There is a feeling called heartache

Chapter 27
"Mom! I don't want it! I don't want you to go!" Zhuo Xinyong screamed.I couldn't control my tears any longer, and fell down.I secretly hate myself - I used to be so cruel.

"You are here again!" At noon, I stood at the gate of the school as a traffic guide, helping new friends in the first grade to get out of school.

Zhuo Xinyong's mother quietly carried a bento at the school gate.When I called her, she showed an embarrassed expression. "teacher!……"

"Oh! Didn't I tell you? The school doesn't like parents giving lunch to their children. If every mother is like you, the school gate will be full of people, so how can we get out of school?"

"I know! I know!" Hmph!Sending it away after knowing it is simply knowingly committing a crime. "Let him bring his own bento!" "I know! I know!" I don't know how many times I said these words.

Every time at noon, the parents who delivered the bento and the first-grade children after school often collided, causing quite a chaotic scene.Zhuo Xinyong is a taciturn, well-behaved and introverted child.Once in class, he dozed off. I was surprised and woke him up. "What's wrong?" He stood up with a confused face, without answering.

It was the same in class the next day. I couldn't take it anymore, so I called him over harshly. "What's the matter with you?" I was so exhausted that I couldn't control my tone.Suddenly, he hung his head and shed tears.I was surprised to myself. "Tell me! Why do you have to doze off in class?" "My mother is in the hospital! I was with her in the hospital yesterday." I was stunned when I heard this, and the anger in my heart disappeared immediately, replaced by infinite shame .

"What happened to her?" He shook his head sadly. "I don't know!" In the evening, I called his home.It was his father who answered the phone. "Why is she hospitalized?" "It's lung cancer!" When I heard that, my heart suddenly went cold to the soles of my feet.The future of Zhuo Xinyong, who is physically weak, emerges in his mind: If, unfortunately, that day comes, how will he continue the long years to come?Thinking of this, I can't help but feel sore.

During the meal, my wife was feeding his son, and I couldn't help but think of Zhuo Xinyong's mother who secretly delivered lunch for him.After get off work the next day, I rode my scooter to the hospital to visit his mother.I haven't seen him for a few weeks. Zhuo Xinyong's mother is so thin that she is out of shape, with a pale face and bald head. I can't believe it's her.She looked surprised when she saw me and tried to stand up, but when she coughed, she fell to one side. "Don't stand up! Don't stand up!" "Teacher! Thank you... thank you!" she shouted with difficulty, tears streaming from her eyes.In the corridor of the hospital, Zhuo Xinyong's father said to me: "There are only two months left! Huh! I... really don't know what to do?" He was in tears.

Go back to school and report to the principal. "His father is over 60 years old, and now that his mother is about to pass away, can we launch a school-wide fundraiser. No matter how much it is, we can help him." The principal readily agreed.After several days of fundraising activities, we finally raised 52120 yuan.When the money was sent to the hospital, Zhuo Xinyong's mother had fallen into a coma. "We are going to send him home today!" Zhuo Xinyong's father was haggard and pale.When I heard it, my heart twitched for a while. "Teacher! Can you help me?" "Please tell me! If I can do it, I will definitely agree." A few days ago, she kept holding Zhuo Xinyong's hand and shouted: "Mom can no longer deliver lunch boxes for you. Yes! I think, please ask the teacher to let her deliver the bento again, only when she delivers the bento can she really feel the glory of a mother."

Hearing this, I nodded with mixed feelings.At noon, an ambulance Hulala drove to the school gate.

Zhuo Xinyong's father and a medical staff pushed the person on the stretcher.With tears in my eyes, I stood by and pretended to be a traffic guidance teacher. "It's here! It's here!" Zhuo Xinyong's father bought a bento. Zhuo Xinyong's mother, who was lying on a stretcher, stretched out her thin and pale hands to carry the bento. Pushed by the staff nearby, she slowly approached the big box. The iron gate at the door.On the other side of the iron gate, Zhuo Xinyong stretched out his right hand to take the lunch box from his mother. "Mom!" Zhuo Xinyong cried loudly.At this time, I clearly saw her mother's thin cheeks twitched, as if she wanted to speak, but she couldn't speak. "Mom! I don't want it! I don't want you to go!" Zhuo Xinyong screamed.I couldn't control my tears any longer, and fell down.I secretly hated myself for being so cruel before.

One day after Zhuo Xinyong's mother died, Zhuo Xinyong's father came to my office and handed me a brown paper package. "Teacher! This is the money you and the students helped me with. I think there are more students who need this money, so I will return it to you. Thank you for your kind help." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left as soon as the money was released. .The money seemed to be burning hot in my heart.

I chat with Zhuo Xinyong every day, fearing that he will not be able to withstand the shock of losing his mother. "Teacher! Don't worry! I'm fine! Don't worry about me!" Zhuo Xinyong said to me, "I knew a long time ago that my mother was going to die, and it's not that I didn't want to listen to you. I told my mother not to send lunch boxes. .Because, in a day, only at noon, I can eat the rice cooked by my mother." My heart trembled, "Why?"

"She is very busy, and her father is cooking at home. Only at noon, she is free to cook, and she always wants to deliver bento." After speaking, Zhuo Xinyong shed tears.

unlocked door
Emotions That Shock Millions of Hearts The Bible Mothers may be timid, but any timid mother becomes brave for the sake of her children.

Once upon a time, a mother and daughter lived in a remote hut in a small village in the countryside. The mother was afraid of being stolen, so she always locked three locks on the doorknob at night.The daughter is disgusted with the boring and unchanging rural life like landscape paintings. She yearns for the city and wants to see the gorgeous world she imagined through the radio.One morning, the daughter left her mother in pursuit of that illusory dream.She sneaked away from home while her mother was sleeping.

"Mom, just pretend you didn't give birth to my daughter." Before leaving, the daughter told her mother in her heart.

However, the outside world is not as beautiful and moving as she imagined. Unknowingly, she embarked on a path of degeneration and was deeply trapped in the mud that she could not extricate herself from. Only then did she realize her fault.

"Mom!" After ten years, the grown-up daughter returned to her hometown with her wounded heart and embarrassing body.

It was late at night when she got home, and the faint light seeped through the crack of the door.She knocked lightly on the door, but suddenly had an ominous premonition.The daughter startled herself as she twisted open the door. "It's strange, my mother never forgot to lock the door before, could it be..."

The mother's emaciated body curled up on the cold floor, and fell asleep with a distressed appearance.

"Mom, Mom..." Hearing her daughter's crying, the mother opened her eyes and hugged her daughter's tired shoulders without saying a word.After crying in her mother's arms for a long time, the daughter suddenly asked curiously:
"Mom, why didn't you lock the door today? What if bad guys break in?"

The mother replied, "It's not just today. I'm afraid you won't be able to enter the house suddenly when you come back at night, so the door has never been locked for ten years."

The mother has been waiting for her daughter to come back for ten years, and the furnishings in her daughter's room are the same as before.

That night, the mother and daughter returned to the way they were ten years ago, locked the door tightly and fell asleep.

taste of love
Even if you don't do anything for your parents, when you approach them, they already smell a kind of love from you.

There are countless ways to express love, or a simple sentence, or a smile, or a nod... In these details, whether deep or shallow, heavy or light, there is a taste of love.As long as you relish and chew, you will taste this love sooner or later.

In a book, I once read such a story.

There is a mother who lives alone with a child. The mother loves the child very much, and the child loves the mother very much.One day, the son who was in elementary school ran home crying, put his arms around his mother and said, "My classmates say my feet are smelly, so they don't play with me."

Mother smiled and said, "Let me smell it and then I'll know."

The mother gently took off her son's shoes, put her son on the table, and put her nose close to his tender little feet, so close that they almost touched.She held up her son's feet with her hands, sniffed them again and again, touched his little feet and said, "It's not smelly, your feet are fragrant."

It wasn't until middle school that my son realized that his feet really stink.He asked his mother why she said her feet were fragrant back then.

"Because you are mother's son. Mother will always smell her son's feet sweet."

Hearing his mother's explanation, his eyes filled with tears.

This is maternal love, so plain, so delicate, and so moving!

I have seen such a story on TV.

A 21-year-old boy was burned beyond recognition by a fire.The mother waited by the bed for several days and nights, touching her son's hand and whispering his name.The doctor said that even if he was saved, he would still be a disabled person.The mother said: "Save him, I will support him for the rest of my life." The doctor said that a large number of skin grafts will be needed, but there is almost no good skin on the child, and once the wound is added, it is very easy to be infected.My mother said to use the skin of her body to try it. The doctor tested it and it was completely ok, but it would take many cuts.The mother said: "You can cut it, I am not afraid. As long as my son can survive." In this way, the whole skin grafting process took almost a few months.

After an infection, a lot of the newly grafted skin on my son's face rotted away, and the doctor said that the skin should be re-grafted.But except for the skin on the mother's chest and neck, other parts can no longer be cut.The mother said to the doctor again: "Cut it, if it doesn't work, let's cut the face too." The son survived in the end, but the mother had hundreds of scars on her body. As soon as she came out, she felt extremely itchy all over, but the mother silently endured the pain and never made a sound.

This is also maternal love, a kind of earth-shattering love!

Let me ask, have you ever thought about your mother, maybe she is standing alone on the mountain path looking at you at the moment, maybe she is planting a piece of vegetables for you in the field at the moment, maybe she is suffering from illness without your knowledge The torment of suffering... All these, perhaps, are often inadvertently ignored when you are running around for your life.

But you always have a spare moment, you can gently open your childhood memories, and quietly recall - when you were still a baby, or when you were young, how many times did your mother hold your hands or feet, from time to time Touched, smelled, kissed.Please approach our parents, smell their calloused, rough and cracked hands, and touch their legs damaged by the wind and frost of the years. Even if you don't do anything for them, when you approach your parents, They already smell a kind of love from you.

(Gao Linyu)

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