How long have you not sent WeChat or talked to your parents and friends on the phone? Today, I would like to share with you the stories of a few netizens. If you have a similar experience, don't forget to send a message to the person you are worried about.
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My father was not good at words, but there was one small thing that impressed me.
When I was in college, once when I was about to return to school near the beginning of the semester, my father was out socializing, and before I returned at dinner, my mother had to call and lose her temper, and I was persuaded. I called my father and, knowing that he was still busy, told him in a gentle tone that we would wait for him to come home for dinner.
After a while, my father came back and said to me with joy: Min, you are such a good daughter! Those friends had left me to eat and drink, and I was resigning, and you called me, cared for me softly, and envied them.
Finally, my father said: Min, can you call me more in the future? Hearing my father's request, my nose soured, reflecting on how little I cared for my father, and one phone call could make him so happy.
After that, whether I went to school or work, I would talk to my father every week, and I never stopped.
(From @Tree's Hope - Cheng Zhidan)
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My mom wasn't very educated and hadn't seen her texting on her phone as a kid. Later, when I was in college, she used to text and chat with me, and I always wondered how she learned to type.
Until a few years ago, when I went back to clean up the old house for the New Year, I found a dictionary and a box of notes under the bed, and it turned out that my mother wrote down what she wanted to say on the paper first, then looked up the dictionary, and then hit the mobile phone little by little. Texting was a breeze for me; for Mom, it was a huge undertaking.
Later, my mother no longer had to look up the dictionary and send text messages, she could directly send voice and video, but I often did not reply or refused to answer because I was busy at work.
Then Mom left. Since then, no matter what I send her on WeChat, she will no longer reply to me.
(From @Yi Xiaowan)
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The high school Chinese teacher, surnamed Fang, always spoke wittily in class, and allusions came to hand; in the evening self-study, he often recited poems to us, which was called the combination of work and leisure.
In the last class before the college entrance examination, he read us an essay written by himself, to the effect of sending away a class of students, each time he was very reluctant, but he was relieved to think of the students running for a better future. Finally, his eyes were red, and he hoped that his classmates would often return to their alma mater in the future. We all responded loudly: Teacher Fang, we will definitely come back to see you!
Now, more than twenty years later, our class has met together to visit the teachers at their alma mater, but they have not made a single trip.
Recently, Teacher Fang retired, opened a public account, and wrote in an essay: The beautiful campus makes me worry about my stomach, the sycamores cultivated in those years have long been covered, and parting is probably the inevitable common feeling of everyone, all the time, and everywhere.
(From @Mr. Jingqiao)
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My good friends Jialing and Nannan and I both work in Guangzhou, but it is difficult to meet for a long time. Every time I made an appointment, I always happened to run into someone who had a temporary affair. So, we comfort ourselves: wait for the next time, wait for the future, wait until everyone has time...
I thought we could wait like this until last summer, when I suddenly fell ill in the eye and went to the hospital. Fortunately, the surgery was successful, but hospitalization was required.
After Jialing and Nan nan learned the news, they invariably decided that no matter how busy they were, they should also put down the things in their hands and come to see me at the first time. When they went out, they encountered a storm, but they never wanted to give up. Because only when they see me and make sure I'm okay, they will be at ease.
On that stormy, lightning-and-thundering afternoon, we finally met at the hospital bedside. Before parting, we agreed that when I was well, I must always contact the common face, for sure.
(From @Nian Mu Xin)
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