The dust shining in from the four palm-sized windows was still shining in the sunlight and fell on the faces of the three women in the room, Qin Kexin's mother, who washed and dried her body and leaned back on the head of the bed, Qin Ya's mother, who was sitting on the side to help her comb the hair on the back of her head, and Yingchun Hua, who was hanging her hands. The faces of the three women were all ditched in the shining sunlight, and they were all immersed in the shining dance.

Qin Ya's mother once again took Qin Kexin's hand and came to his mother's sickbed. The bright sunlight, the small wooden windows in all directions, and the flying dust are like a lullaby played in advance, and the faces of the mother and son are a kind of holy tranquility.

Qin Kexin, who became an adult, still remembers what his mother said to him that day.

"Xiao Ke, mom's illness is going to be cured, mom wants you to go to school, and you can go home to see mom as soon as you finish school, okay?"

The young Qin Kexin was surprised to find that his mother's eyes revealed a different light from the past, a shining light, born from the depths of her eyes, shining the turbidity and dimness of the entire eyes.

"Xiao Ke Xiao Ke, Mom really wants to be good, you cook a good meal for Mom today, Mom wants to eat egg custard, you make it for Mom, okay?"

Qin Kexin's mother looked at her son's gray eyes as twilight gradually fell, and the morning mist gradually rose, with a glow, flashing a morning star. She saw the hope rising from the heart of her young but precocious son.

"Good. Mom, you wait for me. ”

Qin Kexin finally pursed his lips and smiled, his face was full of light, and a pair of eyes sparkled as he looked at his mother, who was really getting better, and his smile brightly illuminated the hearts of the whole room and the people in the room. A child has been extinguished for a long time, but the hope that should have always existed has finally been rekindled.

When Qin Kexin turned around to go to the kitchen, his mother stretched out her slender arm and gently grabbed her son's thin but still round and elastic arm, as if endless affection poured out from her eyes, covering his face and body, smacking her lips with a smile and admiration:

"How nice! How nice! How good my son laughs! ”

"Xiao Ke, promise my mother, in the future, no matter when, you have to be like this, laugh, full of sunshine, not afraid of any difficulties, use actions to change the predicament, care for and love you and the people you love, okay?"

In that moment, he felt that he saw eternity in the depth and love of his mother's gaze on him. His mother's smile at him was brighter than the flying sun, falling on him, into his eyes, mouth, throat, spleen and stomach, in the skeletal muscles of his body, and his flowing blood, which was so warm that he couldn't seem to feel it, also rose again in his mother's smile, warming his whole body. He never felt like he was going to die, but at this moment, he felt that he was alive, yes, it turned out that being alive tasted like such a joy.

He longed to rush out of the door, whirling in the sun, rolling on the grass, to announce to the heaven and earth that had puzzled him for a time that he was alive. He's alive! Because, his mother is alive too! After despair to hope, you know what despair is and what hope is! This is a nine-year-old boy who understands this early, and probably some people can't understand it in their lifetime!

With tears in her eyes, his mother watched her son walk into the kitchen in a hurry, her little face and her step-by-step body, as if she had suddenly grown into an adult who knew how to do things in life like she did before she got sick. She doesn't want to get sick either, although she is still sick, but she has to get better, her heart is healed first, and her illness will be healed, she has such a good son, doesn't she? What reason did she have to despair? She has to have a fighting spirit, and when she is high, her son will be high-spirited and resolute.

The kitchen crackled with the sound of pots and pans when he cooked, the sound of splitting wood and folding sticks, the sound of striking matches, the sound of flames squeaking in the stove, the sound of vegetables in the oil pot, the smell of vegetables beginning to overflow with fragrance, the very fine sound of incense wafting out, the sound of dishes falling into the basin, the sound of him putting a plate on the table, and even the sound of his aunt trying to help him several times in the past, but he stubbornly blocked it silently with her elbow, his mother could hear it clearly with her eyes closed.

"Mom, the meal is ready, I'll feed you."

This is the most moving sound of all the voices of this meal.

His mother had already opened her eyes and looked at him! He didn't realize that his mother was no longer sad or discouraged in his simple and simple words of love!

At this moment, it is enough for their mother and son to get along like this, and it is enough for this moment, no matter what will happen to him in the next moment!

He remembered very well that his mother had also said that all the sorrows and sorrows that life and sickness had brought her, let them die before her in the son's fullness of love for him.

She is not afraid, she wants her son not to be afraid!

She made him understand that she is a mother, and she must pass on the perseverance, sunshine, hope, warmth and love of a mother to her son, so that the son understands that he has a mother who will never fall like a sunflower!

She said that she just wanted his son to understand from the disaster she brought him that when a person lives, the natural flow of birth, old age, sickness and death is inevitable, but if he is open-minded, he can change the deadline. Even if you can't change the deadline, you will change the established time and depth of the track of your life, and you will have this trip without regrets! Later, he watched his mother, in the rest of her own life, live into a sunflower she planted in the yard, and let his son moisten in the light of life released by her life with all her life power.

As a son, he also reassured his mother at the last that he had understood that no matter when or what happened, as long as he attained contemplation, his spirit would not die, and his love would not die, and he would no longer fear anything in life like his brave mother.

Mother and son have the same heart, and after they do their best, whether the mother is there or not in the future, they will be there, as long as he is there.

In the sound concerto of listening to her son's cooking, she actually brandished a soul's bone scraper in her heart, quickly and accurately scraping out all the fragility, compromise, and despair of the past, and throwing them away without a trace.

When her son said to her, Mom, the meal is ready, I'll feed you! Her body and mind were already fully immersed in the pleasure of this moment, and this pleasure instantly stirred her whole body, making her almost forget the pain, but smiling and carrying the radiance of hope.