Zhang Yu and Lao Shamu escorted me out of the bank hall, and no one spoke.

When I got into the taxi, my heart started to hurt.

This pain reached its peak in the shouts of the driver's master '14 yuan'.

I pulled a bill out of my pocket, and my hand trembled.

After counting twice without making the wrong change, I sincerely said goodbye to the driver.

There was my crutch at the entrance of the stairway.

I walked straight past them, and sincerely hoped that the next garbage collector would take them with me.

Mom's rented house on the fourth floor.

Just as I was struggling to move my legs up the stairs, I ran into Grandma Zhang next door.

This gray-haired woman has an age-appropriate warm-heartedness.

As soon as she saw me, she held out her hands.

[Oops, my aunt,] she said.

The expression was slightly exaggerated, and I commented in my heart.

[Why don't you go out with a cane, your mother will start worrying again when she knows about it!] ]

The second half of the sentence is sincere.

With her strength, I stepped up the last step and began to gasp slightly.

Going down the stairs is not difficult for me, but going up the stairs is not possible, which requires the strength of the thighs and abdomen.

Unfortunately, my mother didn't pass it on to me.

This also led to her destined to work hard for me in this life.

However, no one is obliged to work for another person, especially if this person is not her biological daughter.

Outside the door I heard the roar of the washing machine coming from the bathroom.

I opened the door, and sure enough, the washing machine was running.

The washing machine was given by Grandma Zhang's family, and her daughter used two months' salary to replace her with a fully automatic drum washing machine after work.

Two days later, the old washing machine was moved to the house by my mother.

[Oops!] You say you're too careless, how can you make the washing machine work when you go out, how dangerous it is, and it's easy to catch fire! ]

She walked briskly into the door, checked left and right, and exhaled.

When he spoke again, his voice choked, [Grandma knows, you are uncomfortable because of your mother's death, but children, the living always have to look forward, do you say. ]

[There is nothing in this world that cannot be stopped, a few years ago, when my wife died, I also felt that the sky had fallen, the day was dark, and there was no taste of eating, and I wanted to go with him, but now you see, I am not still alive, people die, there is nothing, obedient children, live well. ]

That's what she meant......

Do you think I'm going to kill myself?

I stood in the doorway, not knowing what to say.

She didn't want to hear my answer, patted me on the shoulder, and Grandma Zhang left.

Like her, I also exhaled, no, I will not kill myself.

Only by living well can people see tomorrow.

There is no tomorrow for those who die.

And I want tomorrow.

Freshly dried clothes hung on the balcony, and the smell of sunlight and laundry detergent filled the room.

In the washing machine are knotted sheets and covers.

I looked at the calendar, the 11th.

It's the day off every month when mom is off, and on this day, she tidies up the whole house.

From bed sheets to toilets and refrigerators.

From the bedroom to the kitchen.

All the place, spotlessly clean.

Whether it's oil stains or dust, there's no trace of them.

I followed the traces of my mother's usual cleaning.

Sure enough, everything was clean and tidy, even the most oily kitchens.

I poked my head down, and there was a smell of disinfectant water on the ground.

My eyes skimmed over it all.

It's as if an old photograph is slowly starting to color, but all the colors are different.

There is no mother in this photo, but there are mothers everywhere.

In the room, the mattress I used to sleep was missing.

But I know where it goes, like every 11.

Mom would lift it to the rooftop two floors above.

Her thin body slowly dragged the heavy mattress, her back curved, like a bow ready to fire, but full of strength.

This power had existed in this little woman for 25 years, sustaining her through difficult days and nights, but now it is gone.

And so she died.

Like the sunshine on the mattress, it is fleeting in the torrent of life.

I slowly retreated, slowly retreated.

Unconsciously, he retreated to the door.

Like a baby who has just learned about the world, I began to feel overwhelmed.

The next second, I opened the door and stepped out.