Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Three major tragedies in life: losing parents in childhood, losing spouse in middle age, and losing children in old age.

"Before him, I already had a son and a daughter. The conditions at home were not good. I had to run a small business to make ends meet and take care of the children. I was very tired every day." Li Mei spoke slowly, but it didn't seem like she was talking. To a living person.

"His father passed away when I gave birth to him. I was alone and couldn't think of myself every day. I thought many times that I might as well just die. Hold him and die together."

"I don't want him very much. I wanted to throw him outside several times. Hearing him cry makes me very annoyed."

"When he was a child, he was smaller than other children and always got sick. It was probably because I didn't take good care of him and didn't feed him enough."

In fact, Li Mei was probably suffering from postpartum depression, but her husband passed away and she had no one to care for and comfort her, which made matters worse.

It's a pity that people of the previous generation didn't know much about this kind of psychological problem, and many people endured it like this.

As for dying...

Fu Minghui knew that feeling very well. She had also experienced lifelessness.

In fact, many people in this world are like this. They are so broken that they don’t want to live, but at the same time they are desperately trying to heal themselves.

Humans are truly the most tenacious creatures in the world.

"He was not favored because he was the youngest son. On the contrary, he was not given a good life in order to provide for his older brothers and sisters to go to school."

"But he is very sensible and has helped me with work since he was a child. He picks up clothes left by his brothers and sisters, and never fights over food and play."

"I hit him hard when he was naughty, but he soon became cheerful again."

"This child! How come this child has such a good heart?"

"Probably because he was sick as a child and smaller than other children of the same age, he dreamed of becoming a soldier since he was a child. During those years in the army, I rarely sent him anything. On the contrary, he occasionally sent me things when visiting relatives. Buy a lot of food."

"He said at that time that he wanted to defend the motherland and be a great hero."

"He is gone, and the urn is covered with the national flag, so he can be buried in the tomb of the martyrs. But I don't want him to be covered with the national flag! I don't want this honor, okay? I just want him to be alive."

"He hasn't married yet, and I'm about to introduce him to one from my hometown."

"I'm still thinking that when he gets married and gives birth to a child, I will help him take care of it. I want to repay him everything I owed him when he was a child."

"But he didn't even give me a chance."

"This unfilial son! Unfilial son..."

Later, Li Mei began to speak incoherently.

She cried loudly and took photos while taking pictures, as if she didn't know the pain.

It seems that what is printed on the hand is not a cold picture frame, but a living, warm, cheerful child who shows his little fangs when he smiles.

But such a young and good child will never come back.

"Auntie! Auntie, don't do this." Fu Minghui stepped forward quickly.

She gently hugged Li Mei and pulled her back to her seat.

"You believe me, he has always loved you. There is no good or bad, no debt. You are his mother, the person who loves him most in the world. He knows, he must know." She I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Doesn't he blame me? But I blame myself." Li Mei seemed to have suppressed it for a long time, and now burst into tears, "Why does he love me so much? I am not a qualified mother."

"I won't complain, I promise." Fu Minghui said firmly, "I have a friend from the Northeast. His father believes that under the stick, a filial son will emerge. The boy is naughty, and he has been beaten by his father in various ways since he was a child, and he was beaten very hard. .”

"He told me that he thought he would hate his dad. But when his dad passed away, he went home for the funeral, and all he could think about was that he was hungry in the middle of the night, and his dad made him spicy tofu on a cold winter night. eat."

"So believe me, he really doesn't resent you."

If there is true love, how can there be true resentment?

Even if there is, it will be resolved and cannot last. Li Mei cried miserably. Although Fu Minghui was at a loss, he still tried to comfort and comfort her.

I thought I would leave in less than an hour at Li's house, but when I left, it was already close to midnight.

"Let's find a place to stay first." Luo Zhao originally wanted to ask Fu Minghui why he changed his original plan.

She made up an insurance that never existed. How can she fulfill her true last wish? When can it be completed? How long do you want to stay here?

But seeing that her eyes were swollen from crying, I knew she had been with him in sadness for a long time. Now he was inhaling desperately, as if to quickly sweep away the emotion and try to return to normal. Therefore, I couldn’t ask about serious business.

He is not hard-hearted.

He also sacrificed many comrades-in-arms, those heart-wrenching partings between life and death.

Therefore, it was difficult for him not to be moved by that scene.

But he endured it and had long been accustomed to licking his wounds alone, hiding his emotions and remaining calm.

"I want this business suite." After arriving at a nearby hotel, Fu Minghui, who had calmed down, pointed to a room number and told the front desk.

Luo Zhao was startled.

Just when he wanted to stop him, Fu Minghui quickly took the room card and took the lead.

Luo Zhao didn't want to argue in front of others because it would attract attention, so he could only follow behind.

"This is a business trip." Luo Zhao couldn't help but say after entering the suite.

"You probably despise me in your heart." Fu Minghui turned on all the lights in the room and walked around to look at the environment.

"You think to yourself: I know she is rich, so she has to fly first class, choose a hotel, and she can't settle for a standard room. She even took out two hundred thousand for nothing and lied about the insurance money. Don’t blink. Yes, I will pay for it.”

She stood still and looked at Luo Zhao, "Although I don't know how much the pension is, it shouldn't be a lot. I don't want the hero's mother to end up poor because of medical treatment. Some people may think that feelings cannot be measured by money, but she is gone. , wouldn’t it be great if it could make the people behind you live a stable life?”

"You're overthinking. Money is not a sin, and I don't despise you." Luo Zhao was also a little helpless.

The country has tried its best to provide pensions to the families of the martyrs, but in the end...

"As for the travel expenses, you don't have to worry about it. Just think of me as extravagant."

"Are you?" Luo Zhao asked.

She was in first class on the plane because she didn't want to be crowded with others. The incident with Wei Tong made her scared.

Besides, even if she was a little squeamish, it was because of her parents' love, and he had no right to comment.

He just wasn't used to living in the same room with others.

"Okay, I admit, I'm scared." Fu Minghui slumped his shoulders, "I dare to live alone at home, but never outside. Ever since the border incident, I dare not..."

Luo Zhao didn't expect this, because such a weak thing was not at all among his options.

"Look, this business suite has two bedrooms." Fu Minghui hurriedly explained, "If we sleep with the door open, I won't be afraid, and we won't disturb each other. If there is danger, I will call out, You can hear it. Besides, if a man and a woman enter a hotel late at night to book a room, this kind of business room is not likely to be misunderstood, right?"

I regret writing this book to some extent.

Although I love the subject matter and story very much, I always burst into tears while writing it.

For example, in this chapter, the mother misses her young son.

If I continue to act like this, I’m so cautious...

Darlings, please post more book reviews to comfort me, right?

By the way, I would like to praise some students who often comment.