Maybe it's after a long night's rest, or maybe the steamed apple from yesterday was so delicious.

In short, Sun Yuanming now has the strength to speak.

"Quick, we haven't thanked your uncle for the dumplings!"

"Dad! So you can talk? Yesterday you scared the hell out of me, I thought you couldn't speak! ”

Sun Yuanming's son heard that Sun Yuanming could say a sentence so neatly after this whole night, and said loudly excitedly.

"Yuan Ming, we can't be in a hurry, let alone mess up, you see this dumpling is your sister-in-law got up early today to wrap it for you, we are all looking forward to you getting better as soon as possible, now the big guy's life is better, you, just live well, I have helped you inquire, your son he can do it, this is not just a few days back from the highway, the boss will send a message back to the village, saying that let your son go quickly, you will enjoy the days of Qingfu in the future, in the future!"

When Sun Yuanming heard that the village chief praised his son like this, he shed two lines of tears excitedly, and then stammered:

"My son has grown up, my son has grown up, and he is sensible, and he bought me apples yesterday and came back, he is sensible, unlike my dad who can't do anything!"

Although Sun Yuanming stammered and every word was not so clear, the village chief and his son heard it clearly and understood what he meant.

For so many years, although everyone doesn't talk about it.

But the big guys know in their hearts that Sun Yuanming is a strong man and a good person.

Even if he ends up paralyzed in a wheelchair, as long as he has a little ability, he will never trouble anyone.

Including the time when Aika ran away with all his money later, he finally chose to forgive Aixiang.

It may be like a person living in such a small mountain village, if someone unfortunately breaks his arm and leg, there is no medicine all year round, and there is no special person to serve, maybe this person will be dead a long time ago, and he will not last long at all.

But Sun Yuanming is different, he will try to make himself look less like a waste.

He would cook some simple lunches in his wheelchair after his son went out;

He would use the wicker cut by his son to weave some bamboo baskets and let his son take them to the town to sell.

He will do a lot of things within his ability, and he uses his actions to explain to everyone what it means to be physically disabled.

Sun Yuanming's every move is seen and remembered by everyone.

In fact, the dumplings sent by the village chief's family that day were really fragrant.

Sun Yuanming's son let Sun Yuanming eat first, and Sun Yuanming ate five in one go.

In fact, Sun Yuanming's son never thought that this would be the last time his father ate dumplings before his death, and it was also the most sumptuous meal Sun Yuanming had ever eaten - small dumplings with eggs and cabbage.

Looking at his father, who was getting weaker and weaker, Sun Yuanming's son was anxious.

He didn't know what he could do to ease his father's pain.

From time to time, the root of Sun Yuanming's inflamed thigh flowed out like pus, and the red tender flesh turned out, and even faintly, you could see the bones hidden inside.

The physical pain made Sun Yuanming not think about it, and even drinking saliva slowly became difficult.

The mutilation of sin was eating away at every bone of my father every minute and every second.

According to the elders of the village, this inflamed wound can be cleaned with salt water and disinfected.

Sun Yuanming's son, who had no choice, could only use the local method that the old people told him.

Sun Yuanming's son poured half a bag of salt into the washbasin and a large bowl of water.

When he sprinkled salt water on Sun Yuanming's inflamed wound, Sun Yuanming let out a burst of screams!

Where have children who have never been in the world ever seen such a scene, let alone how poor the family has been over the years, Sun Yuanming's son has never even seen a chicken killed.

He felt that this scene was extremely bloody, but he could not do anything about it.

Sun Yuanming wailed and prayed......

But he didn't let his son stop, because he wanted to live, he wanted to live too much.

Sun Yuanming's son deeply remembered what the village chief had told him, how capable and powerful his son was, and he wanted to eat red steamed apples again......

Sun Yuanming's son saw Sun Yuanming in such pain, and he was about to faint in pain several times.

Sun Yuanming's son stuffed a towel in Sun Yuanming's mouth, and he felt that maybe this would relieve his father's pain a little!

Sun Yuanming's son thought that if he continued like this, it would not work at all.

Even though this method was really effective, my father was too painful.

After his father fell asleep painfully, Sun Yuanming's son thought about it for a long time.

He didn't know what he should do to take his father's place.

He also didn't know what he should do to relieve his father's pain.

He even thought that if he was born with a leg problem and changed his father to take care of him, maybe he would be a little better now.

Sometimes he also thinks why his family is not like other people's families, no matter how poor the family is, at least everyone is healthy.

But what about him?

For as long as he can remember, his daily tasks were to cut cow grass, go up the mountain to collect medicine, do housework, and take time off to take care of his sick father.

It is all too common to live without a penny at home, having one meal and not having the next.

So, he began to lament the injustice of fate.

How he wished God could take him away without pain.

But imagination is imagination, life still has to go on, no matter how bad life is, no matter how unreasonable it is.

Sun Yuanming's son couldn't help it, he couldn't stand his father lying on that cold bed like this anymore.

He plucked up his courage and ran to the village chief's house.

As soon as Sun Yuanming's son entered the house, he knelt directly in front of the village chief.

This kneeling frightened the two of the village chiefs, so they hurriedly got out of bed and came over to help him.

If he hadn't really been pushed to the extreme, as a mountain man, Sun Yuanming's son, who had not received a few days of education, would also know that a man has gold under his knees, and he kneels to the sky and his parents, and he can't kneel to outsiders!

However, the young child could no longer think of a way to relieve his father's pain.

He felt that his father had to go to the hospital immediately for treatment, and he couldn't wait for a moment.

"Village Chief, I beg you, you can help me!"

Seeing this, the village chief and the two thought that something big had happened to Sun Yuanming, and they began to tremble when they spoke.

"What, what, your dad, what's wrong?"

"My dad is in pain now, the salt water is probably no longer usable, I want to go out to work for a few days, and then take my dad to the hospital in the town to see a doctor!"

"To build a road?"

"Mm-hmm, I want to go at noon."

The village chief looked at Sun Yuanming's son so firmly, even though he knew that Sun Yuanming's son must be unlucky to go, but he was not qualified at all, let alone had the courage to stop him.

Everyone knows very well in their hearts that Sun Yuanming is lying at home like this, that is, waiting for death.

But if his son had gone, there might have been a 1 in 10,000 chance.

The village chief did not speak, but nodded, and took it as acquiescence.

The village chief also knows deeply how much pressure he is under now.

Sun Yuanming's son set off as he spoke, quickly ran home to pack his things, and rushed to the construction site.

At this time, Sun Yuanming no longer had the extra strength to talk to others.

The village chief went to Sun Yuanming's house, and when he returned home, he felt that Sun Yuanming was really relieved, so he simply rolled up the bed and moved into Sun Yuanming's house in the afternoon.

Sun Yuanming saw that the village chief did not leave at night, and he was still sleeping in his son's bed.

The village chief saw Sun Yuanming's surprise and patiently preached to Sun Yuanming:

"Your son, I'm on the highway, I've had nothing to do these days, come and accompany you, you've been in poor health lately, and your son said he wants to take you to the hospital in the town to have a look!"

Sun Yuanming seemed to understand.

Hearing the village chief say that his son was going to take him to the hospital in the town to have a look, he hurriedly waved his hand left and right, and squeezed out a few syllables from his mouth:

"Expensive-expensive-expensive......"

"Don't worry about this, your son is filial to you, this is a good thing!"

Aunt Liu, who heard the sound next door, crawled outside the wall separating Sun Yuanming from their house, shouting:

"Old village chief, old village chief!"

The village chief heard someone calling out to him and went out.

"What's wrong, you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

"I'm going to sleep, I'm going to sleep, I'm just asking you how Yuanming is?"

"Want to know?"

"Uh-huh."

"I want to know, then you can skip over and take a look now!"

Aunt Liu thought that the village chief would break some news for her, but her eyes widened with excitement, and even the big black and shiny ears were erected.

But I didn't expect that the village chief not only didn't say it, but also gave her a bad look in person.

"Oh, look at what you are talking about, I have already passed if I can pass, this is not the old man of our family who said that it is the middle of the night, which makes it bad to see, but my heart is always thinking about Yuan Ming!"

The village chief saw that Aunt Liu was crawling on the wall and could speak well, and he didn't want to continue to talk to her, so he turned around and walked away.

When he turned around, he said loudly:

"Yuan Ming, let's go to bed early today!"

Only the embarrassed Aunt Liu was left in place, and with a snort in her mouth, she climbed down the wall.

When the village chief returned home, he found that Sun Yuanming had fallen asleep.

Lying on Sun Yuanming's son's bed, the village chief felt that he was not a little sleepy.

He didn't know if Sun Yuanming's son had found the big army when he ran to the road at noon.

I don't know what he's doing at the moment, or what he's thinking about anymore.

Listening to Sun Yuanming's breathing one after another, gradually, the village chief also fell asleep.