"All the money in my family was spent on your hospitalization and surgery, and I didn't have a penny on me. If you want to take a car, get the money!"

The father had a dark face and yelled without pain or itching.

Then, I found a slightly clean piece of Dao Tooth on the side of the road and sat down, lit a "fake" Chinese cigarette, sandwiched it between the fingers of my right hand, elbows to my knees, and held my chin, letting the smoke linger in front of my eyes, and then was blown away by the wind, and my thoughts were scattered with the smoke.

At this time, if a senior smoker comes to him, he can see at a glance that his father smoked a cigarette called "Jin Qingcheng", and the price at that time was 1.5 yuan/box, 15 yuan/piece.

The father who was holding a cigarette seemed to get some kind of satisfaction under the nicotine anesthesia, and said expressionlessly: "If it really hurts, then sit down and rest for a while before leaving." ”

Then, he continued to wander his mind and never looked at his mother again.

The mother burst into tears.

The wound hurts, the heart is wronged, the regret is regretful, the unwillingness? I think these emotions should be there!

I had long been accustomed to my father's way of speaking, so I automatically blocked the "verbal violence" out of my brain and said to my mother: "Mom, Mom, don't cry, I'll help you sit down and rest first!"

I didn't take a few steps along the way, and I always used my "whole body" to support my mother, although I don't know if it will work and whether it will reduce my mother's burden, but I feel that this is what I should do.

I helped my mother to find a step against the wall, and my mother handed me the crutches, and it took a lot of effort to slowly sit down against the wall.

My mother took me in her arms and choked up in words that only me and she could hear: "Mommy is enough to have you and my sister, Mommy loves you." ”

Although I couldn't hear my mother's voice, I always knew that my mother loved me. So I nodded heavily, and followed my mother's example, and whispered in my mother's ear, "I love you too, Mom." ”

Seeing my mother's sad appearance, I burst into tears and cried with my mother.

The mother and son hugged each other and cried.

2 km road, walked for more than 2 hours.

Later, my mother never mentioned the car ride again, nor did she shed another tear.

Whenever you feel pain and discomfort, sit down nearby.

His father did not urge, and when he saw his mother resting, he continued to elbow his knees, enjoying the beautiful moment of swallowing clouds and spitting mist.

Get off the train and get home, and it's still the same.

On the way, my mother and I kept chatting about the interesting things that happened in the city.

"Mom, there are a lot of cars in big cities, when can we buy one?"

"Slowly we will have it. Mother replied lovingly.

"Mom, do you know that there's an electric fan on the roof of the train!"

"Really?"

"That's it, and the electric fan will twist its head and spin around, spinning around, it's interesting!"

"What else impressed you when you entered the city this time?"

"It's the first time I've gone up to the top of a building that high! I saw a matchbox car and an ant man, haha! I like to stand tall!"

"Then you're going to grow up to be an architect! Design a very tall building. ”

"No, I'm not going to be an architect!"

"So what do you want to be when you grow up? Scientist or teacher or musician or something. ”

"No, no, no, I want to be an armed police soldier, I want to protect my mother, be my mother's patron saint, and don't let others bully my mother!"

......

The mother endured the pain and walked forward with difficulty, walking.

Listen to my chicken-chicken chirping along the way, asking questions, and occasionally amusing my mother to laugh out loud. But I could still see the stiffness and reluctance of her smile in my mother's facial expression, and the pain of being tormented by pain.

When I said that I wanted to be an armed police officer to protect my mother, I obviously felt that my mother's body was obviously stiff, as if it had pierced one of her sensitive nerves, and her tearful eyes were extraordinarily soft at a certain moment, and she told me with love: "Mom is waiting for the day when you grow up." ”

Maybe this is the comfort in my mother's heart.

Illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread.

After a period of recuperation, although the mother was gradually able to get rid of crutches and walk independently, it was still very inconvenient, just like a toddler, swaying and trying to move forward cautiously, and from time to time she needed to hold on to solid objects such as walls, lest she fall to the ground and worsen her condition.

Such a physical condition had to quit the job on the construction site.

The traces of the "big pot rice" and "iron rice bowl" of collective ownership have long been erased in the development wave of the times. No boss will allow an employee who is likely to be unable to create value in the future to continue to occupy a job and rest at home for an extended period of time without coming to work, except, of course, a direct blood relative.

As the old saying goes, kindness does not lead soldiers, righteousness does not raise wealth, kindness does not serve officials, and love does not stand on the ground, which is not unreasonable from the perspective of the boss.

Therefore, instead of being fired by the boss for various reasons, it is better to resign on your own initiative. Mother is also rarely at ease, let's enjoy the time at home first.

Putting everything aside, I was very happy in those days, because my mother could play with me every day, play games with me, chat with me, and most importantly, be by my side.

In fact, the significance of parents accompanying their children is not to be in the same space and "go their separate ways", but to integrate into the child's world and feel the child's innocence and childlike fun, to experience the child's happiness and joy in the child's game role, to understand the child's thoughts and hearts, and to resonate with the child with words and behaviors.

To sum it up in four words, it is "to be involved", which is the true meaning of companionship.

Although my mother did not understand how to express the truth of this, she proved her infinite love for me with practical actions.

The content of the mother and son games is very simple, and to use the more popular word nowadays, it is cosplay.

At that time, the most popular TV series were "Journey to the West" starring Liu Xiaolingtong, "White Eyebrows" starring Zhao Hengxuan, and "Tai Chi Grandmaster" starring Wu Jing. There is no doubt that of course I play the leading actors in these TV series, Sun Wukong, Xu Liang, and Yang Yuqian.

Costumes and props are simple.

The red scarf is tied on the forehead as a "tight hoop", the pillow scarf is around the waist as a "tiger skin skirt", and the wooden stick in the hand is regarded as a "wishful golden hoop stick", at this time I am the Monkey King!

Here I would like to introduce the saying that Sun Wukong is "tight".

According to the original work of "Journey to the West", the Buddha gave Guanyin Bodhisattva three hoops of "Golden Tight Forbidden", which were named "Golden Hoops", "Tight Hoops" and "Forbidden Hoops". At the same time, he also taught Guanyin Bodhisattva three "golden forbidden" mantras, in case it is difficult to subdue the powerful demons. Among them, Tang Sanzang restrained Sun Wukong with a "tight hoop"; Guanyin Bodhisattva restrained the black bear essence with a "forbidden hoop", and subdued the red child with a "golden hoop". These are recorded in detail in the fourteenth, seventeenth, and forty-second chapters of the original work, and interested friends can refer to them.

However, whether it is a tight hoop, a golden hoop, or a forbidden hoop, in our impression, it is just a magic weapon with a special binding function.

Straight to the point.

The eyebrows are glued with a white note with saliva as "white eyebrows", the sheets are tied around the neck and draped behind the body as "heroes", and the left and right hands hold "tickling" and chicken feather dusters are my "golden silk ring knife" and "green dragon sword", at this moment, I am the white-eyed hero Xu Liang!

The two little hands slowly and irregularly surrounded in front of him, playing the appearance of "playing Tai Chi", and singing a few words from time to time: "The sky is twilight, the moon is like the beginning, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are for me to fly." The song lives, people look around, invite the moon to live together, and the depths of the green mountains. Whoever belongs to the hero, I am the only one, after a lot of hardships, just to change your heart, who belongs to the hero, I am the only one. The blood is exhausted, turning dust and soil, just to see you Yanran...... At this moment, I am Tai Chi Grandmaster Yang Yuqian!

Although my mother nominally rests at home, she is never really "completely idle" by doing nothing. In my mother's words, although my legs are a little inflexible, after all, being idle is idle, and my hands can work! We must not waste time, because wasting time is a waste of life, and ignoring the value of time in life is the greatest desecration of life.

Therefore, hand-knitting sweaters and gloves naturally became a work project for mothers when they were resting at home, so that they could sit and rest and earn some pocket money, so why not?

In addition, of course, my mother also shoulders another "heavy responsibility" - to use words to "play" various roles in the three major TV programs directed by me to fulfill my childhood "heroic dream"!

Demons and monsters, fairy stars, senior brothers and brothers, the "seven masters" of the palace, all kinds of supporting roles and dragon lines are vividly interpreted by my mother;

Mother: Knife, what kind of knife is it?

Me: Golden Wire Big Ring Knife!

Mother: What kind of sword?

Me: Closed Moon Shame Lightsaber!

Mother: What kind of trick is it?

Me: Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang Moves!

Mother: What kind of people are people?

Me: The one who walks on the wall!

Mother: Love, what kind of love is it?

Me: Beauty loves heroes!hahaha......

At the end of the line, I, the white-eyed hero, suddenly "flew" out! There were even all kinds of cheers of "playing soy sauce": It's amazing! This hero came out with swords, and immediately beat the bad guy to the ground, and fled in embarrassment! If you guessed correctly, you are Xu Liang, who is known as the white-eyed hero......

All the storylines are developed according to the temporary arrangement of me, the "little director", and the storylines are similar, the protagonist uses the "invincible world" magic and peerless magic skills to defeat all the bad guys, and rescues the little girl who was bullied by the bad guys.

At that time, as long as I was accompanied by my mother, I felt extremely happy and satisfied. Many literary works have gorgeous praise and embellishment of the word mother's love, and for me, mother's love is my whole world.

How much I wish that such a harmonious day could go on forever, and that it could really be as I wished?