There is a feeling called heartache

Chapter 28
Who would have thought that the old mother, who can't even remember her own phone number, somehow memorized my long mobile phone number, and learned to call my mobile phone... Fate once again passed me by. Face.After a long 20 days of treatment, just one week after being discharged from the hospital, the relentless illness attacked me again, and I had to lie on the hospital bed again.

This time, I didn't tell my mother.My mother is over 60 years old and has lived in that remote mountain village on the outskirts of Beijing for many years.But the next day, the white-haired mother walked into the ward anxiously, led by her sister.Seeing me, she couldn't stop crying.In the next two days, she shed tears silently when she saw me infusion; she couldn't help sobbing when she saw me draw blood!Seeing that my mother couldn't control her emotions, the sisters coaxed and persuaded her, and finally sent her back to her hometown.

Who would have thought that the old mother, who couldn't even remember her own phone number, somehow memorized my long mobile phone number and learned to call my mobile phone.Three times a day, morning, noon, and night, she would call me into my ward on time, worrying aloud, exhorting me, and asking again and again to come to the ward to accompany me and wait for me.

At noon that day, when I was drowsy, I suddenly found a familiar figure standing outside the door.I suddenly opened my eyes wide.While hesitating, my nearly seventy-year-old mother stood in front of me with disheveled hair and sweaty face.

"Mom, why are you here?"

"Oh, girl, are you feeling better? Look, I'm in a hurry!"

"How did you come this far? Who brought you here?" I asked repeatedly in surprise.

"I sneaked here by myself! How can I rest assured that you are lying in the hospital?! If you don't eat well or sleep well at home, if you don't come again, you will torture me to death!"

Tears suddenly blurred my eyes.I threw myself into my mother's arms excitedly, crying bitterly.

It was late at night, and after several hours of ups and downs, the elderly mother finally stayed by her daughter's sickbed as she wished.She was so tired, with a touch of sweetness, with a look of contentment, my white-haired mother, and she fell asleep deeply, deeply.

(Zhao Lijun)

(End of this chapter)