There is a feeling called heartache

Chapter 47

I don't know when, my eyes were blurred, and I was walking on the road when the phone rang, and the voice of a young girl came from the microphone:
"Dad, come back soon, I miss you so much!" Intuitively, I knew it was another wrong call, because I don't have a daughter, only a six-year-old only son.It is not surprising that such things happen these days.I said angrily: "Wrong number!" and hung up the phone.

In the next few days, this call came from time to time, which disturbed me. Sometimes I refused it rudely, and sometimes I didn't answer it at all.

That day, the call came again and again. What was different from usual was that when I never answered it, the other side kept making calls.I finally got the patience to answer the call, and it was still the girl's weak voice: "Dad, come back soon, I miss you so much! Mom said the call was correct, it was your cell phone number, Dad, I feel so hurt! Mom Said that you are busy with work, and she takes care of me alone every day, and I am exhausted, Dad, I know you are very hard, if you can’t come, can you kiss Niu Niu again on the phone?” The child’s innocent request would not allow me Refused, I kissed the microphone loudly a few times, and then I heard the child's intermittent voice: "Thank you... Dad, I'm so... happy, so... happy..."

Just when I gradually became interested in this wrong call, it was not a girl who answered the phone but a deep female voice: "Sorry, sir, I must have caused you a lot of trouble these days, I am really sorry! I wanted to deal with it. I'll call you to apologize after I'm done. This child's life is very hard. She was born with bone cancer, and her father...was killed in a car accident not long ago. I really dare not tell her the news. The daily chemotherapy and the constant pain have tortured the child so poorly. When the pain was the most unbearable for her, she always called out to her father who used to encourage her to be strong. I really can't bear to see the child In this way, I randomly made up a mobile phone number that day..."

"How is the child doing now?" I asked impatiently.

"Niu Niu has already left, you must have kissed her on the phone, because she walked away with a smile, and when she left, she was still tightly clutching the mobile phone that could hear the voice of 'Dad'..."

I don't know when, my eyes are blurred...

common secret

There is a kind of promise that can reach forever, and the promise shaped by love goes through the most expensive time in the world.

As the miner went down and plowed coal, a pick fell on the Squib.The squib went off and the miner was killed instantly.Because the miners are temporary workers, the mine only issued a pension, and no longer cares about the future life of the miners' wives and sons.

The Grieving Wife After the loss of her husband comes stress from life.She didn't have any skills, so she had to pack up and prepare to go back to that closed mountain village.At this time, the captain of the miners found her and told her that the miners did not like to eat the breakfast made in the cafeteria in the mine. He suggested that she set up a stall in the mine and sell some breakfast, which would surely make her living.The miner's wife thought for a while, then nodded in agreement.

So a flatbed truck went to the mine, and the wonton stall opened.A bowl of 30 cents wontons was steaming hot, and twelve people came here on the first day of opening.As time goes by, more and more people eat wontons, up to [-] people at most, and never less than [-] people at least.And the wind, frost, rain and snow never stop.

Over time, many wives of miners found that their husbands had developed an unbreakable habit: they had to eat a bowl of wontons before going down the mine every day.The wives were suspicious in every possible way, and even used various methods such as tracking and questioning to find out the truth, but they found nothing.Some wives even prepared breakfast for their husbands deliberately, only to find that the husband still went to the wonton stand to eat a bowl of wontons. The wives were puzzled.

Until one day, the captain was seriously injured by a squib while plowing coal.As he was dying, he said to his wife:
"After I die, you must replace me and eat a bowl of wontons every day. This is the agreement of the twelve brothers in our team. When my brother dies, we will help his wife and children."

From then on, every morning, there was another woman among the crowd eating wontons.There are constant crowds coming and going, and the only thing that remains unchanged in time is the twelve people who are not more or less.

Time flies, the miner's son has grown up, and his mother, who has suffered a lot, has gray temples, but still faces everyone who comes to eat wonton with a sincere smile, which is sincere from the heart with kindness.

More importantly, the people who came to the wonton stand, although the young replaced the old, and the women replaced the men, there were never fewer than twelve people. Twelve golden hearts.

There is a kind of promise that can last forever, and the promise shaped by love goes through the most expensive time in the world. The twelve common secrets actually have only one secret: love can last forever!
eternal pain in heart
A full 20 years have passed, and whenever I think of my parents, there are always some scenes in my mind... October 1984, 10, this day I never deliberately remember but will never forget, that day , My life, my world has undergone earth-shaking qualitative changes.Usually my dad comes home on time at 24:5 in the afternoon, but I didn’t come back that day. I lay on the balcony on the seventh floor looking for a familiar shadow. Every day, the first thing my dad came in after get off work would pick me up and use his bearded chin It sticks to my face, itchy and warm, and it makes me giggle every time. 30:6 Dad hasn’t come back yet, Mom is chopping firewood to make a fire to keep us warm, our new house that year didn’t have any heating, the first thing Mom does every day when she comes back is to light a fire in my brother’s room to keep us warm and read books, Then she went to cook. My heart was more anxious than ever that day, as if something was going to happen. I still remember the last time I lay on the balcony and saw a car parked far away across the street. Two people walked down, and at that moment I cried, because I was afraid that it was someone from my father's unit... It turned out to be verified by me. My father was injured due to work. The steel stove fell from the stove and hit Dad on the head. I remember my first reaction was to cry and push those two people out, crying, "You liar! My dad is fine, you liar!"

And I still clearly remember that those two colleagues also had tears in their eyes. This scene has always been like a deep scar in my heart. Whenever I think of this scene, I can't help crying.I was only ten years old that year.

Dad had the largest craniotomy in the history of the hospital. He was in a coma for 45 days in the emergency room. His head was covered and he couldn't even see his eyes. There was only one oxygen tube. The doctor said that he was not sure that he could save him. , Even if I stay alive, I may be in a vegetable state. I feel that the once warm home has collapsed all of a sudden, and I have no sense of security. Every night before going to bed, I will take two small wooden benches to the back of the door, because only in this way can I feel A little sense of security, I have never seen my mother cry.Mom has never shed tears in front of everyone, and from that day on, I would find her eyes were swollen every morning. A week later, the leader of Dad’s factory came to my house and said that if there were any difficulties at home, he would directly mention them. It can be satisfied. Many relatives and neighbors have told Mom that they need factory subsidies, change houses, install heating, adjust the school for the children, etc., but the only condition that Mom puts forward is that they don’t want someone from the factory to watch Dad all night. , it’s very hard for people like this, and our family will do it all by ourselves... So, in the next two months, except for my mother going home to make dinner for my brother and me, and lighting up the stove, I never slept with my mother again. During that period of time, before going to bed every night, besides still using the two small wooden benches to top the door, I knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the four walls secretly, begging whom I don’t know , but I just beg all the people or "things" who can save my father to bless my father's recovery. In the following days, the weather is getting colder and my mother is getting thinner and thinner, but the dinner at home is always hot.

The fire in the stove is always warm.Every day, watching the back of my mother carrying a vacuum flask to the hospital in the cold wind, my heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of needles, bleeding, crying, and powerless... I remember the first time in my life that my mother was like Talked to my brother and me like adults. It was when my father was in a coma for more than 20 days. At that time, my mother might have been prepared to be unable to keep him. She said to my brother, "No matter what happens in the family, you are the boss of the family. You have to study hard and be worthy of your father. You have to take good care of your sister and let your mother rest assured." My brother was crying and nodded vigorously. At that time, my brother was only 12 years old. Since then, I found that my brother talked less and less. And the reading time is getting longer and longer.

The sky has eyes, and the Bodhisattva blessed him. Dad finally opened his eyes on the 45th day, and that day when he called his mother's name.Mom finally cried out in front of us, crying so aggrieved...but my brother and I were so happy that we jumped up and cheered and hugged each other... Many years later, when my brother was admitted to a national key medical university, I was later admitted to a key medical university After college in the Department of Foreign Languages, although our brothers and sisters have never communicated with each other, I firmly believe that my brother and I have always had a firm belief in our hearts, that is: "Never let Mom down!" Mom has always been a person in my heart. A strong, capable and intelligent woman, when my brother and sister were admitted to key national universities with excellent grades, my mother became a news figure in her hospital. My heart is crying... And every time at this time, I can only say silently in my heart: "Mom, you gave us another warm home, and I will cherish it for the rest of my life... I will never let You are disappointed!"

A full 20 years have passed, and whenever I think of my parents, there are always some scenes in my mind:
Scene [-]: In winter, at four o’clock in the morning, my mother got up to make breakfast for me and my brother. At that time, my brother and I were in high school. Although there was heating at home, the kitchen was still very cold. But it was so cold that I could only stomp my feet lightly... Shot [-], one winter, foam pencil cases were popular in school, and I cried and asked my dad to buy them for me.

Dad rode in the heavy snow for more than three hours before returning.His ears were cold and red, and his hands were already stiff.But the light pink foam stationery in my arms still retains my father's body temperature... Scene [-]: On the day I was preparing to go to college, my mother sent me to the station.Pushing me into the car, he said relaxedly, "Okay, stop talking nonsense. Study hard."

But in the car, I saw the back of my mother secretly wiping tears... My mother's heart is bigger than the sky, and my mother's kindness is heavier than Mount Tai...

(Santan)
(End of this chapter)