On the third day after I came here, I found that I had a supermarket in my mind.
The shelves are always full and the lights in the pharmacy are always on. But it took me a whole year before I dared to pick up the second item - the first was a packet of salt to replenish the pickle jar.
Later, I used it to save people, use it to support my life, and use it to make my life full of poverty and nothing.
Never been discovered.
Except Sunken Shore.
That year his fever reached 40 degrees Celsius, so I had no choice but to take a fever-reducing medicine.
He gave me a look before swallowing, and that look was more important than anything he said.
After the college entrance examination, marriage, and childbirth, he never mentioned the pill again.
Until the son turned out to be eighteen years old, he dug out the iron box, held up a white capsule and asked, "Mom, what is this?"
Before I could speak, Shen An poked his head out of the kitchen:
"Your mother used that medicine to save your father's life. Take it with cold water, it's very bitter."
He paused and then retracted: "Just that one time. Later, when she stole things, I was the one covering her up."
