The day of discharge has finally arrived!

The school sent a car, and the principal got out of the car, and after asking for my opinion, he decided to send me back to my hometown to recuperate.

It was raining heavily in the sky, looking at the "bandits" and Xiaojian who sent me to the gate of the hospital, the feelings of farewell and friends flooded over, my eyes were moist, but the fortitude of a man had to crush the love of children and tears on my clothes, and I could only smile peacefully and quietly on my face.

Doctor Gong Xi casually glanced at Feixia, who was standing beside me holding her five-year-old son Chu Tianyun, and then turned his gaze to me, and said to me solemnly word by word: "Cherish it, there are very few people like you who have not left any sequelae after being sick." Go back and rest in bed quietly, avoid emotional excitement from now on, keep your mood comfortable, and strictly prohibit smoking and drinking. Good luck! ”

After saying "thank you, goodbye," I got into the car with my leader, wife, brother, and sister, and rushed to Chujiazhuang, Hongqi Township, more than 20 miles away, through the heavy rain and wind.

Lying on the wooden bed at home, lost, melancholy, confused, and there seems to be a trace of sadness inexplicably filling my chest, I am really suffocating!

The old father was busy from breakfast to dinner, and had no time to spare.

Tell Feixia to do it? From ninety-one to the present, we have lived for five whole years, has she ever cooked a breakfast? Her reason is that what I am most afraid of in this life is to cook breakfast. How many times did she do my laundry? My clothes were broken, so I had to mend them myself, and she often showed off her husband's skills to others!

The doctor told me to recuperate at home, can I calm down?

Looking at my 60-year-old father, busy with his son who lost his mother 20 years ago, his hair went from black to gray, and his body changed from hard to stiff, how could I bear to let my 80-year-old father wash pots and dishes, go to the stove and go to the pool for his son and daughter-in-law, who are not yet 30 years old?

Is it not enough for my father to farm and raise pigs to increase his income after retiring from the supply and marketing cooperative, and to train me to go to college, but also to let him give the last precious time of his life to his son, who has been a father for five years?

Looking at my father's body that is getting lower and weaker, and listening to my father's voice that is getting pale and no longer loud, my face is calm but my heart is twitching and crying!

I couldn't sleep anymore in the morning, and for a few days, I got up at dawn and rushed to cook rice, then washed pots and wipes dishes, and helped pick vegetables and cook lunch. Take a nap in my father's room at noon - the youngest son who sleeps in our room is noisy and noisy, and Feixia just reprimands the child in simple ways such as scolding and beating, the effect is counterproductive, the younger son is even more noisy, how can I sleep?!

Lying on my father's bed, my eyes widened, thinking of the reminder of the "bandits" and the last instructions of the palace physician, I tried my best to control the tears that rushed out of my eyes, put one hand behind my head, and grasped the pillow with the other, staring at the bright skylight of the roof, watching the dust tumble up and down in the pillar of light it cast.

After breakfast on the fourth day, I smiled and said to my father, "Dad, I went to my sister's house in Houcun today, and my sister took care of me for a few days." ”

"Mingxi, it's raining outside, can you walk over alone? Tell Feixia to send you there. The father said worriedly.

I stared into my father's cloudy and warm eyes and swore an oath, "Don't worry, Dad." I can do it! At the end, he patted his chest a few times with his right hand to prove that he had no problems, so as to dispel his father's worries and worries.

When I stepped out of the house with an umbrella and walked for a while in the morning rain, my father's voice came from a distance behind me, as kind as the ground under my feet, as familiar as the sound of rain in my ears: "Be careful when crossing that little stone bridge!" ”

The rain in the sky beat on the umbrella, my father's voice beat on my heart, and I staggered.

I showed up in front of my sister's house, and she was sitting with her little granddaughter peeling beans at the gate.

"Sister!" I yelled heavily.

As soon as she raised her head, her face was first full of surprise, and then it turned cloudy, and she complained: "Mingxi, you came alone?" Feixia didn't send you? It's raining so hard and the road is so slippery! Are you still dizzy? ”

"Don't get dizzy, look," I said, putting away my umbrella and stepping through the door and spun around, "Nice, right?" ”

God knows that when I crossed that little stone bridge, I was so dizzy that I almost fell into the current, and now I am afraid to think about it!

"I don't know you yet? I know how many large intestines I have in my stomach. Always thinking about others, don't you read too many books? You have to say what you have to say, and if you don't say it, you can only suffocate your stomach. My sister looked at me with concern and stopped peeling the beans.

The daughter of my nephew, who was peeling beans, called me sweetly: "Uncle, uncle, uncle!" ”

I hurriedly kissed her tender face: "Hey, Miaomiao, my uncle didn't bring anything good this time, double it next time, ah?" ”

For my sister who has never been to school for a day and loves me deeply, I don't know why, I am willing to tell her a lot of things that I don't say to others.

Maybe when she was a child, she fed her nephew milk cake without hesitation, right? Maybe when my mother died, she took pity on me when I was only nine years old and hugged me and cried, right? Maybe when I got married, she borrowed a lot of money from me and my brother didn't, right? Maybe she often brings things to Luhuadang Middle School to see me, right? Maybe she looked at me too lovingly and too much for me to refuse, right?

When I finished saying what was in my heart in one breath, my sister finally sighed lightly: "Mingxi, do you remember what you said to me?" Before the engagement, you said to me, sister, don't worry, a person's personality will change, and culture is not a problem. I can teach the worst students well, and I will definitely be able to bring Feixia well. Mingxi, what cultural qualities and like-minded people do you know now? Now you don't think Feixia has graduated from junior high school? My sister won't make a big sense, but I know that this is your own choice, and you are responsible for your choice, for your woman, and even more for your son. ”

After a moment's pause, my sister's still charming big eyes burst out with a dazzling brilliance, she looked at me, and said earnestly and sincerely: "You have to think clearly, Mingxi!" Divorce is a disservice, a torment, and a pain for all three of you! Don't make a decision lightly until you have to, thousands, thousands, huh? ”

When I got home two days later, my father told me that Feixia had taken Tianyun to Luhuadang.

Fortunately, she took her children to work in a garment factory at the same time, and I made the most of this break to think about the meaning of work and family, and how to deal with the intricate relationship between the two.

At the beginning of August, I didn't expect Xiao Jian to come to see me. He told me that on the third day after I was discharged from the hospital, his father and Hu Fei were also discharged from the hospital.

He also told me that Hu Fei admired me more, and he told Xiao Jian, and through just a few days of contact, he had a deeper understanding of the teacher and changed a lot of wrong views. I listened calmly to Xiao Jian's narration, but there were waves of emotions in my heart.

I was asking in my heart: Xiao Jian, Xiao Jian, are you just here to tell me this?

Finally got down to business.

Xiao Jian smiled a little embarrassed and asked me to do me a favor, saying that he has a younger brother who is about to enter junior high school, and if he can come to our school, it is best to put it in my class.

"No, no, no!" I teased him, happily watching the smile on his face slowly stiffen, and then said slowly, "But for the love of "Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword", wrap it up on me!" But be prepared in advance: this year, I don't necessarily teach the first year of junior high school. Since '954, I have been teaching junior high school. ”

Xiao Jian smiled childishly, my heart moved, God, how much he looks like Cao Junfei, a graduate of the 91st class, the representative of the Chinese department who won the first prize in the school's speech competition, especially when he laughs!

Xiao Jian left, satisfied.

I sent him outside the village, and it wasn't until the slender back melted into the distant village that it connected to the blue sky, and I dragged my hesitant steps home, still clutching Gu Long's "Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword" in my hand.