bringing a panacea, and she was the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, and now she was suffering. The neighborhood was saved. Nowadays, hydrotherapy was a new thing, and Tom happened to be in low spirits, so she was encouraged. At dawn in the morning, she called Tom outside and asked him to stand up in the wooden shed. , and then she poured cold water on him shamelessly and wiped Tom's body with a towel like a file to help him recover.

Then she wrapped Tom in a wet sheet and covered him with a blanket until he was sweating profusely and cleansed his soul. In Tom's words, it is "to let the sludge and dirty water flow out of every capillary tube." After this "well-intentioned" tossing, the child became more depressed, paler, and listless. So she tried hot water baths, sitz baths, showers, and even full-body water baths, but to no avail. The child still looked like a coffin, lifeless. She also added a little oatmeal and ointment for blisters to the water. She also calculated the amount of medicine Tom would need as if he were measuring the capacity of a jar, and gave him a dose of the so-called magic elixir every day.

At this moment, Tom has become insensitive to this kind of treatment that is equivalent to "persecution", and the old lady is horrified by this. She wanted to cure him of his insensitivity at all costs. This was the first time she had heard the term painkillers, and now they came in handy. She immediately bought some, and after tasting it, she felt that she was saved. Using this medicine is like burning someone with fire. She abandoned hydrotherapy and everything else and pinned her hopes on this painkiller. She gave Tom a tablespoon of the medicine and awaited the results with great anxiety. Sure enough, it worked, Tom was no longer insensitive, and her mood immediately calmed down and became carefree. Look at the child again. He suddenly woke up and was full of interest. Even if the old lady really put him on the fire, it wouldn't be able to match his current energy. Tom felt that it was time for him to wake up. Although his aunt's tossing made him feel very romantic, it lacked reason and had a dazzling variety of tricks. He racked his brains and finally came up with a relief plan: pretending to like taking painkillers. So he asked his aunt for medicine from time to time, which made her annoyed. Finally, she simply let Tom take as much as he liked without bothering her again. If it were Sid, she could rest assured, but this was Tom, so she secretly paid attention to the condition of the medicine bottle. She found that the pill bottle was getting less and less, but she never thought that Tom was using it to patch the cracks in the floor in the living room. One day, Tom was "feeding medicine" to the crack, when Peter, the yellow cat fed by his aunt, came over meowing, staring greedily at the spoon, as if he wanted to take a taste. Tom said:

"Peter, if you don't really want it, don't want it." But Peter said he really wanted it.

"You'd better not make a mistake."

Peter made up his mind.

"You asked for this, I'll give it to you. I'm not stingy. If you feel something is wrong after eating it, don't blame others. You can only blame yourself."

Peter No objection. So Tom pried open its mouth and poured the painkiller down. Peter scampered out two or three yards away, screaming wildly about the room. It banged against the furniture, knocking over vases and making a mess. Then it raised its head, landed on its hind legs, jumped up and down happily, and couldn't help making happy sounds. Then, it ran wildly around the house again, knocking over something or destroying something wherever it went. Aunt Polly came in just in time to see it turning over. With a final cry, it floated out of the open window, taking the remaining vases with it. The old lady stood there, stunned, staring out of the frame; but Tom lay on the floor, laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"Tom, what's wrong with the cat?"

"I don't know, Auntie," he gasped.

"I've never seen anything like this. Why does it look like that?"

"I really don't know, Auntie. Cats always look like that when they're happy." "

"Is that like that?" The tone was a bit daunting to Tom.

"Yes, Aunt. That's what I think."

"That's what you think?"

"Yes, Aunt."

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The old lady bent over, and Tom watched with anxious attention. When he saw the old lady's intention, it was too late, because the spoon that explained the problem was exposed under the bed curtains. Aunt Polly picked up the spoon, and Tom was frightened and lowered his eyelids. Aunt Polly grabbed him by the ears, pulled him up, and hit him on the head with a thimble, making a loud banging sound.

"My little ancestor, why do you treat that poor guy like this? It can't speak?"

"I gave it medicine because I felt sorry for it. You Look, it doesn’t have an aunt.” “What are you saying? It doesn’t have an aunt!”

“Fool! What does that have to do with this? "There are many connections."

If it had an aunt, she would definitely ignore its feelings and pour medicine into it to burn out its internal organs! ”

Hearing this, Aunt Polly suddenly felt uncomfortable and regretful. Tom’s words enlightened her. The cat couldn’t stand it, and so did the child.

The child couldn’t stand it either. She softened and felt guilty. Her eyes were a little moist, and she put her hand on Tom's head and said kindly: "Tom, I meant well. Besides, Tom, I did do you some good by doing that.

Tom raised his head, looked at his aunt's face seriously, blinked at her and said: "My good aunt, you mean well, I know that." I also have good intentions towards Peter. That medicine is good for it too. After I gave it medicine, I never saw its shadow again. "

"Oh, screw you, Tom. Don't make me angry anymore. Can't you just be an obedient child? Even if it’s just once, then you won’t need to take any more medicine. ”

Tom came to school early, and people found that the strange thing is that he has been like this every day recently. As usual, he did not play with his friends, but wandered alone at the school gate.< /p>

He said he was sick, and he looked like he was sick. In fact, what he was really paying attention to was the road over there. Thatcher came into view, and Tom was delighted. He stared at it for a while, and then turned away in disappointment. When Jeff came closer, Tom took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him, hoping to take the opportunity to find out about Becky. Tom had no choice but to wait and wait. Whenever a girl appeared on the other side of the road, he was filled with joy. When he got closer, he saw that she was not the one he wanted to wait for. He immediately gritted his teeth with hatred. Later, there was no sign of her on the road, and his hope was shattered, so he walked into the empty classroom gloomily and sat there sadly. At this time, Tom saw the girl's clothes floating from the gate. When Tom came in, his heart was beating fast. He immediately ran out of the classroom and started to perform like an Indian. He shouted, laughed, chased me, and even risked his life by jumping over the fence despite breaking his limbs. , flipping back and forth, or holding the big top. In short, he did everything he could think of to show off. As he did it, he peeked to see if Becky Thatcher had seen it all. She didn't even see him, maybe because she didn't notice he was there, so Tom moved closer and said, "Come on!" "Kill!" he kept shouting. He ran, grabbed a boy's hat and threw it on the roof of the classroom. Then he rushed towards another group of children, causing them to stumble and scatter, and he also fell to the ground. In front of Becky, she almost tripped over. Becky turned around and held her head high.

Tom heard her say: "Humph! Some people are self-righteous and very arrogant - it's all showing off! "

Tom's face became hot when he was told. He got up and sneaked away, looking dejected and defeated.

Concentrated, crying, smiling, contented, Emotional, cold, eye-catching

Thinking hard, being elated, making great achievements, weather-beaten, crying, crying, doing everything in one's mind, forgetting everything