the most beautiful time

Chapter 47 You are here, we are so happy (1)

I seldom see my father cry. In my memory, he has always been a strong and strong man, like the kung fu he learned in the circus troupe in the countryside when he was young. Just punching out with one fist is enough to make people horrified. escape.Therefore, shedding tears on this proud man is probably the first thing he will be ridiculed and despised by himself.I remember that one year he accepted an apprentice who accidentally fell from a high platform while practicing martial arts and broke his right leg on the spot.It was just a teenage boy who couldn't stand the overwhelming pain, so he let his tears flow down his face.While pushing him to the hospital in a car, his father yelled at him loudly: "A big man, he can't stand the pain, so what will he do in the future!"I think when I was 12 years old, I performed in the circus troupe again and again without shedding a single tear!This was his cruelest and proudest experience. In order to make a living, his father, who lost his parents since he was a child, was recruited into the circus troupe to perform an almost cruel show of disarming his arms.It was only after meeting his mother that he escaped from the theater troupe that actually left a terrifying shadow in his heart, and became a farmer with peace of mind, and took in several apprentices intermittently to supplement the family.

Because of this, my father was known as a tough guy in the small town.Wherever there is a dispute, he just needs to stand there for a while, without saying a word, the calmness in his eyes, and the domineering arrogance soaring to the sky, will deter the chaotic situation.So when I was a child, under the influence of my father, I always thought that crying was a shameful thing. When I saw someone crying in the street, I would tell my father home like a joke like a joke.My father always smiled lightly and ignored it.Therefore, I believe that my father doesn't bother to shed tears. At least, he himself will not shed tears because of the slightest sadness or pain.

When I was 15 years old, my mother had a heart attack due to overwork and was admitted to the hospital.During that time, my mother was extremely depressed and always thought that she would die soon.Even one day, she solemnly called her father to the bed, intending to entrust him with the funeral affairs.The father scolded his mother on the spot, and when he finished scolding, he turned around and walked to the window amidst the crying of his mother, took out a cigarette, lit it tremblingly, and took a fierce puff.Standing behind my father, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of a drop of tear sliding down silently on his thin cheek through the gray window.This man, who has always been strong and tough, actually cries? !At that moment, when I was young, what floated in my heart was not the sorrow for my mother's serious illness, but the surprise. Is there anything harder than my father's heart in the world, but it is this steel-like heart , but also soft, what a strange thing this is.And the mother, perhaps also from the slightly trembling arms of the father, glimpsed his reluctance and attachment to her in his heart, so she suddenly had the courage to work hard to live, and finally escaped the claws of death.

This kind of tenderness is only this time.Afterwards, his father was still the majestic and almost ruthless man.It is even more severe for the two younger brothers who often cause trouble.In winter, in order to punish them for playing truant and fighting, they were made to kneel on the cold snow and think about their mistakes.Every time I saw the big blue, purple, red and swollen frostbite on the knees of my two younger brothers, my mother and I couldn't help crying; but my father still roared, threw the steaming towel to them impatiently, and warned Said, if you don't change it, there will be a heavier punishment waiting next time!My two younger brothers and I have always hated him because of this during the years of rebellion, eagerly looking forward to leaving the town early and flying outside to a world where his power can no longer be displayed.For this reason, as my brother and I grew up day by day, we became less afraid of him and became more courageous.We once walked across the entire town, arrived at another small town, lost our way and were sent home by the police.We also went to the station time and time again, and memorized the timetables of the buses going out of town, just waiting for the day when we grew up, and when we were scolded by our father, we turned around smartly and disappeared. trace.We even carefully consulted the city map in the geography textbook for this trip, and drew a detailed escape route. Of course, it was burned by my father later, and we did not escape a scolding.

I flapped my wings freely and flew out first, and then my second brother joined the army happily.At that time, every time my younger brother wrote to me, he always added a sentence at the end with infinite fascination: When can I escape from my father's iron sand palm without the slightest warmth like you?At that time, maybe my father will shed a few tears because no one will be under his control.This longing soon became a reality. Two years later, the younger brother failed the college entrance examination. He escaped the path arranged by his father to repeat his studies and signed up for the army on his own initiative.I went to the remotest and highest-altitude unit in Tibet. I was worried that my younger brother would not be able to adapt to the plateau climate there, so I advised him to repeat his studies for a year to take the university entrance exam.But the little brother raised his head proudly and said: Isn't the air there much looser and more comfortable than the high pressure at home?It is almost impossible for me to suffer another year!

On the day my younger brother left by train, my father and I went to see him off.Along the way, the younger brother kept chattering about the beautiful scenery of Tibet that he had learned from newspapers and books, as if that was the holy land he had always longed for.And the father, pushing a big luggage bag, followed behind without saying a word.When the car was about to drive, my father coughed twice in the exaggerated hug of my younger brother and I, and then calmly threw a sentence to my younger brother: "Be good at it, don't be a coward for our family!"The younger brother casually "hmm", turned around and got into the train.The car finally drove away. I followed the train and waved desperately to the younger brother sitting inside. In the end, none of us could see the other, and our hearts were filled with melancholy and sentimentality.Then, I turned around inadvertently, and saw my father squatting on the ground without any cover, crying silently.

But I did not go over to persuade him.I just turned around again, pretending to look at the scenery elsewhere.I always thought that this man was cold, and his blood was cold. I never thought, but at the most ordinary corner of life, I got a glimpse of the softest core deep in his heart.

David, a foreign teacher from California, and his wife Jenny are celebrities in the university. When the weather is fine, we often meet him and his wife leading their 5-year-old daughter for a walk on campus.If you only look at the back view, many people will think that this is an ordinary family of three, with the joys of ordinary people and the troubles that outsiders don't know.But if they saw their yellow-skinned daughter, almost everyone would be surprised, and then speculate about the origin of different daughters in this country.

Their daughter, of course, was adopted.It's not that they can't bear children themselves, but by chance, they met this Chinese girl in the orphanage, and immediately fell in love with this smart and beautiful little girl, and for this reason they were willing to give up the opportunity to have another child.It was an early summer morning three years ago. They were in Beijing, and they legally became a family with their lovely little Tongtong.Although there is no blood relationship, even though they come from two countries, even though they appear in any place, they will attract the attention of outsiders because of their special harmony and warmth, but they still have an inexplicable reason, which can only be summarized by fate. things, and combined with Tongtong.

Adopting a child from a foreign country just because he likes it is already surprising, but to love her wholeheartedly, he is willing to only have this non-biological child is even more surprising to outsiders.While admiring their kindness, many people also have doubts about how this family of three can fit together so harmoniously.Except for the skin, few people would feel that this child was adopted by them.Like many parents, they spent incalculable energy on her growth, and her every word and deed, every frown and smile deeply touched their hearts.

However, such a caring effort has resulted in an almost cruel result.During a routine examination two years ago, the doctor told them that the child suffered from a congenital heart disease, which was the main reason why her biological parents abandoned her; if God favored her, she might live to be 20 years old , but if it is not serious, even a small cold will bring fatal danger.This diagnosis has attracted sympathy and regret from almost everyone.Some people said that they were so unfortunate to adopt such an unhealthy child; others said that their hardships in the future were really unimaginable, and thinking about it would cause fatigue and pain; some people said that they should simply send the child back to welfare Court, after all, they have done their best.

But they ignored anyone's comments. As usual, they traveled around and visited all the hospitals in the United States because of their daughter's illness. They also went to church to pray for this every day, hoping that their daughter would be blessed by heaven.But the miracle did not happen. Even the most authoritative doctors said that unless they underwent very risky surgery, they could only hope for the development of medicine.But no one can guarantee how many years this process will take. Perhaps before that time, this child will complete the journey of life before them.And the only thing they can do is to desperately snatch back every minute and every second for their daughter from the hands of time.

So far, they have paid ten times more love and hard work than before.Every night, of the two of them, one of them would remain half asleep and half awake. Even if there was a slight noise in the daughter's bed, they would get up and look at it immediately.Even because their daughter was sleeping soundly and there was no sound, they still felt anxious, worrying about whether something more serious had happened.Afraid that their daughter would be bumped when walking, they wrapped the edges and corners of all the furniture in the house with soft cotton pads.In order to take better care of her daughter, his wife Jenny even quit her job.This kind of devotion has touched many people. Everyone said that this child is really lucky to have such good adoptive parents.

They have heard this sentence many times, but each time, they smiled and explained to others, saying: No, fortunately, it is actually ourselves.It is a kind of love that God sent her to us; there is no other child who can make us care like this, let us taste the bitterness and sweetness of life, and let us understand that love is the most precious thing in the world And the most generous of things, if you give your best, it will give you the most in return.To be able to understand life, to cherish everything we have, to know that she is here, and to be able to smile, act like a baby, and be willful to us is already the best gift God has given us.

It turns out that on the balance of love, whether it is giving or receiving, the flowers of happiness that are carefully watered, and the long-lasting fragrance will not forget any party when it permeates.

After my mother retired, she was like a crazy clock. Her life, which was originally orderly, suddenly went out of order.

(End of this chapter)