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Deathly silence. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There seems to be a wind blowing.

The white room, the white walls, the white curtains, drifting ghostly in the wind. On the white bed lay a man with a white sheet covering his body.

A sense of foreboding rose in his heart. He stepped forward tremblingly, reaching out with a trembling hand and trembling to uncover the white sheets. He saw the face of a pale and old woman. She lay stiff on the bed, cold, and stopped breathing forever.

His heart almost stopped: "Mom-"

I dreamed of that river again.

I wore a white dress and walked across the endless wilderness. The ground was covered with grass and wild flowers. I stumbled all the way to the end of the field. Ahead is the deep river, which flows from afar and farther away.

On the other side of the river, there is a dark forest. I saw my mother, dressed in a wide white dress, sitting silently on the branches of a tree. Her long hair is still so black, her expression is still so gentle, and she always has a touching smile on her face. But I couldn't see her face clearly. Her face was blurred. Her eyes were so distant.

I was on this side of the river, desperately shouting, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" ”

Mom is on the other side of the river. She couldn't hear me.

He wakes up from his dream to find himself still on a rumbling train. His heart was a little flustered. There were people playing cards and smoking cigarettes in the carriage, and the smell of smoke was thick. Outside the car window, the endless fields were rapidly receding.

When the news of his mother's critical illness came, his heart trembled. He still vividly remembers the afternoon before. By the time he reacted, the woman was less than five meters away from him. At that moment, he could clearly see through the windshield her blood-colored face in terror.

Scram.

He closed his eyes in fright.

There is a screeching sound of the tires rubbing against the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he saw flying hair and a woman's body tumbling to the ground. He glared, hesitated, and then turned away without looking back.

He left his hometown at the age of 20 and came to the city to work hard, and finally had a happy family. But this car accident made all ambitions disappear. He began his escape. The wife took her son away and flew away, never to be heard from again. He lived in fear, and for many nights he fell asleep from exertion, and woke up in nightmares. He often dreamed of that bloodless face.

The years can change a lot of things. But there are some things that can't be changed even in a lifetime.

Then I woke up with tears on my face.

I put on my clothes and lifted the curtains. The residential building was hidden in endless darkness, and a few street lamps on the lawn downstairs shone a vague and ambiguous halo. There were a twilight or two of floating clouds in the dark night sky, and a few stars shimmered with a distant and cold light.

I don't remember exactly. I was a child, and all I remember was that the white coat that was swaying in front of me was running up and down the aisle, and after a long, long time, it seemed like a century, and then a cart was pushed out, covered with a large white cloth. Then Dad hugged his head and cried. Come, I've only seen him cry once.

I cried for my mother. Dad told me that Mom had gone to a far, far away place and would never come back. Later, I learned that she died in a car accident and the driver who caused the accident absconded and has not been accounted for to this day.

I looked up at the starry sky.

Mom, you're alone over there, are you okay?

When he set foot on the land of his homeland again, his face was haggard and his heart was full of exhaustion. He's on the run. He really wanted to lie down like this and never have to get up again.

He wandered for a long time in an already unfamiliar town. Back in the familiar cabin, his eyes filled with tears. The place that has haunted him for many years has finally returned to his eyes.

With heavy steps, he pushed open the door and saw his father's old back. The father turned around, and the moment he saw him, his cloudy eyes suddenly burned bright. He shouted in a hoarse voice, "Dad." ”

My father's body shook and he didn't say a word. His hair was gray, and his face was already crawling with wrinkles. Hearing the voice, the mother struggled to get up from the bed and tried to sit up. He couldn't control himself anymore, let the tears flow freely, and knelt in front of the bed with an arrow: "Mom-"

The mother was angry, slowly stretched out her thin arms, the old hand smoothed his messy hair, stroked his rough face, and a smile appeared on his pale face: "You're back......"

Dad cried before he could finish the phone. He muttered to himself for a long time before he told me with a tearful smile: The murderer has been found. The driver who hit and killed my mother turned himself in.

We went to my mother's grave and placed a bouquet of perfume lilies in front of her grave. This is my mother's favorite flower when she was alive. The breeze blew and blew the corners of my white dress, and also blew a trace of gray hair on my father's head. Dad said that he proposed to his mother with a bouquet of perfume lilies.

The wind swept across my cheeks, ruffled a strand of my hair, and sent a burst of floral fragrance.

Mom, I'm fine. Did you see that?

February 11, 2015

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