Reading tomorrow, Lu Xun pointed out the disparity between Lu and Zhen at the beginning.

One place is Xianheng Hotel.

People come and go all day, laughing and laughing, and in the middle of the night, fair-weather friends are still eating, drinking and having fun around the counter in bright lights, which is extremely extravagant.

One place is the home of sister-in-law Shansi, next door to Xianheng Hotel.

There is only a dim light in her house, but it is not quiet in the middle of the night. Occasionally, Bao Er, the child of Sister-in-law Shansi, calls out a childish mother. The sound of Sister-in-law Shansi spinning to support herself and her children does not stop with the sunset.

"There is no sound, what's wrong with the little thing?" That night, Lao Gong discovered this subtle thing while drinking at Xianheng Hotel.

It can be seen that every move of a bachelor and a sister-in-law falls into the eyes of people around him.

Lampi Awu saw the old arch's scheming at a glance: "What are you thinking?"

Sisao is a widow. And young.

The people in Xianheng Hotel next door guessed one build what did not build, but sister-in-law Shansi was suffering from Bao Er's disease in the dim light.

I don't know what happened. Bao Er never recovered. God signed it, maybe, and folk remedies tried it, but it didn't work.

Who says not? Sister-in-law Sans is simply joking about the child's life. If she is ill, she will go to the hospital. What god can she pray for and what wish can she make?

Can be said to be stupid.

But what is certain is that Mrs. Sans has no money.

Orphans and widows are unable to repay, so no one will lend her money, even life-saving money.

On weekdays, she earns some living by spinning and weaving. It's okay at home. She has a mouth to eat. Whenever there is unusual movement in her life, she will look forward to tomorrow.

Yes, maybe tomorrow, as soon as the sun comes out, the fever will go down and the asthma will be relieved, right? Bao Er will get better.

Tomorrow is Sister Sans's hope, a fantasy, and actually an involuntary psychological escape.

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In the morning, Bao Er didn't get better as she thought. Instead, her nose fluttered, and the situation was very bad and her life was in danger.

So she took all the money in her family to find He Xiaoxian, a famous four-inch nail native Chinese medicine practitioner.

Sir, what happened to my Bao Er?

He Xiaoxian didn't answer.

Is he gonna be okay?

He Xiaoxian didn't answer.

He can't breathe, and his nose and wings are flapping rapidly.

He Xiaoxian still ignored her question.

Mrs. Sans is embarrassed to ask again. He Xiaoxian prescribed a prescription to protect the fetus, and also designated the pharmacy of Jiajiaji's old shop to get it.

At this critical moment, He Xiaoxian still only thinks about his own interests, so he can't go to other places to get medicine, but can only go to the Jia family old shop linked to his own interests.

Sister-in-law understood an open secret, but she went to get the medicine obediently.

I took the medicine, and on my way home with Bao Er in my arms, I met Lanpi Awu.

After a sleepless night, Mrs. Sans was tired and sleepy. So she really hopes that one member will come down to help her one day.

Chivalrous Ah Wu stretched out his arms, reached between the breasts of Shan Sisao and the child, and held the child in his arms.

Sister-in-law Sans only felt a fever in her chest and blushed to her ears.

When the days are too normal, everyone wants someone to accompany them to see the scenery. When they encounter difficulties, they also want a solid support.

But Sister-in-law Shansi didn't rely on her, and her only precious son was already struggling on the edge of life and death.

At this point, Lampi Wu also took advantage of her intentionally or unintentionally and anointed her with oil.

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When I got home that day, Bao Er had been sleeping. In the afternoon, Bao Er suddenly opened his eyes and called "Mom", then closed his eyes and fell asleep, never waking up.

The helpless single fourth sister-in-law cried from sobs to howls.

Crying at night, the old archway of Xianheng Hotel continues to drink and sing.

Sister Sans looked at Bao Er lying in bed without breathing and the spinning wheel standing quietly on the ground, and she had another illusion in her heart: Maybe it was just a dream. When you wake up tomorrow, Bao Er will wake up, call mom, and then jump out to play.

Mr. Lu Xun once said a classic sentence: "The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected."

The neighbors upstairs are listening to lyric records, and the parents across the street are reprimanding their children. The pub downstairs is brightly lit and full of voices, and one of the families, someone just died, is crying.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked.

This is a good point. It hit the nail on the head

In the past, there were articles by Mr. Lu Xun in primary school textbooks, which were often incomprehensible, so there was a slogan in the workshop: "One is afraid of classical Chinese, the other is afraid of writing, and the third is afraid of Zhou Shuren."

By the time I study Lu Xun now, I have reached middle age.

Cartoonist Jimmy wrote in Starry Sky: "I often walk a long way alone, and I feel like a fallen leaf when the wind blows."

This is probably how Sister Sans feels at the moment. A person has survived lonely years, but at a certain moment, his heart suddenly feels empty.

I'm tired of crying and dizzy. There is something strange in her mind. The room is too quiet and too big. Everything is in the space. The room was surrounded by her, and she couldn't breathe.

Now she has accepted the fact that her Bao Er is really dead. Tears came out again. She went to bed and remembered Bao Er's warmest words: "Mom, my father used to sell wonton to make money. When I grow up, I also make a lot of money selling wonton-I'll give it to you. "

How sweet.

The child is still young, but he knows his mother's hard work. At that time, every inch of spun cotton yarn was interesting because of the existence of Bao Er, and every inch was alive.

But what about now?

Alas, the space at home is too quiet and too big.

Her life is too hard.

Good fourth sister-in-law will wake up tomorrow and continue her lonely life.

All tomorrows in the future are the same. There is no strength, no strength, let alone invulnerability.

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Some hardships can only be faced by yourself. If they are weak, no one can be strong for themselves.

If there is a person in the world who understands the suffering behind you, even if he is tamed by the suffering in front of life, that day will be interesting.

Even if my heart is flying sometimes, I will put on my armor painfully, pretend as if nothing had happened, and try to keep the years calm.

Sometimes when I look at Lu Xun, I think he is too cruel.

He shows people that one or two things in life are extremely unsatisfactory in nine cases out of ten.

But he bravely and fearlessly wrote down all his misfortunes with a sharp pen, and his soft heart was full of sympathy.

Reading his article, you can see your true self between the lines.

We occasionally look like a "madman", but in reality we become Ah Q, knowing how to comfort ourselves, deceiving ourselves and trying to shake hands with the world around us.

I realize more and more that life is hard, but I can't change it. I had to grumble a few words, but in the end I became Kong Yiji, content with the status quo, trying to stand in the center of the tuyere, trying to let the world see my own light, but I was caught by reality and gradually lost my edge.

Like Sister Sans, we put our hopes on tomorrow and next year, but we don't think about it. Today is the result of our choices three years ago and ten years ago. And next year, if you don't make any changes, everything will remain the same. The only difference is that you are one year older.

Lu Xun, who is so crazy and car-scrapping, wrote a passage in "The Story of Grave Robbery" to sum up his life and found that Mr. Lu Xun was also very Zen:

"When Hao Ge was cold, I saw the abyss in the sky.

People who can't see anything in the eyes of all people are saved in despair. "

? May you, someone in this world, understand your suffering, see your suffering, and you will firmly believe that it will eventually pass.

May you, someone in this world, understand your goodness, see your goodness, and your eyes on the world will bring their own soft light.

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