When my father heard what I said, his eyes flashed and he said: "Actually, there is another way... Forget it, Hu Ling, go and see your mother first, she has something to tell you."
"Okay, I'll go in right now. Dad, Zong Bao, do you know that my mother is sick? Is he back too?" I asked casually as I walked into the ward.
"Zong Bao, oh, I haven't told Zong Bao yet. Isn't he about to have a vacation? He is very nervous about studying. Let him accompany your mother after he has a vacation." Dad spoke a little incoherently, as if he had something on his mind.
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I didn't think much about my father's obviously absent-minded reaction, because caring would make me confused. Maybe he had this reaction because his mother was ill and uneasy.
"Dad, don't worry too much about mom's health. No matter what kind of disease mom has, I will definitely find a way to hire the best doctor for her. Now that medicine is advanced, there will be no problem." I held dad's hand.
explain.
Dad's hand was very rough, and the moment I held it, I could clearly feel his hand trembling.
I looked at my father. His face was dark from long-term exposure to the sun. The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were very deep, and there were also a few white hairs faintly on his forehead. I thought of my father during the years when I was in middle school in Yunshan County.
Occasionally, Zongbao would secretly give me a few dollars of pocket money behind my mother's back.
No matter how much fatherly love he has given me, this man named Li Jianguo has indeed worked hard for this family for most of his life.
I held my father's hand, and we were both a little moved.
"Lingzi, it's a good thing that you have a filial piety. Your mother...well, it's not easy for her either. Don't blame her!" Dad glanced at me, then lowered his head, looked at me and held his hand.
: "You go to see your mother first, and we will find a chance to have a good chat later."
"Well, okay!" I let go of my father's hand, turned around and pushed open the door of the ward.
My mother was lying quietly on the hospital bed, with the thick quilt hugging her, and her face could not be seen.
There was an infusion bottle hanging on the ceiling rod, and one of my mother's hands was exposed from the quilt, with a needle inserted into the wrinkled back of her hand.
"Mom!" I opened my mouth and shouted softly, so softly that I could hardly hear myself.
A long, long time ago, so long that I can hardly remember how many years ago, I wanted to call this woman mom, but she pushed me away and told me not to call her mom, and said she was not my mother.
After a long time, I seemed to have really forgotten how to call mom.
But it wasn't until today, when she was lying quietly on the hospital bed, unable to see each other's faces, that I could call her mom again.
"Hu Ling is here?" My mother's voice came out from under the quilt in an angry voice.
"Well, I'm here. How are you doing? Why did you suddenly become ill?" I walked over, stretched out my hand and subconsciously wanted to touch her exposed hand with the needle inserted. I paused and then quietly shrank.
Come back.
"How come I'm sick? It's not because I'm poor and I'm tired of working for this family." My mother stretched out her hand to push away the quilt on her body and said angrily.
Although the voice was not very loud, it did not sound weak, and I was quietly relieved.
"Do you want to get up and sit down for a while? Let me help you." I stretched out my hand to support my mother's arm.
"I can still move!" Mom frowned and said, turning slightly to sit up, her face not hiding her unwillingness for me to touch her.
I took back my hand and looked at her and said, "Mom, my dad called me and said you had something to tell me?"
Looking at the disgusted expression on my mother's face, although I have long been used to it, my heart still hurts as if I had been stabbed hard by a needle.
This is my mother. From childhood, our teacher taught us to sing that only mother is good in the world, but my mother only hates me from the bottom of her heart.
"Well, you can sit down. Just sit on the chair over there. You don't have to be so close." Mom said expressionlessly, pointing to a chair at the end of the bed against the wall.
As my mother was talking, the door to the ward was gently pushed open from the outside. My father came in, glanced at me, moved his lips and hesitated to speak. He turned back and cast his eyes on my mother again, and said with some worry:
"Cuifen, tell Hu Ling and have a better attitude."
"How can I still eat her? Why don't you call me mom? Isn't it for her own good?" Mom glared at dad impatiently.
"That's fine, that's fine. You guys can chat while I go out first." Dad kept saying, retracting his body and closing the door of the ward again.
I looked at the ward door that was closed again by my father without knowing why, and then at my mother. Strong uneasiness welled up from the bottom of my heart.
What does my mother want to say to me?
For my own good? Isn’t it because she is sick and wants me to find a way to pay for the medical expenses?
"Hu Ling, I have agreed to a marriage for you!" Just as I was about to sit down, my mother spoke, and her words made me stand up again.
Marriage?
I almost thought that there was something wrong with my ears and I heard wrongly. I stared at my mother who looked calm with my eyes wide open in surprise.
"I-you-you want to get married?" I asked my mother in disbelief.
"Well, that kid is pretty good. His family is very rich. It's your blessing to be interested in you, so I made the decision for you!" said the mother with a disapproving look on her face.
"I'm still young, so I don't want to think about emotional matters right now." My mother's words surprised me so much that I heard my own voice become a little stiff and dry.
"What a kid, I was already married to your dad when I was your age." Mom said with wide eyes.
"Your generation is different from ours now. I'm only nineteen years old. If I hadn't dropped out of school, I wouldn't have graduated from high school. Do you really think my age is suitable for talking about marriage?" I raised my eyes and stared at the man who gave birth to me but didn't.
asked the woman who wanted to support me.
"You are already an adult at the age of eighteen. Why can't you get married at the age of nineteen?"
My mother asked me: "You have grown so old, apart from bringing disaster to our family and your brother, what else have you done for this family? You are not able to get a certificate at your current age, but you can hold the wedding first and wait.
Just get the certificate when you reach the age. Xiaoqi said that as long as you marry him, he will take care of Zongbao’s tuition and work arrangements, and he will also buy us a large villa in Jiangzhou City. Then Zongbao will be
Now that you are a rich man, you don’t have to worry about finding a wife. It’s settled now. To raise you so big, you have to contribute something to the family. You can even raise a pig and kill it for the New Year!”
I looked at my mother's lips that kept turning, and my heart ached. My mother actually compared me to a pig.