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1筐里猪菜还没割满,娘就回家了。娘一手挎着筐,一手攥把镰刀,散着头发,东倒西歪地扑向院子。娘的脸煞白煞白,像纸。娘的样子让宝阳心里猛一抖,扭头往娘身后望,没见有人追娘,回过头对娘说,娘,又没人撵你,你跑恁快做什么?筐里的草还没满呢。娘腿下一软,蹲在门槛上,不说话,只扑哧扑哧地喘气。镰刀横在门槛上,筐滚了三尺远,猪菜像一堆内脏,从筐里流出来。娘粗重的气喘里夹着哼哼声,嘴唇蠕动着,想说话。宝阳大声地喊爹,没人应,这才知道爹不在屋;抬手试娘的额头,不热。娘伸手把宝阳的手打过去,一手捂住心口,齿缝里挤出
1 basket of pig food not yet full, mother to go home. Mother handful of a basket, one hand gripping the sickle, scattered hair, eastward crouched toward the yard. Mother’s face pale, like paper. Mother look like Meng Bao Yang heart flick, turned around to look back at her mother, did not see someone chasing mother, turned back to her mother said, mother, no one 撵 you, what are you running? Quickly? Basket of grass yet It is full. Niangqiu a soft, squatting on the threshold, do not speak, just Puchi flutter to gasping. Sickles cross the threshold, baskets rolled three feet away, pigs like a pile of internal organs, out of the basket. Naughty mother with a thick snoring hum, lips wriggled, want to talk. Bao Yang loudly shouting father, no one should, this did not know the father is not in the house; raise his hand the mother’s forehead, not hot. Mother hand Baoyang hand hit in the past, hand over his heart, teeth out in the gap