"Nine reds", "nine reds". Recently, my ears will be coldly heard my mother calling my nickname, far away and softly. The character "nine" will still have some brief bumps, and the word "red" is slightly raised than the normal upper voice, with a distinct Xuzhou Peixian accent, like a noisy "coax" character. I know, I miss my mom.
The deformed face that was puffy like a big bun, squeezed into the originally small eyes, and only two slits remained; The two protruding front teeth that looked like a label were also broken due to a wrestling, and the mouth appeared deflated and empty; The short, thin, jagged hair cut by my sister was already completely white, clinging to the top of her head, and her pink scalp was clearly visible.
Mom was lying quietly on the hospital bed, slightly open her mouth without two front teeth, sleeping. I gently shouted, "Mom", and my mother opened her eyes with some difficulty, saw me, and said, "Nine red".
The character "nine" will still have some brief bumps, and the word "red" is slightly raised than the normal upper voice, with a distinct Xuzhou Peixian accent, like a noisy "coax" character.
Mom wanted to sit up, and the babysitter and I quickly rocked the bed up, put two pillows behind her, and helped her sit upright. Mom held out her hand to me and I took her hand.
Only those hands, although full of wrinkles and rough and scratchy fingers to the touch, are still the hands that I have envied since childhood, so slender and slender, so slender that the nails are pointy, bulging arc-shaped.
My mother's squinted eyes looked at me, still those familiar, a little timid, but also so focused, loving, and gathered a thousand words, fixed, resting on my face.
After a while, my mother whispered, "You're back?" The word "you" stumbled for a long time and paused for a moment before he finished speaking, and then shook the word "back" a few times before finishing the word "coming". Mom's stammering tone was still the same; Mom's mouth is still the same.
Since I was a child, I have always had mixed feelings about my mother. Mom is not good-looking, there are mainly two things: one is that the eyes are a pair of very small triangular eyes; The second is to protrude the two large front teeth outside the lips. Although my mother has smooth and delicate skin with few wrinkles and thick black hair, she still can't resist the impact of those two major defects.
Mothers who are not beautiful will not dress themselves up yet. Mom doesn't cut clothes or sweaters. When I was a child, my poor mother always wore a blue khaki jacket and pants with a cloth shirt underneath all year round; On the feet is always the PLA army green sneakers, straight to the bottom of the wear.
Because my mother had to walk a long way to and from work, she rushed home at noon to cook and wash dishes for us, twice a day, and her feet had severe corns and calluses, and she couldn't wear leather shoes at all, and she couldn't afford good leather shoes.
The mother who is not beautiful and can't dress up, talks and has a serious stutter, and a sentence can sometimes be held for half a day before it is difficult to say it. Therefore, when I was a child, I often felt that my mother had embarrassed me in front of other children and made me lose face.
When I was rebellious in adolescence, I saw that my mother was not happy left and right, and I often quarreled with her. Therefore, my mother was always a little afraid of me, and looked at me with some timid, quickly flashing eyes.
But my mother has always spoiled me and loved me so much. My sister and I were only one and a half years apart, and when I was a child, when I was in kindergarten, my mother always held my sister with one hand and me with the other, holding me all the way, and never let me walk.
When I was a child, every night before going to bed, my mother always helped me and my sister lay the quilt on the bed, and the corner of the quilt was lifted, warmly beckoning us to sleep.
I had mild tuberculosis in junior high school and needed penicillin injections every day. As a nurse, every time my mother gave me an injection, she was so nervous that she sweated, pinched left and right, looked for the right part, and tried up and down with the needle several times before gently sticking it down, for fear that it would hurt me.
Before work, I didn't wash dishes and clothes, and I always had food to open my mouth and clothes to reach out. Even when I brought lunch after work, my mother had to get up early in the morning, busy with omelette and stir-fry, making me a fresh lunch, and not letting me bring the leftovers from the previous night.
My mother was very frugal with herself, but with the bonus she had saved for a few months, she bought me an imported watch that I had longed for for a long time, as a gift for my admission to the worst college, which was also my first watch.
Mom was reticent, never talking about others, and compassionately tried to help colleagues who were in difficulty.
For example, my mother often helps an elderly cleaner to clean up, and there is no purpose of fame fishing, purely because she can't bear to see her do heavy work, and she can help. The little nurses have a heavy family burden, and their mothers often help them on duty for the New Year and holidays. Therefore, in the unit, the mother's popularity is excellent.
After graduating from the mother's midwife school, she stayed in school for a year as a teacher, and then she was assigned to the hospital, so everyone was always "Teacher Hao" long, "Teacher Hao" was short, until my mother was now 80 years old, living in the hospital where she worked all her life, those nurses and girls who did not know the lower generation, or "Teacher Hao" called their mother.
Mom, let me serve you for two weeks and eat the food I cook. Do you know that the little daughter who has been pampered by you will now make a good dish, and will also make all kinds of Chinese and Western dim sum, things you couldn't do before, she will do, may dry. However, she often only brings leftovers for lunch, and can no longer eat the fresh, freshly fried lunch you made in the morning.
The dishes I worked hard to create were originally very good, but because my mother's sense of taste was already very degraded, she had to add a lot of salt to taste them.
Every time I add salt, my heart hurts so much, such a salty dish, I don't get sick and eat sick, but my mother can eat two or three bites of this salty dish, and then push it away.
My mother always lay there quietly watching me and not speaking, and the look in her eyes seemed to inhale me deeply into my brain and engrave it in my heart. But every time after eating, although my mother was reluctant, she still urged me to go, saying that she was fine here, and there was a nanny to take care of her.
She knew that I would rarely go back to China once, that I might have another date, or that I needed to take care of my son who stayed at home, and that my mother didn't want to take up more of my time.
My mother always thinks about others all her life, always hides herself low, and does not cause trouble to others, but she does not know that others, her relatives, are always thinking about her and missing her.
Mom, my good mom, I miss you!
