In the convoy to the Central Hospital, Wang Ming and his uncle Hua Mingyang sat in the same car.

"Your cousin Hua Feng caught a plane and sent your mother to Huayang City at five o'clock this morning. It was too early, so I didn't wake you up and asked him to take your mother to the central hospital. This will be just right, the hospital has also arranged it, and you have recuperated enough. Mother and son reunion, you have to have a good spirit, so that your mother is also happy. ”

Looking at the bloodshot look in Wang Ming's eyes, he knew that he didn't sleep well last night. Hua Mingyang spoke, and the corners of his eyes were a little sour.

It's not easy, 20 years, 20 years of separation.

But my sister has been talking like this crazy for more than ten years.

Now that the child has finally returned, can the younger sister know that this is her son?

Thinking of this, Hua Mingyang sighed slightly in his heart.

"Hua Feng, what does he do? When I see him, I have to thank him. Why is it so long today, and I haven't reached the hospital yet? ”

Talking to his uncle, Wang Ming looked at the scene passing by outside the car window and said anxiously.

"That free cub is just eating, drinking, and having fun all day long, and he doesn't know what to do. This time, you, who are an older brother, should teach him well. At least let him go to the sharpness of his body, and learn more from your calmness and behavior. But it's not okay like you are now, it will look like you are not as calm as when I first met you, but more and more impetuous, a little uncontrollable. ”

Speaking of the second ancestor in his family, Hua Mingyang felt a headache.

Hua Mingyang, who has read countless people, is talking at the moment, and he also points out Wang Ming's shortcomings.

"Uncle, that's my mother, a mother I haven't seen since I was a child. I'm only in my early 20s, and even if I'm calm, how can I be calm in the face of my mother? ”

Hearing his uncle's words, Wang Ming looked at him helplessly and said.

As he spoke, Wang Ming's left hand unconsciously bounced back and forth on his left knee, revealing the anxiety and impatience in his heart.

"Child, with your words, my uncle's heart will be steady."

The tone was a little strange, Hua Mingyang turned his head to look out the window to avoid Wang Ming's gaze.

Hearing his uncle's words and seeing his uncle's intention to look out of the window, Wang Ming turned his head sideways to look at the passing pedestrian scene outside the car window, and his heart was full of mixed thoughts.

In the early morning, the road is full of pedestrians.

The line is in a hurry, and people and cars come and go.

Rushing to work......

Sending children to school......

Student with school bag......

Crowds of people rushing for buses......

Busy vendors selling breakfast on the corner of the street......

The hard-working vegetable farmers who sell vegetables one after another......

Businesses that have been busy since the first opening......

……

These people are busy and working hard.

Sweat for your own hard work?

No.

Not only for yourself, but also for the people around you who care.

Loved ones, loved ones, best friends......

Although sometimes I feel very bitter, although sometimes I feel very tired.

But no matter how hard and tired he is, he bears all the bitterness and hardships silently by himself, and never mentions it to outsiders.

When I am with my close friends, I can talk about the bitterness of working outside. Everyone only knows how to laugh in front of people, but how can they know that people are in tears? Only oneself knows this, and only one's confidants and friends know.

When you are with a good lover, you can have a quiet and warm little corner to accommodate you when your soul is tired. Even if it is left behind in the world, but there is this person, it is warmer than the whole world.

But when you're with your family, even if it's a phone call, or you talk at home. For them, there is never bitterness and tiredness, only a warm house.

When talking on the phone, when family members ask, they are worried that they can't bear to talk.

Others are puzzled, but who knows the hearts of children?

No matter how hard and tired you are, you can carry it alone, and you will report good news and not bad news when you go home.

No matter how hard it is, I don't want my family to worry.

Everyone knows that the mother is worried about the child's journey, and the mother is not worried.

Who knows that the children are afraid of their mother's worries when they are outside, and the mother is not in their hearts.

……

Thousands of turns, thousands of thoughts.

People sometimes don't live for themselves, and their families are also part of their own existence.

When the heart is involved, there is a thought.

Only when there is a concern can there be persistence.

Listening to the words of my uncle next to me, I felt that kind of family affection, and I was about to see my mother. The moment he realized all kinds of things, Wang Ming seemed to have some indescribable feelings in the depths of his heart. Suddenly, there was something deep in his heart that made him understand something, but he couldn't say it clearly.

Feeling that his uncle beside him kept looking at him, Wang Ming did not turn his head, still looking at the passers-by outside the window.

Stop, get off.

While walking with his uncle, although Wang Ming was anxious, a potential sense of calmness between his steps and steps was also hidden.

Watching the nephew gradually recede the impetuousness, there is a potential sublimation. Hua Mingyang, who was walking on the side and observing silently, nodded secretly,

On the way here, Wang Ming talked to Director Zhang of the Central Hospital on the phone and learned that his mother was in room 303.

After entering the hospital, Hua Mingyang and Wang Ming went straight to Ward 303.

Because Zhou Yunxiang is Wang Ming's 'uncle' on the surface, coupled with Hua Mingyang's identity, Zhou Yunxiang also brought some entourage to come together.

Not long after everyone entered the hospital hall, Dean Zhang, who had been waiting there, and several curious leaders had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing the arrival of Wang Ming and his entourage, Dean Zhang led Wang Ming to Ward 303 with several onlookers.

Hua Mingyang and his entourage were already powerful, and at this moment, coupled with the arrival of Dean Zhang and others, it was even more conspicuous that this group of people was conspicuous in the hospital.

On the way to the ward, the family members of the passing patients or the hospital staff were all stunned.

When he came to the corridor outside the ward on the third floor, he saw that his son Hua Feng and several assistants were already waiting outside the intensive care ward, and Hua Mingyang stopped.

As Hua Mingyang stopped, Zhou Yunxiang and other entourages followed.

Dean Zhang, who was leading Wang Ming in front, knew the severity, and saw that Wang Ming had been led to the place, and he also stopped at the moment.

As President Zhang stopped, the leaders of the hospital stopped and gave way.

Hua Feng, who was pacing back and forth at the door of the ward with two slightly darkened eyes for a long time, saw his father coming, and immediately walked over.

Following Hua Feng's steps, the people who rushed back to China with him also followed Xiang Hua Mingyang and others.

With the arrival of Hua Feng and his party, the group of people outside the ward became even more conspicuous and huge.

Seeing that his son was tired, Hua Mingyang patted him on the shoulder to show his approval.

Looking at Wang Ming, who was a little stunned and hesitant beside him, Hua Mingyang touched his arm and woke him up.

Seeing Wang Ming turning his head slightly stunned, Hua Mingyang tilted his head in the direction of the ward and motioned for Wang Ming to come over.

Glancing at his uncle with complicated eyes, and then at his somewhat tired 'cousin' beside him, Wang Ming turned his head and walked forward.

In the corridor outside the special care ward, it was quiet, only the footsteps of Wang Ming walking forward slowly.

Hua Mingyang and his entourage stood there silently watching, and Dean Zhang and others were also paying attention.

was about to see his mother, but Wang Ming had a feeling of fear and expectation, but he was no longer anxious and excited, but suffered from gains and losses.

Slowly walked to the door, and through the glass on the door, I saw a middle-aged woman sitting on the hospital bed in the room, wearing a white hospital gown, she was looking at the sunlight outside the window and gently swaying her body and muttering something.

Gently pushing the door open, Wang Ming walked slowly into the house, afraid of disturbing his mother who turned his back to his mother on the hospital bed.

The morning sun is rising, and the warm sun has just sprinkled into the house.

Facing the sun, looking at her mother's back, her back was already a little arched, her sideburns already had gray hair, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were deeper......

She has grown up, but her mother is old.

Time has robbed her of her luster and made her fade until she fades into the years.

When I was young, I was ignorant, I loved my mother, hated my mother, annoyed my mother, and hated my mother......

Growing up slowly, sensible, and sensible. Know good and evil, know right from wrong, and understand kindness.

Nothing matters anymore, everything fades.

No matter how much money you have, you can't buy a family relationship that is connected by blood.

No matter how great the power is, it can't be exchanged for relatives who are close to each other.

Look at my mother now, she is in declining health, she is old in the twilight, she is full of wrinkled gray hair.

Perhaps, in another twenty years, her mother will be gone, or will be gone.

I work hard outside, start a family, get married, have children, socialize, and work hard for myself and my family.

Calculate how many hours will you spend on these things one by one? And how much time can I spend with her?

The saddest thing is that the son wants to raise but the relatives are not there.

No matter whether the rich or poor are good or bad in the future, they will not be able to exchange this family member, and they will not be able to exchange this family affection.

Don't think too much, just cherish the present in front of you and cherish the time she has.

Looking back on the past now, one or twenty years have passed in a trance, and how many twenty years have there been in life?

Sitting quietly beside her mother, watching her hair grow grayer on her head, watching the corners of her eyes wrinkle, watching her skin gradually lose its luster, and watching her eyes become slightly cloudy......

Sad......

Wang Ming thought about all this, watched all this, and did all this.

No crying, no tears, no words.

Only quietly walked to the seat beside her, carefully looked at everything about her, observed everything about her, and engraved her appearance in the deepest part of my heart forever.

She just looked into the distance like that, muttering slurred words in her mouth, holding a rag doll in her arms, her body swaying slightly.

After sitting quietly with her for a while, Wang Ming saw that she seemed to accept herself and did not have any special reaction, so he reached over and gently took one of her hands down, held it in his hands and rubbed it carefully, patting the back of her hand.

Her hands had dried up a little, her skin had lost its elastic name, and the years had taken away much of her.

Holding her mother's hand, feeling her presence, carefully observing everything about her.

There were no words, no communication, just holding her hand like this and rubbing it gently, patting.

It's like the deepest part of my memory, when my mother gently patted and coaxed her toddler.

How beautiful was her mother when she was young? And how was it what it is now?

The years passed, and the fingers were sangtian.

Now that I look at it and think about it, I can only say nothing.

Tears flowed in my heart......

"She's a mother, she's a mother. Her name is Hua Mingyu! ”

Holding his mother's hand, Wang Ming told himself in his heart over and over again.

……

The sunlight outside the window poured in, reflecting the shadows of the mother and son, long and dragging on the ground, leaving two figures, one large and one small, one high and one low.

The two held hands, like vague childhood memories.

Once upon a time, my mother didn't also pull her childhood self to leave a few memories.

Now, time has passed, and when the mother and son hold hands again, it is time for the child to accompany her to leave some memories.

Hua Mingyang, who had been silently observing outside the ward, had sour eyes at the moment, and tears couldn't help but want to flow.

Hua Feng, who had been cynical on the side, looked at the silence in the ward at the moment, but he also felt that his nose was sour, and he was silent.

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