just passing by you

Chapter 44 Across the Glory and Approaching You (2)

I was a little timid, and asked her when her husband was away, giving birth is so painful, if you had the chance, would you still have it?She immediately smiled shyly: "Birth, in fact, it doesn't hurt very much. It's just that with my husband by my side, the pain is doubled for some reason. Maybe I just want to hear more good words from him."

Not long after that, another couple came into the hospital. The girl broke her leg while skating. After the doctor put a plaster on it, the boy rented the adjacent ward and began to take care of the girl.The girl doesn't look like she has any injuries, she relies on her boyfriend to tell jokes all day long, takes close-ups of her face, eats with her head on her head, whispers late at night, and sings loudly, Almost danced on crutches.

Others praise the girl for being strong, but only I know that the closer she is to getting out of bed and walking, the more careful and delicate she becomes.Obviously the doctor has said that she can practice walking on the lawn of the hospital, but every time she asks her boyfriend to carry her out, and when she is put on the wheelchair, if she touches her leg a little, she will "ahhh " cried out loudly, and sometimes burst into tears, but her boyfriend really said he wanted to see a doctor, but she refused to let him live or die.When the doctor saw her, she would criticize her, saying that she was so afraid of walking, when will her legs really recover?The girl didn't listen, and let her boyfriend hug her in and out as usual, with a look of happiness and pride on her face, and the injured leg would sway rhythmically to the song she was humming; I know, I think she is a healthy person, and I think she likes to show off, there are so many suffering people, no matter how happy you are, you don't have to be so flamboyant, right?

The girl was delayed for half a month before being discharged from the hospital. Several times her boyfriend was not in the ward. I saw her walking around freely on the ground, turning around from time to time, admiring her beautiful self in the mirror. dance steps.Seeing her boyfriend come in, the pain in her legs would immediately flare up, and in the anger of her boyfriend, she let him hug her to bed.

When they left, I went to tidy up the ward and asked her casually: You must be very happy to finally be able to walk again, right?The girl tilted her head and thought for a while, and then said: Actually, it’s better to be sick. I can let him hug me every day. Now my legs are free, but it’s really embarrassing to rely on him to hug me like this. Woolen cloth……

Oh I see.Sometimes love can help us get out of the pain quickly; sometimes, it can make the pain expand and extend infinitely.But every "selfish" woman is probably greedy for such a good time of pain and tenderness, right?Because, only at this time, the person who loves you will pamper and love you with infinite tenderness like your infinitely enlarged illness, and indulge all your abnormal willfulness and fragility.

Take you to the most beautiful place.

When my mother was 50 years old, a strange tumor grew near the brain. It made my mother's eyes slowly blur and her hearing began to decline. I needed a loud voice to let her hear me calling her clearly. "Mother".With the technology at that time, doctors were still not very sure about removing the tumor through craniotomy. If it failed, life might not be guaranteed.The mother was like a child, desperately avoiding the operation.The doctor said, it is better not to perform surgery, let the patient enjoy the life that is not much.

Father is a tough guy who has played with cold machines all his life, and because of this, his character lacks a lot of tenderness, like a piece of steel, no matter how hard it is hit, it will not melt him.But the doctor's words made my father cry silently.He called me in the provincial capital and said that he would take his mother on a trip; when he was young, my mother told her many times to go out for fun. He was busy with work, but in his bones he dismissed such romantic things, and always pushed her away again and again. I took it off, but I didn't expect that when I had free time and really wanted to go out with my mother, my mother's time would be very little.I didn't stop my father, I knew he wanted to use this way to make up for his neglect of his mother.When they were young, they often made noises over trivial matters that were not worth mentioning.In fact, the mother is lonely, and she needs her father to say some useless good things to listen to, and needs a moment of warmth from his father when he helps her choose vegetables; but the father is so cold and silent, extinguishing the little romance of the mother time and time again.Only then did he truly repent.

Mother may not know much about her physical condition, so she was almost crazy when she heard her father say that it would take a year to take her on a tour of the mountains and rivers.She called me behind her father's back and said loudly, "Your father, the old man, has become enlightened. Somehow, he has the leisure and elegance to take me to play. Will you go, child?"I suppressed my tears and replied loudly, "Dad wants to spend the honeymoon with you alone. I would be embarrassed to be with him. Mom, let him accompany you for a romantic time."

I put a lot of money in my father's mobile phone, and asked him to contact me every time he went.Father was not a talkative person, and he "reported" the situation on the phone in a few words.It was my mother, who was always excited, and told me about the mountains and rivers they played in the noisy crowd like a quarrel.Every time I ask her where is her father, she will say shyly: Give me a massage.At night, in the hotel, she would whisper to me, deliberately lowering her voice, telling me how my father served her saddle-backed, making her feel like a happy old Buddha.Her lowered voice was actually very high.You can hear it even from outside the door.I would like to let my father hear it, so that his heart will be filled with a kind of boundless sweetness just like my mother's, although this kind of warmth will have a bit of bitterness for him.

In this way, my father took my mother, starting from Hubei, going south to Shenzhen, Guangzhou, Guilin, and returning via Xiamen, Shanghai, Suzhou, Beijing, and finally, they stopped in Qingdao.Because my mother said, Qingdao is so beautiful, it would be great if I could stay forever.This is the greatest romance my father gave to my mother. He rented a French-style mansion near the sea in Qingdao. Standing on the balcony, my mother could see the entire blue sea and breathe the pure and fresh air.Such a quiet and comfortable environment actually made my mother's illness gradually improve. Only through the medicine, the tumor that almost took her life disappeared on its own; The hearing aid, her body, is actually stronger and healthier than her father's.

This is already ten years later.It took my father a year to take my mother to find the most beautiful city and stay there.They are far away from all relatives and friends, and have lived in a strange but beautiful seaside island city for ten years.And, as always, live on.I took the train every other month to see them, until later I met a girl from Qingdao on the train, and she gave up her prestigious and well-paid hosting job, and moved to live in the island city like her parents.No matter how busy I am at work, I will call my mother every day.Sometimes she would have some awkward fights with her father, but often within a few hours, one of the two would take the initiative to apologize and reconcile.I asked her what the secret was, and she always laughed without answering.But she still couldn't help it, and told me "quietly" that your father took these ten years from the hands of God and gave them to me. I only hoped to live with him in such a beautiful place for another ten years, and to live with him. Talk more, take a walk, cook more delicious dishes for him, what else is there to be satisfied with?

My mother still remembers every detail of my father's romance ten years ago.

Walked ten years to love you.

She fell in love with him, just for a second.And he fell in love with her, but it was 10 years later.

At that time, her parents were both in the army and had positions that could not be ignored.She was favored as a princess since she was born, so she was not afraid of anyone; but since he came, she felt inexplicable panic and worry in her heart.He was a literary soldier seconded from other places, a young man who was supposed to be as carefree as her, but because of his bad background, he was rejected by others.He basically doesn't talk much, except for necessary performances, he just stays quietly in his room and concentrates on painting.That time she passed by his window unintentionally, and she just glanced indifferently, and was immediately attracted by him.She saw his empty house full of people, smiling people, crying people, sad people, happy people, those realistic face close-ups, hanging on the wall one by one, in the cold winter sun, There is an unusually touching beauty and tenderness.And he, in it, like a fish, is at ease.He even closed his eyes slightly and danced silently.It was the most incredible and romantic dance she had ever seen. There was no music, no audience, no applause, but a heart could be heard, breathing smoothly in the unrestrained dance.And those people on the wall became his dancing partners, and he and them understood each other just by looking at each other.

From that moment on, she fell in love with him.It was also from that moment that she began to be afraid, afraid that someone would snatch him away from her with a single order.She was like a frightened flower, desperately needing to lean on him, but he was clearly beside her, but she couldn't move even half a step.Only when they performed together on stage, did she have the opportunity to dance cheerfully shoulder to shoulder with him.Even once in a while, she held his hand.His palm was so warm, how much she wanted to stay forever.But such a wish was just an extravagant dream, and before she had time to review it, the dream was shattered.

It was her father who noticed her trance, and quickly found out that she fell in love with him, who had the worst background in the art troupe.It was an era when one's birth was valued, and a huge catastrophe also swept across quietly.Her father solemnly warned her not to ask for trouble, otherwise, even their family would be involved in the end.It's not that she doesn't understand, but the speed at which love breeds and spreads is even more ferocious than this storm.Even, after she learned that he would be sent to a remote mountainous area soon, her first thought was that she would go with him no matter what.

Of course he left by himself, but she found out through one of her father's friends that he was going to be taken away by the train at 9:[-] pm.She deceived everyone, pretending to be a staff member on the train, and at the moment he was about to board the train, she quietly stuffed an envelope with her photo into his hand in the crowded crowd.He was puzzled for a moment, but before he could see his next expression clearly, a group of people squeezed him into the carriage.She leaned on the car window looking for his figure one by one, but after only a moment, she was dragged out of the station by a pair of powerful hands behind her.

But she firmly remembered the mountain village he went to.He stayed there for ten years.And she, at the risk of implicating her family, tried her best to find an opportunity to visit him.A year later, she really found an opportunity to be a female art soldier in the army. She went to Xinjiang under her father's obstruction.When the recruiter asked her why she had to go to such a far place, she did not say some rhetoric like others, but blurted out: because Xinjiang is the closest to a person I know.Yes, she couldn't hope to see him, but she could, in her own way, get closer to him step by step.

She spent the best ten years of her life locked alone in a city thousands of miles away from her home, but because of him in the neighboring province, her heart was filled with tenderness like water.No one knows why she rushes to sign up for every opportunity to perform in other places; no one knows why she walks along a road leading to the southeast with great joy whenever she has free time.Once, she even risked being sent home and sneaked out to watch a boring performance, just because, she heard, the art troupe came from the city where he was.Little by little, she approached him in various ways, almost stubbornly.She has always firmly believed that there is always a road that leads to him; as long as she can never stop walking in the direction towards him, persistently.

This walk took ten years.After the catastrophe ended, he was finally rehabilitated and returned to his hometown.And she, after learning that he left the neighboring province, did not hesitate for a second, and immediately wrote an application, requesting to be transferred back to the army where her parents were.When the application was approved, she dragged her suitcase and rushed to the station. On the way, she met a comrade-in-arms. She had only one sentence in the same way: Someone is waiting for me!

She finally managed to stop him on his way to a blind date.He only has one photo memory of her, but she has loved him deeply for ten years.She didn't do anything earth-shattering to call back his reciprocal love. She just smiled and let out a sigh of relief when she saw him, and said, the person in the photo, after ten years of walking, finally caught up with him. you.Ten years later, he was easily captured by her in a second.

They have been together for many ten years and have a lot of children.Life has changed many things, but it is difficult to change the way they walk, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder; when they stand still, their heads are slightly leaning together, like a full and gentle flower.

This is a posture that even they themselves have not noticed; but only they themselves understand that such a moment that looks beautiful to outsiders has been polished so hard on the millstone of time that it blooms today's simplicity Graceful gesture.

(End of this chapter)