Devil's Weed

Abstract: The woman's lips mumbled, but there was no sound, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and one hand pointed feebly at the pot of bird feather jade on the computer desk.

Chen Mo is too tired. Today a brain surgery let him do eight hours, he felt his legs like two cement piers, too heavy to move, waist like a folded but not broken bamboo, and the possibility of collapse at any time.

It was hard to get off the operating table, Chen Mo in the cafeteria hastily pulled a box lunch, and a neck vertical bottle of beer, back home and fell into bed and did not move.

There may be a rainstorm, only five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky has been dark and dreary. A dull thunder rolls from far and near, sweeping straight over the heads of people. The wind has picked up, blowing the windows fluttering, like jays flapping their wings indiscriminately. The balsam fir outside the window is dancing with the devil. A gust of cold wind with a harsh cold into the window, along with a few wisps of bedside computer desk bird feather jade faint fragrance.

That is a pot of cactus from the Mexican desert, that Zoe bought before she was born. It was also a testimony to the love between Chen Mo and Zu'er. They met online, and then met for the first time. Chen Mo asked, "How do I recognize you? Zoe said I will hold a pot of cactus balls when the time comes. Now, the bird feather jade under Chen Mo's careful care has been born full of white fine velvet, like falling a layer of pure snow.

Zu'er is fond of snow. When it snows, Zoe likes to dance with the snowflakes in the snow with her arms spread. The red scarf around her neck was like a jumping firework.

Zoe had a cold and a cough, but the test showed that she had advanced lung cancer. God is too ironic that the doctor's wife has an incurable disease. This made Chen Mo feel sorry for Zoe, and the thought of it was a pain that was engraved in his bones. To this day, Chen Mo still remembers how Zoe looked before she died. At that time, due to the pressure of cancer, Zoe was hoarse but could not speak, her face was pale and swollen, she coughed feebly a few times, and a trace of blood dripped out of the corner of her mouth.

That day is also about to rain, Chen Mo outside the window of the bird feather jade moved in on the computer desk, said to Zu'er: "put it here in the future, moving in and out is quite troublesome, I heard that the cactus can also prevent computer radiation." Zu'er raised his hand with difficulty and pointed at the pot of bird feather jade as if he wanted to say something. Chen Mo said, "Don't worry, I know you like it, I will take good care of it." Zu'er's hand dropped weakly, eyes opened for a while, and the person finally went.

After Zu'er left, the pot of bird feather jade has been placed on the computer desk, Chen Mo Internet sleep a head can see, see it Chen Mo can remember the happy time with Zu'er. Especially during this time, it seems that Zoe is also thinking about him, always appearing in his dreams.

The rain poured down, hitting the windows snapping like someone slapping the glass, falling on the indoor floor like splashing water, clattering. Chen Mo got up to close the window, ready to cover the curtains, the sky crackling lightning, Chen Mo saw a pale, puffy face outside the window, a pair of eyes cloudy and hollow, the mouth opened and closed helplessly, revealing two rows of blood-stained white teeth, like to say something to Chen Mo, then, a wisp of blood gushed out of the corner of the mouth.

Chen Mo was so scared that he sat on his butt, just floating in the water soaked in his shorts, fine wet on his body, feeling like pissing his pants. Is it a ghost, Chen Mo does not believe in ghosts, and Chen Mo is an atheist with advanced medical education. It took a long time to remember that it was Zu'er, that's what Zu'er looked like before she died.