At one o'clock in the morning, my sister-in-law told me that your father was unconscious and only had one breath left. Ran Wen is small? Say??.? ｒ?ａｎｅｎ`ｏｒｇ

I, my wife, my younger brother, my brother-in-law, and my younger brother, sat on the edge of my father's bed, and he didn't completely cut off until three o'clock.

On August 23, at 3:15 a.m., my dad passed away at the age of 51.

In the future, I can only piece together a father in my memory from the words of my family, my own impressions, and the evaluations of outsiders, follow in his footsteps, work hard to grow, and support this family like him.

Dad is the eldest son in the family, and there is a younger brother and two younger sisters, and he often proudly claims that several younger brothers and sisters will not be bullied outside, because he protects them.

The family was poor, his grandfather was uneducated, and his father had to do a lot of farm work since he was a child, but he knew that he had to change his destiny by studying, and absorb everything that was useful to him with a hungry attitude.

When I was a child, I rummaged through his bookcase, and there were many kinds of books, including teaching, civil engineering, medicine, business, Go, chess, Zhouyi, fortune telling......

He is also a good hand in sports, especially swimming, with a huge lung capacity, and can dive from one end of the pond to the other end when diving, without having to ventilate in the middle, many years later, he thinks that his lungs are different from ordinary people, but there is something wrong and he has lung cancer, which can not but be said to be a kind of irony.

He prides himself on being among his peers, and has always been superior, and there is a rare teacher in the village who has ink in his belly, and has a son, who is about the same age as him, but his knowledge is too different, and the teacher wants to let his son compare with my father everywhere, and finally knows that it can't be compared, so he can only give up.

There was even a time when the teacher heard that my dad would play chess, deliberately wanted to play a game with him, ill intentions, dad to the end, he said no need to compare, the teacher lost, and said a chess term, as evidence, the teacher did not believe, insisted on going down to the winner of the game, and finally as my dad expected, the teacher's face changed, saying that he was too arrogant, did not know how to respect the elders, Dad replied, you are not respectful to the old, I don't have to respect, the teacher is angry.

His integrity and strength have been evident since he was a child.

Dad's grades are very good, when he graduated from junior high school, he could have gone to high school and continued his studies, but his grandfather told him that the family had no money, and there were several younger siblings below, and there was no way for him to go to college, and Dad studied for three years as a teacher, and became a primary school teacher after graduation.

According to Dad, he read early, and there were many people in the countryside who waited until they were teenagers to study, so much so that when he taught, there were students in the class who were older than him, which was very funny.

When he was teaching, he got up at five o'clock in the morning, went to the fields to do farm work, watered, planted vegetables, and chased ducks, and was busy until seven o'clock before going to class.

According to my mother, after I was born, he often held me in one hand and held the chess pieces in the other hand, and never wasted study time.

My mother is the second daughter of the secretary of the village party committee, and she is a family with a head and a face.

At first, when others introduced my father, they always said that he was the son-in-law of a certain secretary, and my father was very disgusted with this kind of title, worked hard, worked hard, and had a good reputation in the town, until later, when others introduced my grandfather, they would say that this was the father-in-law of a certain teacher.

Dad told us that at that time, he felt like a person.

He was proud, never faked anything when he struggled, and even if he became seriously ill later, he did not want to receive too much favor, and always remembered to repay the favor in the future for our sons.

His arrogance also caused unnecessary trouble, because when he questioned a certain leader at the meeting, the leader was furious and said that when I spoke, you dared to interject? He said, you're not right, I'll just interject and take advantage of the reason.

Later, he was removed from his post and could not become a teacher.

I forgot to mention that the leader was called Zhuang Xiqin.

He couldn't be a teacher, but with the skills he had accumulated before, he opened a physiotherapy shop, became a massage and acupuncture doctor, and supported the whole family.

Later, when I went to university, I chose Chinese medicine and learned acupuncture and massage, which was also requested by him, and I originally wanted to be a teacher, but later I also became a doctor.

From childhood to adulthood, he taught me a lot of truths, which are enough for me to savor carefully and live this life.

I never seemed to have a rebellious period, and when I was in high school, I would always say in a proud tone how my dad was, and my friends would laugh at me as a father.

Dad told me that he cultivated his son and hoped that in the future, his son could surpass him in terms of life and affairs. But in my heart, he is already perfect and cannot be surpassed.

He was diagnosed with lung cancer in July last year, and when he heard him say that he was going to go to the cancer hospital for examination, he felt that the sky was about to fall, and the whole person was confused, and the trajectory of his family's life began to change.

Only then did I know that the three most beautiful words a person hears in his life are not "I love you", but when he goes to the tumor hospital for examination, the doctor says, "It is benign." ”

It's a pity that this kind of beautiful thing didn't happen to him.

The checklist says a cold diagnosis: advanced lung cancer!

What followed was a series of treatments, alternating with hopes and disappointments.

I went to Guangzhou for treatment, and then checked, not only bone rotation, but also brain rotation, and there was a 30% probability that he bumped into it.

Genetic testing, the result is wild-type, unable to take targeted drugs, 70% of the probability of genetic mutations, and he can't hit it.

Seven courses of chemotherapy persisted, and the doctor said, do another course of chemotherapy, okay, do.

I had just finished chemotherapy and was taking Chinese medicine to recuperate, but I suddenly lost my voice, and the metastatic tumor compressed the recurrent laryngeal nerve, and I couldn't speak.

Chemotherapy is continued, after the end of the second course of treatment. A check. The lymphatic tumor has shrunk. But there was liver metastasis. This one completely collapsed. There is no way to do any more treatment. While doing treatment, I transferred, packed up my things and went home to die.

I saw a man who was so wise and martial at the beginning. In the hospital bed, he was getting weaker day by day, and he was losing weight day by day. The body is getting worse and worse, and in the end, I can't stop vomiting even when I drink saliva. In the middle of the night, I can't sleep because of love. Even in the end, there is no way to control the urine and urine by yourself.

How powerful and capable he used to be, the more weak he looked, the more uncomfortable he became.

In the later stage, when we took care of him, our feelings were very conflicted. When he doesn't have to suffer from the pain of cancer, we are happy that he has drunk a few more sips of water and eaten a few more bites of food.

When he was in so bad pain that he would vomit even after taking painkillers. We were worried again, thinking that it would be a relief for him to leave the world without pain.

A person's positioning determines his value, and his father is impeccable whether he is a son, brother, husband, father, or even a teacher or doctor.

His patients know about his illness and will say with regret that your father is a good man with iron bones, and it is a loss to society that he is gone.

His students said that Mr. Zheng was the most influential teacher in my life.

Mom always regrets that Dad has never enjoyed it in his life, but he worked hard and left too early.

I said, you don't understand him, living alone, not by looking at the length of time, but by looking at the width, what he has done in his life is equivalent to several lifetimes of others, his spirit is still there, his influence is still there, I am now looking at the book he left, the diary he once wrote, thinking about what he said, I feel that he has never left, has always been with me!

I was diagnosed with this disease in July last year. Then on August 23 this year, more than a year passed. In just one year, it seems to have passed a cycle.

Perhaps, there is a kind of growth in an instant!

So after finishing my father's funeral, I update what I wrote again, and I can't help but want to intersperse the plot about my father, thinking that he will live forever and live in mine.

You may be reading the story, but it's actually my life. God knows how complicated my feelings were when I wrote that I saw Zheng Yichen's parents who were secretly following her in the morgue, and when I saw Zheng Shuangmu, I called out to my father from the bottom of my heart.

Now, it's over, and life goes on. My brother and I continued the business of my father's physiotherapy shop. My wife has just become pregnant and is only eight weeks old. The youngest brother is still in college. And my mother, like Zheng Huaru in it, didn't have any opinions, and I replaced my father and became the head of the family.

Writing gives me a sense of mission, and I used to think that I would be happy with what I wrote. Not now, you have to think more about your readers, for your own livelihood.

I have already thought of a rough outline for the next book, I want to write a better story, and strive to publish it within this month, please support me, thank you. (To be continued.) )