Looking at the master mother full of wounds, I could not come back to my senses for a long time.
The dream last night, can't it be true?
In a trance, Sifu's annoyed voice rang out from in front of me.
"Have you seen enough?"
I woke up with a start, only to find that Shifu was already dressed and walking up to me.
I asked subconsciously.
"Sifu, the injuries on your body ..."
Shifu's eyes flushed red, large teardrops slid down her cheeks, she gritted her teeth and said to me.
"Stop pretending and get out!"
The teacher pushed me out of the door, I was unsteady on my feet and sat on the floor, the noodles in my hand spilled on my chest, burning my teeth and grinning.
Boom!
The bedroom door was closed.
I cleaned up the dishes and returned to the kitchen, took off my jacket and saw that the skin on my chest was all red and hot and painful.
I rushed to take cool water to rinse, but the cure is not the root cause, one does not rinse water, still hot and painful.
I rushed back to my room and took out a small porcelain bottle from the drawer, the porcelain bottle is a kind of juice squeezed with medicinal herbs, whether it is a bruise and sprain or burns, as long as you apply it, it will soon heal.
I think about it as I smear the medicine.
The wounds on Shifu's body are very new, at a glance is just beaten, could it be that Shifu did it?
But my impression of the master, although usually unsmiling, but not violent ah, I made a mistake, he would only scold me a few words.
I can't understand, thinking about whether to wait for the master back to ask him, but the thought that if I ask, the master will certainly know that I looked at the body of the mother, he is good temper, but also have to take a stick to draw me.
Apply the medicine, I was about to put the medicine bottle back in place, for some reason, my eyes in front of me, the master's eyes with tears, the poor look.
I hesitated and ran to the kitchen to put down a new bowl of noodles, still full, and covered with a fried egg.
I did not want to care about her, but the thought of a young mother married to a 60-year-old master, more or less with me a little relationship, I have some heart.
I once again came to the door of the Master's wife and knocked again with a feeling of apprehension.
I knocked three times before the door opened.
Shifu stared into my eyes with a look of anger, I did not dare to look directly at her and lowered my head to look at my feet.
"Shifu, you haven't eaten much since last night, you'd better take a bite!"
Shifu did not say anything back, the atmosphere was awkward and made me feel twice as tormented.
I pulled the pill bottle out of my pocket and stammered.
"This is ... medicine for traumatic injuries ... can ... work."
Shifu was finally the one who opened her mouth.
"Put it on the table."
I rushed into the house, put the noodles and medicine on the table, and then ran out again with my head down.
"Sifu, when you're done eating, I'll clean up the dishes."
"No, I'll clean up after myself."
After saying that, the door of the house clanged shut again.
That's when I dared to look up, with a sense of relief in my heart.
When cooking at noon, the kitchen countertop, there is a pair of water-stained dishes, there is no food residue in the trash can, I think that bowl of noodles master mother ate a clean.
I stir-fried two dishes, one meat and one vegetarian, and when they were ready, I put them together on a plate and took a yun (tng, meaning heated) steamed bun from the steamer and sent it over to Shifu together.
This time, I only knocked twice, and Shifu opened the door.
As in the morning, Sifu told me to put the dishes on the table inside the house, but spoke in a much better tone than before.
When brushing shoulders with Shifu, I smelled the faint scent of herbs on her.
In the evening, the master came back, he bought back a brand new horse whip, and a majestic rooster, and put it in the yard to keep.
Shifu finally came out of the bedroom, but after dinner, she was brought back in by Shifu.
After putting away the dishes, I went back to bed and fell asleep, and I had that strange dream again.
In the dream, the master mother pointed to the bruised body, grimacing and questioning me.
"Chen Jiu, why didn't you save me!"
I woke up again and ran to the kitchen to find water to drink when I heard that suppressed cry again.
It was Shifu, and her voice was very painful, as if she was undergoing some kind of torture.
What are Master and Shifu, doing in the room?
I couldn't resist my curiosity and quietly went to their bedroom door.
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
The sound of whips swinging came from the room, and at this moment I finally knew where Shifu's body full of injuries came from, although I could not see the scene inside the house, but I can imagine that Shifu must be holding a newly purchased whip, ruthlessly beating Shifu.
He shouted in a fierce tone as he hit.
"I'll beat you to death, you fox chaser!"
I was shocked, I grew up, I have never seen such a fierce master, all these years in my heart to establish the amiable image of the master, collapsed.
Listening to Shifu's screams, I couldn't bear it in my heart and wanted to rush in to stop Shifu's atrocities, but I chickened out in the face of Shifu, who had become a completely different person.
Besides, Master said he married his daughter-in-law to protect my life, what qualification do I have to point the finger.
I could only quietly retreat to my room and cover my head with the blanket.
I couldn't hear the sound, but I couldn't sleep until dawn.
Master went out early in the morning, I got up and went to the village doctor first to buy some herbs, came back to boil themselves into ointment, and cooked a bowl of noodles, together with the master sent to the mother.
When I left, I stole a glance at Shifu, her face and the tear marks left by last night's crying.
The next few days, the master went out early in the morning and came back only at dark.
He abused his mentor every night, sometimes beating her until midnight.
My heart aches for Shifu, and I can't figure out why Shifu would lay such a cruel hand on such a beautiful daughter-in-law, but I can't do anything about it.
On the seventh day of Shifu's entrance, I delivered food and medicine to Shifu as usual after Shifu left, and this time, Shifu called me.
"I can't put medicine on my back by myself, so help me!"
I was stunned speechless, to help the master mother anointed medicine, that is not to ...
Shifu put the medicine bottle into my hand, then turned her back to me and took off her clothes.
A scarred back, reflected in my eyes, the back of the master's wife, as if lying dozens of earthworms, very frightening.
Old wounds have been purple and black, new wounds still with blood marks, look at my hand holding the medicine are trembling.
The Master's voice rang out.
"Don't stand still, help me apply the medicine."
"Hey!"
I poured the ointment on my finger and gently applied it to Shifu's wound. My strength was light, but when my finger touched her, she still trembled with pain.
"Sifu, hold back."
At this moment, there is not a single distraction in my heart, only heartache, and guilt.
If it wasn't for me, how could Sister suffer such abuse.
After smearing the medicine, Shifu put on her clothes, and this time, it was time for me to leave.
I took two steps outward, stopped again, and turned back to Shifu.
"Shifu, why don't you run! There is a bus stop just outside the village, and Master will only return in the evening, so if you run faster, he will definitely not find you."
Shifu's face, showing an unexpected expression, she walked up to me and stared into my eyes for a while, staring at my face a little hot.
She reached out her right hand and placed it on my face, rubbing it gently.
"You are a man worthy of trust, it's just a pity that it's a scapegoat ..."