At dinner, Zhao Hong came to the restaurant with most of the remaining medicine and instructions, Lei Wenhui was already waiting there, he didn't care about eating, he left with his things after cooking, and his steps were very hurried. It seems that his mother's illness has recently worsened. Zhao Hong knows that in fact, arthritis is also related to age, after all, the younger the body, the better the physical fitness, and the better the resistance to arthritis. And his mother's health has obviously begun to decline gradually, and her condition will naturally gradually worsen.

In the following days, Zhao Hong did not see Lei Wenhui and Liu Xiaoqing again in the restaurant, and he did not know what the situation was.

About ten days or so, when Zhao Hong was eating alone in the restaurant (the second child went to find a job), Lei Wenhui and Liu Xiaoqing helped their mother into the restaurant again, and it seemed that they were not lame, this was a significant improvement? The three of them slowly walked to the other side of Zhao Hong's table and sat down, Lei Wenhui's mother's face was already a little better this time, no longer so pale, there was already a little normal red, and the smile was a little more natural than last time.

Lei Wenhui said a little excitedly, "Thank you, thank you......" choked up and was a little speechless. Or his mother herself said, "Your medicine is indeed very effective, three days to start to relieve pain and itching, this is close to 10 days, I feel as if the stiff joints have a feeling, although I know that it is impossible to cure all of them, but the doctor who just examined said that this is already the best situation, and it can only be slowly controlled in the future." ”

Liu Xiaoqing went to eat, Lei Mu stretched out her hand to hold the whistle, and made a eating action with some trembling. Not perfect, but there is already a beginning.

After the meal, Liu Xiaoqing accompanied Lei Mu away. Lei Wenhui and Zhao Hong chatted about their own stories. "My family is a very poor family. When I was in elementary school, my father died. My mother and I supported each other and gently sent my father away with a pile of loess.

My mother didn't remarry, and she pulled me hard. At that time, there was no electricity in the village, and every night I read aloud and wrote and drew under the oil lamp, and my mother took a needle and thread and gently and carefully sewed my mother's love into my clothes. Day after day, year after year, when the certificates covered the two mottled earthen walls, I was like a green bamboo in spring, growing upward. Looking at me, who was half a head taller than my mother, the wrinkles in the corners of my mother's eyes were full of smiles.

When the trees on the mountain were full of autumn, I was admitted to the county key No. 1 middle school. My mother, however, suffered from severe rheumatism and was unable to do farm work, sometimes without enough to eat. At that time, students in No. 1 Middle School had to bring 30 catties of rice to the canteen every month. I knew that my mother couldn't take it, so I said, "Mother, I want to drop out of school and help you with farm work." My mother touched my head and said lovingly, "You have this heart, my mother is happy in her heart, but you have to read the book." Don't worry, if your mother gives birth to you, there will be a way to raise you. You go to the school first, and I'll send the rice later. "I stubbornly said no, my mother said go, I still said no, my mother swung a rough slap and threw it firmly in my face, it was the first time I was beaten at the age of 16......

I finally went to school, looking at my distant back, my mother was silently meditating.

Not long after, the large cafeteria of the county No. 1 middle school welcomed her belated mother, who limped in the door, panting as she unloaded a bag of rice from her shoulder. Master Xiong, who was in charge of the registration of the scale, opened the mouth of the bag, grabbed a handful of rice and looked at it, his brows tightened, and said, "You parents, always like to take a small advantage." You see, there are early, medium, late, and fine rice, which simply treats our canteen as a miscellaneous rice bucket. The mother blushed and said she was sorry. Seeing this, Master Xiong didn't say anything more and accepted it. The mother took out a small cloth bag and said, "Master, this is 5 yuan, my son's living expenses for this month, please transfer it to him." Master Xiong took it and shook it, and the coins inside were dingding. He joked, "What, you sell tea eggs on the street?" The mother's face turned red again, thanked her, and limped away.

At the beginning of another month, the mother walked into the cafeteria with a bag of rice on her back. Master Xiong opened the bag to see the rice as usual, and his brows were locked again, it was still variegated rice. He wondered if he hadn't explained it clearly to the mother last time, so he said to her word by word: "No matter what kind of rice, we will take it." But the varieties must be separated, and they must not be mixed together, otherwise they will not be cooked, and the cooked rice will also be sandwiched. Next time, I won't accept it. The mother begged with some trepidation: "Master, my family's rice is like this, what should I do?" Master Xiong couldn't cry and laughed, and asked, "Your family can grow 100 kinds of rice in one acre of land?" Mother didn't dare to squeak, and Master Xiong no longer paid attention to her.

At the beginning of the third month, when the mother came again, Master Xiong was furious when he saw the rice, and scolded him in a tone that almost lost his mind: "Hey, I said that you are a mother, why are you stubborn? Why are you still motley rice?

The mother seemed to have expected it, bent her knees, knelt in front of Master Xiong, and two lines of hot tears poured out of her sunken and godless eyes: "Master, let me tell you the truth, this rice is my ...... "Master Xiong was taken aback, his eyes widened, and he was speechless for a long time.

The mother sat on the ground and pulled up her trouser legs, revealing a pair of stiff and deformed legs, swollen into a fusiform shape...... My mother wiped away a handful of tears and said, "I have a middle and late stage rheumatism, and it is difficult for me to walk, let alone farm. My son was sensible and wanted to quit school to help me, but I slapped him to school......"

She also explained to Master Xiong that she had been hiding it from the villagers, and she was even more afraid that I would hurt my self-esteem. Every day, when the sky was bright, she would carry an empty rice bag and a stick to the village more than ten miles away to beg for food, and then sneak into the village after dark. She gathered the rice she had begged for and delivered it to school at the beginning of the month...... The mother was babbling, and Master Xiong was already in tears. He picked up his mother and said, "Good mother, I will immediately go and tell the principal that I want the school to donate money to your family." The mother shook her hand in a panic and said, "Don't, don't, if the son knows that his mother is begging for food for him to go to school, it will destroy his self-esteem." It's not good for him to study. I have received the kindness of the master, please keep it secret for me, remember to remember!"

The mother was gone, limping.

The principal finally found out about this and quietly reduced my tuition and living expenses for three years in the name of a particularly poor student. Three years later, I was admitted to Haishi Normal University with a score of 570. On the day of the farewell to the graduates, the principal of the county No. 1 middle school specially invited me to the podium, and I wondered: There are many students who have scored higher than me in the exam, why did they just invite me to the stage? What is even more strange is that there are still three bulging snakeskin bags piled up on the stage. At this time, Master Xiong came to the stage and told the story of my mother begging for rice for me to go to school, and the audience was silent. The principal pointed to the three snakeskin bags and said with emotion: "These are the three sacks of rice that the mother in the story begged for, and these are the food that money cannot buy in the world." Now I invite this great mother to the stage. ”

I looked back in confusion and saw Master Xiong helping my mother to move step by step to the stage. I don't know what I was thinking at that moment, and the shock was no less than the stormy waves. I looked at my mother, my mother's eyes were warm and soft, and a lock of gray hair was scattered in front of my forehead, I pounced on her, hugged her, and cried: "Mother, my mother, ...... mother"

When he spoke, Lei Wenhui was already in tears. And Zhao Hong also listened silently and cried silently.