The surroundings were dim, with only an oil lamp flickering beside him. The dim yellow light illuminated a small area, and some barrels and cabinets around him could be seen.
This oil lamp has a familiar feeling... I remembered that this is the basement of my old home. I really miss it. I remember that this oil lamp was given to me by my grandfather.
But why am I here?
Picking up the oil lamp, I left the basement and came outside.
Stars dotted the night sky, the evening breeze blew across my cheeks, and under my feet was a green lawn. If I remember correctly, it was the backyard of my home. In front of me was the home where I lived with my parents when I was a child, a warm home.
Everything is so familiar yet strange. Time has passed so long that I can’t even remember what my parents looked like.
I tried to recall over and over again, but I still could only remember the general outline of the past, and could not recall even a single detail.
I remember that no one lives here anymore, since I left. But the door is open, the lights in the room are on, it is a warm light, is someone there?
I walked gently into my home and realized how long it had been since I had been back here.
I can hear people's voices, maybe they are talking about some topic, or maybe they are just talking trivial words. Is it a thief? No, because I smell the aroma of food, which is the unique smell of a home.
This taste is so familiar, it reminds me of my mother's cooking.
After passing through the entrance hall, I naturally came to the living room. When I was a child, we always had dinner here. Whenever I smelled the aroma of food, I would always run here immediately, before my father came downstairs. This has become my habit. habit, and my mother always says when she sees me...
"Lian Ye, you must be hungry already. Let's sit down and eat."
In front of me is a beautiful and mature woman, she smiles at me as always. That look is very familiar to me but I can't recall it. I can't believe that the person in front of me really exists.
"……mom?"
I felt my voice trembling, unable to suppress the emotions pouring out of my heart.
"You're here, but I didn't expect this day to come."
A man came down from upstairs, and that was my father's voice. He was a soldier, but he was also a philosopher. His words were always very meaningful, and there were many things I didn't understand until many years later.
Dad came to the dining table and sat down. The table was already full. It was my favorite dish. The starlight outside the window fell on the dining table and intertwined with the warm lights, forming a beautiful scene that made me feel abnormal. A familiar and touching sight.
"Dad? Why? I remember you already..."
I couldn't help but blurt out, yes, in my memory they are no longer in this world.
"Sit down and talk slowly, don't worry, we haven't seen each other for a long time, let me take a good look at you."
Dad motioned for me to sit down and said.
I pulled up a chair and sat down. It was my exclusive seat before. From the position where I could see the night sky outside the window most clearly, I took a bite of food and then took a bite of rice. The familiar taste made me feel like tears were about to break through. The restraint of the eyes.
The wish of the three of us to sit here and eat together again was obviously just an unattainable extravagant wish, but now it has indeed come true. For a moment, I couldn't speak, and I couldn't even ask any more questions. I was afraid. Once you ask, you will lose everything. You will only be filled with emotions that seem to burst out, and there are many words that you want to talk about.
"You have really grown up and become stronger than I thought. Let me think about it, you just wanted to say that your mother and I are no longer here, right?"
Dad looked at me, smiled and said this.
I am speechless. It is indeed the case. You should sleep in that land forever and leave me forever.
"Is this the world after death? Am I already dead?"
"Maybe, maybe not. Actually, I don't know where this is. I have to let your mother explain this. She is the expert in this field."
Dad took a sip of black tea and said.
I turned my attention to my mother, who still looked at me with a smile. For me, my mother's smile is the most beautiful, always protecting me and warming me in every possible way.
My mother is a psychiatrist who focuses on studying the human brain and the inner spiritual world. What answer will she give me? I don’t know, but I am willing to believe it.
"Lian Ye, when you were born, you couldn't cry. As you grew up, you never showed a smile. In the eyes of many people, you are an indifferent child, but I know that you have always cherished those around you.
people."
"mom……"
"No matter what outsiders think of you, no matter how they comment on you, even if they think you are an alien, I don't care, because you are my mother's child, and we love you no matter what."
It turns out that this was what outsiders thought of me when I was a child, but I don’t want to blame them. Even if it is true, it doesn’t matter anymore.
"Both your father and I know that you are just a kind-hearted child who would give a girl your favorite comics to stop her from crying."
I still remember this, it was a comic with a rainbow on the cover, it was very beautiful.
"We all understand that even though you have never spoken, you are thinking a lot in your heart. You are just too pure, like a piece of white paper. Even if it is stained with color, the pure kindness and love have not disappeared. You are always thinking about it.
Our feelings, in order to protect our friends, even though we were scared inside, we still overcame the fear and came forward. We are really proud to be your parents."
As my mother spoke, her voice was choked with sobs.
I was a little at a loss. In my memory, I had never seen my mother cry. In my memory, my mother was always gentle and strong, and had never been defeated by any setbacks.
"As you grow, we understand your heart better and better. Even if you don't say it, we can understand what you want to express. From that time on, I don't know when I started to think, if one day, we will meet again
I can't see you, what will happen? I'm afraid that you will forget us after a long time, so I used this method to stay in your world, an unknown technology."
My mother gently wiped away her tears and said.
"...So, you are not real, this is just my dream."
It's fake...it would be great if it were true.
"Real? False? It depends on your heart. There is always more than one definition of things, but what is certain is that since you are here, it means that you have encountered a big crisis, which is very likely to threaten your life.
of."
Dad spoke at this time,
"As a parent, I hope you stay here to accompany us, but I also hope you leave here and never come here again. This is a contradictory idea, but parents are inherently contradictory creatures."
At some point, the sky outside the window turned fish-belly white, and the world gradually became brighter.
My mother took my hand and led me to the door and onto the road. She said to me in a gentle and reluctant voice: "Mom can't let you go, but it's time for you to go. You may be very lonely along the way.
It’s very lonely because no one will accompany you, but please believe in yourself, you have always overcome every difficulty. Keep moving forward, don’t look back, don’t be attached to this place, and never come back here again.”
I looked at my dad, hoping to hear something from his mouth.
Dad smiled: "You are always not good at expressing yourself, and you are not good at refusing. That look should make people mistakenly think that you are cool and can do anything. Unknowingly, people have gathered around you and relied on you.
It must be hard for you to live like this, but sometimes it might be a good way of life not to resolve this misunderstanding."
After thinking about it, I took a step forward. Although I didn't know where to go, I have to say that my father really knows me. Maybe he is right. I don't hate being relied on. Rather, it makes me feel at ease, because
I am also dependent on others.
"Go ahead and believe in yourself. You can do it. No matter what, you are the proud child of your parents. There must be many people who need you waiting for you in this world. Your life is still long. Find yourself.
The path you should take, and then walk on it unswervingly.”
After my father finished speaking, he remained silent. He and his mother just looked at me and watched me go away.
I don't know where I am or where I'm going, but it doesn't matter, because they tell me that I just need to be brave and keep moving forward. I also believe that there is someone waiting for me there.
Can I really endure a long period of loneliness? The answer is unknown, but I think I can do it, because they said so to me, because they said there is someone waiting for me at the end of loneliness, so I will cheer up
Move forward with courage.
Yes, no matter what, one day I will leave my parents' side, but I love them deeply and will keep all this in my heart.
This time, I will never forget their appearance and their smiles.
Thank you for giving me this opportunity to reunite and say goodbye after more than ten years.
Goodbye, and thank you, Dad, Mom, even though I can no longer hold your hands in reality, you still protect me.
Really, thank you very much.
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A day in the life of Fushal nurse at Glock Hospital:
April 9, 2050
Today is my third month of working here, and my thirteenth time entering this special critical injury ward.
In the ward, a young man is lying on the bed, surrounded by various instruments. It is said that this young man has a very important identity. He is the grandson of a national veteran. As a caregiver, I must not be negligent in any way.
The young man's whole body was covered with bandages and he was connected to a respirator. He could only barely see his handsome face. He was seriously injured. His muscles and internal organs were all severely damaged. The treatment cabin played a minimal role.
It’s hard to imagine what such a young man, the grandson of a country’s general, went through.
Suddenly, the data in the instrument began to refresh continuously, the heart rate monitor also changed, and the ward suddenly became noisy.
"Doctor! Attending doctor! The patient's consciousness has changed drastically, and the physical damage is repairing itself at an unimaginable speed!!"
"Call all the medical staff over immediately! Hurry!!! By the way, remember to notify General Lu Yan!!"
The originally quiet ward became very busy and noisy, but amidst the noise, I noticed that the young man lying quietly on the hospital bed had crystal tears quietly sliding from the corners of his eyes.
My heart seemed to be suddenly grasped by something. I felt inexplicably distressed. What made him cry? Was it sadness or happiness? I wanted to understand this person...
But at this moment, I must focus on my work in order not to let this life pass away.