The father was once an accountant of a grain depot. The Chinese common people's desire for food in the 1960s and 70s, is like some people's desire to win the lottery today. In those days, eating was always the most concerning topic. Father has already set off with his daughter. Tingting thought she could finally see Aqiang, who she thinks about day and night. They walked on the country road, through the jungle, across the stream, over the little bridge they would never forget all their lives. After a long time, the father said to the daughter, "There ahead is Aqiang's home." Tingting looked at the direction her father pointed to, and saw a shabby house. Tingting approached the house step by step. She pushed Aqiang's door open with trembling hands and found that Aqiang had aged a lot. He had a lot of beards, messy hair like a madman, and spoke crazily, making it unbearable to watch such a painful scene. Tears involuntarily rolled down Tingting's cheeks. Her father standing beside her couldn't bear to see his daughter live in such pain any longer. His face suddenly became solemn. He said to his daughter, "I know an old doctor who might cure his disease, but this old doctor lives deep in the mountains. Let me take him there."
Then came the sacrifices on the seventh day, the seventeenth day, the twenty-seventh day, the thirty-seventh day, the forty-ninth day, the hundredth day, the anniversary, and the Qingming Festival.
After growing up, our western neighbor had an old man over eighty years old. His son did not betray his parents' expectations and often told me about my grandfather with admiration.
What I feared most was when others asked her questions. When no one asked her, she felt as relaxed as a criminal escaping the death penalty. Rui Zi ran for a very long time, sat on a chair by the roadside, and didn't realize when tears streamed down her face.
But these hands were always unskillful. "Hearing mom say this, I always wondered what exactly this "fear" was.
Gradually, when I was ten years old, an incident made me finally understand that mom's "fear" was not real fear, but love for me.
Recalling the past dozen or so springs and autumns, thinking about the past bits and pieces, I realized that you had great hopes for me, and these hopes were still for my future happiness.
But when I think of you sitting next to me, how would you feel if I cried? I didn't cry.
"You are the only one who knows what your mother looks like when she is disappointed and lonely."
"I have nothing more to say," I cannot see the despair and loneliness on my mother's face at the other end of the phone.
Years later, after I left home, I gradually understood that my mother's "fear" was actually not real fear, but her love for me.
At home, he always cooked and kept it warm in the pot so that you would have hot food to eat when you came back.
When love degenerates into a tacit game between men and women, and participants proceed according to the rules and procedures of the e-era, it has lost the essence of "love", and the resulting "emotion" is just a shell dressed in the guise of love. This kind of "love" is naturally difficult for both parties to take seriously.
"I don't believe I can't learn it."
Now I have been away from home for six years.
Since I left home, no matter where I am, every night you watch TV, you will definitely check the weather forecast of the city where I am, so as to remind me of the changes in the weather more conveniently.
Because you have a fire in your heart, which is the love for your daughter!
My college is even farther from home.
After dragging until April 23, 2001, Zhang Huilan first heard the term "grade II rectal adenocarcinoma" when her husband returned from the People's Hospital of Enshi Prefecture. She didn't know it was cancer, but she read from her husband's expression what "grade II rectal adenocarcinoma" really meant.
At an age when one should be carefree and playful, I began to ruminate on life and death.
Later, I learned naval tactics and excelled in them. The two major army groups of the navy jointly recommended Tian Song for the rank of Major General in the General Political Department.
Listening to this story, I couldn't help but shed tears for this mother, and for all mothers around the world.
In the end, I successfully defended my love. At the moment I accompanied him to leave home, I only felt a sense of liberation and success, and never thought about my mother wiping tears behind me and having sleepless nights.
And how much I want to go back to the past, to see the smile that you almost never showed to outsiders, and laughingly praise your grandson Amin as the most understanding child.