The nurse had given my mother several fever-reducing injections, but she still had a high fever.

Looking at the frozen "41" on the thermometer, my heart tightened as if it was being caught.

I wish time stood still because Mom never woke up. In the blink of an eye, three hours passed, and it was business as usual.

The doctor checked the ward every twenty minutes, becoming more and more frequent and his expression more serious.

All the phenomena send a signal, this time, the mother is more auspicious!

"Mom, the doctor came to see you, he said that you are very strong, said that your condition has improved, I know that you are lucky, I, I ......"

This minute, this second, my trembling lips could no longer speak.

"Mom, you're so happy to hear the good news, and I'm very happy. No matter how happy we are, we can't cry, the wound in your eye hasn't healed yet. Seeing the tears in the corners of my mother's eyes, I was anxious and distressed, and hurriedly reached out to wipe them. There was a nurse's cry behind him, and it turned out that the touch scene really existed.

Zhang Yang came to my side, holding a water glass in his hand. Seeing that I was in a trance, he had to feed me water.

As soon as I took two sips, I shivered with the pain of piercing my heart, and in this interval, I saw blood floating on the water. "Wenwen, if you stay up like this, you will collapse, you still have our father, you can't ......"

At this point, Zhang Yang burst into tears, saying that men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place.

"Zhang Yang, chat with me, I can't sleep."

I said blankly, my eyes empty.

Zhang Yang nodded, took a chair and sat opposite me. He's a good man, I'm by my mother's bedside, he's by my side.

Rubbing his cheeks vigorously a few times, he cleared up his tired brain, thought for a moment, and slowly spoke.

"If you don't say anything else, let's talk about my mother's history of struggle."

"Okay, listen up."

Zhang Yang wiped his eyes and smiled reluctantly.

"For 10 years from my childhood to my teenage years, I always thought my mom had forgotten me. She is always in a hurry to go to work, and after work, she picks up a few mouthfuls of food and goes to work overtime. Why don't I love noodles? Because when I was a child, I ate enough instant noodles. ”

As he was talking, the monitor went off, and it was time to measure my mother's blood pressure.

When I took the notebook, I saw my mother crying, and I thought about it for a while, and regretted it.

Mom, you must have heard me complain.

"Mom, I shouldn't blame you, I know that you are serious about everything you do."

What I'm saying is the truth, and my dad is sorry for himself. Help my mother wipe away her tears, and I continued to tell Zhang Yang about my mother.

My mother didn't have me until she was thirty years old, and she treated me like life.

She loves me but doesn't dote on me, she and my dad are busy with work, and they often work overtime on weekends, so I can only take care of myself.

I learned to cook when I was eight years old, and because I couldn't master the heat, the cooked food was either charred or raw.

I remember one time, my mother rarely came home early, and when I was cooking by myself, she would sit and watch me cook? How's it going?

When I brought her the prepared meal to taste, she picked up the bowl and said, "My daughter is awesome, the cooking is delicious." ”

At the time, I didn't understand why my mother didn't overboard her meal, but now that I think about it, she must be wiping her tears. The daughter eats raw burnt rice all day long, and of course she is sad as a mother.

When I was eleven years old, my four-year-old cousin came to live in our house, and I had to cook and take care of my cousin. Because of these things, my mother always felt indebted to me.

Talking to Zhang Yang here, I turned my head to look at my mother and said something that had been held in my heart for a long time.

"Mom, you always say that I was poor when I was a child, and no one took care of me. You were busy at work, but you should have time to spend with me when you retired, and you went to the university for the elderly, and you met many uncles and aunts. Your friends come to you every weekend, and I mean you're not too much of a hassle, but I don't mean anything else, I just think you're too tired. ”

Choked up and finished saying what was in my heart, I held my mother's hand and said solemnly: "Mom, my daughter loves you very much and admires you very much." You have struggled all your life and never bowed to difficulties, and this time, you can't give up and don't lie to me. ”

Mom is a good person, with good thoughts and a willingness to give.

No matter who is in trouble, she does her best to help. Even if it's uncomfortable at times, it's still busy. Mom's approach made me very angry, mainly because I felt sorry for her.

What I remember the most was the incident that happened in the winter of 2014.

I don't know what affected me that year, in short, it was very cold, such weather was very bad for my mother, she had an old problem of migraine, and she couldn't suffer from the cold. For this reason, I bought her a hat, which was big, warm and not piercing, and I told her to bring it to class so as not to get cold and headaches.

But the result? She actually gave away the hat. After knowing this, I was so angry that I almost smashed the window, and I asked my mother what she meant? If you don't like it, you can say it clearly, why give away the hat.

Looking at my annoyed look, my mother didn't accuse, but said earnestly: "Daughter, you can't be selfish, who hasn't had a time when there is a shortage of clothes to wear?" It's not difficult to help if you see it. ”

Mom's words touched me, and since then I have started to help others, and in the process, I have gained a lot of happiness that I never had before.

At 14:45 pm on January 7, 2015, my mother finally drew an end to her life after persisting for three days and two nights.

Looking at my mother, who would never look at me again or say a word to me again, I was as stiff as petrified.

I want to walk forward, but I can't move my legs; I want to say something, but I can't open my mouth.

Seeing my appearance, the doctor hurriedly said, "Tian Wenwen, it's not easy for your mother to hold on for so long. Generally, a critically ill patient like this lasts for half a day at most, but your mother has persisted for so long, and her willpower is very strong. Don't be too sad, mourn! ”

Yes, Mom is very strong, but it's a pity that this time......

Turning to look at the hospital bed, I couldn't stop crying.

Mom, I hope the first person you see when you open your eyes is me. You may be unconscious, but you can "see" me. You wept as I called in your ear.

You never gave up, you just got too tired.

I don't know how long it took for my legs to move. Moved to my mother's hospital bed, stroked my mother's face, and I spoke again.

"Mom, I've said more in the past three days than in thirty years, and although I have broken my mouth, I don't care at all. The doctor asked me to prepare for the funeral, and I almost died of heartache, and I also experienced the feeling of heartbreak......"

The grief was so great that I couldn't stand, so I could only kneel in front of my mother's bed and speak my heart one last time.

"Mom, I am honored to be your daughter in this life. I will follow your teachings and have a clear conscience in all my conduct and deeds. In the next life, you can't lie to me anymore. ”