“...... Although the operating room was fairly standardized, it was far from meeting the requirements for heart transplantation, and it was difficult for me and the rest of them to complete the operation alone.

Even if the surgery can be completed, it is difficult for transplant recipients to survive without post-care and treatment...... They are well aware. ”

The man spoke, and fell silent,

Fourth, it became quieter and quieter.

On the dark surface of the river, the dim light is contrasted, and the breeze blows from time to time, swaying the shadows of the branches and leaves under the shade of the trees.

......

“...... I took a knife and had a heart transplant. ”

The man looked at the river and continued.

"I took the young man's mother's heart and transplanted it to the middle-aged woman's son......"

“...... After the young man's surgery, I was ready to re-suture the mother's wound...... The man who led me into the operating room stood next to me and said to me with a smile,

Let me wait a little longer, the cornea hasn't been removed yet...... They had matched the middle-aged woman before. When I operated on young people, they were taking the liver, kidney, and ...... of middle-aged women."

“...... After they left with the liver and kidneys, I stood next to the mother and stitched her chest and abdomen...... On that occasion, they also gave me a sum of money. ”

As he spoke, the man fell silent, his gaze moved up slightly, and he looked into the distance,

......

“...... Leaving the abandoned factory, I received a call from the hospital. ”

The man said,

Under the dim street lamp, the shadows of the riverside trees and leaves are reflected in the shadows of the man, swaying gently with the breeze,

"The hospital informed me that my mother had acute post-transplant rejection and had been medicated, but the effect was not obvious, and I was told to go back to the hospital immediately......"

“...... I went back to the hospital and went to see my mother in the intensive care unit, and in just half a day, my mother had become weak again, and her face seemed to be much paler than before the transplant...... Looking at me, my mother was smiling and a little embarrassed...... She told me that after tossing for so long and worrying about me for so long, she still ...... As if it were her fault. ”

“...... When I left the intensive care unit, my mother took my hand and talked to me with a smile. said that she didn't understand any big truth, but she also knew that it was other people's hearts that made her live so long. said that if she died, she would also donate the organs she could use and donate them to others.

I listened to her words and didn't answer...... I don't want her to die......"

“...... But it didn't work. Although medication has been used to suppress rejection, the effect is minimal. Her body deteriorated rapidly under the constant rejection...... This time, even the chance of a heart transplant is gone.

Even if I can find another heart donor, my mother can't afford a second heart transplant......"

The man looked at the river and spoke, falling silent again.

As the night deepened, the riverside became quieter.

......

“...... That night, I stayed by my mother's bedside, and it was a few days when she was awake.

She was very uncomfortable, but she rarely showed it in front of me, she smiled, looked at me, and said to me, or I should not stay in the hospital anymore, let me take her home, go back to the old village to see.

I said okay, when she gets better, I'll go back with her. She looked at me with a smile on her face...... As she spoke, she told me again, telling me not to worry about her, saying that her life was already over, and that I should live my life well.

I was silent and didn't answer...... My mother, just kept talking, saying that I still have to remember to eat in the morning, that I should add clothes when it is cold, and that I should pay attention to safety on the road when I go back late at night, saying that I have been dishonest when I have been sleeping at night since I was a child, and I still sleep properly when I sleep at night, and the next morning, I fall asleep......"

“...... I just listened, and my mother just said that, I don't know how long, and slowly, my mother got tired and fell asleep, and I fell asleep on my stomach by the bedside......"

“...... In the evening, in the early hours of the morning, I suddenly heard my mother calling me, and I woke up, and when I woke up, I saw my mother, who was already confused. She smiled and opened her mouth,

Called my name, got me up, told me to go to school, said that breakfast had been served to me on the table...... When I was young, my mother woke me up like this every day when I was studying. After waking me up, she will go to work in the fields again......"

The man spoke, silent again, looking into the distance,

In the distance, in the high-rise buildings, the lights are still on, and it seems that a family is eating dinner under the lights, telling interesting stories during the day.

......

“...... That night, my mother died. ”

With just a few words, the man fell silent again.

On the side, Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the man, and didn't say anything.

The old monk folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name,

"Amitabha...... Donor,"

“...... Condolences. ”

After a pause, the old monk just said a word, and then fell silent.

When the man heard this, he was silent and did not respond.

......

“...... After my mother died, I did what she said and donated her liver and cornea. Then he took her back to his hometown village,

I buried her at the back of my house, on that hill, with my father, so that when I came home, she could see me from a long distance......"

The man turned his head, looked at the river, and said.

The voice sounded in front of the booth with the breeze.

......

"Do you regret it?"

Glancing at the man again, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze, looked at the lights in the distance, and asked in a calm tone.

When the man heard this, he looked at the river and fell silent,

"She's my mother. ”

As soon as he spoke, the man fell silent again,

When Lian Ge heard this, he didn't say anything more.

......

“...... After dealing with my mother's funeral, I went back to the city.

They called me again and asked me to go to the abandoned factory in the evening to 'pick up the goods'. ”

In a calm tone, the man looked at the dark river and continued,

“...... Hanging up the phone, I went back to where I was staying. It never felt like the room was empty...... I couldn't hear my mother's voice, nor was my mother busy in the kitchen...... I sat in the room where my mother lived, and just sat like that......

Coming out of my mother's room, I left there...... After eating from the restaurant and taking the family to the hospital...... I've come here......"

"When I was on the bridge, I called the police. ”

As he spoke, the man fell silent again.

All around, it seemed that only the sound of the breeze disturbing the branches and leaves sounded.

......

“...... Amitabha. ”

The old monk looked at the man, folded his hands, and recited the Buddha's name,

"The donor was on the bridge before...... Since the benefactor has repented of the past, he should not be ...... Evade. It is more important to make up for it now.

There is no end to the bitter sea, and although it is not common to turn back, it is more important to go to the shore. ”

The old monk clasped his hands together, looked at the man, and said,

When the man heard this, he turned his head and looked at the old monk,

“...... The heart goes to the shore...... Hearts go to the shore......"

After muttering and repeating it twice, the man fell silent again, staring at the trees and leaves, distracted.

Long

The man's eyes were dazed, and he staggered a little, and stood up from the front of the stall again.

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