Accompanied

Wandering over the ground - I spit.

A terrible fishbone, slanting into my throat, prompted me to open my mouth, in order not to be stabbed by it, but not spit.

Grandma was so scared that her grandfather was still calm and swallowed.

"Go to the hospital," Grandpa got up and put the dishes in the sink. Launched its classic car, "I also go," Grandma set a piece of clothes and rushed to the car.

Grandpa drove fast, and the car made a loud noise. The sky and the clear sky came to the plane to wear the rumble of Tianyu. It was thick and harsh, like the suppression of enduring for a long time.

I feel that I have to work with the fishbone in my life. I hope the doctor can use it.

Soon after arriving at the Fourth People's Hospital, it was still the same, but I came to be a patient and not a family member who had jumped in the past. Grandpa queued up for registration and waited for a long time.

I feel that I am going to die - as long as the fishbone is still there. It is like a locust, sucking the roots of the plant: it is like giving a genius 0 score, full of ridicule and treacherous. I feel that the world is beautiful, but only I am full of gloomy molecules. I quietly cover the door that can't be locked, and I can't help feeling a little powerless and confused. No one can help me, no one understands how painful a girl is closing her mouth. The ceiling was torn and cracked, revealing a ripple. I would rather have a fever, a cold, and not like this.

Grandma sat next to me, muttering something, and then said that this fishbone is not as good as stabbing her old woman's throat...

It’s finally my turn. The female doctor lit up the alcohol lamp, sprayed me an anesthetic, and asked me to open a mouth with a "one." But unfortunately, the fishbone can't see it at all, and tomorrow will do the laryngoscope.

Everyone is silent, they are very sad, I don't want them to be like this.

When the coldness of the next day enveloped me, I was staring at the moon and muttering—the morning was really thrilling, the white bed sheets were so awkward, but fortunately with my grandmother, their tools were too scary. Especially the fire that wiped the alcohol lamp, I thought they would use fire to reach my throat, but, however, the position of the fishbone was finally found, otherwise it would be like the grandmother said, the gods could not get it.

They are very happy, just like the whispering swallow, telling joy.

It is accompanied, the temperature of love melts the hard fishbone, I hope we can always be with you.

The second day: Lu Yijia