Seven years ago, on the ceiling of the cardiology intensive care unit of the First Central Hospital of Binhai City, the dim light made Jia Dexing, who had just opened his eyes, feel a little dazzling, as if he had just had a long, long dream, and almost couldn't wake up in the dream, he slowly raised his head with great effort, and found that there was a needle inserted in his shriveled arm, and the liquid in the infusion set was dripping down drop by drop, slowly flowing into his body.

Jia Dexing never thought that he, who had fought in the field, would one day breathe of ordinary air become a luxury, until the moment when the oxygen tube was inserted into his nostrils.

He slowly closed his eyes, two muddy tears crossed the corners of his eyes, flowing down his cheeks until they were warm until the pinna, old, really old! He is not afraid of death, birth, old age, sickness and death, this is a helpless process, and no one can choose, he is just reluctant, reluctant to live with his old wife Liu Ping day and night, reluctant to die with his comrades-in-arms on his birth day, reluctant to follow him for more than 50 years Erhu, reluctant to take care of the flowers and plants he takes care of, reluctant to learn the wren in front of the window to call all day long" The second master is auspicious", and he is even more reluctant to throw himself into his arms and coquettish "Grandpa, grandpa" The granddaughter who keeps shouting is reluctant... Really reluctant.

Jia Dexing has too much reluctance, but it does not include the unfilial son, Jia Xiangji! Since he was a child, he has a handful of and urine, and he has worked hard to pull that bastard up, but in the end, he robbed himself and his wife of the salary card because of gambling, not only broke his wife's forearm in the quarrel, but also was so angry that he was admitted to the hospital.

"Old man, are you awake?" Liu Ping, who was sitting on the side and napping, was awakened by Jia Dexing's slight movement, and asked with concern.

Liu Ping's wrinkled face, the unconcealable haggard was clearly written on it, and the left arm hanging on his neck was wrapped tightly with a bandage, looking in Jia Dexing's eyes, his heart hurt like a pinprick, he didn't speak, just nodded effortlessly, trying to use his gentle eyes to soothe and warm this woman who has accompanied him all his life.

"16 bed family members, Director Zhao is looking for it. A nurse with a slightly freckled face shouted at the door.

"It's coming, it's coming. Liu Ping didn't answer, a tall and thin man guarding the door agreed happily, while walking with the nurse to the doctor's duty room, and looked back at Jia Dexing's hospital bed from time to time, this thin and tall man was Jia Xiangji, the son of Jia Dexing and Liu Ping.

In the two days that Jia Dexing was hospitalized, Jia Xiangji also came twice, but every time he came, he chased Zhao Xiangdong, the director of the cardiology department, to ask questions, but he just took a photo in front of Jia Dexing's hospital bed, and left in a hurry.

"Mom, come on. Liu Ping was caressing Jia Dexing's left hand, which had become cold due to the infusion, but saw Jia Xiangji probing his brain at the door of the ward and calling her.

Liu Ping patted the back of Jia Dexing's hand, pointed out the door to signal himself to go out, and when he walked to the door, he was sneakily dragged by Jia Xiangji to the side of the ward door: "What's the matter, Xiaoxiang?"

Although Jia Dexing's sick body was very heavy, his ear voice, which had been somewhat degraded in the past, became extremely sharp at this moment, and inadvertently captured the conversation between Liu Ping and Jia Xiangji.

"Mom, I just talked to Director Zhao, and we can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Jia Xiangji's eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look directly at his mother.

"Will you be discharged from the hospital tomorrow?" but your father's illness is not yet cured!" Liu Ping looked at Jia Xiangji with questioning eyes.

"What do you know, Director Zhao said, my dad's disease is a heart syndrome, all organs have failed, and it can't be cured, staying in the hospital can only be a waste of money, and suffering from it, it's better to go home and eat whatever you want! What's the matter, I can't watch my dad die in the hospital!" Jia Xiangji's face was full of impatience, and he tried his best to show how filial he was.

"You... You... What kind of heart is An, you bastard, are you still our biological son, you treat your father like this, you will be punished, he is my wife, you say it doesn't count, I don't agree! You... Get out of me!" Liu Ping actually knew the answer a long time ago, but there was still a fluke in her heart that Jia Xiangji could find out with her conscience, but Jia Xiangji, who looked obscene in front of her, ruthlessly shattered her last trace of illusion. With angry and helpless tears on her face, she trembled and pointed at Jia Xiangji, and shouted at him in a low voice.

"You, love agrees or not, anyway, I've done it, I've arranged the ambulance, and I'll find someone to pull my dad home early tomorrow morning. Jia Xiangji turned a deaf ear to Liu Ping's anger, with an indifferent look, just glanced at Liu Ping, turned around and hummed a little song and left.

Liu Ping was so angry that Jia Xiangji trembled, covered his mouth with the remaining intact right hand, tried not to let himself cry, leaned his back against the cold wall, and slowly slid down until he sat down on the cold concrete floor, burying his head between his legs, for a long, long time.

Liu Ping washed her face in the bathroom, and practiced smiling hard in the mirror one by one, for fear that Jia Dexing would catch traces of tears on her face after a while, but despite how she dealt with it, her eyes still looked a little red. Jia Dexing's heart is also like cooking oil at the moment, the conversation between mother and son is listened to in his ears at all, his heart is like being slowly pierced into his heart by a spike, it hurts thousands of times more than the physical pain, tens of thousands of times, it's not that he doesn't want to insist anymore, if he can live, who would want to die, but now his persistence has become a knife, gun and stick that hurt his wife Liu Ping, so let him live like this, he can't, and can't do it.

Liu Ping sat on the edge of Jia Dexing's bed, brushing the white hair scattered on Jia Dexing's forehead with her hands, looking at him with gentle eyes, no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't get enough of it. An old couple in their seventies, but the eyes of each other are like young lovers in deep love, this moment, Liu Ping remembered a lot, she seemed to return to the night of their wedding, and her face couldn't help but flush a little red.

"Old woman. Jia Dexing used all his strength to try to keep his speech as slow as possible.

"I'm here, I'm here. Liu Ping hurriedly leaned forward, for fear of missing every word Jia Dexing said.

"I'm hungry and want to eat the chicken noodle soup you made. Jia Dexing said that when he ate, a trace of blood appeared on his pale face.

"Okay, wait a while for you to finish the infusion, I'll go home and make it for you, make sure you have a steaming chicken noodle soup for dinner, you, get better quickly, and I'll make it for you every day when you get home." Liu Ping looked at his wife, who seemed to be in good shape, and smiled happily, and the wrinkles on her face instantly stretched.

On the way home, she hurriedly went to the vegetable market, bought an old hen that had been picked up, and worked at home for nearly two hours, and finally made a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup, put it into the thermos flask with one hand, and took a taxi straight to the hospital on the way, thinking about Jia Dexing's appearance of eating chicken noodle soup on the way, and a smile flashed unconsciously at the corner of his mouth.

But when Liu Ping approached the ward, she saw the doctors and nurses who were busy in front of Jia Dexing's ward, but a trace of ominous omen suddenly flashed in her heart, she didn't know where she got such strength to push everyone in front of her.

When she used all her strength to squeeze in front of Jia Dexing's sickbed, the thermos flask full of chicken noodle soup in her hand slipped to the ground, the thermos flask was broken, the soup noodles were scattered all over the ground, and the rich fragrance wafted all over the ward, but unfortunately Jia Dexing couldn't eat anymore, he was covered by a white sheet underneath, lying there straight on his back to the sky, and he had stopped breathing. Liu Ping's face instantly turned old, and her gray hair lost its luster at this moment. She staggered to Jia Dexing's bedside, her lips trembled, and she trembled with her right hand and gently pulled up the corner of the sheet, revealing Jia Dexing's face, slightly ruddy, with her eyes closed, a smile hanging on the corner of her mouth, which was extraordinarily peaceful.

Liu Ping sat next to Jia Dexing, pulled out his slightly warm hand from the sheet and put it on his face, tears slowly blurring his eyes.

"Auntie, it was the uncle who pulled out his oxygen tube, and when we found out, it was too late to rescue again, I'm sorry, we tried our best. Zhao Xiangdong, director of the cardiology department, said apologetically.

"Let me stay with him a little longer, okay? Liu Ping's words were indifferent, and the tears on her face silently slipped down on the sheets covering Jia Dexing's body, and she answered Director Zhao as she didn't ask.

Zhao Xiangdong sighed, nodded to the nurses beside him, signaled that it was okay, said goodbye to Liu Ping again, turned around and left helplessly.

"Auntie, this is the uncle's mobile phone, when we found this mobile phone, there was a note under the mobile phone, for you. The nurse with freckles on her face handed over Jia Dexing's mobile phone and a note with only three crooked words written on it: "Listen to the recording." ”

Turn on the unlock code of the mobile phone, the program that has been opened on the desktop is a recording, the voice in the recording is so familiar, "Old woman, time flies so fast! In a blink of an eye, we have been married for more than 40 years now, looking back at our journey, although there are so many ups and downs, but as long as I am with you, I feel happy." ”

"I like you to call me an old man, and I like to call me old and immortal when you are angry, but who can not die? In the past, if there was anything delicious, you always let me eat it first, but now it's okay, I'm not there to see who else you can let go. ”

"Hehe, don't think I'm leaving you, I'm just giving you a long vacation, and when the deadline for the holiday is up, I'll pick you up. I'm a little reluctant to you, but I can't help it, the ticket I bought for me is one-way, and I can't come back if I go. Old woman, there is a sentence that you have stuck to me all my life, but I have never taken the initiative to tell you, I am leaving today, so I will make up for it for you at one time, old woman, I love you, old woman, I love you, old woman, I love..."

As the recording of "beep" ended, Liu Ping's tears fell again, but all the smiles on her face were smiles, and she kept trembling her lips and muttering, "You old immortal, how can you say it, how can you say it!"

A few nurses standing on the side covered their mouths with their hands, and they were already crying, which was really a cruel romance.