That's not right......

When she gave birth to her son, she gave birth to her son's hand well.

What about her son's hands?

What about hands?

Why is there only one left?

……

The old woman was dumbfounded.

The old woman was stunned.

She lowered her head and began to search, looking everywhere as if her son's hand was only hiding from the cat, in the grass, behind the trees, in the clusters of flowers.

She seemed convinced that she would find out.

Hearing the old woman's words, the people who were originally comforting the old man were all stunned.

And some onlookers also covered their mouths with a "hmm", turned their heads, and couldn't speak.

It may be because the man in the green suit has a large and small burden on his body, so many people don't notice it.

It turned out that his hand was gone.

When he saw that his mother suddenly stopped crying, she was just looking all over the ground, so he hugged the woman who was already full of gray hair.

This woman gave birth to him well and raised him well, but he himself was not angry.

He's too uncompetitive.

"Mom."

The man in green had a thousand words in his heart, and he wanted to comfort his poor old mother.

However, in the end.

He couldn't say anything except the word "mom".

"Mom."

"Mom."

Said it one after another, very calmly, very sincerely, and it was distressing to hear.

And his father, the old man who was too stubborn, finally came to his senses.

He couldn't say anything, like a lightning strike.

He threw away his crutches and threw himself out of his wheelchair.

No one could stop him, he couldn't stand steadily, he threw himself directly to the ground, and stretched out his hand like a dead branch to reach his son.

The man in the green suit hurriedly knelt down and asked his father to see and touch him.

Will the old man cry with regret and scold himself for not being a person?

Will it be like an old woman, looking for hands all over the ground, and saying nothing but "where is my son's hand"?

Or is it the kind that he simply fainted on the spot and couldn't be saved?

Everyone is worried, everyone is nervous and overwhelmed.

If you say, at the beginning, there were still people who watched the excitement with the idea that it was not their business.

So at this moment, no matter who it is, they can't help but hide their faces and cry.

Not for anything else.

The hand of the man in the green suit was lost for the sake of the country, for the sake of everyone present.

It is with people like him that people can happily eat delicious boxed lunches and happily appreciate the small red flowers planted in the hospital yard.

They are obviously so happy, and they are still pushing each other for a little thing in line, who looks at whom more, and "what do you see" quarrel......

Are they worth it?

Is it worth it?

But some people never ask if it's worth it or not.

They don't even feel like heroes.

Even if they clearly are.

To everyone's surprise.

The old man did not cry, did not regret it, and certainly did not say anything unpleasant.

He shed tears and cried quietly.

"Good son, welcome home."

The old man cried hoarsely and smiled at his son.

This may be the first time this stubborn and old-fashioned old man has smiled at his son.

"Hmm." The man in the green suit couldn't help but cry, repeating several "um" words in a row, just afraid that he would cry as soon as he opened his mouth.

I didn't cry when I lost a hand, but I cried like something when I came to my parents, how embarrassing it was.

What he doesn't understand is that no one will ever think he's ashamed.

"Hey, boy, how did you buy two meals? Your father and mother have finished eating, you can eat these two meals, it's less delicious than cooking, you must not waste it. The old man rubbed his son's shoulder, not asking if it hurt, but it hurt more than his own injury.

……

At this time, Yu Mancang looked behind the family of three.

Spot the sun shining brightly on the little red flowers on the flower beds.

Only then did I realize that the little red flowers were not blooming sporadically, and they were not nothing to look at.

The little flowers are like small powers, one after the other, one after the other.

It's a big piece.

It's a big piece.

It seems that there is no horizon.

Magnificent.

Yes......

It's so beautiful.