There is a feeling called heartache

Chapter 25 The way home
Can you hear the sound of the wind chimes

Busy work and life may cause us to miss many precious things in life. One day, when we look back inadvertently, we suddenly find that we have lost too many things over the years...

life clock
The friend's father spent the last and longest four hours of his life waiting for his son and hearing his son's voice.Every doctor said it was incredible.

My friend's father was critically ill. My friend called me from abroad and asked me to help him.

I knew what he meant, even with the fastest speed, he could only come back in four hours, and his father could not survive another four hours.When I rushed to the hospital, I saw my friend's father was full of tubes and was breathing rapidly.The bed was surrounded by grieving relatives.

At that time, my friend's father was agitated, his eyes were closed tightly, and his hands were scratching wildly.I heard him slurring his friend's name.

Everyone was looking at me, eyes full of helpless expectation.I walked over, gently grabbed his hand, and I said, it's me, I'm back.

The friend's father immediately quieted down, and his facial expression became serene.But only after a while, he became manic again, he let go of my hand and continued to scratch randomly.

I know, I can't fool him.No one knows his son better than him.

So I told him that his son is still abroad, but he will definitely be back in four hours.I said to my friend's father, I promise.

I saw the terrified eyes of his relatives.

But the friend's father was quiet again, and then his head was tilted in one direction, and one hand was eagerly raised.

I noticed that there was a clock hanging on the wall in that direction.

I told my friend's father that it was ten past one.At ten past five, your son will arrive.

My friend's father put his hand down, and I saw him let out a long sigh of relief. Although his eyes were closed tightly, I seemed to feel his expectant gaze.

Every 10 minutes, I would hold his hand and tell him the time.The four hours are neatly divided into 10 minutes each. Sometimes I feel that he is about to leave, but I am always called back by the 10 minutes one by one.

The friend finally arrived at the hospital, he held his father's hand, he said, it's me, I'm back.

I saw my friend's father shed two tears of satisfaction from his closed eyes, and then left quietly.

The friend's father spent the last and longest four hours of his life waiting for his son and hearing his son's voice.Every doctor said it was incredible.

Later, I thought, if his son can't come back until five hours later, can he continue to survive for an hour?
I think, yes.At the last moment of his life, his family affection made him unable to bear to leave.

Long family affection, the life clock of every person in the world.

(Zhou Hailiang)

The Emotional Bible That Shocked Hundreds of Millions of Hearts Looking at the back of my mother who was bending and staggering forward in the wind and snow, I turned around, and tears fell involuntarily in the wind and snow... In the third year of joining the army, I finally had a home Opportunity to visit relatives.On the way home, looking out the window, the wilderness of the northern country was covered with snow, just like my mother's white hair.It has been three years since I left my mother. When I think of my mother who has worked so hard for most of my life, the waves of emotion begin to roll in the river of memory, and my heart has already flown to the small village on the bank of the Yellow River in Southwest Shandong.

When I was young, my father taught in a school dozens of miles away from home, and he could only come back once a week. The father in my impression was unfamiliar and dignified. Therefore, my sister and I experience more maternal love in memory.At that time, the only income of the family was the monthly salary of tens of yuan from the father, which not only had to treat the elderly grandpa and grandma, but also provided for the third uncle to go to college. Complaints, and those thin shoulders also bear all the housework and most of the farm work.In my memory, my mother was always busy in the farmland, and every time I waited until the sun went down, I dragged my tired body back home. As soon as my mother came home, my sister and I would eagerly ask for food.So, before she could take a breath, she put down the farm tools in her hands and was busy chopping firewood, kneading noodles, lighting a fire, and cooking.My sister, who is two years older than me, just played happily on the sidelines, and occasionally glanced at the busy mother, but I didn't know what to do for the mother who was tired all day.

Under the care and love of my mother, my sister and I grew up day by day, but the mother who gave birth to me and raised me gradually aged in the vicissitudes of life.

The way home seems so long in the longing for my mother.

In the evening, the car finally arrived at the small station in my hometown.The flying snow all over the sky is falling profusely in the air, and the biting cold wind makes strange beast-like screams from time to time, as if tearing something, while the surrounding trees keep shaking in the wind and snow, struggling desperately, and from time to time they hear "click" "With a sound, the broken branch will fall quickly.At this time, the sky had already darkened, and my home was still more than three miles away from the station. What should I do? I was hesitant with two thick luggage bags.

At this time, I vaguely saw an old man standing by the street lamp 30 meters ahead.The old man's body was all white, and the wind and snow ruthlessly blew her silver hair. Her back was still a little hunched, and her upper body was slightly leaning forward. She kept moving her almost frozen feet in the snow, and sometimes stood on tiptoe. Standing on tiptoe, he put on a blindfold with his hands and looked anxiously towards the exit.

"It's so cold, who could it be?" Seeing the old man walking towards me slowly, I also walked forward hesitantly.

"Xiaohua,"

"mother."

When I met the eyes of this old man with a staggering gait, I couldn't believe that the old man with a hunchback who had stood for a long time in the wind and snow was my hard-working mother.I haven't seen her for three years, and my mother has aged a lot. The hair that was gray three years ago is almost completely white now. Deep wrinkles are carved on the weather-beaten face, and the eyes are also full of bloodshot eyes.

Looking at the old mother in the wind and snow, a bit of bitterness slowly surged from the bottom of my heart: I can no longer find the shadow of my mother in memory.

From time to time, my mother stroked my cheek with rough hands that had been working all her life.Looking at me carefully, the longing for my son in the past three years has been condensed in the expectant eyes, as if I will walk away from her soon. "Son, is it cold on the road? You're hungry! Go home, Mom has made you your favorite dumplings." Mother's caring words dispelled the chill from my body like a wave of heat.It also made me truly understand the meaning of "a child travels a thousand miles and a mother worries".

On the way home, my mother insisted on carrying a heavy luggage bag for me. Of course I refused, but the elderly mother deliberately walked in front of me in order to prove that she had the strength to carry the luggage bag.Looking at my mother's crooked and staggering back in the wind and snow, I turned around, and tears fell involuntarily in the wind and snow... The old days are gradually gone, and my mother is getting older.The figure of my mother in the wind and snow often flashes clearly in my mind. I can’t forget my mother’s white hair blown up in the wind and snow, and my mother’s bending and staggering back... Bless my mother, also Bless all mothers in the world.

(Lu Dejian)

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