Love is the intersection of hearts and minds, the mother loves the father deeply, the father loves the mother deeply, they love the son deeply, and the son also loves them deeply, this is the deep love of their family.

Seeing her haggard mother, looking at her secretly sad feelings, my mother is old, and my mother is really suffering. Yoo Zhiyu tried to suppress the tears in his eyes, but in the end he didn't let it fall.

Liu Zhiyu turned his head to look at Jiang Jianping with red circles in his eyes, and said with self-reproach: "Sister Ping, I'm late when I came back, thank you for your hard work." ”

"I'm not hard, my aunt is hard, it's good if you're back, hurry up and let my aunt sit down, she didn't sleep all night last night, and she hasn't eaten much until now. Jiang Jianping stretched out her hand to support Jiang Feng'e and persuaded.

Liu Zhiyu let go of his mother, supported her and let her sit down, squatted down in front of her, and said distressedly: "Mom, how can you not eat, I know you have no appetite, but you still have to eat some food, Dad still needs us to take good care of it, we can't collapse first, right?"

Jiang Feng'e wiped a handful of tears, snorted, and looked at her beloved son, who was finally back.

After all, she is also a strong woman, and said in a low voice: "I'm worried about your father, I really can't eat, I feel at ease when you come back, thanks to your Sister Ping for the past two days, if she hadn't accompanied me, I wouldn't know what I would have done." ”

"Auntie, this is what I should do, your heart should be relaxed, Uncle Taji has his own natural appearance, he will be fine, he will be fine soon." Jiang Jianping comforted Jiang Feng'e and held her hand tightly, the warmth transmitted by her hand was a kind of power, which could make people strong and cheer up.

Jiang Jianping knows Jiang Feng'e best, after all, the relationship between this aunt and nephew is too close and too deep.

Liu Zhiyu asked his father about some specific conditions, and he was not allowed to visit in the intensive care unit at this time, so he went out to buy some food for his mother.

My father was still in the intensive care unit, where doctors and nurses were watching, and they could only wait outside for news, which was a kind of psychological torment and anxious waiting. Of course, this is also a kind of hope, my father's condition is at least slowly stabilizing, and as long as his condition is stable, he can be transferred to a general ward for treatment and recovery.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, seeing a doctor coming out of the intensive care unit, Liu Zhiyu hurriedly stepped forward and called the doctor, and carefully asked if he could go in to see his father Liu Guosheng.

The doctor looked at Liu Zhiyu, frowned and thought about it, and did not speak for a while. Liu Zhiyu hurriedly said that he had something to do and had just come back from the field, and wanted to go in and say a few words to his father. The doctor looked at Liu Zhiyu's eager appearance, and finally nodded and agreed, asking him to abide by the rules inside and come out as soon as possible after the visit.

After Liu Zhiyu kept thanking him, he walked into the intensive care unit under the leadership of a nurse, put on an isolation gown and a mask as required, and walked lightly to his father Liu Guosheng's hospital bed.

Looking at his father lying quietly on the hospital bed, he looked so sick and weak, and his face was lifeless, which Liu Zhiyu had never seen before.

Liu Zhiyu's heart kept crying, biting his lip tightly, trying to calm his breathing, and slowly bent down to approach his father.

Liu Guosheng did not fall asleep, but closed his eyes to recuperate, he may have felt the change in light, or he may have heard a slight breathing, and he may have felt the telepathy of father and son, heart and heart, he slowly opened his eyes and saw his son Liu Zhiyu who appeared in front of him.

Liu Guosheng blinked, and finally saw Liu Zhiyu's face clearly, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, a smile appeared at the corner of his eyes, his lips opened slightly, and he said weakly: "You, you're back, the case is ...... Done?"

Liu Zhiyu nodded vigorously, his eyes were filled with tears again, he quickly raised his hand to wipe it away, and said in a low voice: "Well, the person has been arrested, the case has been solved, and I just rushed back." How do you feel?"

"That's good, can't ...... Delayed work. I'm fine, I'm still ...... Can't die, Lord Yama...... Can't take mine. Liu Guosheng said slowly, downplaying his illness and not minding it.

Liu Zhiyu's heart was pierced by a needle again, this is his father, an old policeman, he has always taught his son like this, and he has always devoted himself to that career, although he has long left his post and is about to retire.

"Dad, my work can't be delayed, you can rest well, stabilize your body, and recover slowly. I know, your life is hard, the little ghost has to hide when he sees you, and the Lord of Yama can't do anything to you. However, the body is your own, you still have to pay attention to your body bones, and you must not worry about it as before. Liu Zhiyu persuaded.

Liu Guosheng nodded imperceptibly, suddenly remembered something, and said softly: "That summary, I've finished it, when you go home, sort it out for me, and you can change it again, it's best to print it out." ”

Liu Zhiyu didn't expect his father's body to be like this, and he was still thinking about his life summary, listening to the meaning of his words, it seems that his life summary has finally completed the first draft, which is also a good thing, he doesn't have to stay up late to write things anymore, and the rest of the things will be handled by his son for his father.

"Dad, I know, just leave it to me. Don't think too much, what you need most now is to recuperate and rest. My mother is outside, Sister Ping is accompanying her, don't worry, getting better as soon as possible is the most important thing. Liu Zhiyu nodded in response.

Liu Guosheng said a few words, and then felt a trace of exhaustion. Liu Zhiyu also saw it, so he comforted him a few words, told him to close his eyes and rest, and then silently left the intensive care unit.

Jiang Feng'e saw Liu Zhiyu coming out of the ward, and asked anxiously, "Liu Zhiyu, how is your father?"

Liu Zhiyu smiled hard and said comfortingly: "Mom, my dad is much better, in good spirits, and very conscious, he wants me to tell you, so that you don't worry too much, he has been thinking about you in his heart." Moreover, he was still thinking about his life summary, and asked me to sort it out and print it for him, and he finally completed this almost impossible task. ”

Jiang Feng'e was so angry that she raised her hand and patted her thigh, and sighed helplessly with hatred: "Hey, this old man just makes people feel uncomfortable, if it weren't for him tinkering with that thing every night, he wouldn't have stayed up too often, and finally boiled down his body." I have advised him a few times, but he just won't listen, otherwise, there would not be such a critical situation this time. ”

"Mom, that's Dad's spiritual sustenance, if you don't let him tinker, his heart will be empty, and he won't be able to sleep at night, it's not the same as insomnia, and his body won't be good if he doesn't rest well, don't you say?"

"What kind of spiritual sustenance, just tinkering with it, what can be drummed up, the body is collapsed, and it is useless to tinker with anything!"

"Mom, don't complain about Dad, it's not easy for him, at such an old age, and he still writes a summary of his life, to be honest, I admire him from the bottom of my heart, it's really not easy for him to do this, I'm proud of having such a father. ”

"What is there to admire about him, are you proud of him?"

"Mom, I have a good mother like you, and I am proud that you are the best mother in the world. Liu Zhiyu sat next to Jiang Feng'e, hugged his mother tightly, and mother and son relied on each other and talked heartily.

"You, you will say warm words......" Jiang Feng'e couldn't help but be said by Liu Zhiyu again.

"Auntie, Liu Zhiyu has grown up and is sensible, you and your uncle are the best people in the world, good people have a safe life, we will all be fine, we all want to be safe and happy. Jiang Jianping said, taking out a tissue to help Jiang Feng'e wipe her tears.

Jiang Feng'e tried to squeeze out a smile, took the tissue from Jiang Jianping's hand, and wiped the tears from her face and eyes.

From the doctor, I learned that Liu Guosheng's physical condition has stabilized, and their hearts have also settled down.

Liu Zhiyu saw that it was getting late, so he persuaded Sister Ping to go back and take a look, there was still a little nephew to take care of at home. Jiang Jianping accompanied Jiang Feng'e to talk again, and told Liu Zhiyu well, and then left a little reluctantly.

Liu Zhiyu found a bed so that his mother could rest at night, and for the time being, he could not go back to the house, and he had to wait outside the intensive care room 24 hours a day, and if there was a situation, he could deal with it at any time.

Liu Zhiyu talked with his mother, and in order to stop her from thinking about her father's illness, she kept telling jokes about her childhood and interesting stories when she went to the police academy to distract her mother.

Gradually, Jiang Feng'e began to yawn constantly, after all, she didn't sleep last night, and she was able to hold on to it so far.

Liu Zhiyu persuaded her to lie down and rest, Jiang Feng'e said a few words and was not sleepy, but she was still pressed by Liu Zhiyu to lie down, and she fell asleep in a short time, she was too tired and sleepy.

In fact, Liu Zhiyu felt very tired, he continued to squat outside, then he was arrested, returned overnight to continue the interrogation, and now he is staying in the hospital with his mother, remembering his father, he doesn't know where to put his mind, once the previous high spirit passes, the kind of exhaustion from the bone marrow makes him unwilling to even break away from his eyelids.

Looking at his sleeping mother, Liu Zhiyu gently covered her with a thin sheet, it was not too warm at this time at night, and it was easy to catch a cold when it was a cool breeze. Liu Zhiyu walked to the corridor alone, found an empty seat on the chair and sat down, tightened his coat, and closed his eyes to take a nap, he didn't dare to sleep too hard, afraid of something in the ward, as long as he could close his eyes, his brain could rest, which was already very good.

The night passed quite long, Liu Zhiyu kept tossing and turning in waking up and falling asleep repeatedly, many times his eyes were closed, but the brain was running when he was awake.

He remembered that when he was a child, he loved to secretly take his father's police big-brimmed hat and put it on his head, the hat was so big that his little head couldn't wear it at all, either east or west, it was very funny, and his father kept praising him, asking him to be a policeman when he grew up, and said that Lao Tzu was a hero, and the Wen family police fought the world.

The dream is a long time ago, and it is also very long, that is the attachment of Liu Zhiyu's heart. Father, after a lifetime of hard work, he finally couldn't survive the wind and frost of the years, no matter how fast the sickle was, there were times when it was dulled, and no matter how hard a man was, there were times when he couldn't stand it.

After all, he is not a steel and iron bone, he is a mortal in the flesh, and his body has long been overdrawn, and he can no longer withstand the painstaking toss of the wind, frost, and sword.