The weather is cold, and the north wind uses the branches and wires as musical instruments, playing a bleak song. The pen "Fun" pavilion www.biquge.info construction machinery is not afraid of the cold, stretches out its long arms, excavates the land of the city, and plants one high-rise building after another.

Zhang Yuliang didn't know what the purpose of the newly built high-rise buildings was for, and it was certainly not used to open hospitals, otherwise it would not be difficult for ordinary people to go to the city to see a doctor.

In order to save money, Zhang Yuliang arranged for his father and brother to live in a small hotel at the junction of urban and rural areas. This small hotel called "Yizhong" has only a small courtyard, more than a dozen bungalows, each room costs 70 yuan per day, a room with two single beds, no separate bathroom, a small TV, at a glance you know that it was bought at a low price from the scrap yard. The bedding and sheets in the room are worn, but they are still clean, and the pillow towels are the "linoleum felt" that many men and women use to process from the back of their heads.

Although the conditions for my father and brother to stay here are poor, the price is much cheaper than that of the government guest house, so I should try to save as much money as possible for my father's treatment.

Zhang Yuliang asked the waiter to change the pillow towel, added some boiling water to the thermos, and together with his brother, he helped the exhausted old man to lie down and rest.

The three of them simply ate some food bought from a roadside restaurant, and Yuliang just wanted to take a while to chat with his brother about the situation at home, but Yuzhu's body was crooked on the bed and there was a snoring sound.

He took care of the old man on the train for one night yesterday, and today he accompanied the old man to the hospital for most of the day, and he was indeed tired.

Yuliang sat on the old wooden chair next to his father's bed, carefully holding his father's face, and felt a faint pain in his heart. The ruthless hand of time kept performing plastic surgery on his father, and now he saw a typical old man's face, full of wrinkles like a mess of tangled together, and sallow skin like autumn leaves falling into the dust. In the past few years since his father, who was accustomed to being tired and busy, retired from the position of secretary of the village party branch, due to too much overdraft in his body before, his aging accelerated obviously, and the majesty of the year has long since disappeared on this face. Yuliang still clearly remembers that in the years before and after he joined the army, his father's confident and resolute face was like a banner, leading the villagers to fight the heavens and the earth at first, and then to diversify their business and seek prosperity. At that time, his father basically didn't care about the affairs of the family, he ate when he entered the house, put down his rice bowl and went out, and his mother always said that he regarded the house as a hotel, but Yuliang never saw him pay his mother for staying in a hotel. There seems to be no difference between his treatment of his two sons and the treatment of sheep in the pen and pigs in the pen. Yuliang has been in awe of his father's face since he was a child, and when his mother said in front of his father that he was studying well, his father did not have a word of praise, and he could not see a little joy on his face that had been frozen at home. When the father knew that his son's academic performance was not very good, he did not have a word of criticism, and only a layer of frost was added to his serious face, which made Yuliang feel cold when he saw it. Yuliang didn't seem to have experienced what father's love was when he was a child, but the villagers' expressions of admiration and heartfelt praise for his father played a better and more important role than father's love in his growth process. His father's slender body, which used to be slightly hunched and now rickety, has always been a monument in his eyes.

In the few days before Yuliang passed the physical examination and prepared to go to the army, my father's face changed slightly, and his cold face had a little more warmth. On the day when Yuliang was about to leave the village and gather in the county seat, his father grabbed his arm with his hand and said: "Erwazi, I won't send you to the county seat, go to the army and work hard, don't embarrass the villagers!" ”

Yuliang's home is on a small hillside, and the walk-behind tractor that sends the young man to the army is driven far, far away. Yuliang saw that in the door frame of the gate of his yard, there was still a thin figure of his father.

It was a painting engraved in his heart.

Now, my father is lying quietly, his eyes closed, his breath is like a gossamer, as if he exhales more breath and inhales less air, and his income and expenditure are unbalanced, and the old capital of life is being consumed little by little. When he left the hospital, Yuliang quietly asked the doctor about his father's condition, and the doctor said that the initial diagnosis was liver cirrhosis and that he was ready to let the old man be hospitalized.

When he came back from the hospital, Zhang Liangen seemed to have realized the seriousness of his illness, and said to Yuliang impatiently: "Second baby, if my illness is not treatable, don't waste money, let me go home early, I don't want to die outside!" The words of tearing his liver and lungs made Yuliang listen to it, and he didn't dare to have tears in his eyes in front of his father, and his heart was secretly dripping blood.

Yuliang was going to find his fellow villager Gao Yang to borrow some money in the evening, and then think of other ways to try to get his father admitted to the hospital as soon as possible.