There is a feeling called heartache

Chapter 32 "Stupid"

My mother used her aging body to keep the cold night out, but what she gave us was the warmth of a mother's love. On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month last year, because I had to be on duty during the Chinese New Year, I went home early for the "New Year".

What I look forward to most during the Chinese New Year is going home, and what worries me the most is going home. Not to mention the motion sickness of my wife and daughter, another most important reason is that there is no heating in the house in my hometown.

When my mother saw that our family had returned, her eyes were full of smiles. She stewed chicken, cooked vegetables, and boiled water for cooking. After a while, the family came to the table one by one.

Those few days were perhaps the coldest days of the year. There was only a briquette stove burning in the huge main room. It was okay to say during the day, but the temperature dropped suddenly at night. People really stood or sat in the room, and the beds at home Limited, sleep became a problem.

After watching TV for a while, it's time to sleep.Mother said: Let's do this, the three of you will sleep in the west room, his eldest brother will sleep in the east room, and I will sleep in the outer room.The outhouse that my mother mentioned was a small shed built between the main house and the bungalow on the south side. There was usually some sundries in there. There was no heating, and the buckets filled with water were covered with a thick layer of ice.The so-called beds are simply made of wooden boards. Can people live in such a shabby room?What's more, the mother, who is 74 years old, has attenuated firepower.

My wife said: "Isn't it just one night, we can squeeze together." I also insisted that my mother sleep in the back room and I sleep in the outside room.Mother said: "Stop arguing! How can I do it? You have to listen to me when you come back, and I will lose my face if you let me go." As she said, she walked outside with a quilt in her arms.

The wife insisted on covering one of the two quilts they made for the mother, but the mother and the mother pushed back for a long time, but the wife couldn't hold back the mother and had to give up.

I lay down with my clothes on, imagining the scene of my mother sleeping in that cold room, my heart was twisted into a ball, I tossed and turned, my mind was full of thoughts.Sleeping in a daze until the middle of the night, I heard the door open with a slight "squeak". Needless to say, it must be my mother. After she replaced the burnt coal balls in the dark, she tiptoed to In front of my bed, I tucked the corner of the quilt for me, and then tiptoed and gently closed the door and returned to the place where she slept.

I don't know how my mother survived that cold night. I only know that my mother got up at dawn and was busy making pancakes, cooking, and cooking to prepare for our return trip.

On the second day after returning home, my second brother called from my hometown, saying that my mother caught a cold after you left that day, so I called the doctor to infuse two bottles of liquid to make her health better, but now my whole body is still sore and weak, and I don’t want to eat.

After hearing this, my hands trembling when answering the phone, and my heart trembled too: Mother’s cold was caused by us. Mother used her aging body to keep out the cold night, but what she gave us was a cold night. The warmth of a mother's love.It is even more difficult to imagine what kind of perseverance my mother used to barely support the sick body, busying us with this and that, and sending us off.

Putting down the phone, I told my wife and daughter about my mother's illness, and the daughter raised her face and asked her:

"Why is grandma so stupid?" The wife stared at the little girl for a few seconds before stroking the little girl's head with her hand and replied: "My child, who is not stupid for the sake of the child, when you grow up you will will know."

(Oe)
(End of this chapter)