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    When we got home, the second uncle had already arrived.  After a simple exchange, I knew that my second uncle would never have less knowledge about coffins than I do now.  Looking at the time, it was not too early. After saying goodbye to everyone, we had to embark on the journey back to the city.  Next, when purchasing 12-dan, it was mainly accompanied by my second uncle.  Fortunately, when we were at the coffin shop just now, the enthusiastic boss recommended a few shops that did a lot of business to us.  I firmly believe that in the end, the carpenter and the second uncle will be able to successfully purchase the twelve-stage one.

    Back in the urban area, my wife saw that I was depressed, so she asked inexplicably: "Why are you frowning? Doesn't your dad seem to be in good spirits today? He is more energetic than a good person!"

    "If it's only slightly better than the previous few days, then maybe it's a sign of recovery. However, today, my dad's spirit is a little too excited. My dad has always been reticent, but no matter who he meets today, he  It seems that there are too many words. It is too abnormal." I said very worriedly.

    "Don't worry about it. Your father is comfortable and in a good mood, so he will talk more." The wife comforted.

    "I'm afraid that my father's abnormality is due to the flashback." After thinking about it, I still said what I was most worried about.

    "Back to the light?" After a moment of shock, the wife continued, "Probably not. I heard that people's back to the light usually only appears after lying down on the bed and unable to move for a period of time. So far, your father,  The behavior is very normal. Washing your face and brushing your teeth, eating, going to the toilet, etc., are all done by yourself. I don¡¯t think it¡¯s time to return to the light.¡±

    ? I don¡¯t know if my wife really thinks so, or if she¡¯s trying to comfort me, but after listening to it, I feel that it makes sense, so the tension in my heart is unavoidably relieved.  "I hope so." I sighed helplessly.  Seeing the struggling look on my wife's face, I knew what she should have thought of, so I encouraged: "Just say what you have, it's okay. I've already prepared for the worst."

    My wife naturally understood what I meant, but she still asked with some concern: "Then I'm telling the truth!"

    "Let's talk."

    After getting my affirmative answer, my wife went on to say: "I heard from many people that when people reach that time, once they ask what they want to eat, it means that it won't be long. Her father's esophageal cancer surgery  This has happened before.¡± Seeing my increasingly ugly face, my wife hurriedly added, ¡°However, this kind of thing is not certain, maybe it¡¯s just speculation.¡±

    ? Although I had been mentally prepared for a long time, I was really convinced that my father was going to pass away, and I couldn't accept it for a while.  Could it be that his father really came back to life?  Could it be that father is really dying?  

    Seeing my face getting more and more gloomy, my wife comforted me regretfully and said, "Don't worry, it usually takes a few days after you ask what you want to eat" Thinking about it, my wife forced an emergency brake,  I swallowed back the word I didn't want to hear the most at that time.

    Not a few days, is it true that father is not a few days away?  It's okay if my wife doesn't comfort me. When she comforted me, I immediately felt as if my heart had been stabbed severely by something.  I feel my heart hurts so much, so chaotic.

    Seeing that the situation was not right, my wife immediately stepped forward, hugged me deeply, and then said softly: "Is it a flashback? Does it really mean that it hasn't been long if I ask for something I want?  It's just our speculation, not fact. Don't worry, maybe it's not as bad as we thought."

    Yeah!  These are all speculations, and they are not accurate!  Hearing this, I was like a drowning man suddenly grabbing a life-saving straw.  In the midst of constant prayers, my mood finally gradually calmed down.

    That night, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep for a long time.  Whether I sleep or not, I am afraid that I will suddenly receive bad news.  I kept comforting and deceiving myself that the hale and hearty spirit my father showed yesterday should be a sign that he is about to recover.  I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up suddenly, I found that the window was already lit.  I quickly got up with a grunt.  The so-called "people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes", no matter what the father's situation is, what must be done today must always be completed.  The first is not to delay children's schooling.

    Except for a bad premonition in my heart, everything else is the same as usual.  After washing up and having breakfast, I send the children to school.  After watching the children walk into the school gate and into the classroom, I headed home.  Not long after I left, I received a call from my father.  At that time, I felt my heart suddenly "click".

    It was the mother who spoke.  "So-and-so (a nickname for my nickname), I still let XX?(The name of the small shop) dialed the number for me.  Your dad vomited blood again this morning, and he vomited a lot.  After vomiting blood, she passed out"

    "Mom, don't worry, I'll go back with my sister right away." As soon as I heard it, I knew something was wrong, and before my mother could finish speaking, I hurriedly replied and hung up the phone decisively.

    Just on the side of the road, I called my sister right away, and after briefly describing the situation, I said emphatically, "Sister, I'm afraid Dad is going to die. You should go to work and ask for leave, and then go back with me."

    I returned to my home in the city with great grief.  I felt in a trance for a while, although I knew that my father was really dying, but I just didn't want to believe that this was the truth.

    Not long after, my sister called and said, "I've already asked for two days off, but how should we go back?"

    "Sister, you drive the battery car to my house first, and then I will take you back with a motorcycle."

    Sister hung up the phone without any hesitation.

    Even at this time, there is still a little luck in my heart.  I hope my father can persist for a while longer, so that the traditional Chinese medicine can play its due role.  Under the sadness and random thoughts of a little luck, my sister and I finally returned to our hometown.

    When I walked home from the main road, my heart became extremely disturbed.  Putting down the motorcycle, I went straight to the middle hall.  Father was lying on the crib, his face very pale.  The divine light in the eyes of yesterday has disappeared, and now the father looks very sluggish.  Seeing that my father's breathing seemed to be fairly stable, my tense mood suddenly relaxed a lot.  Taking two steps forward, what I saw was my father's lifeless eyes.  My sister and I yelled almost in unison-"Dad"!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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