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p; Purpleblackbloodflowedoutoftheneedletube，whichmadethetastemorefishy.Mymotherwaswearingapairofleathergloves，andherfacewascoveredwithabrownfacetowel.Sheusedajartoreleasetheblood.
Eldersister‘sfingersandwristsarelikenoodles.Isthepoisonbeginningtocorrodeherbones.
It‘stoofast!
IfeldersisterbecomesakitemanIcan‘timagine!Mymother‘sforeheadexudesdensesweatbeads.Sheisoldandmybodyislyingnextdoor.Nowmyeldersisterispoisoned.Originally，thisfamilyistheoldandtheyoung.Shecanhelpmymotherduringthetrip.Now
AuntChen，mymotherusedtoturnaroundandshouttotheoutsideZhongBopromisedtocometothedoor，andhismotherpausedforamoment，rememberingthatAuntChenwasgone，andhereyeswerered.ZhongBo，gotoDaliroomandbringhisnanfostaff.
“Nanfostaff“Iheardthenameofmystickforthefirsttime，butitstillhasanameIt‘sveryunusual.
Atthistime，Zhongbohastakenthestick.Whenmymothertookouttheoldsister‘sfananddressedAuntChen‘sbody，Iremindedmymothertopickitup(thatfanistheoldsister‘streasure，don‘tloseit)
Shakingoutashortbladefromthefan，mymotherbegantoscratchmystickwiththeknife，ehMom，whatareyoudoingDon‘tcallmeXiaohui.Mymothersaidsomethingtome.
Alas，asadog，Istilldon‘thaveconsciousness.Mymotherscrapedsomesawdustfrommystick，poureditintoabowlofboilingwater，tookoutaporcelainbottle，pouredoutapillandmelteditintothewater，tookoutapackagefromunderthepillowattheheadofthebed，andtookoutawoodenboxinit(thesameasthewoodenboxwheremysisterputeggs).
Takeoutalongandthinbambootubeinit，takeoutaincenseinit，carefullysmeartheremainingwoodchipsontheincense，ignitetheincense，insertitonthesideoftheeldersister‘shead，andswallowapillbyyourself.
Ican‘ttellwhatit‘slike，andthesmokeonitisnotfloatingup，butfloatinghorizontallyaroundtheoldsister‘sbody!
It‘samazing.Momhassomanygoodthings.IcanoperatethemifIdon‘thavethetechnology.IcangetupifIcan‘t.
BeforeIcontinuetothinkaboutit，myheadsuddenlyfaintsandIlieontheground.Atlast，Ihearmymother‘svoice.Itseemsthatit‘sfaraway.Iforgetyou‘restillhere，andI‘llbefineaftertwohours‘sleep.
Isee.Thisistheincenseofanesthesia
It‘sagrayplace，Ican‘tseetheskyandtheground，Ican‘tseethedistance，Ican‘tseemyself，soIwalkwithignorance，Idon‘tknowhowlongIhavewalked，howfarIhavegone，itseemsthatIdon‘thaveanyconsciousness.
Thereseemstobeabeamoflightbehindme.Iturnaroundsubconsciouslyandlook.It‘satreebehindme.Therearesomebluelightstripesonthetree.Thosestripesflash.
Iwalkedslowly，andthelightonthetreewasmoreandmorebright.Isawapeachononeofthebranches.Ireachedforit.WhenItouchedthepeach，Isawmyself.ThatwaswhenIwenttoschool.
Ridinga28‘sbike，andmybrothermaozitogetherafterschool，fastpedalingonthebike，therearesomepotholesintheroad，thebikepassesbyverybumpy，whatdoyouandmybrothersaytogether，happysmile，withthepotholesonthebackofthebag，bumpingontheback.
IlooklikeI‘m14or15yearsold.Ishouldbeinjuniorhighschool.I‘mshockedandIthinkofit!ThisisadreamIhadinthethirddayofmyjunioryear.It‘salwaysdarkinmydream.Iwenttoschoolwithmaoziafterschoolandsenthimhomefirst.
Hisfamilylivedinasingleyardinthepassengerstation.Later，Icameoutandrodetomyhome.Itwasdarkasifitrainedagain.Thereweremanypuddlesontheground.Irodeandrodeallthetime，butIcouldn‘tgetbackhome.Later，whenIwastired，Iwantedtofindmaozi，soIsuddenlyrodetothepassengertransportstation.IletgoofmyhandandrealizedthatIwasawake.
Ilookedaroundatthespace.Thegrayplaceseemedtobefloatingwithgrayfog.Icouldn‘tseethegroundundermyfeet，soIdidn‘tknowwhetherIwasstandingonthegroundorfloating.
Infrontofmeisthepeachtree.Myhandhasjusttouchedapeach.Thatpeachisadreamofmychildhood.It‘saverystrangedream.Idon‘trememberitforalongtime，butwhenIjusttoucheditwithmyhand，Iwentintothatdreamagain.
Atthattime，themoodandfeelinginthedreamcameback!
WhereisthisWhatisthistreeWhydoyoucomehereHowcanyouhaveapeachtreewithyourdream!
WhenIlookedup，thebluelightonthetreewasmoreandmorebright，andtherewerealotofpeachesonthebranch，butIcouldtouchanypeacheswithouttheinfluenceofheightandbranchposition.
Ibelievethismustbeamiraclebelongingtome.Noonecanfindallthedreamshehasmadeinhislife.Idon‘tknowthemeaningofthisthing，becauseIdon‘tknowwhereitis，butIcanfindallthedreamshehasmade.Thisfeelingisreallyamazing!
Ifeelthetrunkofthetree.Thetreeisverycold.Itfeelsreal.Thecoolfeelingispassedtothearmthroughthefingers.Thebarkisverysmooth，alittlelikemetal，withirregulardarkcolor.
Isawwhatwaswrongwiththepositionoftherootofthetree.Ilookedcarefullyandfoundthat