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Chapter 433: The Spirit of Tibet

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    The dust that came in from the four palm-sized windows was still flying brightly in the sunlight, and landed on the faces of the three women in the room. Qin Kexin's mother, who had washed herself dry and leaned against the bed again,  Sitting beside her was Qin Ya's mother, who was helping her comb her hair at the back of her head, and beside her was a winter jasmine flower with her hands hanging down.  The faces of the three women are ditched in the bright dancing sunlight, and all of them are completely immersed in the bright flying sunlight.

    Qin Ya's mother once again took Qin Kexin's hand to his mother's bedside.  The bright sunlight, the small wooden windows in all directions, and the flying dust are like a lullaby played in advance, and there is a holy tranquility on the faces of the mother and son.

    As an adult, Qin Kexin still remembers what his mother said to him that day.

    "Xiao Ke, mom's illness is getting better, mom wants you to go to school, and come home to see mom after school, okay?"

    The young Qin Kexin was surprised to find that in her mother's eyes, there was a different light from the past. A shining light emerged from the depths of her eyeballs, illuminating the turbidity and dimness of the entire pupil.

    "Xiaoke Xiaoke, mom is really getting better. You can cook a good meal for mom today. Mom wants egg custard. You can make it for mom, okay?"

    Qin Kexin's mother looked at her son's gray and quiet eyes like the twilight gradually falling, and the morning mist gradually rising, with a glow, shining a morning star.  She saw hope rising from the heart of her immature but precocious son.

    "Okay. Mom, wait for me."

    Qin Kexin finally pursed his lips and smiled, his face was full of sunshine, his eyes were shining brightly at his mother who was really getting better, his smile brightened the whole room and the hearts of the people in the room.  A child died for a long time, but the hope that should have always existed was finally rekindled.

    When Qin Kexin turned to go to the kitchen, his mother stretched out her long, skinny arm again, and gently grabbed her son's thin but still round and elastic arm, as if endless tears were pouring out of her eyes.  As affectionate as it was, it covered his face and body, smacking his lips in relief and smiling and admiring:

    "How nice! How nice! How good my son smiles!"

    "Xiao Ke, promise mom that in the future, no matter when, you will be like this. Smile, be full of sunshine, not be afraid of any difficulties, use actions to change the predicament, and care for those who love you and those you love, okay?"

    At that moment, he felt that he saw eternity in the depth and love of his mother's eyes staring at him.  His mother's smile on his face was also brighter than the flying sunlight, falling on him, seeping into his eyes, mouth, throat, spleen and stomach, his body's bones and muscles, his warm and cool  The flowing blood, which seemed to be imperceptible, also rose again in the mother's smile, warming his whole body.  He never felt that he was going to die, but at this moment, he felt that he was alive. Yes, it turns out that living is such a happy taste.

    He wished he could rush out the door, spin around in the sun, roll on the grass, and announce to the heaven and earth that he had been puzzled for a while that he had come back to life.  He came alive!  Because, his mother also came back to life!  Only when despair reaches hope, do we know what despair is and what hope is!  This is a nine-year-old boy who understood it early on. Some people probably don't understand it all their lives!

    His mother smiled and watched her son rushing into the kitchen with tears in his eyes. With his mighty face and vigorous gait, he seemed to have grown into an adult who knew how to do things in life just like she did before she fell ill.  She doesn't want to get sick, even though she's still sick, but she wants to get better. If her heart gets better first, then she will get better. She has such a good son, doesn't she?  What reason does she have to despair?  She must have fighting spirit, and if she is high-spirited, her son will be high-spirited and resolute.

    The sound of crackling pots and pans in the kitchen, the sound of splitting wood and breaking sticks, the sound of striking matches, the sound of flames squeaking in the stove, the sound of vegetables being put into the oil pan, and the smell of vegetables began to overflow  The fragrance, the very slight sound of the fragrance wafting, the sound of the dishes being put on the pot and falling into the basin, the sound of him bringing out the dishes and placing them on the table, and even the sound of my aunt trying to help him several times in the past, but was rejected by him.  He stubbornly blocked the voice with his elbow in silence, and his mother could hear it clearly with her eyes closed.

    "Mom, the meal is ready, I'll feed you."

    This was the most moving sound of all the sounds of the meal.

    His mother had already opened her eyes and looked at him!  He didn't realize that in his simple and plain words of love, his mother never felt sad or discouraged again!

    At this moment, it is enough for their mother and son to get along like this, for this moment, it is enough, no matter what happens next moment!

    He remembers very well that his mother also said that all life and disease brought?Her sadness and heartache, let them die before her in the son's full love for him!

    She is not afraid, she wants her son not to be afraid!

    She made him understand that she is a mother, and she must pass on the perseverance, sunshine, hope, warmth and love of a mother to her son, so that the son understands that he has a mother who will never fail like a sunflower!

    She said that she wanted his son to understand from the disaster she had brought him that the natural cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death is inevitable when a person is alive, but if he is open-minded, the deadline can be changed.  Even if the deadline cannot be changed, it will change the established time and the depth of the orbit of life, so I have come here without regrets!  Later, he watched his mother live as a sunflower she planted in the yard in the remaining days of her own life, allowing his son to soak in the light of life that she released with all her strength  middle.

    As a son, he also reassures his mother that he already understands that no matter when and what happens, as long as he is optimistic, his spirit will never die, and his love will never die. Like his brave mother, he is no longer afraid of anything in life.

    After the mother and the child are connected, and they do their best, no matter whether the mother is in the future or not, she will be there, as long as he is there.

    In the sound concerto of her listening to her son cooking, she actually waved a soul scraping knife in her heart, and quickly and accurately scraped out all the fragility, compromise, and despair in the past, and threw them away.  Without a trace.

    When the son said to her, Mom, the meal is ready, I will feed you!  Her body and mind are already completely immersed in the joy of the whole body and mind at this moment. This kind of joy of the whole body and mind instantly agitates her whole body, making her almost forget the pain, but smiling, with the brilliance of hope  .  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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