Time flies so fast, it's Friday in a blink of an eye, and I can go home in another day, and I can't tell how happy I am. Wen Zhu wiped his soap head by the sink in the corner, ready to call it a day, and the clock on the wall was still a moment away from work.

At this time, the master came to inform him to go upstairs to the finance department to answer the phone, it was your father calling. Curry's inner line just now, probably that's it.

"Father called?" Wen Zhu wondered, "Father is a hands-off shopkeeper who doesn't care about anything." ”

There is a sense of foreboding rising in my heart, but I can't think of anything. Wen Zhu's hands were not washed and ran out, and he waved his hand a few times in the air when he ran, and entered the finance department with a cigarette, said thank you to the accountant, and picked up the phone.

It was indeed my father's voice: "Wenzhu, your mother is sick." ”

"My mother is sick, and she's fine when I go to work on Monday. What's wrong?" Wen Zhu asked anxiously.

"Not long after you went to work, your mother and I went to work in the fields. Somehow, after a while, your mother had a nosebleed, and most of the bowl was dripping. Your mother thought it was a trivial matter, and said that it would be fine when she went home and lay down for a while. I didn't go to the hospital, you also know your mother's temper, you always carry minor illnesses, and you don't see it until you can't stay up. After lying at home for two days, the medical station will use some medicine. There is no improvement, your mother is weak, and her head hurts even more. I went to the town the day before yesterday and couldn't find anything; yesterday I went to the district and still didn't find anything; today I went to the city and said yes, I said it was cancer。。。。。。 Dad was so frightened by "cancer" that he choked up on the other end of the phone.

Talking about cancer discoloration, Wen Zhu's heart was cold, and he couldn't tell for a while on the phone, so he asked his father: "What hospital is my mother in?"

"Fourth Hospital, Bed 10 on the 4th floor of the inpatient area. Dad said the address in grief.

Wenzhu told his father that he would arrive soon, hung up the phone, borrowed a bicycle from a colleague, and rushed out of the factory gate. It usually takes 20 minutes to drive, but today it takes 10 minutes to arrive, and the red lights on the road and the white eyes of pedestrians are all left behind.

When Wenzhu stood on the edge of his mother's bed, his mother was still squinting and hanging salt water, looking very weak. I put a small blanket on my body, I haven't seen him for a few days, and I have lost a lot of weight. Dad sat next to his mother, and his eyes were red and swollen.

Dad called from a public phone, and my mother didn't know about Wenzhu's arrival, and when she opened her eyes and saw Wenzhu, she was very surprised, and asked vaguely: "Why are you here?"

Wen Zhu motioned to his mother not to make a sound, and gently blamed his mother: "Why didn't you go to the hospital earlier?

The mother said that there was a small problem, nothing, and said that the old man would not be able to do things, which would affect the child's work. Why is it that the mother's heart is always pretending to be a child?

Wen Zhu's nose was sore, afraid of tears gushing out, so he used the excuse of going to the toilet, but actually went to the doctor's office.

There was a doctor sitting inside, in his forties, with a short-faced, small-eyed, and snobbish look. The mouth is a little protruding, probably because the tooth scoop can't cover it, and the villagers say "the kind that can be eaten clean without a spoon to eat watermelon".

The doctor was taking off his glasses and reading the newspaper, which were about the same as the bottom of a wine bottle. Wen Zhu tapped twice at the door, and the doctor hurriedly put on his glasses, his sunken eyes looked smaller and rounder, and seemed to be only a little, infinitesimally small, and opened his mouth to ask, "Who are you looking for?"

Wen Zhu wanted to throw a cigarette to close the distance, but when he saw that there were several Chinese and Furong kings scattered on the table, the humble Hongta Mountain was shabby and couldn't take it, so he replied directly: "Doctor Jiang, I am a family member of bed No. 10, ask about my mother's situation?"

The doctor flipped through the medical records, and his eyes fell on a medical record, as if he was talking to himself, and like answering Wenzhu: "Bed No. 10, is it Wu Sanmei?"

"Yes, may I ask the doctor what disease my mother has, and what are the symptoms?" Wen Zhu asked eagerly.

"Judging from the symptoms, there is a tumor in the nose, and the specific diagnosis will come out tomorrow. The patient is relatively weak, pay attention to recuperation. The doctor said as he looked at Wenzhu with snobbish eyes.

"Is there a tumor in the nose, is it benign or malignant, does it matter?" Wen Zhu continued to ask against the doctor's eyes.

"Hope is benign, maybe neutral, and of course be prepared for malignancy. The doctor's words are more humane than the diplomat's "nowhere to advise", and the result is the same: it is equivalent to not saying anything.

"Judging from your many years of practicing medicine, what is the stage of my mother now?" Wen Zhu hoped to know that it was the initial result, so that the stone in his heart could fall to the ground.

"Early resection, the middle stage is a bit troublesome, and the late stage is powerless. The diplomatic reply made Wen Zhu quite annoyed, but he couldn't send it, just like the fire in the stove was so strong that it "crackled", but it couldn't burn outside.

Wen Zhu said well, he always tirelessly said a few words, I understand your feelings, please cooperate with the doctor, the hospital is a place to save lives, we do our best, the old fritters in the doctor. It's like two people playing chess, one repeats the general, and the other passively resists, and there is no progress.

Wen Zhu turned around angrily and returned to his mother's bed. The mother was still worried about the work at home, and the helpless Wen Changfa was sent back.

Wen Zhu looked through the hospital diagnosis in his mother's bag and found that there were no differences in the items examined in the town, the district, and the city, and the results were similar, so why did every hospital have to do the same examination? Could it be that the district didn't believe in the town and the city didn't believe in the district? A person with a bleeding nose and wanted to do a full body examination, so disorderly, just for the sake of the patient? Wen Zhu was angry but helpless, and he had a lot of strength in his hand but didn't know which direction to poke.

For the sake of profit, the three hospitals tossed the mother three times and charged money three times, and there were tickets to evidence, which was reasonable, just like getting on the bus to buy a ticket. The sick can only be like fish on a chopping board, to be slaughtered.

At night, Wen Zhu grabbed his mother's hand with one hand, and lay on the edge of the bed for a night for fear of losing his mother, and did not rent a recliner for five yuan a night.

Early tomorrow morning, Wen Hui caught up by the first bus. Wen Hui was puzzled, why did the mother of the "Iron Warrior" fall ill? He still can't accept this fact, because in his memory, his mother has never had a record of being sick.

Seeing that his younger brother was coming, Wen Zhu said a few words and went to work. At noon, he turned back again, and Dr. Jiang's words were still ambiguous, and he did not give a definite answer, but only said that the patient was weak, so he would take care of it first and check it after a while.

Within three or five days, the news of Wen Zhuniang's illness spread like a leg, running all over every corner of Wenjiazhuang and Dongjiawan, as well as some other places.

While working in the fields, Wen Zhu's father was worried about his wife, the corners of his mouth were foaming, and his heart was bitter.

An old bachelor in the village came up and whispered to Wenchang: "The third sister is sick, and the most money will not help." There was a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.

Wen Changfa is an honest person, and he didn't weigh the bad intentions of others, he was worried like an ant on a hot pot at home, he didn't know what to do, he was worried about money, and he was worried about his wife, and most of his head was gray overnight.

Later, Uncle Wenzheng found out about it, and scolded the old bachelor for being a dog blood sprayer, and his body was incomplete. The old bachelor slipped away with his tail between his legs, no, it was a crutch.

Wen Zhuniang has been in the hospital for more than a week, routinely checking her temperature every day, and sometimes taking blood tests. After a few days of recuperation, Wen Zhuniang recovered a lot, felt that it was no big deal, and still thought about her home, shouting that she wanted to be discharged from the hospital, and thought that the hospital was making a big fuss purely to cheat money. The doctor couldn't say that she could be discharged from the hospital at her own risk.

During this period, relatives and friends came to visit Wen Zhuniang one after another, three maternal uncles and two aunts, uncles and uncles, several families in the village, and cousins who married into the city also came.

Wen Zhuniang thanked the people who visited, and said that the hospital was messing around, and she was fine, but she was just delaying everyone's anxiety.

After gossiping, he said goodbye, and when he left, he put down three or five hundred yuan, saying that he didn't know what you wanted to eat, so he should buy some nutrition for himself.

Wen Zhuniang pretended to refuse to accept it, but she still accepted it after a few rounds, and asked Wen Hui to keep the account. Wen Hui asked why? The mother said that this was a favor account and would be repaid in the future, and Wen Hui seemed to understand whether he understood the account.

Since the crucian carp soup brought by my cousin was very appetizing, my mother drank a lot, and when she was happy, she proposed to go out for a walk. Wen Hui has been suffocating to death in the past few days, and he has long wanted to move his muscles and bones, so of course he agreed.

At night, the mother and son went to visit the night market, the hospital was at this end of the moral education bridge, the night market was at the other end of the moral education bridge, and under the bridge was a tributary of the canal. Both sides of the road are filled with stalls of clothing, toys, cold drinks and more. The stall owners shouted as hard as they could, and it seemed that whoever shouted louder would have a better business.

Wenzhu and the three of them only watched and didn't buy it, and went all the way, with their mother in the middle, and the brothers protecting them left and right.

The heat of the day faded away with the noisy crowds, and the evening breeze blew with the lights swaying in the wind and shadows dangling on the ground. The buildings along the canal are antique, which look * during the day, but add tranquility at night, quiet in the wind, guarding the canal. The surface of the water refracted the light, refracted into the sky, and confiscated to the endless darkness.

There are no boats on the river, probably because of the ban on boats, and a few pleasure boats stop at the royal pier, undulating with the waves. The wharf is said to be the place where Qianlong went ashore, and Wen Hui deliberately went up and jumped twice. After walking back and forth for two years, Wen Zhu saw that his mother was not interested, and the three of them went home.

Two days later, Dong Mei accompanied her mother to come, and the two parents' families met each other, and they were extremely enthusiastic, holding hands and asking long and short questions, and the intimacy was no different from that of the family. Dong Mei and Wen Zhu stayed on the side, and they couldn't interject, so they could only use their eyes to communicate and care. Because there is no official matchmaker, and you can't directly call your in-laws.

Dong Meiniang said: "Eldest sister, because I was busy, I just took the time to come to see you today, you won't complain." ”

Wen Zhuniang said: "Where, big sister, you are here to give me a big face." Don't get angry, don't get angry. ”

Women are far more energetic than men, and there is no shortage of things that can be told back and forth several times. The two women are a play, which is very reasonable, and it is a big play. You praise my son, and I praise your daughter, and you don't lose each other.

Wen Zhu and Dong Mei saw that their parents were chatting energetically, so they slipped out, just in time to meet Cheng Bang sweating profusely and coming in with a flower basket.

Cheng Bang had just returned from a business trip, and when he heard that Wen Zhuniang was sick, he rushed over on a sports car. Cheng Bang went in to say hello to the two elders and slipped out, and Wen Zhuniang was happy again.

Unexpectedly, the illness could shorten the distance between the two mothers, Wen Zhuniang saw that the time was ripe, put aside all scruples, and forgot about the patients in the house, so she proposed the marriage of Wenzhu and Dong Mei.

Dong Meiniang was cheerful, and said: "Eldest sister, when you are well, invite a matchmaker to come to my house to propose marriage, and I will do it next year, and I am also anxious to hug my grandson." ”

Unexpectedly, her mother-in-law was so reasonable, Wen Zhuniang was overjoyed: "Okay, I'll ask Uncle Wenzheng to be a matchmaker." "Uncle Wen is highly respected, and Dong Meiniang is naturally happy.

Wen Zhu and the three of them chose a shady place in the small garden and sat down, and Wen Zhu told the two about his mother's condition. Dong Mei thinks it's no big deal, but Chengbang doesn't.

Cheng Bang asked Wenzhu: "Do you mean anything to the attending doctor?"

Wen Zhu replied puzzled: "No." ”

"Casual nerd!" Cheng Bang snorted, Wen Zhu scolded him in the dark, and looked at him with two eyes to ask for a solution.

Then Cheng Bang made a long comment: "The person with a big belly and belly entered the slimming hospital, and after a course of treatment, he still felt beautiful when he came out, regardless of whether it was because of dieting or laxatives."

"When I got seriously ill and went to the hospital, the doctor didn't say that the cure was good, nor did he say that it couldn't be cured, but did his best. If it is the truth, the patient's family is really relieved, but in fact, it is a cliché, and there is no standard at all if you don't do your best.

"Nine times out of ten, people who see a doctor are not professionals, and you can shop around for things, but you can't see a doctor. If you don't look at the list carefully, you don't notice the first repeated charge, then it will get worse later, and even more money will flow into the hospital's account room like water.

"If you inadvertently find out and negotiate solemnly, he will understate, prevaricate today, perfunctory tomorrow, say it is the problem of the machine, say it is the handover of the shift, and sometimes use negligence as an excuse, but never neglect to the realm of charging less money to the patient. Like Tai Chi, he gently pushes you around, you are in a hurry, he pulls out thousands of pounds in four or two, and there is no profit.

"There are also some doctors whose quality is really flattering, you forget to do it, he is cold to you, as if he has just returned from Antarctica, and as if you owe him eight lifetimes of money and have not repaid it, as if he is a fair justice in the court, in fact, he is the same as some judges: the guy who 'eats the defendant and eats the plaintiff'.

Later, when you do, his smile is obviously squeezed out, as if his smile is also a paid service, and will secretly reveal some words that should have been told to you.

"There are also more serious, don't eat this set, go to the appeal. The health bureau is the top boss of the hospital, and you are very diligent in protecting it, you move to the media, enter the judicial process, and prepare to break the net, maybe you really win, but the money and time you spent are wronged, and many people retreat because of this.

"Of course, there are extreme people who do extreme things, and as a result, reason becomes unreasonable, sympathy becomes condemnation, and if you don't get it right, you will become a prisoner, and the gains outweigh the losses. ”

Wen Zhu was confused when he heard it, and he didn't know that there was so much knowledge in seeing a doctor. What kind of philosophy is this? When the profundity in the classroom is still understood, the interpersonal relationships in society seem simple, but they are complicated. You think it's unreasonable, but it's popular, and every line has its unspoken rules.

You would be very wrong to think that a cigarette, a meal, is social. Wen Zhu instilled Chengbang with one head and two big heads, and he was even a little stupid. It seems that when you enter the big dye vat of society, you have to re-examine and re-learn, otherwise it will always be the background of others.

Dong Mei urged Wenzhu to give the doctor a red envelope, but Wenzhu thought that it was impossible to do it in accordance with the law and reason, and he resolutely refused.

was so angry that Chengbang scolded Wenzhu: "You can't teach your son." "Walk away.

And Wenzhu does his own thing, but he is more conflicted in his heart: Chengbang is a good brother, and he will not give me the "Shandong Road". Is I really impersonal? Not suitable for socializing? But how to balance doing it and separating it from my own personality seems to be a big issue in life.

Strange to say, in the days to come, the doctors were diligent and thoughtful. A snobbish smile, though blunt, is better than a cold face. Although it is not an exaggeration to say it, it is not far from eight.

Wen Zhu was very puzzled, thinking that the snobbish 180-degree turn was for a reason. What's going on? Cheng Bang revealed that it was a gift from Dong Mei, and the truth was revealed.

Wen Zhu asked Dong Mei: "Who told you to give a gift, and how much?"

Dong Mei was very angry when she heard this: "Wenzhu, you didn't say thank you, but you asked about the crime." You figure it out, I'm for your mother, not for you. ”

Wen Zhu was speechless when he said this, and he also woke up Wen Zhu. Wenzhu is a filial person, and now what he wants is not the law, nor morality, but the mother, the mother is the dearest, and the family affection is priceless. If the mother is gone, what is the use of ethics and morality? Wen Zhu knew that Dong Mei was to blame, and tried his best to apologize.

Dong Mei is not a stingy person, seeing Wenzhu Kaihua, who admits death, she told him a good news: "My mother said, when your mother is well, your mother will invite someone to come to my house to propose, and the two of us will 。。。。。。 Only...... As he spoke, he blushed and looked at Wen Zhu, although he didn't finish his words, it sounded tongue-twisting, but the meaning was clear.

Wen Zhu hugged his beloved woman, swept away the bitterness of many days, and grabbed Dong Mei's lips and kissed wildly, Dong Mei also needed such warmth, and the two moisturized each other.

It seems that Wen Zhuniang's illness will be good in the future, and the marriage of the two is just around the corner.

The sky is full of stars like crystals thrown by someone, frogs in the wind disappear one after another, and fireflies light lanterns and swim around.

At the beginning of August, the hospital invited experts from Shanghai for consultation and diagnosed Wen Zhuniang as nose cancer, if not treated in time, the virus will metastasize, that is a joke with life.

Because the tumor in the nose is relatively filthy and connected to the blood vessels, it is difficult to operate, so it can only be treated by radiotherapy and chemotherapy. Radiotherapy is to kill it, chemotherapy is to prevent it from recurring and metastasizing.

The hospital's previous rejection turned out to be that it did not have that level of certainty in its own technology, and it did not want to run away from the patients, and if it ruined its reputation, who would come if it was spread out? The place is small and the technology is poor, which is not unreasonable.

Although he was mentally prepared, Wen Zhu was still taken aback, and said to his mother with grief: "Shanghai experts said that if there is a polyp in the nose, after being stirred off with a laser, there will be no nosebleeds." ”

The mother believes that it is true, but she does not believe who her son believes! thinks that it is a trivial matter: "Excited, excited, go home early after the excitement, and save yourself from spending money here." "In fact, I was still thinking about Wenzhu's marriage.

Wen Zhuniang is not lonely in the hospital, she has two sons who take turns to accompany her, and the old man comes up every other day to report the progress of farm work, and there are patients chatting, and she is also happy mentally.

There was a little nurse who fell in love with Wen Zhu and always asked Wen Zhu Niang for her phone number. Except for Dong Mei, Wen Zhuniang didn't enter her eyes, and she dealt with it politely at first, but then ignored it.

The little nurse was bored with herself, she was overjoyed, and she shed tears twice.

aroused the envy of patients, saying that Wen Zhuniang is so blessed, the two sons are handsome and filial, and the daughter-in-law is also as beautiful as a flower. Wen Zhuniang listened to such compliments, accepted all the orders, and smiled heartily.

Radiotherapy killed the tumor and also injured the body, and there is a suspicion of "killing a thousand enemies and injuring 800 yourself". Wen Zhuniang's neck painted a lot of red circles, for radiation irradiation, after a month of treatment, people are haggard a lot, the pain is only clear to her, in order to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible to Wen Zhu to propose, Wen Zhu Niang endured, endured. With a spiritual backbone, physical pain is nothing.

Sometimes I couldn't help it, so I asked Wenzhu: "Son, why can't a sarcoma get rid of? Is it a polyp?"

"Mother, it's a polyp, it could have been surgically cut, but it didn't grow well, and surgery might cause blood vessels to rupture. Therefore, the use of conservative lasers, in order to provoke more thoroughly, the time is naturally longer. Mother, don't worry, Shanghai experts will not lie. Would you like to drink water? I'll pour it for you. "White lies need more lies to be rounded, although there will always be a day when it will be broken, so hide it for a day.

Because some patients did not die of illness, but died of illness in a hurry. Wen Zhuniang saw that there was no flaw in the question, and thought that what Wen Zhu said was right, so she lay down on her side.

Wen Zhu took advantage of the water to wipe the sweat from his palms. Wen Hui had already started school at this time and came back once in half a month.

The Wenzhu factory and the hospital are busy at both ends, and people have lost weight again, Dong Mei is distressed when she sees it, and her mother is even more distressed.

The hospital said that after the radiotherapy was over, the patient would rest for half a month and then undergo chemotherapy, and as for the number of courses of treatment, it would be decided according to the condition and prepare 50,000 yuan.

The family's savings had long been exhausted, and my father had borrowed a total of 20,000 yuan from relatives and villages, and one of the cousins, who was quite wealthy, only borrowed 1,908. It is okay not to borrow, 2,000 is also possible, and 1,988 is clearly unwilling to borrow, and it is a product of compromise in the face of feelings. The fraction of eighty yuan pierced Wenzhu's heart like a sword, imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't let go.

For Wenzhu, this kind of help is a shame, an insult to family affection, and the money is not about how much, but about sincerity. If it weren't for his father's obstruction, Wen Zhu resolutely retreated.

At the critical moment, Cheng Bang heard the news and sent 20,000, the affection of the buddies is only understood by the buddies, Wen Zhu threw a grateful look at him, and Cheng Bang smiled: "If I am in trouble, you will not stand idly by." Then send a hug, a hug of encouragement, a hug that Wenzhu will not retreat in the face of difficulties.

Half of Dong Mei's money is given to her parents, and half is kept for herself. She took it upon herself to bring 30,000 yuan to Wenzhu, and 20,000 yuan was kept for circulation.

Seeing Dong Mei's selfless dedication, Wen Zhu said movingly: "Mei, I can't take this money, I owe you too much, what do you want me to pay back in the future?"

"Take it! What you haven't paid back! Now is the time to use the money. Your mother is my mother, my mother is well, this money is nothing. Money can't buy life, we do our best, don't leave regrets. Dong Mei's words hit Chinese Zhu's heart like lightning, making Wen Zhu unable to refuse again.

Even Wen Hui's class donated 1,550 yuan, which made Wen Zhu sigh that there is true love everywhere in the world.

Life is the best teacher of learning, and tribulations make people mature. Wenzhu did not have the opportunity to worry about the sky, before starting the "war to defend his mother", Wenzhu convened his father and Wenhui to hold a family meeting to give a brief introduction to his mother's latest illness and the family's economic situation.

Because his mother's condition was not optimistic, his father listened to the old tears, Wen Hui frowned sadly, and sighed. Sadness was condensing in the air, about to condense into frost, and the light seemed to be affected and dimmer. The air couldn't stand the oppression and slipped out the back door with the wind. The atmosphere in the room was solemn and sad, and it was overwhelming.

Seeing this, Wen Zhu didn't help anything, so he said: "It's okay to be sad at home, don't be depressed in front of your mother, and affect your mother's treatment." When my mother came to our Wen family, she got up early every day and felt dark, busy and hard all day long, and did not enjoy a day of happiness, which is the backbone and pillar of our family. Now that my mother is sick, we are sick for our Wen family, we are her closest people, and we must do everything we can to defend our mother's life at all costs. ”

Wen Zhu's simple language and passionate tone made his father see hope, and Wen Hui's eyes also had brilliance.

The three men have a direction, the power is in their own hands, and all difficulties are paper tigers, like mud on the ground, which eventually becomes a road under the trampling of people.

The more money in the reserved account is paid, the more the hospital will use, and the faster it will be paid, as if the doctor is not based on the patient's condition but according to the patient's money bag.

For the hospital, money is extremely unsafe and unreassuring in the patient's account, and it is foolproof in its own account.

Under the snobbish point, Wen Zhu cried to the hospital and complained about his grievances, saying that it was not easy to borrow money, and hoped that the hospital would not abuse drugs, and the money would be squeezed into the reserved account like toothpaste.

It seems that red envelopes can not only buy smiles and service, but also sometimes buy some insiders.

Wenzhu also often gives small favors to nurses, which is used to block news from his mother, and one person's lies can't withstand the lies of a group of people.

Patients have always been good, coupled with an instinctive desire to survive. Wen Zhuniang was helpless in every way, and finally suffered lifelessly from the disease, in addition to actively cooperating with the treatment, what else could make her recover quickly and escape from this sad place like an ordinary person?

Chemotherapy is more harmful than radiotherapy, Wu Sanmei's hair gradually fell out, in order not to annoy her mother, Wenzhu bought a hat to cover her mother's shame, and made up a reason that her mother looked good in a hat, and the nurse also agreed.

Sick people can't look in the mirror, they always think that it's not themselves, they either smash the mirror to a mess, or say that it's another ugly monster, which proves that "women love beauty by nature".

Wu Sanmei had never seen a mirror when she was chemotherapy, let alone taking a photo, she couldn't even wash her face with water, so Wenzhu wrung a towel to wipe her. One course of chemotherapy is not good, and another course of treatment, my mother is so thin that she is not like an adult, and Wen Zhu is sad when she sees it.

At the end of October, the hospital had a showdown: Wu Sanmei missed the best opportunity for treatment, and after the hospital's full treatment, she failed to curb the spread and transfer of the disease, and asked her family to prepare for the future.

"Missing the best time for treatment" is mostly the fault of the patients, and they ignore their own delays; "many parties" include the Shanghai experts they invited; "all-out treatment" is probably for the sake of money; "failure to contain the virus" means that the virus is too powerful and not the hospital's incompetence; and "asking family members to prepare for the aftermath" is a euphemistic eviction order.

After more than three months of treatment, this is the result! This result is called how Wenzhu accepts! How can he believe it! Wenzhu went to the second hospital to have a biopsy, and the diagnosis was as follows: The cancer cells have spread and metastasized, and the bone cancer is in an advanced stage. The grass hung a sentence in the back: Family mourning changes. I don't know if it's sympathy or habit.

Wen Zhu stood on the side of the road with his mother in his arms, and his father followed behind. The street is full of high-rise buildings, cars and people, lively and prosperous.

Wenzhu was lonely and helpless, and a song came to his ears: "Wishes are beautiful, reality is cruel, fate is changeable, and life is fragile。。。。。。 The flowers will bloom when they are gone, people will not come again, and people will still look forward to how helpless and emotional they are。。。。。。 The heavens know how much love I have to give, and how much love I have to give to keep love. The melancholy song seeped into Wenzhu's heart, "How much love do I have to pay to keep my mother's love." ”

Wenzhu raised his head and asked the sky, the sky was speechless, Wenzhu was full of emotion, tears flowed, and his mother fell asleep in Wenzhu's arms because of weakness.

The late autumn wind was tight, the withered yellow leaves drifted down from the trees, and a leaf happened to fall on the mother's forehead, and the mother snorted: "I want to go home." ”

"The leaves fall back to the roots, and we go home. Wen Zhu replied with tears in his eyes.