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Ten years after my father's death, my mother finally agreed to come to Zhengzhou to follow me, her youngest daughter to live together. This year, my mother was 70 years old, I was 40 years old. 70 years old mother is thin, originally only one meter five height, by the years and shrink a few centimeters, looks more thin, face but still smooth, do not see too many traces of vicissitudes of life, the hair is not all white, a few black hair stubbornly grow.
We borrowed a car to go back and pick her up. She has been living in the old house for decades to clean up properly, organized their luggage. The two bags of luggage include two bags of noodles, which she used to grind with her family's wheat specifically for us, and this kind of noodle has the fragrance of wheat. But that day, I decided not to bring those two bags of noodles because the trunk of the car was too small and we had too many things to bring. My mother, however, insisted on taking the noodles with her, she must, she said. When she said that, I suddenly froze, looked at her, and figured out what was going on, and gestured for Mr. to carry the noodles to the inner room, and I reached outside and tried to feel them. Sure enough, at the bottom, there was a small hard mass inside the soft noodles. If I was right, inside was the money Mother was going to give us.
Putting money in the grain has been my mother's secret for many years. More than ten years ago, I just got married and rented a very small house in Zhengzhou to live in, which was the time when life was the most difficult. The most important thing I wanted was not a house, not a more promising job, just a decent closet. That winter, my mother brought half a bag of millet. Later, when the gentleman poured the millet into the rice bucket, he found 500 yuan hidden inside, along with a small note in my father's handwriting: buy a closet for Mei. When I got married, my mother had already given me money for a closet in my dowry. Later, when she realized that I had diverted the money for other purposes, she made up for it. That night, I took 10 yuan a thick pile of money, crying.
During those years, my mother was the one who time and again put the money she saved in the grain, letting people bring it to me, bringing it to my elder sister and second sister, and still subsidizing our lives many years after we all got married. But how she saved that money from those few acres of fields, none of us know. This time, even though she traveled with us, she still put the money in the noodle bag, which in her opinion was the safest.
After the noodles were brought back, I took the money out and returned it to my mother, who said it was for me to buy a car for my son. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey.
As far as I can remember, my mother has always been a person who is willing to give, to us, to our relatives, to our neighbors, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give, to give. Sometimes I don't know why she is a thin rural woman, why she will be so willing to give.
Two
Mother lived down, every morning, she got up early to cook, millet porridge, small buns, egg cakes ...... change patterns. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The balcony also added two new pots of green garlic, with the mother's home, more than a kind of indescribable comfort.
Mother brought two bags of noodles, a bag into the bucket, another bag was Mr. put on the balcony. After a few days, I realized that the bag of noodles on the floor of the balcony had been moved to a higher platform to dry. Mr. is a careless person, it shouldn't have been put there by him. I asked my mother doubtfully, and she said, "Ah, I put it up there to dry in the sun, don't spoil it. As soon as I heard it, I got anxious with her, the platform, more than one meter high, the bag of noodles, sixty or seventy pounds, less than one meter five in height, weighing less than 90 pounds of the mother, even carried it up by herself. I yelled at her, how did you get up there? It's so heavy, what if I hurt my back? What if it hits you? Something happened how to do ...... a series of fierce her. She just laughed and stood there with her apron around her, waiting for me to finish my temper, and whispered, "Isn't it all right? If something happens, it's too late! I was still scared afterward, but more than anything, I was heartbroken. Until my mother assured me that she would not do any heavy work in the future, I slowly lost my temper.
Soon after my mother came, I said to Mr. one day, Sunday you call your classmates to come home to eat, I have been here for half a month, I have not seen them come.
Mr. Zhengzhou is in the university, the city does have a lot of classmates, the relationship is also good, at first there will be strings between the families, but now, we are accustomed to in the restaurant party. City life is so busy and indifferent, not very close, generally will not be in the house guests. I explained for my husband, "Mom, they often get together outside. My mother shook her head and said, "Outside is not as good as at home, not to mention that outside food is expensive and unhygienic. Besides, why don't you come home? It's only when they come home that they seem close. Then, my mother firmly asked Mr. to bring his classmates home on weekends for a get-together. We couldn't resist her, so we agreed. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
The weekend was a long one, and my mother was busy in the kitchen. In the afternoon, Mr.'s classmates came over one after another and brought some gifts as a token. I will be the mother of a good meal out, the few successful career, almost every day in the restaurant socializing men, immediately by a few plates of small dishes and a few kinds of pasta snacks attracted to the past. One of them couldn't help but reach out and pick up a vegetable dumpling, murmuring that his mother's vegetable dumplings were his favorite when he was a child, and that he hadn't eaten them in many years. The mother then brought the whole plate of vegetable dumplings to him and said, "If you like it, eat more, and come home more often in the future, I will make them for you. The man nodded his head, his eyes suddenly red, his mother has been dead for many years, he has not been back to his hometown for a long time.
That night, we drank less wine, but we ate enough food and talked a lot. The content of the words, but also not the usual in the restaurant business or unit, social affairs. Rarely mentioned family matters, was slowly chatting up, talking about the hometown, talking about parents ...... is actually a long time close.
Three
After that, the family was unprecedentedly lively. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I want to be able to do that," he said.
The third month after the mother came, a weekend afternoon, someone knocked on the door, is living in the opposite side of the woman, carrying a pot of cleaned large cherries. The woman said, a little embarrassed, to give the mother to try. I was surprised, when we moved here, because of the decoration of the problem of wiring, we and her family had a bit of conflict. Originally do not know each other well, this way, the relationship is even colder down, lived for more than 3 years, there is no communication. Even in front of the building, are each sweeping each of the small piece of space. She coldly sent just listed fresh cherries, I was puzzled, a moment actually do not know what to say. Her face was that red, a little incoherent, the damsel made snacks, the child lovely to eat it ...... I just suddenly realized that it is the mother.
Mother did not know that we are a bit of a holiday, in fact, even if she knew, she would still do that, in the mother's opinion, "distant relatives as close neighbors" is a most reasonable words. So she first knocked on people's doors, to give people to send small snacks, to send their own package of dumplings, but also to send their own species of fresh garlic seedlings ...... sincerely help us to open the door of the neighbor's house. Later, the woman and I became friends, her children also often come to our home, grandma long grandma short behind the mother, pro good as if family.
Neighbors, not only across the street, back and forth, the same neighborhood living many people, my mother took care of. She often chatted with the parents of her colleagues in the garden of the neighborhood and helped them take care of their grandchildren. Not only that, but there are also material exchanges, mother will often make some homemade flavor snacks, warmly given to the neighbors, which is also the mother in the countryside when the habit of life. Although the small snacks are not expensive, but because there is a mellow flavor that can not be bought outside, full of strong human feelings.
Once, I learned that a colleague's child had leukemia, and my mother asked us to send some money. Because it is not close colleagues, we just want to symbolically show, but the mother was adamant, said, people in this life, who may encounter difficult things, you are willing to help people, when you have something, they will be willing to help you. The child is sick to others is a great difficulty, we have encountered, can help, we have to help. The first time I saw this, I was able to see the woman's face and her face.
In the mother over half a year, Mr. unexpectedly promoted, in the unit of the recommended election, his votes clearly prevailed. Mr. came back and said with a smile, this time it is mom's credit it, I this vote is mom to pull. We just realized that recently our interpersonal relationship is unprecedentedly good, that good, obviously less polite more sincere. A word can not read the mother, just because of the willingness, but also did not move for us to win so much, is that we have always wanted to win but have not been able to get. Thinking about what she said, you are willing to be good to others, they will be willing to be good to you. In her, this is a rural woman's most simple and true words; in us, undoubtedly a too profound truth.
Four
warm days, I would like to take my mother around. But my mother, who was born with motion sickness, often refused to go out because she was so sick in the car. That weekend, I decided to take her to the zoo. My mother said she had never seen an elephant. The zoo is not far from home, a few stops away. My mother said, "Let's walk. I disagreed. A few stops was still too far for a 70-year-old. But she was adamant that she would not take the car, I was inspired, mom, I ride a bike to take you. My mother smiled and agreed. I rolled out the car and carefully carried her to the front crossbar with one arm just wrapped around her. When I hugged, my heart ached, she was so light, curled up in front of me, like a child.
On the way through two intersections, one of which happens to be in the downtown area. Carefully ride to the intersection, is a red light, I gently get off, not yet stood firm, but a police officer from the crowd through, came to me and said, not allowed to take people you do not know? I'm still in front of it. Said, low head will write a ticket. Mother froze for a moment, clutching my arm to come down, I rushed to hold her steady, and the young policeman said sorry, explaining that my mother motion sickness, old, can not sit in the car, I want to take her to the zoo to see ......
The police also froze for a moment, only to see that I took an old man, and did not wait for him to say anything! , the mother chided me, how do you not tell me the city riding a bike does not allow to take people? Then insisted on coming down. I was at a loss for words, the policeman reached out and held the mother, Auntie, I'm sorry, I did not see clearly, the city just do not allow bicycles with children, you sit down. Then he suddenly raised his hand and gave me a serious salute. Then he turned around and asked the people in front of him to make a space for me, gestured, stopped the forward movement of vehicles on all sides, and beckoned me to pass.
I took my mother, slowly through that wide intersection, the vehicles on all sides of the stationary pedestrians stopped, only I took my mother in the eyes of the crowd proudly forward. It was the first time in my life that I was treated with such a generous honor. Because of my mother, because I was willing to give her a little love, a young police officer who met me in passing, I was willing to make an exception for me, willing to give me such a high respect.
This courtesy is given to me by my mother.
V
My mother was diagnosed with lung cancer in the third year after me. After the results came out, a friend who is a doctor said sincerely to me, if for the sake of the old lady, don't do the operation, listen to God's fate and do your best. This is something that a doctor should not say to a patient's family, but I really meant it. After discussing with my husband, I decided to listen to the doctor's arrangement and brought my mother back home. We also decided not to hide the truth from our mother, so we told her the truth. Mother listened to us calmly, nodded her head, and said, that's right. Then the mother offered to go back home.
I stayed by my mother's side for the last time she was alive. The medication was only used to stop the pain and could not resist the ravages of the cancer. Her body quickly emaciated, has been unable to stand, when the day is good, I will carry her out, carefully placed on the recliner, accompanied by her sunshine. She gradually could not eat to go, drink a mouthful of water will spit out, but never showed any pain in the face, those Xu black hair is still stubbornly flourish, face thin but clean, as long as awake, face will ripple with a slight smile.
That day, my mother said to me, "Your father wants me. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and it was the first time I saw it in the morning. I held her hand, held in the palm of the hand, want to hold firmly, but do not dare to force, can only gently. May, this time, you have to give up. She smiled, gently drew her hand back and patted my hand. But this time, mother, I can't give it up. I can not say, the heart is so painful ah pain broken.
The day my mother left, the funeral procession was voluminous, from the head of the village row to the end of the village, in addition to relatives, and I and Mr. classmates, friends, co-workers, our neighborhood before and after the neighbors ...... many many people, which not only have adults, there are also children, is a rare big scene in the countryside. The team slowly through, out of the village, vaguely heard the onlookers in the passers-by, some people talk, is an official, right? Or children outside as a big official ......
Mother's life, there are a son and three daughters, are the most ordinary people, not official not business. Mother herself, is more ordinary as grass, has not seen the big world, and did not read books, did not receive any formal education, she just has a heart to give up the love of people. And the last grand scene of her life, is to use her life's heart, unintentionally won for themselves.