There is a feeling called heartache

Chapter 35 The Father Who Never Withdraws His Hands

One knife is for him, the other knife is still for him, just because he is, his son.

A few years ago, there was a train-vehicle collision in Wuhan.An early morning bus ran aground at an unguarded crossing, and the driver got out to find water.It was the first month of the month at this time, and it was freezing cold, and more than a dozen passengers were comfortably staying in the relatively warm compartment, and no one thought that a catastrophe was coming.

No one noticed when the train came, from the far side of the track.It can only be said that it was the frosted glass of the car that obscured everyone's sight, while the roar of the motor and the closed doors and windows blocked the sound of the siren.When I realized it, in an instant, everything had stopped.

Everything stopped, but suddenly the cry of a child broke out.

It was a child about two or three years old, lying a little far away from the embankment, wearing a neat red padded jacket, rubbing his sleepy eyes with one hand, not knowing what happened, just crying: " Dad, Dad..."

Some bystanders said that at the last moment, a pair of hands stretched out the window and threw the child out to his father, who was later found.All the bones in his body were broken, his head was squashed, and his clothes were covered in blood and brains with no color or texture... How did you recognize him?Because his hands were still facing out the window, in a throwing posture.

This happened several years ago, no one remembers his name, but, when passing through this crossing, there will still be people pointing - "Once upon a time, there was a father..."

"Also, is that child grown up now?"

The Emotional Bible That Shocks Hundreds of Millions of Hearts Long, long ago, there was a naughty boy from a farming family in the Central Plains. scattered.Every day, I just fight with my friends and make troubles, stealing chickens and dogs.

His father, a loyal farmer, couldn't help scolding him a few words. The son refused to accept, but cursed at him instead. The father had no choice but to scare him with a kitchen knife. Unexpectedly, his son rushed over to snatch the knife and swung it away.The old man fell to the ground holding his injured right hand, dripping with blood, groaning in pain.And the son who caused the catastrophe didn't even look at him, and walked away.

Since then, life and death are unknown.It was a troubled time, and for some reason, when the son came back, he was a general.Starting a mansion, buying a beautiful concubine, someone who is more or less a person of status wants to save face, so he also placed his father in the backyard.But he has always been indifferent, talking about "the old dog slave", singing and singing every night, even if his father wants a sip of water, he has to carry the bucket to the well with his incomplete palm.

The neighbors said: "This kind of rebellious son, why didn't Lei strike him?" Maybe there is such a thing as retribution.

One night, the general's enemies came looking for revenge and killed the inner room. In the mansion, so many staff, guards, and cleanups escaped naked. It seemed that the general was about to die under the sword.Suddenly, an old man rushed in from the backyard, firmly grasping the blade with his only intact left hand, his pale hair, and his desperate ferocity even startled the assassin, so he took advantage of the momentary gap Shouting: "Son, run, run..."

Since then, the old man has lost his hands.

Three days later, the fugitive son returned.He went straight to his father who had been waiting for him for three days without sleep, kowtowed deeply, and cried out with tears in his eyes, "Father—"

One knife is for him, the other knife is still for him, just because he is, his son.

split life
Sharing life equally with others, even if they are as close as a father and son, and as loving as a husband and wife, how many people can be so happy, so frank, so willing to say and do it?

The boy Dick lives with his sister Joan.His parents died young, and Joan was Dick's only relative.

So Dick loves Joan more than he loves himself.

However, disaster once again befalls these two unfortunate children.My sister became seriously ill and needed a blood transfusion.But the hospital's blood was too expensive, and Dick had no money to pay for anything, even though the hospital had waived the operation fee.But if the blood transfusion is not given, the younger sister will die.

As the only relative of his sister, Dick's blood type matches his sister's.The doctor asked Dick if he was brave, if he had the courage to bear the pain of drawing blood.Dick hesitated, and after some thought, the 10-year-old finally nodded.

Dick was silent and silent as the blood was drawn, just smiling at his sister in the next bed.

After the operation, Dick asked in a trembling voice, "Doctor, how long can I live?"

The doctor was about to laugh at Dick's ignorance, but suddenly he was shocked by Dick's bravery: in Dick's brain, he believed that blood transfusion would kill his life.But he was still willing to transfuse blood to his sister. At that moment, the decision Dick made was to sacrifice his life's bravery and make up his mind to die.

The doctor's palms were sweating. He squeezed Dick's hand and said, "Don't worry, you won't die. Blood transfusions won't kill you."

Dick's eyes lit up: "Really? Then how many years can I live?"

The doctor smiled and said with love: "You can live to be 100 years old, young man, you are very healthy!"

Dick jumped up and down for joy.When he confirmed that he was really fine, he took his arm again—the arm that had been drawn blood just now, raised his head, and said to the doctor solemnly: "Then give half of my blood to my sister, the two of us Everyone lives 50 years!"

Everyone was shocked. This was not a child's unintentional promise, but the most selfless and innocent promise of human beings.Sharing life equally with others, even if they are as close as a father and son, and as loving as a husband and wife, how many people can be so happy, so frank, so willing to say and do it?

If mom knew, she would cry.

Sin is also a kind of responsibility, which must be borne throughout life.

After his father died, his mother did not recognize him as a son.

My father suffered from fundus melanoma.I relayed the name of the disease to him on the phone, with a quiet and tired voice, as if it was another late spring afternoon, with the shadows of flowers fluttering.He lost his voice: "Impossible, what did the doctor say?" His father said quietly, "I am a doctor myself."

In an instant, tears filled his eye sockets.

His family has practiced medicine for generations, including his father and him.So he understands that no matter whether it is enucleation of the eyeball, chemotherapy or radiotherapy, everything is irreversible.The doctor in charge emphasized at the end: "Of course, the next step is mainly to see the opinions of the family members." He gritted his teeth and said: "He is my real father!"

My mother met my father when he was at his worst. She hadn't studied for a few years in total, and she was a complete housewife with knowledge and coping. She would only cry when encountering such a big event.He has to take care of everything.

In order to get reimbursed, he went to the dean and secretary of his father's work unit. The two of them, one a returnee and the other a Marxist-Leninist, said the same thing: "The company's finances are tight..." He cursed secretly: "These grandchildren." I have to apologize, "That's, that's..." Next, I invite them to eat wing and belly soup, a small bowl, rippling in the dim light, like a lake with slightly melting snow in early winter.These grandchildren also made the old gesture: "Isn't it too expensive?"

What is the price of a small bottle of human albumin?After drinking for three rounds, he gradually called himself a brother and brother. He talked and laughed with everyone, and made dirty jokes one by one, but he knew that as long as he bowed his head, tears would fall like rain.

These days, those who eat people are not soft-spoken, and those who take people are not short-handed.On the second day, the dean continued to speak in an official tone: "There is a system, and the medical expenses for cancer are covered. The medicines that your father is taking now are not covered by the reimbursement..." He thought he was too naive.

A medical device company has lobbied him to join for many years.He called and said, "Do you still want someone else? I only have one condition, I want to pay half a year's salary in advance."

Since then, he has been running, traveling, and entertaining endlessly, but his mother began to say that he is not filial.Indeed, I was too busy to visit my father for a few days, and it was rare to have time to stand up for a while. Before I spoke, mobile phones, call machines, and business communication, one by one, were making revolutions.

The mother cried: "Why does your father have such a son like you? You only say that you are busy with work all day long. Have you bathed your father once and stayed with him for a day? You go to make money, so you don't want this father." He was silent.At that time, my father had already transferred from a single ward to a mixed five-person room, and many contemptuous eyes were cast on him, on a profiteer who valued money and neglected relatives.

The father gently called to the mother, don't talk about the child like that, our child is a good boy.There was unspeakable pity and apology in his eyes.

All of a sudden, he felt he couldn't take it any longer.

The nurse just came to issue a reminder, so he turned around and went to the payment office.This is buying life with money, medicine, nursing, miscellaneous expenses, thousands of dollars a day, reminders are more cruel than twelve gold medals.He kept telling his mother that he could be reimbursed.Mother also believed it.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, when he came out of the airport, train station, or karaoke, he was slightly drunk and tired, but he had to go to the hospital.The maximum dose of analgesics had already been administered, but my father still couldn't sleep, and woke up in pain. When he saw him, he gently held his lips and smiled peacefully.

How could he not see the ravages of death?Tumor cells started from the fundus of my father's eyes, like a dandelion gently spitting out its pistils in the wind. The poisonous and evil filaments passed through the lymph, flowed through the blood, and spread to the whole body. Kill yourself internally.

It hurts, when my father said it was painful, his heart felt like a hammer and nails were pounding, bleeding like pain.

He tried every means to prolong his father's life, but what made him contradictory was that his father was also enduring tremendous suffering.

For a moment, he thought, if all this were stopped, life would no longer be joy, and time would become torture... He didn't dare to think about it.

The father said intermittently: "You have to be considerate of your mother, she is confused, she is getting old..."

These were the last words my father struggled to say with the remaining rationality.

After leaving the hospital, I saw a man crying uncontrollably.There were tears sprinkled on the asphalt road, but no trace could be seen.

In the end, it only lasted half a year—three months more than the doctor originally said.

I can't even cry quietly.

He paid the bill, contacted the funeral home, issued an obituary, and thanked the leaders, colleagues, relatives and friends for their kind words and photos.The body is as light as a evacuated mummy.

At the memorial service, his cell phone rang, "Is there anything wrong? Come out for a drink! Some friends are here!"

Suddenly, I remembered a sentence I saw occasionally: "Today, my mother died, maybe yesterday." How could he talk to the hustle and bustle at the other end, talking about the pain and sorrow of life?It's not so easy to say.

And how dare he not go?He owes more than 30 yuan.

In other words, my father lived nearly a hundred extra days.

As soon as the funeral was over, he whispered to his mother, "Mom, I have to go out." His mother was already crying, and three or two relatives supported her.The mother's pupils were in a trance for a long time before she could see him clearly. "Wow", she burst into tears, "Hacked me to death with a knife, how could I give birth to such an unfilial son like you..."

People say that there is nothing wrong with filial piety. Time and time again, he disobeyed God's will and disobeyed his mother. Whether he did the right thing or not, he was not sure.He just has no choice.In this life, he thought he was the Judas in that famous painting, the unforgivable sinner for seven lifetimes.

He still went that day.

His mother never forgave him again.

As for him, he would rather his mother hate him for being ungrateful and ungrateful, and blame him for not doing his best. He doesn't mind his mother hating him for being heinous, because in this way, his mother can vent the sorrow of losing her husband in old age.He understands that sin is also a kind of responsibility, which must be borne throughout his life.

The words "at your own expense" on the medicine list; the tone of the nurse saying that if you don't pay the fee, you will stop the medicine; the closed doors; those indifferent smiles; his increasingly tired footsteps on the hot and dusty road; With no conscience, selling low-quality and high-priced equipment to customers... He will never mention it, because, "If my mother knows, she will cry."

(End of this chapter)