My mother is not a woman who is prone to crying. At least since she was a child, I don’t have much memory of her crying.

There is a kind of tenacity in her personality that women of that era do not love red makeup and arming. After all, in the era when she grew up, the propaganda given to them by society was like this.

But she always tends to cry for my affairs. The reason why she came to this conclusion is that the few times she cried in my memory were all because of me.

Why did she cry when she saw my master? It was because I was still sick at that time.

After that incident, other children entered the stage of "psychological recovery", but I still lay in bed and talked nonsense all day long.

It was useless to go to the big hospital long ago. My father lent his teeth and borrowed money and took me to the hospital in the provincial capital, but it was still useless.

The doctor couldn't tell me why. He said that he was stupid and didn't wake up, and he was talking nonsense. It was not good to judge me like this and I was shocked.

You're not stupid, this person doesn't have a time to wake up? What should I do?

In fact, for doctors, what is difficult to treat is never a terminal illness. Giving humans time to develop will always lead to a day of conquering what is the most difficult to treat? It comes from the spiritual and psychological! This so-called "heart disease" has not made much progress after thousands of years of history.

This is what is called heart disease difficult to treat, not to mention that it involves the soul level. This is simply a proposition that modern science cannot prove! How to get a medical treatment?

I was taken home like this and kept it at home every day. The borrowed money was not used up. My father gritted his teeth and asked my mother to buy me nourishing things. According to the simple philosophy of men, if they are supplemented, their health will be better. When they are healthy, everything will be solved.

My mother made it naturally and did it more carefully, taking care of me until no matter day and night, after all, it is impossible to let a mother give up her child no matter where she is.

Even the female monkey is reluctant to give up the dead young monkey, and will hold it until it rots, and will not let go.

This is motherhood!

My situation attracted many people's sympathy. Every day I change my methods to find my mother to find out the situation. There is curiosity and of course there is also real sympathy. In the face of this situation, my mother always smiles faintly and says that she is recovering, so she does not make others feel her weakness.

When she grew up, she often told me that showing weakness to others is useless. If others sympathize with each other, it does not mean that things will be solved. People should still learn to face it.

At that time, I felt like my mother was like a philosopher!

And what was going on at that time? I didn’t know very well that I just remembered that I was repeatedly having bizarre dreams. There were many strange things in the dreams, but I couldn’t remember that I was just falling into one dream after another and couldn’t get out.

Thinking about it now, the problem of my strange dream began at that time! I was about to die until now, and this matter was unsolvable!

But even in my dream, my senses seem to be still alive. I can feel that many nights, when I talk nonsense until the sky is dark, my mother hugged me in a warm arms, hugged me and cried in depression, tears falling on my face and the feeling of the neck.

She called my name, Hanhan, Hanhan again and again. I was very anxious, but I was trapped in a dream and could not give her any response or comfort.

I can know how many nights my mother finally fell asleep tiredly, but my father walked to my bed gently, sitting quietly and silently, the smell of cigarettes drifted in the house, and sat for a long time.

Occasionally, his rough hands would be placed on my forehead, and occasionally, he would rub his face with his stubborn face, his breathing sounded a little obstructed, and I don’t know if he was crying quietly.

What impressed me the most was that one night, he sat beside me with alcohol, holding my hand and said to me a lot: "Son, wake up quickly, Dad wants to wait for you to grow up. When your son grows up, we can go fishing together, play ball together, and Dad can also help you see if it looks good. These are things that mom can't help you. You want to grow up, whisper son."

I vaguely remember these things, and I feel very unreal. My father is a person with depression and has also been branded with the unique colors of the times. He is used to being a tough guy who doesn't say much. I didn't expect that he was so sad.

The connection between bloodlines makes me sad and makes me want to comfort them, but it’s a pity that I can only know that I can’t do anything. The more anxious I am, the deeper I am in a dream that I can’t remember, and the more nonsense I speak.

It was in this context that my mother met my master at the gate of the factory and mining area, heard the verve and then cried.

She cried because she felt that she had finally waited for someone who could save me. In front of this person, weakness was not just sympathy, but perhaps substantial help. For me, she could no longer hold on to strength as a drowning person and finally caught something.

In short, it is not a straw, but a powerful branch.

"Don't cry." This is the first thing my master said to my mother. Aside him, the young man looked at her mother curiously, with a smile on his lips, looking very friendly.

But at that time, my mother was already crying and couldn't even speak, but just held the master and refused to let go.

"Auntie, where is your son? Where is it?" Compared to the master, the young man's nature is always unsustainable. The first person to ask about me was my senior brother.

My mother didn't have time to answer, but just tried hard to calm down her emotions so that she could give this boy an answer that day, he hugged my puppy and saved my life. In the dark, it means that this boy could not underestimate him?

My mother did not answer the young man’s questions, but my master, the old man, said it on behalf of my mother: “I don’t think he will be good! Zhengchuan, you have followed me on the mountain for so many years, can’t you see the name of this place? I’m afraid that the incident has happened!”

"Ah? It's already happened?" The old man's rare seriousness made the boy named Zhengchuan's face become heavier, and the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared, and he seemed to have a calmness and majesty that a young man would not have.

He stared at the factory and mine for a long time, and a hint of melancholy appeared on his face, and his voice was sincere and pity, saying, "Master, are we still late to come here? I promised that there will be a junior brother, I am looking forward to it, otherwise I will always be with you in the mountains."

But his words were interrupted by the old man's hand, and he said to him: "If you work hard on weekdays, you may find it early! And even if you don't find out, where have you learned the principles of careful reading of things? What we have learned in this lineage, if you make a mistake, you don't cry when you see her (mother) cry? Do you have your eyes growing to the top of your head? You deserve to be punished!"

When he heard that he was going to be punished, a trace of headache appeared on the boy's face, but soon became worried again. He couldn't help but say to my mother: "Auntie, your son is still alive, right?"

These two masters and apprentices had said many things that my mother could not understand before, as if no one was around me. Now the boy asked such an abrupt question again. Normally, most people should be angry, but my mother didn't. In fact, just two sides, she knew that the person standing in front of her was definitely not ordinary people.

Just because they are not ordinary people, their way of speaking will definitely be very different.

At this time, my mother had already recovered and did not cry anymore. She felt embarrassed and let go of the hand holding the corner of the old man's clothes, and said to the boy: "No, he is not going to die, he is not awake all day long and is talking nonsense, and we don't know what to do?"

The young man stopped talking, but the old man suddenly said with emotion: "There is a disaster, and there are many disasters, which is the price he should pay! However, if you can't pass this disaster, your son will not be your son."

After saying that, he turned to look at the young man, and the old man scolded him: "What you asked is unreasonable? I said it was your junior brother, that is your junior brother. Before you even got started, you just asked like this. Do you don't believe in the formation of asking the sky in the mountain gate?"

"Master, it's not that I don't believe it, but that the situation is really the case." The young man pointed to the factory and mining area with some concern.

"Yes, this situation is really the case" seemed to touch the old man's concern, and his expression suddenly became dull.

How is this factory mining area? My mother really doesn't understand, but at this time, how could she give up the opportunity to save me, so she simply kneeled down to the old man and said to him in a crying voice: "Please, Master, see how my son is?"

But he didn't expect that the old man was so quick that he grabbed my mother and didn't want my mother to kneel down. He said, "I can't afford to be your gift! Because this is the origin of my mountain gate. How can I accept your gift?"

What is the origin of the mountain gate? My mother was puzzled and just thought that the old man rejected her and wanted to kneel down for me. Many years later, she told me that she was very simple at that time. Even if she sacrificed her life to impress my master, she would ask him to save me.

When I heard this, my face was calm, but my heart was moved and trembled. I didn’t know how to repay my parents. Can I repay my parents for my whole life?
Chapter completed!