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    In fact, mother is more suitable here.  Because my mother is also a lively person.  Here, chatting while picking peanuts is already a rare enjoyment in life for my mother.

    I didn't say much, gave up the stool, and then walked straight to the house.  I know that the father who just lay on the bed needs the most care.

    Come to the room on the east side of the first floor, two children are watching cartoons.  I said to the two children: "Grandpa is already asleep, you should turn off the TV and play outside for a while."

    The two children also knew that their father was not in good health, so they turned off the TV obediently.  When the kids are about to leave, I remind them to bring candy.

    "Dad, why do you bring candy?" the child asked puzzled.

    I pointed to the neighbors on the side of the road who were helping to pick peanuts, and then asked: "So-and-so (the child's nickname), what are those aunts doing?"

    "I'm helping my family collect peanuts!" The child replied with some complacency.

    "Since they are doing us a favor, shouldn't we give something in return?" I continued to ask with a smile.

    "Well," the child nodded, then his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "Dad, I see. They help our family pick peanuts, so I'll give them wedding candies."

    "Well, so-and-so (the child's nickname) is really smart!" I gave a thumbs up and praised.

    Hearing this, the child held two boxes of candies in each pair of small hands, and jumped out excitedly.  From the perspective of children, what I just said is a lot of fun.

    Now, only my father and I are left in the room.  My father was lying on the bed, breathing fairly steadily.  However, the cough is still very frequent.  It is precisely because of the constant coughing that my father cannot fall asleep in a short time.

    Listening to my father's heart-piercing cough, I felt colic in my heart from time to time.  The reason why someone is here to watch is because accompanied by coughing and coughing, thick phlegm will come up from time to time.  My father has limited mobility, so whenever my father needs to spit, someone has to help wipe it with a canteen paper.

    At first, I was sitting on the sofa in front of the bed. When I heard my father coughing up sputum, I hurried forward to get the paper and wipe it, and then returned to the sofa.  It's just that my father seems to spit up frequently, so running back and forth like this seems to be time-consuming and troublesome.  So, after coming and going a few times, I simply sat on the edge of the bed.

    At such a close distance, every subtle expression of the father can be seen in full view.  I saw that every cough was accompanied by my father's extremely painful expression.  I know that since my father came back from Nanjing, although my father has felt better, the pain in his body has not eased.  Therefore, every time he coughs, he must be affected by the severe pain of the scar.  For my father, coughing so often was an absolute ordeal like hell.

    The closer I got, the more intense my heartache actually became.  I don't know how many times I helped my father wipe it. Finally, under the extremely painful torture, the exhausted father fell asleep in a haze.

    The coughing was no longer so frequent, and my father's frown gradually eased.  Looking at my father, who was breathing more and more steadily and his face more and more indifferent, my cramped heart finally began to return to normal.  Perhaps, only in his sleep can his father temporarily escape the torment of illness?

    I went back to the sofa again.  Although I hope that my father can sleep as long as possible, but how long will my father sleep, who can say for sure?  In case, it didn't take long for my father to wake up; in case, when I was not there, who would wipe it for my father?  Although I felt that my father was in a deep sleep, I just didn't dare to leave even half a step.  For the sake of safety, I used the strongest determination to restrain my urge to help pick peanuts.

    There was laughter outside from time to time, and I felt that since the children passed by, the atmosphere over there seemed to have become more enthusiastic.  If I like to be lively like my mother, then I probably can't help but run out to see what's going on at this moment.  Fortunately, I'm a relatively quiet person, so the heated discussions outside are not very attractive to me.

    Actually, I still wanted to go outside and take a look.  Of course, it's not because I like the excitement, but because I want to see the progress of picking peanuts.  I very much hope that with the help of enthusiastic neighbors, everyone can successfully complete the important task of picking peanuts.  But, I didn't go out.  One is because I am worried that my father will wake up just when I am leaving; the other is because I know that after the time is not too early and everyone has left, I will be able to learn the specific fruits of labor from my mother.

    The commotion outside finally stopped.  Soon, mother will? Arrived in the room.  My first concern is naturally the progress of the labor.  When I heard my mother say that I hadn't finished picking, I was somewhat disappointed.  But then my mother said that there is not much left, and if one person picks it, it will take half a day to finish it all.  I walked out with some joy.  I saw that there were only a small pile of unpicked peanut vines on the side of the road.  I smiled lightly.  It seems that before the end of the holiday, the important task of helping mother to collect peanuts can be successfully completed.  At the same time, I felt warm in my heart.  I know that without the selfless help of my neighbors, such a goal would be far from attainable.

    Now, I finally know why my parents like living in the country.  With the acceleration of urbanization, although people's living standards are constantly improving, the original simplicity of the countryside is gradually being lost.  Those who live in the city, even if they are door to door, hardly know each other.  After returning home, the door will be closed immediately.  In trendy terms: just don't talk to strangers.  When dealing with neighbors, most of the time, city people are on guard against strangers, so those who live close to each other will always be strangers except for some familiar faces.  It's not often that there is such a joke. At the gathering of so-and-so colleagues, classmates, etc., many people are surprised to find that they and so-and-so actually live in the same building.  Although the heart of defense is indispensable, it cannot be regarded as a kind of tragedy of the society if it is so defensive that it does not communicate with neighbors.  Don't be afraid of your jokes, in the neighborhood where I live, I don't know many people in the seven or eight floors above us.  Of course, it's not that I don't want to know each other, but that they won't give you this chance at all.  Because, your attempts will usually end miserably with "closed doors".  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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