The full text of Lu Xun's Medicine

In the second half of autumn, the moon went down and the sun didn't come out, leaving only a blue sky; Everything fell asleep except the things that traveled at night. Hua Laoshuan suddenly sat up, struck a match and lit a greasy lamp. The two rooms in the teahouse were filled with blue and white light. "Xiao Shuan's father, are you going?" This is the voice of an old woman. In the small room inside, there was also a cough. "hmm." Old Shuan listened and answered, buttoning his clothes; Hold out your hand and say, "Give it to me". Aunt Hua dug under the pillow for a long time, took out a bag of foreign currency and gave it to Lao Shuan. Old Shuan took it, put it in his pocket and pressed it twice outside. He lit a lamp, blew it out and went to the back room. In that room, I heard a creaking sound, followed by a cough. Old Shuan waited for him to calm down before he whispered, "Xiao Shuan ... don't get up." ..... the store? Your mother will arrange it. " Old An Shu heard his son stop talking and hoped that he could sleep peacefully. He went out into the street. There is nothing in the dark street except a gray road, so I can see it clearly. The light shone on his feet and he walked in tandem. Sometimes I meet several dogs and don't bark. The weather is much colder than in the house; Old An Shu felt refreshed, as if once he became a teenager, he had magical power and the ability to give life to others, and his stride was exceptionally high. And the road is getting clearer and the sky is getting brighter and brighter. Old Shuan was walking intently when he was startled and saw a T-shaped street in the distance, which was obviously horizontal. He stepped back and found a shop with a closed door. He jumped under the eaves and stood by the door. For a while, I felt a little cold. Hum, old man "I'm glad ..." Old Shuan was taken aback again. When he opened his eyes, several people passed by him. One looked back at him, not very clear, but he looked like a long-term hungry man who saw food, and his eyes shone with a light of snatch. Old Shuan, look at this lantern. It's out. Press the pocket, the hard one is still there. Looking up to both sides, I saw many strangers wandering there in twos and threes like ghosts; After reading it again, I can't see anything else. After a while, I saw several soldiers walking over there; There is a big white circle before and after the clothes, which can be seen clearly in the distance. Walking in front of them, you can also see the dark red edge on the clothes. -a burst of footsteps, blink of an eye, has embraced a large group of people. Those people in twos and threes also suddenly cooperated into a pile, and the tide moved forward; When we reached the T-junction, we suddenly stood up and formed a semicircle. Old Shuan also looked over there and only saw the backs of a bunch of people; The neck stretched out very long, as if many ducks were held up by invisible hands. It was quiet for a while, as if there was a little movement, then it shook again, and with a bang, it all retreated; Scattered all the way to the place where Old Bolt stood, and almost pushed him down. "ah! Pay in one hand and deliver in one hand! " A man in black stood in front of the old bolt and looked like two knives, stabbing the old bolt in half. The man stretched out a big hand to him; Holding a bright red steamed bread in one hand, it is still dripping bit by bit. Old Shuan hurriedly pulled out the foreign currency and gave it to him trembling, but he was afraid to pick up his things. The man was in a hurry and cried, "What are you afraid of? Why not take it! " Old An Shu is still hesitating; The black man grabbed the lantern, tore off the paper cover, wrapped the steamed bread and stuffed the old bolt; Grab the foreign currency in one hand, pinch it and turn around. Humming, "This old thing ..." "Who is this for?" Old Shuan seemed to hear someone ask him, but he didn't agree. His spirit is now only on a bag, as if holding a baby that has been handed down for ten generations, and everything else is ignored. Now he is going to transplant the new life in this bag to his home and gain a lot of happiness. The sun also came out; There is a road leading to his home, and behind it are four yellow gold-lettered "ancient pavilions" on the broken plaque on T-street. When the parents got home, the shop had already been cleaned up, and the rows of tea tables were slippery and shiny. But there are no guests; Only Xiao Shuan sat at the table in the back row to eat. Sweat rolled down his forehead and his jacket stuck to his spine. His two shoulder blades stand out high, and they are printed as an "8" in Yang Wen. Seeing this, Lao Shuan frowned. His woman, running out from under the stove, her eyes open and her lips trembling. "Come on?" "Come on." Two people went into the kitchen together and discussed for a while; Aunt Hua went out and soon came back with an old lotus leaf and spread it on the table. Old Shuan also turned on the light and wrapped the red steamed bread with lotus leaves. Xiao Shuan also finished eating, and his mother quickly said, "Xiao Shuan-sit down and don't come over." Old Shuan put a green bag and a broken red and white lantern into the stove while rectifying the stove fire; When red and black flames passed by, the shop room was filled with a strange smell. "It smells good! What snacks do you have? " This is the hunchback of the Fifth Young Master. This man always spends his days in the teahouse every day, coming the earliest and leaving the latest. At this time, he just skipped to the table in the corner of the street and sat down to ask questions, but no one answered him. "Fried rice porridge?" Still no answer. Old Shuan hurried out to make tea for him. "Come in, Shuan!" Aunt Hua called Xiao Shuan into the back room, put a stool in the middle and Xiao Shuan sat down. His mother brought a plate of black and round things and said softly, "Eat it-you will be fine." Xiao Shuan picked up this black thing and looked at it for a while, as if he were holding his own life, and he couldn't say how strange it was. Carefully opened, there was a white gas in the coke skin, and the white gas dispersed, which was two and a half white steamed buns. -there is not much time, it is all in my stomach, but I have forgotten what it tastes like; There is only an empty plate left in front of me. Next to him stood his father and his mother, both of whom looked as if they were going to inject him with something and take something out; I couldn't help my heart pounding, pressing my chest and coughing again. Get some sleep.-it'll be fine. Xiao Shuan coughed and fell asleep according to his mother's words. Aunt Hua waited for him to catch his breath and calm down before gently covering him with a quilt full of patches. There are many people sitting in the third shop, and Lao Shuan is also busy, holding big copper pots and making tea for the guests one by one; Both eyes are surrounded by black lines. "Old Shuan, are you a little uncomfortable? -Are you sick? " A man with a gray beard said. "no" "no? -I want to laugh happily, but it's not like ... "Gray beard canceled his words. "Old Shuan is just busy. If his son ... "Humpty-backed five young master words not to say that finish, suddenly broke into a juryman, wearing a dark black cloth unlined upper garment, buttons scattered, with a wide dark black belt, casually tied at the waist. Just as he entered the door, he shouted to Lao Shuan, "Have you eaten? Are you ready? Old Shuan, you are so lucky! You are very lucky, if it weren't for my information spirit ... "Old Shuan held the teapot in one hand and hung it respectfully in the other; Listen with a smile. The full house listened respectfully. Aunt Hua, with dark eyes, smiled and sent out a tea bowl with an olive in it, which the old bolt went to flush. "This is wrapped! This is different. You think, bring it while it is hot and eat it while it is hot. " Jurors just yell. "Really, if it weren't for Kang Dashu's concern, how could this happen ..." Aunt Hua also thanked him gratefully. "Wrap, wrap! Eat this while it is hot. This kind of human blood steamed bread, what consumption! " Aunt Hua's face changed a little when she heard the word "consumption", and she seemed a little unhappy; But he immediately smiled and walked away. This Kang Dashu didn't notice, but raised his voice. He just let out a cry and let Xiao Shuan, who was sleeping inside, cough together. "So your little bolt met such good luck. Naturally, the disease is completely cured; No wonder Lao Shuan smiles all day. " Gray-haired, he approached Uncle Kang and asked humbly, "Uncle Kang, I heard that one of the prisoners who died today was a child of the Xia family. Whose child is that? What is it? " "Whose? Isn't this grandma Si Xia's son? That little guy! " Uncle Kang was very happy to see all the people pricking up their ears to listen to him. His mind is full of chess pieces now, and his voice is louder. "This little thing is not bad, so don't. I didn't get any benefits this time; Even the stripped clothes were taken away by Ayi, a red-eyed prisoner. -first, it depends on uncle's luck; Secondly, Master Xia San gave twenty-five taels of snow-white silver and kept it for himself without spending a penny. " Xiao Shuan slowly walked out of the small room, put his hands on his chest and kept coughing; Go under the stove, serve a bowl of cold rice, soak in hot water and sit down to eat. Aunt Hua followed him and asked softly, "Xiao Shuan, are you better?" -Are you still hungry? ...... ""Wrap it up, wrap it up! " Kang Dashu caught a glimpse of Xiao Shuan, but he turned to them and said, "Xia San is really a good character. If he doesn't sue the officer first, he will even be beheaded. What about now? Silver! -this little thing is really nothing! Locked in Laurie, I have to persuade the prisoner to rebel. " "Ah, that's not bad. "A man in his twenties sitting in the back row looked very angry." You know, red-eyed Ayi went to the license plate number, but chatted with him. He said: This big world belongs to all of us. You think: is this human talk? Red-eye knew that there was only one old lady in his family, but he was too poor to squeeze any oil and water, and he was furious. If he wants to catch the tiger's head, give him two mouths! ""Brother Yi is a good fist stick. These two pens must be enough for him. "The hunchback in the corner suddenly became happy." He is not afraid of this bitch, but he has to say that he is very poor. " The white-bearded man said, "What's the pity of hitting this thing?" Kang Dashu disdained him and said with a smile, "You didn't hear what I said; Look at his air, which means aunt is pitiful! " Listen to the person's eyes, suddenly some dull; Words also paused. Xiao Shuan has finished his meal, sweating profusely and steaming on his head. "O yi poor-crazy, is crazy. "Grey beard said with an epiphany." Crazy. "People in their twenties also suddenly realize. The guests in the shop are laughing again. Xiao Shuan also coughed desperately with excitement; Uncle Kang stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Wrap it up! Sean.-don't cough like that. Wrap it up! " "Crazy." Humpback five young master nodded and said. The ground outside Sixi Pass, near the city root, was originally an official land; There is a narrow road in the middle, which is caused by people greedy for sidewalks, but it has become a natural boundary. On the left side of the road are people who have been sentenced to death and beheaded, and on the right side are the graves of the poor. Both sides are buried in layers, like steamed buns for rich people's birthdays. Qingming is particularly cold this year; The willows spit out half a grain of rice. Before dawn, Aunt Hua sat in front of a new grave on the right, unloaded four dishes and a bowl of rice, and cried. Paper, sitting on the ground; I seem to be waiting for something, but I can't say what I am waiting for. The breeze blew his short hair, which was much whiter than last year. There came another woman on the path, also with half-white hair and tattered clothes; Carry a worn-out red lacquer round basket and hang a string of paper ingots in three steps. Suddenly, when I saw Aunt Hua sitting on the ground looking at her, I hesitated, and my pale face showed some shame. But in the end, I crustily skin of head, walked to a grave on the left and put down my basket. The tomb and the tomb of the small bolt are lined up, only separated by a path. Aunt Hua watched him arrange four dishes and a bowl of rice, standing and crying, melting paper ingots; I thought to myself, "This grave is also a son." The old lady lingered for a while, suddenly her hands and feet trembled, and she staggered back a few steps, only staring blankly. Aunt Hua saw it, fearing that he would go crazy with grief. I couldn't help getting up, crossing the path and whispering to him, "Don't be sad, you old woman-we'd better go back." The man nodded, his eyes still wide; He also whispered, "Look-what do you think this is?" Aunt Hua followed his finger and looked at the grave in front of her. The grass roots on this grave are not completely combined, revealing pieces of loess, which is really ugly. When I looked up carefully again, I was surprised; -There is a circle of red and white flowers around the sharp grave. Their eyes have been presbyopia for many years, but they can still see red and white flowers. Not many flowers, arranged in a circle, not very energetic, but also very neat. Aunt Hua is busy looking at the graves of her son and others, only a few blue and white flowers that are not afraid of cold are scattered; I suddenly feel a sense of loss and emptiness, and I don't want to delve into it. The old woman stepped forward, looked at it carefully and said to herself, "This is rootless, unlike her own. -Who's coming to this place? Children will not come to play; -relatives, my family didn't come recently. -What's going on? " He thought and thought and burst into tears. He said loudly, "Yuer, they wronged you, but you still can't forget it." You are sad, but you showed some spirit today. Do you want me to know? He looked around and saw a crow standing on a bare tree. Then he said, "I see. -on her, pity that they lied to you, they will always get what they deserve in the future, who knows; Close your eyes. -If you are really here, hear me.-Teach this crow to fly to the top of your grave and show it to me. "The breeze has already subsided; The branches of the hay stand upright like copper wires. A trembling voice is getting thinner and thinner in the air, and everything around it is dead. They stood in the withered grass and looked at the crow on their backs. The crow also stood among the straight branches, shrinking its head and casting iron. A lot of time has passed; The number of people who went to the grave gradually increased, and several people, old and young, haunted the earth grave. Aunt Hua somehow seems to have unloaded a heavy burden and thought of leaving. " We'd better go back, "he urged. The old woman sighed and put the food away listlessly; After some hesitation, I finally left slowly. Mouth said to himself, "what's going on? ..... Can't walk twenty or thirty steps, only heard a loud cry of "dumb-"behind. Both of them looked back in horror and saw the crow spreading its wings and crashing down, flying straight into the distant sky like an arrow. 19 19 April.

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① This article was first published in 19 19, the fifth issue of New Youth, Volume VI. Reporter: The character Yu Xia is a metaphor for Qiu Jin, a female revolutionary in the late Qing Dynasty. Shortly after Qiu Jin was killed in Xu Xilin, he was also killed by the Qing government on July 5, 1907. Silver dollar originally flowed into China from foreign countries, so it is commonly known as foreign money; China has been casting silver dollars since the late Qing Dynasty, but people still use this old name. (3) No.1 clothing: refers to the military uniform of soldiers in the Qing Dynasty, with a round white cloth on the front and back, with the words "soldier" or "brave" on it. (4) Red steamed bread: that is, steamed bread dipped in human blood. In ancient superstition, people think that human blood can cure tuberculosis, so executioners use it to defraud money. 5. Burning paper: Paper refers to paper money, a superstitious article, which is considered by the old custom to be used in the "underworld" after the cremation of the deceased. The paper ingot mentioned below is an ingot made of paper or tin foil.