Sitting black and white time

Chapter 4 Black: Extinct Time, Can't Cover the Real Sight (4)
The last time I came to see you, you happened to be reading "another". You said that you had seen the movie and animation and wanted to read the original.I bought you a book, a big thick one, and put it in your skinny hands, as if the paper possessed some magical power, instantly turning into the mountain that Yu Gong wanted to move.You smiled: "It's really thick!"

The further you get to the back, the easier it is for you to get sleepy. At first, you were chatting about some trivial matters in life, and you were still smiling to agree, but the next second you looked at you, the deep sleepiness had swallowed you up, I could only call Your mother and the nurse let you lie back on the bed after barely sitting up.

You lean on the bed, staring at the gloomy weather outside the window in a daze.Sure enough, as you said, there are only a few green buds hanging on the branches of that tree, which looks as lifeless as the gloomy weather.

I opened the cake and put it in front of you. You smelled the aroma and smiled and said, "It looks so delicious! This kind of food is called food!" You have been told by the doctor that you can only eat liquid food, everything They all deviate from the original taste, which makes you, who has always been a foodie, very sad, right?
"Life is a long journey. I have gained hunger, hope, love and sympathy during this journey, but I have not gained you. Come and share the joy and sorrow of this journey. I I can only shout loudly, hoping to convey my emotions and thoughts to you through the direction of the wind..."

You read the sentences in the newly bought book in a low voice, it seems that there is a heavy rain coming, and the sky is getting dark quickly.I watched you slowly close your eyes and planned to leave the ward to let you rest. You said: "The cherry blossoms fall at a speed of five centimeters per second. I really want to see it once."

"The cherry blossoms in Changsha are blooming. I went to see them. It's not very beautiful. The cherry blossoms are very small and there are no cherry blossoms." As I was talking, I suddenly realized that talking about it would only add to your sadness.

"When I was watching "[-] Centimeters Per Second", I really wanted to see the cherry blossoms! And "The Promised Place"..."

The memory suddenly flashed back to when we were in high school, it was raining in the physical education class, we sat in the classroom and watched "[-] Centimeters Per Second", and you who grew up with me cried a lot while watching the movie.

"Will you help me see the scenery that I haven't had time to see?"

The scenes of growing up together are repeated like black and white silent films. In fact, I never thought that one day, you will disappear from our lives.When I came out, your mother was sitting on the bench outside the ward wiping tears: "The doctor said, maybe there is not much time..."

I suddenly remembered that time when we went fishing together, everyone else threw down the hook early and wanted to catch a big fish, but you took off the hook and replaced it with small wild flowers on the roadside.You said, it's cruel to see a fishhook piercing the mouth of a greedy little fish, so just use Xiaohua to tease them.

Does God want to call you back because he is jealous of your innocence and cuteness?It's not fair.

On March 3th, it was raining heavily in Changsha. I forgot to bring an umbrella while sitting on the bus, and was drenched in the rain when I got off the bus.

On the way, I received a text message from your mother: "I have passed away peacefully."

I was at a loss while walking in the heavy rain in Changsha. The cherry blossoms on the roadside all fell due to the heavy rain, and the flower beds were covered with a layer of pink petals.I suddenly missed those times when I sat in your ward and looked at the tree with only a few sprouts with you.

I think we really have lost you.

The moonlight that cannot be grasped will become dark if you hold it tightly
Text / not summer
When I got off work, I went to the cake shop to get the birthday cake I ordered.

At 05:30, there were a lot of people in the cake shop, and they were all rushing to get cakes after get off work.After a short wait it was my turn: "What numbers do you want for birthday candles?"

48 or 50... The brain stopped for a moment.Although I remember my father's birthday every year, it seems that the exact age has not been confirmed.

I made a phone call to confirm with my mother, and was complained about on the phone... When I went out with the cake, another pair of mother and child came.

The little boy pointed at the cake on the window and said loudly: "Mom, can I eat this?"

Children seem to like eating cakes very much.

I remember on my sixth birthday, I wanted to go out to play, but my dad didn't agree, so I stood in the room and cried.At that time, I thought that I would go out with the birthday money given by the adults and show off my new four-wheel drive toy with my friends, but my dad said "don't go" and killed it, like a mosquito coil in a mosquito coil. , It is enough to burn to this point, just "click" and break it off.

The cry changed from low to high, and the child's love of showing off couldn't be stopped no matter what.My mother felt distressed, and pointed to the top of the refrigerator quietly: "What do you see there?" Looking in the direction of her finger, it seemed that there was a gift box or something on the top of the refrigerator.I threw off my shoes and jumped onto the sofa, shouting in surprise: "There is cake to eat!"

The temptation of food overcomes the child's mind.

Later, I unknowingly planted the idea that I must eat cake on my birthday, otherwise I always feel that an important ceremony is missing and it is not complete enough.

Before I grow up to be a teenager who can buy cakes with the money I earn, I need to save a long, long pocket money to buy that delicious fruit cake.

When I receive the birthday cake from my parents, I will be very happy, and I take it for granted that my parents will also be very happy when they receive the cake from me.So in order to make my father, who often stares ferociously, laugh, I decided on my own to save money and buy a big cake for him.

When I was a child, I had pocket money every day, one or two yuan, which naturally cannot be compared with today's children who often have hundreds or thousands.However, for me, it is already considered a great fortune.The happiest thing every day is to put the saved money into my piggy bank.Hearing the jingling of the coins in its stomach gave me peace of mind.

On my dad's birthday, I moved my piggy bank and went out early in the morning.At that time, there was no such business as ordering by phone one day in advance and picking it up the next day, and there were not many cakes in stock for sale in the cake shop, so I could only wait for the master to bake one in the cake shop.The most helpless thing is that my money is short. I have searched carefully, but I can't find any more money...

"Little brother, who are you going to buy the cake for?"

"Today is my father's birthday, and I want to buy a cake for him, so that even if I make a mistake, my father will not be angry with me. But I don't seem to have that much money."

I can only thank the cake baker for being so kind. He said he could bake me a smaller one, and I would just give him as much as I brought... So I bought a cake for 50 yuan. I swear this is the happiest moment in my [-] years, I bought a cake with the money I saved...it was a gift for my dad.

The waiting process is painful.The smell of cake drills into my nose and my heart from time to time.Although I tried very hard to drive them out, I couldn't seem to do it... When the chef handed me the cake tied with plastic rope, I felt as handsome as a hero...

However, I have spent all the money I have on me, and I don't even have money for the car ride home!
I can only walk home with my cake in one hand and my piggy bank in the other.I was very happy along the way, because I felt that I was very manly at this moment, so I walked a little lightly... I didn't see the banana peels thrown by pedestrians on the road and fell or something. It should be just an occasional stumble of a man Bar?
Well, when I got up, the cake had fallen out of my hands... The piggy bank had also been broken into pieces of glass...

Crying, picking up the cake and continuing to walk home, this is the longest time I can remember crying, for my small failure on the road of manhood, and for the cake that I carefully prepared for my father to break.

At the end of the story, I went home with the cake that even broke the plastic rope halfway.I handed the cake to my dad while I was crying. My dad didn't say anything when he saw the cake that had become so bad inside, he just ate it with a spoon and put a piece in my mouth!
"Thank you, it's delicious."

Hearing reciprocal thank you from my dad for the first time, it feels really good to be a man.

Now I still buy cakes to go home, and I don’t need to save money for so long, and I don’t fall down halfway and bring back a bad cake.But on the road of growing up, it has taught me that if you feel that others will do something to you and you will be happy, then in contrast, if you do that to others, others will also be happy!

Love, always, is relative.

(End of this chapter)