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Looking at my father with his eyes closed, turning over and groaning from time to time, I felt very uncomfortable.
Every time my father groaned, I felt like a knife was piercing my heart.
¡°Dad, I would rather suffer this kind of pain for you than see you in such pain.
The moon is not bad tonight, the full moon is like a disk, very beautiful.
I thought of my family in the city, my daughter, my wife.
Since I returned to my hometown until now, Wu Weiwei has not given me a single call.
"The person lying on the hospital bed is your husband's father. Why can you be so indifferent!"
How I wish Wu Weiwei could call her father to express condolences at this moment, so that my hatred for her would weaken a bit, but she didn't.
It had been so long since I had stayed up late that I couldn't bear it any longer, so I sat on the floor with my head against the bed and fell asleep.
"Ah Hui, go home and take a nap." It wasn't until I heard the call in my ear that I slowly opened my eyes.
When I looked up, it was already dawn.
My mother has come to the hospital early to change shifts with me.
Last night I slept in an incorrect posture, and now I only feel pain in my neck. I did a gentle exercise on my neck, and it got better.
"You can have some porridge, I cooked it." My mother handed the insulated lunch box to me.
"I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
"It's okay, just rinse your mouth with water."
"The weather is nice this morning, the sun is shining." Mother walked to the window and opened the curtains.
The morning sunlight shines in, making it look very warm.
"What are you doing, you want to kill me!" Suddenly, my father's angry voice came to mind.
Before I could react, I was in a state of shock. Why did my father suddenly lose his temper?
Mother seemed to be used to this situation. She said softly: "If you want to expose yourself to the sun, I'll just zip it up."
As she said that, her mother walked to the curtains and gently closed them.
The room that had some sunshine just now has now become "dark" again.
I didn¡¯t understand why my father had such a bad temper. I was about to talk to him, but my mother tugged at the corner of my clothes.
I followed her out.
¡°Mom, why did Dad¡¯s temper become so bad?¡± According to my understanding, my father¡¯s temper only becomes particularly bad when he is drunk, and he is generally taciturn.
???????? Before, he would never have lost such a temper just because he closed the curtains.
The mother was not angry, but instead sighed: "Oh, your father's temper is caused by illness. He can't eat every day and suffers from illness. No one else can have a better temper. Please be more healthy." Measure it."
"The doctor also told me that patients will become very sensitive and irritable when they are in pain, so we should try to endure it as much as we can." My mother also knew that I was a stubborn person, and was afraid that I would argue with my father.
I also understood, so I nodded: "I understand."
"I also want your dad to get well soon. Sometimes at night I see him secretly wiping tears on the bed, and I feel very uncomfortable."
As the mother spoke, her eyes became a little red.
The relationship between husband and wife in the family is often two extremes, one is like fire and the other is like water. My mother¡¯s character is like water, tolerant of all things, and she has tolerated my father¡¯s fire for decades.
I sometimes think that my worrying personality may have been inherited from my mother.
Back in the ward, I chatted with my father in the calmest tone, trying to make him feel better.
At first, he was a little impatient, so I talked about my daughter¡¯s life in school and interesting things about her at home. Gradually, my father¡¯s tone became calmer.
"Dad, the lychee tree we planted in our house has been seeded. We will be able to eat lychees soon. When you are ready, you can pick a dozen or eight jins." I told my father about the lychee trees in the village.
My father¡¯s favorite fruit is lychees. This farmer, who only went to elementary school and didn¡¯t know many words, would recite two lines about lychees when he was in a good mood: As soon as the concubine in the world of mortals laughs, no one knows it¡¯s lychees.
"If this ghost disease can be cured, I will definitely eat more than ten pounds." The father smiled.
I suddenly discovered that my father looked more aged when he smiled, and he no longer had the majestic and heroic aura he had in the past.
People always grow old, they are born oldThe cycle of illness, death, and reincarnation is unavoidable.
I took out my phone and looked at the time and found that it was already past eight in the morning.
My mother seemed to have remembered something and said to me: "By the way, Aqin will come back today to see her. You can pick her up at the station later."
My sister is back too?
It¡¯s been a long time since I last saw my sister. She was married in another city, so it¡¯s not easy to meet her. The last time I saw her was because I went back to my parents¡¯ home on the second day of the Lunar New Year.
"Well, I'll go home and take a shower."
I rushed home, washed up, and took a taxi to the station.
It is said that my sister will arrive around 9:30. After arriving at the station, I called her: "Sister, how long until you arrive?"
It¡¯s already around nine-twenty now.
"There are ten minutes left, it's almost time."
Twenty minutes later, I saw my sister dragging her suitcase at the station exit. Her dusty appearance reflected her inner anxiety.
"Brother, how is Dad now?" After my sister saw me, she asked about Dad's condition.
"You will know when you go to the hospital and see it." I don't know how to describe it, and I also understand that words are always pale and not as good as seeing it with my own eyes.
We took a Didi taxi and chatted while riding in the car.
"Has your child settled down?" I asked my sister.
"I'll let the man take it for the time being. I told him to go home and see my dad, and he agreed." My sister said angrily, as if she was a little angry when she mentioned her husband.
"Are you two having a conflict?" I asked.
My sister shook her head: "There was just a little quarrel in the past two days. He didn't let me give you money. I had a big quarrel with him, but he didn't dare to say anything more."
"It's not easy for him either. He has to take care of a child while working. I know that he has a softer personality and he usually gives in to you a lot. You should also be more considerate and considerate of your husband." My brother-in-law is an ordinary civil servant. He takes care of his children while working. It¡¯s not easy for kids either.
From an objective point of view, my brother-in-law has done a good job as a husband.
My sister and I have opposite personalities. I am more gentle, but she is more violent and violent. One of us just follows the mother and the other the father.
"However, although my sister has a more irritable personality, she is also a sensible person, at least she will not make trouble unreasonably.
After arriving at the hospital, I took my sister to the room where my father was.
"Dad." My sister stood at the door and shouted in a daze.
She seemed unable to recognize that the old man lying on the bed was our father. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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