第二十一章 (第2/3页)

好像熏倒了，那我现在是在哪？我这个狗身子里难道藏着一个梦境中的世界么？

    Purpleblackbloodflowedoutoftheneedletube，whichmadethetastemorefishy.Mymotherwaswearingapairofleathergloves，andherfacewascoveredwithabrownfacetowel.Sheusedajartoreleasetheblood.

    Eldersister‘sfingersandwristsarelikenoodles.Isthepoisonbeginningtocorrodeherbones.

    It‘stoofast!

    IfeldersisterbecomesakitemanIcan‘timagine!Mymother‘sforeheadexudesdensesweatbeads.Sheisoldandmybodyislyingnextdoor.Nowmyeldersisterispoisoned.Originally，thisfamilyistheoldandtheyoung.Shecanhelpmymotherduringthetrip.Now

    AuntChen，mymotherusedtoturnaroundandshouttotheoutsideZhongBopromisedtocometothedoor，andhismotherpausedforamoment，rememberingthatAuntChenwasgone，andhereyeswerered.ZhongBo，gotoDaliroomandbringhisnanfostaff.

    “Nanfostaff“Iheardthenameofmystickforthefirsttime，butitstillhasanameIt‘sveryunusual.

    Atthistime，Zhongbohastakenthestick.Whenmymothertookouttheoldsister‘sfananddressedAuntChen‘sbody，Iremindedmymothertopickitup(thatfanistheoldsister‘streasure，don‘tloseit)

    Shakingoutashortbladefromthefan，mymotherbegantoscratchmystickwiththeknife，ehMom，whatareyoudoingDon‘tcallmeXiaohui.Mymothersaidsomethingtome.

    Alas，asadog，Istilldon‘thaveconsciousness.Mymotherscrapedsomesawdustfrommystick，poureditintoabowlofboilingwater，tookoutaporcelainbottle，pouredoutapillandmelteditintothewater，tookoutapackagefromunderthepillowattheheadofthebed，andtookoutawoodenboxinit(thesameasthewoodenboxwheremysisterputeggs).

    Takeoutalongandthinbambootubeinit，takeoutaincenseinit，carefullysmeartheremainingwoodchipsontheincense，ignitetheincense，insertitonthesideoftheeldersister‘shead，andswallowapillbyyourself.

    Ican‘ttellwhatit‘slike，andthesmokeonitisnotfloatingup，butfloatinghorizontallyaroundtheoldsister‘sbody!

    It‘samazing.Momhassomanygoodthings.IcanoperatethemifIdon‘thavethetechnology.IcangetupifIcan‘t.

    BeforeIcontinuetothinkaboutit，myheadsuddenlyfaintsandIlieontheground.Atlast，Ihearmymother‘svoice.Itseemsthatit‘sfaraway.Iforgetyou‘restillhere，andI‘llbefineaftertwohours‘sleep.

    Isee.Thisistheincenseofanesthesia

    It‘sagrayplace，Ican‘tseetheskyandtheground，Ican‘tseethedistance，Ican‘tseemyself，soIwalkwithignorance，Idon‘tknowhowlongIhavewalked，howfarIh