"Road Angel" is a work with a gentle rhythm, a deep style and a tragic color.
Painting: Xie Shuyi
The strong light of the car was directly on Dulia's body, and she was holding a man's hand, so she quickly avoided it, but the relentless lights were chasing her...
At the moment, her husband, Osman, was looking at her with schadenfreude. She felt a pang of dizziness. She closed her eyes so as not to see everything that was happening around her. When she opened her eyes, Duria—the angel of the road—had disappeared into the darkness of the road.
That night, Lai Difa had not slept all night, and she stood behind the window and looked at the family on the other side, waiting for Dulia to return. But she didn't come back. At dawn, Duria returned in a taxi, as her aunt used to do.
She got out of the car, twisted from side to side, and could hardly even walk the road from the courtyard wall to the doorway. After a while there was a faint light in her room. The streets were once again shrouded in a terrible silence.
The next morning, As Lai Difa was having breakfast with her husband, Duria walked into their house and said hello to them. But Oxman shouted at her, "You get me out!" Duria stood still like a wooden chicken, unable to say a word.
Uthman pointed to the door and shouted, "People like you can't get in the door of my house!" You just mix in the willow alley of the flower street! scram! Duria whispered tremblingly, "Uncle, I deserve your words, but..." She bowed her head and went out crying.
In the evening, Dulia took Ousman out of the house and came to Lydyfa again. She grabbed Lai Difa's hand and kissed it vigorously, tears flowing. After a long silence, Lai Difa asked, "Child, why do you want to do that?" ”
Duria choked up, "Forgive me, aunt." This is the last time I have come to you, please don't be upset about the help you have done to me in the past. Allah know exactly what it was that propelled me into Willow Lane, Flower Street. ”
After Dulia left, she never came again. But Cassima's illness dragged on for a long time, and it was not cured for more than a year. But Lai DiFa sometimes saw Duria in the morning or when she came back at dawn.
One day, Lai Difa heard that Dulia had acute pneumonia and rushed to Cassima's house. Cassima pressed her ear and said, "Duria has been asking about you since the day she lay down. She wants to see you, Mrs. Le Difa. It's just that we don't dare contact you. ”
Cassima led her to the sick girl's bedroom, only to see Duria lying on the bed, yellow-skinned and gaunt. As soon as she saw Lai Difa, she said, "Auntie, I think I'm going to die, and I only hope for one thing..."
Lai Difa bent down and asked, "Son, what's the matter?" "I'm going to die before you, in your house... If I come out of your house, the neighbors will follow me to give me a funeral, can you promise, aunt? ”
Lai Difa also considered taking her to his home. She hurriedly sent someone to invite Dr. Suleiman, who came into the house to diagnose Duria.
Then Uthman also came. Le Difa took his cold hand and pressed it to his ear and said, "Osman, we have no children, go in and see her!" Uthman bowed his head and went into the house.
After a while, Uthman stepped out and whispered in a trembling voice, "There is no hope, Le difa!" ”
Lai DiFa was in a terrible pain...
The crowd held a funeral for Duria.