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108 The iron law of going home

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    Since my wife finished the exam, we have been going home every weekend (home in the country).  Now, knowing that my father has relapsed, we must cherish this last time even more.  Therefore, "going home on weekends" has become an iron law rain or shine.

    I remember that weekend, when I was sorting things out, my wife asked cautiously: "Do you want to take back the report of the gastroscopy after you have been corrected?"

    I thought about it, and then replied: "I'd better take it with me, but if my dad doesn't ask, then don't take the initiative to show it to him."

    "Why?" My wife asked puzzled.

    "If there is no trace. I am afraid that if it is too obvious, it will easily arouse Dad's suspicion." I explained.

    "Well, that's fine." After the wife responded, she carefully folded the fake gastroscopy report and put it in her bag.

    I'm a grassroots person through and through, but I can't afford a car.  Therefore, returning home once is not an easy task.  In addition to packing small bags, the family of three had to squeeze on a small motorcycle.  Although the distance is not too far, it takes nearly an hour to travel from the urban area to the hometown in the countryside.  Every time I come and go, just sitting on the buttocks in a small place will feel sore and numb.  However, our confidence is unwavering.  For the sake of my father, no matter how hard and tired we are, we will definitely go home to see him often (at least once a week).

    When I got home, I saw my father lying on the bed listlessly.  Seeing this scene, I just felt a sudden "click" in my heart.  Immediately asked the mother about his father's recent situation with concern.

    The mother said that since my father came back from Nanjing, he has been lying in bed almost all day long, and his spirit has not been good.  Seeing my unusually obvious worry, my mother added, but my father didn't say that he had any other discomforts except that he still complained about the pain of the scar.

    My mother's explanation somewhat reassured me.  I estimate that my father's current condition should be caused by the exhaustion caused by the continuous long-distance travel.  I hope my father will be able to recover after resting for two more days.

    I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because our mood improved after we came back, or because we really recovered after these few days of rest. Anyway, on the second day, that is, Sunday, my father finally stopped lying in bed all the time.  Sit up and chat with us from time to time.  Sure enough, as I expected, my father was full of confidence in this gastroscopy examination, and he had no intention of checking the examination report at all.  Occasionally, my father would go out and walk around.  Although it failed to return to the state before going to Nanjing, compared with the situation of lying down for two or three days, this is undoubtedly a change worthy of our joy.

    The so-called people are in good spirits on happy occasions.  Seeing the whole family gathered together, the happy father even had a much better appetite than a few days ago.

    In short, the changes in my father are gratifying.  Therefore, we (including my sister's family) returned to the urban area in a relaxed mood.  Although the two-day gathering was short, it was precious.  Because family affection once again warmed the heart of the father who was suffering from illness.

    On the following Monday, I started to prepare for my trip to Nanjing.  Somewhat apologetically, I handed everything over to my wife on Tuesday.  Fortunately, for the sake of my father, my wife, who understands righteousness, expressed a hundred and twenty points of support to me.

    The reason why I didn't go one day earlier was entirely because of Xing Haiyan's words.  I clearly remember that after she knew about our phone appointment and coming a day in advance, she reminded us very kindly: "In the future, you don't need to make an appointment at all. As long as you can make it to the hospital before 9:30  That's fine. When you arrive, just report my name to register."

    Therefore, when I went to Nanjing last time, I specifically asked the driver what time is the earliest bus to Nanjing.  The driver replied, "Five thirty in the morning!"

    In order to be able to catch up with the registration, I got up at four o'clock on Tuesday morning.  While I was washing up, my wife also got up, because she was going to take me to the station by battery car.  At that time, children who were still in kindergarten were still immersed in dreams.  I originally wanted the child to continue to sleep for a while, but my wife was afraid that if she woke up and found herself alone at home, she would cry like a slobber, so we finally woke up the child.  So, my wife, my sleepy child and I set off on a battery car.  Although the daytime in summer is very long, the sky and the earth were still shrouded in darkness at that time because it was too early.  Fortunately, the street lights in the urban area were always on, which saved our family from the tragic experience of being in the dark.

    When I arrived at the station, I checked my phone, it was just past five and twenty, and the time was just right.  After telling my wife to "slow down on the road", I walked into the station.

    As soon as I entered the station, I realized something was wrong.  because i didn't seeBrightly lit as expected.  In the huge station, except for the faint lights in a few places, most of the places are still immersed in darkness and dead silence.  I only see one person.  Go forward and ask where you can buy tickets now.  The man pointed to several dark ticket windows and said helplessly, "Wait!"

    its not right!  The driver clearly told me that the earliest bus is at 5:30!  I'm in a hurry.  Therefore, I did not wait as stupidly as that person.  Following the light, I walked over.  Through the half-open door, I seem to see hope.  Push open the door and walk in.  First I greeted them politely, and then asked respectfully, "Excuse me, where can I buy tickets now?"

    "Just wait a little longer, someone should come later!" The man replied disapprovingly.

    "I don't know how long it will take?" I asked again hastily.  In terms of time, I can't afford it!  Because, in two minutes, it will be half past five.

    "I'm not sure about this. I'm in charge of rural transportation. I think it should be soon. You can just wait in the ticket hall!" The man seemed a little impatient, but fortunately he spoke in a friendly tone.

    Seeing that people have already talked about this, I don't want to entangle them anymore. After thanking me, I had no choice but to return to the ticket hall again.

    In just a short while, there were several more people in the hall.  You can tell at a glance that these are the first trains like me.  asked.  are sent to different places.  But, without exception, they all said that the first train was half past six.  Did I hear wrong?  Isn't the first bus to Nanjing also at 6:30?  With such doubts, I joined the growing waiting crowd.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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