Yan Suping didn't participate in square dancing, if she didn't usually chase a TV series, she would go out to find a friend who lived nearby after dinner and walk casually, and Shu Yan usually wouldn't follow along at this time.

But this night, Yan Suping soon noticed that her daughter was a little clingy to herself.

At this time, her daughter was holding her hand and was obviously a little tight, she gently patted the back of her daughter's hand, "Xiaoxiao, is there something wrong, do you want to talk about it together?"

Since her mother asked, Shu Yan told her about her experience during the day.

Yan Suping was silent after hearing this, and then comforted: "Don't be afraid, Xiaoxiao, it'll be fine." ”

"It's not just a fortune teller who said you will live a long life. ”

At the beginning, Shu's father was sick for several years, and after failing to find an effective way to make him recover, Yan Suping once fell in love with praying to God and Buddha for a long time.

At that time, she was really anxious, no matter what method she asked, she wanted to try it, and she only prayed that she could make her husband better.

"So, how long do they say longevity?", Shu Yan asked.

Yan Suping just wanted to speak, but after thinking about it, she was a little afraid that her daughter would say something disrespectful after hearing it, and finally she just said: "Anyway, people say that it will be fine, and every evil will turn into good fortune." ”

"Oh. ”

"Mom, then, what did the fortune teller say about you?", Shu Yan's eyes kept staring at the ground as he spoke.

She was actually a little afraid of that answer, and her hands couldn't help but tighten again.

Yan Suping was quite indifferent, patted the back of her daughter's hand again, and comforted again: "Then according to what they said, I'm not bad, don't worry." ”

"However, no matter what happens, you are fully able to take care of yourself, so as a mother, I have nothing to worry about. ”

"Hmm. ”

"No matter what, I'm going to take care of myself. Shu Yan responded in a low voice.

Yan Suping said happily: "Yes, so don't be afraid, Xiaoxiao." ”

Shu Yan nodded, looked at her mother's side face and asked softly, "What about Dad, Mom, what do they say about my Dad?"

After a long period of silence, Yan Suping replied, "Those people are really right when they say about your father. ”

Shu Yan couldn't help but think of her mother's performance on the morning of her father's death.

The last bit of blood on the face of the comatose father quickly faded after the blood was drawn, and the doctors and nurses were busy for a while but there was still no improvement, and then the doctor asked the mother if she would take the blood again to do an urgent test, and the mother refused.

The mother did not shed tears at that time, but silently stepped forward to hold her father's hand, and then beckoned her to come and say goodbye to his father together.

Faced with the ending that was told early, it finally happened, and what was more sad than crying out loud was the boundless helplessness and helplessness in my heart.

His eyes were a little wet, Shu Yan raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the night sky, wondering if he shouldn't take the initiative to talk about these things.

However, she was so proud at the same time that for the sake of her mother, she could talk to herself face-to-face about the parting that no one could inevitably do.

When he was about to get downstairs, Shu Yan said, "Mom, I miss Dad, let's go see him together this week." ”

Yan Suping nodded, "Well, okay." ”

went to sweep his father's grave, Shu Yan generally went if he wanted to, and he would not be limited by the season.

However, Yan Suping is a little stubborn about this, she usually only goes to the two important festivals of Qingming and Chongyang, and every time she has to prepare very thoroughly, and pay great attention to the sense of ceremony.

Tonight, she was also born because of feelings, and she rarely agreed to her daughter.

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It was late at night, and Shu Yan couldn't sleep, so he got up to listen to music, but after putting on the headphones, the more he listened, the more awake he became.

Nowadays, any kind of music can be easily found on the Internet, but she is always obsessed with details, and her favorite thing is to listen to CDs, always hoping to listen to every note more completely.

The night was deeper, and she also knew that the time had already crossed to another day, and it was indeed a bit hypocritical for her to be entangled repeatedly in her heart, but when she was alone, she just couldn't do it so quickly to treat it as nothing.

She probably faced the moment of farewell with her loved ones earlier than many of her peers, and had already understood that it was not that time that really felt the pain, but a longer or even a lifetime after that.

Her biggest concern now is her mother.

If she left in such a hurry today, would her mother be able to survive alone?

This question, she just thought about it a little more, and she felt distressed.

There are always people who say that because they feel sorry for each other, they want the person they love to die before themselves, and when they were young, they couldn't understand such words, and the person who lived longer was not the best.

Later, when I grew up to a certain age, I naturally understood everything.