Leg disease
Lao Li sells rat poison on this street. Get up early every morning, wear a military uniform, wear a military cap, gird your waist, and ride a 28 bicycle to go out, with a piece of cardboard pinned in front of the handlebars, with a few block letters written on it in blue chalk—“Selling Rat Poison”, and the thin strokes are stuck on the Intermittent in the folds of the cardboard.
In the past two days, Lao Li has not set up a stall, and has been walking around in circles at home like a donkey pulling a mill. Because the events of the past two days are always running in front of his eyes like two legs have grown. Running while eating, watching TV, and running on the recliner. upset.
Just two days ago, I was selling medicine on the street and saw a thief stealing a woman's wallet. I forgot whether it was the left leg or the right leg that went up first. Anyway, I took a step, and then the horses galloped, my head buzzed, and my foot was resting... As soon as I thought of this, Lao Li slammed. Slap your own thigh, like slapping a nasty flower mosquito to death.
He took off his military uniform, washed his shirt and trousers, wiped his military cap again and again, wiped away his mind, poured water in a basin, and stumbled as soon as he lifted his leg, and heard a voice saying, huh, it's his right leg .
turned out to be his left leg talking.
Went to the terrace to dry clothes, just stepped on one leg, and heard another sound, hum, it's the left leg.
The right leg is talking back.
No one wants to admit who delayed catching the thief that day. When the two legs are angry, no one cares about the other. This made Lao Li suffer. He slept all night, his legs were numb, like two firewood sticks on his waist. I had a CT scan and there was no problem with the cerebral blood vessels.
Lao Li was so nervous that he had to massage and apply hot compresses for a whole afternoon. That kind of unsteady feeling, as if is stepping on stilts and .
Lao Li stared at these two legs, they were not like human legs, but like a pair of table legs, the more he looked at them, the more angry they were, they were not as good as table legs.Even if it is warm, cunning, and guilty, but they are spread on the kang in a slow, tepid manner. In the afternoon of
, the doctor came to acupuncture and said, don't be afraid of this, you used to be in the army, what's so scary, practice hard, practice well, and then go out, you are still a pair of good legs from the army.
really? Old Li's eyes were wet.
Left, right, left, right... Slowly, the legs recovered, and they could kick up and down with flexibility. Lao Li regained his spirits, put on his military uniform again, and set off again with a bicycle. He said that the old soldiers are old and strong, and no one can lose the chain again.
——Reprint "The Archipelago Small Novel"
