1989 year

On the train from Lanzhou to Ganquan, the noise of passengers and the roar of wheels were mixed together, and the luggage rack and the bottom of the seat were full of debris, which seemed to be noisy and abnormal. The conductor carried a large teapot, took a cautious step, dodged the scattered packages in the corridor, and with a warm smile, from time to time filled the large glass in the passenger's hand with hot water, and sent a warm blessing, so that the travelers from all over the world in the carriage were like a family.

At this time, Zhang Yusheng's most popular song came from the loudspeaker of the carriage:

My future is not a dream,

I live every minute seriously.

My future is not a dream,

My heart is moving with hope......

He Yi'an sat on the hard seat by the window, his eyes swept over the vast Gobi outside, but his heart was full of ambition with a vision of incomparable happiness in the future.

This year, he finally finished his studies and stepped on the return train with great excitement.

Return, return, that is not only the desire to carry the passion, but also in order to fulfill his promise, use practical strength to support the precarious family, to take care of Li Xiulan who regards him as his own, and to do the filial piety that a son should have.

There is another layer, that is, to eagerly return to Cheng Jiangshui's side, return to the lover in his heart, end the bitter time of lovesickness, and let the flower of love finally bloom brightly.

Although it is impossible to enter the palace of marriage with Cheng Jiangshui immediately, the stirring in his heart is enough to make him ecstatic and impatient.

At this moment, even if the future starts from the lowest work, even if it is to face the pressure of all aspects of life, it is not hesitating.

The moment when the emotion swells out from the chest is like the love described in the poem, when the fabulous aura fills the irrational world of thought, and the world is only scorching white.

Wine Alley, Cheng's house.

Cheng Jiangshui gently took off the catheter of the nutrient solution from his mother's nostrils, wiped the beads of sweat on his head, and after a short pause, he had to start a full-body massage, and at the same time gently chatter in his ear, so as to stimulate Li Xiulan's shrinking brain nerves.

"Mom, we're done with today's nutrient solution, I'll massage your waist, your waist has been sick since the time of the group, and sometimes you can't get up when you squat. Dad always said what about you, don't carry those heavy things with old arms and legs, raise such a lot of children, do you put them as decorations? But you just don't listen, or secretly move yourself. Now that we have all grown up, anyone can help you, even Jiang Hai listens to you and helps me work...... Look, how fast this is, Jiang Hai is already a junior high school student now, if you don't wake up again, you will almost lose recognition of your most distressed little son......"

Looking at his mother's unresponsive cheeks, Cheng Jiangshui seemed to have long been accustomed to this rhythm of self-talk. Now it is the third year that Li Xiulan has been paralyzed in bed, although she is still unconscious, her condition has not deteriorated much.

Not only that, but on the surface, her face was ruddy and shiny, and even a little fat. The regrown hair was trimmed into shoulder-length short hair, looking neat and spirited, and the appearance of this dawn in front brought great hope to everyone in the Cheng family, as if she would be able to open her eyes in the next second.

The reason why Li Xiulan can maintain such an active vitality is entirely due to Cheng Jiangshui's meticulous care.

Up to four hours a day massage stimulates all parts of the body to prevent atrophy. All kinds of nutrient solutions and medicines are like three meals a day, and the complications of long-term paralysis in bed have also been effectively controlled, and there has never been a single bed mole in all parts of the body.

Because of this, Cheng Jiangshui's hands are covered with thick calluses, like a bitter brick movers on the construction site. This daughter has worked very hard in exchange for her mother's health, which is really indispensable.

Cheng Jiangshui sighed deeply, and while his heart was gloomy, he was preparing to carry out the next step of care. But at this time, there was a knock on the door. Cheng Jiangshui hooked the hair around his ears, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his cuffs slightly, and stepped forward to open the door in a few steps. Then, He Yi'an's handsome face with excitement and excitement appeared in front of him.

Cheng Jiangshui's autumn pupils were full of brilliance, and his mood was agitated, and even his voice was trembling: "Brother Yi'an, you ...... There you are! ”

He Yi'an's eyes looked at the beautiful and perfect face in front of him without blinking, and his heart was surging, like a pot of boiling water, exuding a scorching breath. He nodded affectionately and said in a hoarse voice, "Well, I'm here!" ”

Cheng Jiangshui's eyes were instantly filled with misty water vapor, staring at him silently, and asked in a choked voice for a long time, "Are you still leaving?" ”

He Yi'an shook his head gently, and his magnetic vocal cords replied firmly: "Don't go!" ”

"Brother Yi'an!"

Cheng Jiangshui suddenly plunged into He Yi'an's arms and cried sadly. At that moment, all the sadness and hesitation came to naught, and she felt an indescribable peace of mind, like a small boat adrift among the fierce tides and waves, and finally sailed into a sheltered harbor, with support and the greatest spiritual support.

He Yi'an hugged Cheng Jiangshui's trembling body tightly, and her sad whimper sounded in her ears.

He Yi'an's bulging heart turned into a gentle tenderness in an instant, and he gently patted the delicate body in his arms, trying his best to convey the continuous comfort. After a long, long time, Cheng Jiangshui broke away from his warm embrace with red eyes, hurriedly wiped a handful of tears, and pulled He Yi'an up and said brightly.

"Let's go, Brother Yi'an, let's tell Mom the news!"

With endless joy, the two Lian Jue came to Li Xiulan's bed, and Cheng Jiangshui said happily: "Mom, look, it's Brother Yi'an who is here!" What I just said, in the future, when there are heavy things, it can be like a group field, you just let Brother Yi'an move, his strength is the biggest in our family! ”

Listening to Cheng Jiangshui's happy story, He Yi'an suddenly asked in surprise: "Jiang Shui, can my godmother hear me?" ”

Cheng Jiangshui's face darkened, then he lowered his head in frustration, and sighed quietly: "I don't know if she can hear it, I just want to talk to her from time to time, to stimulate her brain nerves, maybe it will be good for her recovery." Second, I don't want my mother to be so lonely, and there is no one around me to talk to......"

"I see!"

He Yi'an looked at Li Xiulan's face sadly, pursed his lips tightly, and then said confidently: "Jiang Shui, I'm back, with me and you accompanying my godmother, everything will be fine!" ”

Cheng Jiangshui looked at him with burning eyes, lightly opened his red lips, and said with a strong sense of affection: "Brother Yi'an, thank you...... I can come back for this home! ”

He Yi'an stepped forward to pull Cheng Jiangshui's soft water, and looked at her pear blossom with rain and sad face sincerely. The mood in those misty pretty eyes, I don't know whether it is joy or sadness, it is sad to see, He Yi'an said leisurely: "Jiang Shui, for this family, and for you!" ”

At that moment, Cheng Jiangshui's sadness and sorrow disappeared, although her mother who was close at hand had no consciousness, but this thick love words made her shy, her face instantly swelled with two blushes, she lowered her head shyly, her voice was soft and glutinous, and her breath was unsteady: "Brother Yi'an!" ”

He Yi'an just wanted to say something, but suddenly felt a roughness in his palm, and hurriedly lowered his head and turned over the palm of Cheng Jiangshui.

When those ugly calluses covered with palms appeared in front of him, his eyes widened in surprise: "Jiang Shui, your hands!" ”

Cheng Jiangshui smiled shallowly, pulled his hand back slightly, and said lightly: "Well, it's okay, give my mother a massage, grind!" ”

He Yi'an pulled back her retracted hands tightly, touched those chapped scars distressedly, and her handsome cheeks were full of pity: "Jiang Shui, you have worked hard, let me help with these things in the future, I have strength in my hands." ”

With a hint of happy comfort, Cheng Jiangshui whispered obediently: "Hmm! ”

He Yi'an returned, whether it was unswerving or dictatorial.

His return really adds hope to this family. While inserting a Dinghai God Needle into Cheng Jiangshui's bitter heart, it also pierced He Weiguo's heart in coastal Xiamen with a sharp thorn that was difficult to pull out.

Yes, before the return, He Yi'an did not obtain He Weiguo's consent. There was not even an idea to discuss with him.

Because he knew that He Weiguo's conclusion was definitely negative.

Since the final thoughts between father and son are destined to be in opposite directions, why bother with this in vain? This mess, he can only throw it to his mother Du Wanling to deal with, his and his father's thinking state is not in the same dimension at all, either chickens and ducks talk about it, or ducks talk about chickens.