Being able to guard his side day and night when his mother was seriously ill, Qin Kexin felt at ease. But this kind of companionship day and night made him deeply feel the deep sadness brought about by his mother's illness. The relentlessness of illness and time, like the pain of scraping bones, and the warm blood, rushed together in his veins, making him feel angry and helpless.

When the mother on the sickbed was awake, she always called Qin Kexin's name:

"Xiao Ke, Xiao Ke, my son, come here, let Mom see you."

It's like looking at it one more time and it's hard to look at the next one.

He stood quietly in his mother's grey eyes, watching her smile tremble with every effort. When he saw his mother close her eyes and fall into a dark, sunken slumber again, he raised his hand and gently picked up his mother's outstretched arm next to him, put it into the futon, covered it carefully, and then wrung out the handkerchief from the face plate on the wooden bench next to him to help his mother wipe her face, and then wrung out the cleaned handkerchief and covered it lightly and smoothly on his mother's forehead.

Usually after doing this, he sits on a bamboo-backed chair a foot away, upright, looking at his mother, who is getting weaker, and is stunned. At this time, no one could see what the boy who had just turned ten years old was hiding. When his mother awoke and called him again, he rose again, and stood straight and serene beside his sick mother with the faint light of the morning twilight, bearing her feeble gaze and caresses.

This kind of scene, Yingchun Hua watched it many times on the side, and wiped her tears every time. His aunt led Qin Ya, who was still very young, over, and when she saw it, she pulled Qin Ya with one hand and him with the other, squatted down and asked him:

"Xiao Ke, shall we go to school?"

"Brother, go to school, go to school."

The little Qin Ya on the side parroted his tongue and swayed his hands and shouted immaturely.

He shook his head, then lowered his head, and his whole eyelid drooped, covering his eyes, and his eyelashes were wet, but no tears flowed.

was so anxious that his aunt hugged him and cried, such a young child, suffering day and night, could no longer cry.

However, he insisted on not going to school. His aunt cried in front of her husband and brother-in-law about the situation of her eldest nephew, and his father Qin Hong made a special trip back to beg his son to go to school, saying that even if he was not called Aunt Qing, Aunt Qing would take good care of his mother and tell him to go to school with confidence. But the little Qin Kexin still expressed his refusal to leave the house with a long silence.

"He was afraid that his mother would call him when she woke up, but she wouldn't be able to do so."

Qin Kexin's aunt took her daughter's hand, wiped her uncontrollable tears, and cried to the two adult men of the Qin family.

"My brother is afraid that my aunt will not find him when she wakes up, and my brother is afraid that his mother will not find him."

Xiao Qin Ya parroted childishly on the side again. The relationship between the brother and sister is much deeper in this life and death dependence.

"Sister-in-law, then you go and tell her, let her stop moving and call Xiao Ke."

Qin Hong estimated that from this time on, she began to ask her brother and sister-in-law whenever she had something.

"Then she has this incurable disease at such a young age, she is afraid that she will see it once less, how can she rest assured that she has such a young son!"

"She can't cure it, I'm afraid that I won't see it once less, and I can't rest assured that I can't get rid of my brother, and I can't worry about my brother."

Qin Ya remembered every time she parroted her little self at that time. So that many years later, she always recalled this scene, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her cousin, and she could tell Bai Pujia about it with her own feelings, she was very eager that this future sister-in-law would go deeper into her cousin's heart because of her story, and finally be able to face the ups and downs of life with her cousin.

And for the unforgettable experience in his childhood, it was also like a knife in Qin Kexin's heart. He used to be unacceptable, but now, in the process of repeated memories when he comes back for a few days every year, he remembers his mother and releases his sadness, but he also gradually comes out and gradually realizes that this is also a part of his life, he is there, he and his mother are here, his mother has not left, and still lives in his heart.

When Qin Kexin thought of this, Qin Ya was also telling Bai Pujia about this:

"Let her talk to Xiao Ke to go to school!"

Qin Kexin's father at that time, Qin Hong, raised his voice and repeated the sentence several times.

Qin Ya's mother came to the sickbed, pulled Qin Kexin to his father and uncle next door, stuffed little Qin Ya's hand into his hand, and instructed:

"Xiao Ke, you help your aunt watch Qin Ya, and your aunt went over to help your aunt wash your mother's body together."

"Brother, I'll play with you, and you will play with me."

Xiao Qin Ya rubbed on his cousin.

Qin Kexin looked up at his aunt, then looked down at his little cousin rubbing against him, and nodded.

Qin Ya's mother wiped her tears and went to the next room, facing her younger brother and sister who woke up from illness, while helping her younger brother and sister wipe their bodies and comb their hair with the young aunt, she said with tears in her eyes:

"Qinlan, you are blessed to have raised such a good son, who is smart and filial!"

"When you are awake, whether you call him or not is in front of you, when you are asleep, he sits next to you and looks at you, you don't know the eyes, sensible and heartbreaking, as if he knows that time can't be stopped, he wants to guard you for one more minute is one minute, how old is he, he knows not to cry, he doesn't make trouble, he hasn't even seen his emotions fluctuate, all the things that can take care of you, he will try his best to do it for you! Ask this aunt, he picked up the handkerchief and wrung it out to wipe your face, lips, arms and fingers, which is finer than any of us! But, brother and sister, Xiao Ke is so quiet now, it's so quiet, he's so quiet that people panic! ”

"We were afraid that he would not be able to bear it, so we asked him to go over and sleep with me and Xiao Ke, but he didn't, we persuaded him to go to school, and he didn't, his father made any request to him, except to take care of you, nothing else spoke, and objected with silence. It can't go on like this, you think, we can't bear our fate, but he's still young, he hasn't started anything, a little bean hasn't sprouted yet, my sister-in-law knows that you care about him, and I want to be at ease when I open my eyes every day, but this can't work, he's too young, he won't be able to stand it, what you give him is not love, it's the pressure that crushes people! ”

"Look at the neatly folded scratch paper on the desktop, the neatly stacked books and homework books! He doesn't leave the house half a step, just worried that you can't wake up and call him, so at night when you fall asleep, he silently recites poems and articles, in the morning you haven't woken up, he will memorize the poems and texts silently, and then copy the math textbook one by one to practice, stacked up almost as high as the palm of his hand, he doesn't go to school, is afraid that you can't call him, he is also worried about you, but you will exhaust him in this way, let him go, let him go to school! He is so filial, so smart, back to his school, his class, his teachers, his classmates will care for him, he will be sunny, at least he will not be crushed in his heart, he is still so young, let him learn to be independent and strong in this more difficult situation! ”

As Qin Ya's mother spoke, tears dried in her eyelashes, stuck to her eyelashes, and dried on her face, blending with the heaviness of the air, washing away the dust on her face.