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"Daddy, let's go. I whispered, looking at my father lying on the hospital bed. His chest slumped together, and it seemed as if he was struggling to breathe. I shook his hand and tears flowed down my face.
"Brother, Dad is dying. My sister stood aside and choked up. We all know that this is the last moment.
I think back to my father's old appearance, tall and muscular, amiable and powerful. He always looked at us with a kind face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes were full of love.
"Family, get ready. "The patient's condition has started to deteriorate, and we have done our best." "
We nodded silently, tears rolling in our eyes. My sister couldn't help crying, and her mother hugged her tightly, and she couldn't cry herself.
Dad's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and we stayed by his side for fear of missing the last moment. Finally, after a barely audible sigh, he left this world for good.
I lowered my head, tears welling up in my eyes. My sister almost broke down crying, and her mother hugged her helplessly, unable to control her sadness. My father left silently, and neither of us could say goodbye.
On the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, our family prepared to go to the cemetery to pay respects to my father's grave.
"Mom, you can rest at home first, and my sister and I can go. I suggested. My mother has been in poor health lately, and I'm worried that she won't be able to hold on.
"No, I'm going too. Your dad always loved us so much, and now we have to do our part. Mother insisted.
My sister also nodded: "Yes, brother, let's go." Dad must be lonely now, and we need to spend more time with him. "
I looked at their determined eyes and agreed. So the three of us set off together and went to the cemetery with the substitute offerings.
When I arrived at the cemetery, I lit incense and candles and tidied up the weeds in front of the grave. The younger sister carefully placed the offerings in front of the grave, and the mother knelt beside her, muttering to herself.
My sister couldn't hide her sadness, and knelt on the side and sobbed. I held back my tears and hugged the two of them, my heart full of endless thoughts and pain.
The three of us hugged each other and wept, and the people who worshiped the grave came and went, but no one dared to approach and disturb them. At this moment, we only have each other's company and comfort.
Just as we were heartbroken, an abrupt male voice broke the silence.
The three of us were taken aback, and when we looked up, we saw a strange man standing not far away, looking at us with a surprised face.
"It's nothing, it's just worshipping the ancestors. I forced the sadness in my heart and reluctantly replied.
The man took a few steps forward, as if he wanted to say something, but stopped again.
I shook my head and signaled that it was okay. Both mother and sister wiped their tears with handkerchiefs in an attempt to calm their emotions.
The three of us were stunned for a moment, and then we all nodded.
"I've lost my father too, so I can understand how you're feeling right now. The man sighed, "That was years ago, but looking back now, it hurts like it just happened." "
I nodded slightly, feeling kind. It turns out that this stranger has tasted the loss of a loved one like us.
"I am a son, she is a daughter, she is a mother. I pointed to my sister and mother.
"Can you tell me your father's name?" The man said suddenly.
I looked at him in amazement, wondering why he was asking. But on second thought, maybe he just wanted to better understand our situation. So I told my father's name truthfully.
"I see. The man nodded, thoughtful.
"You must miss him, don't you?" The man suddenly said, "I used to miss my father so much. "
All three of us looked at him and waited for him to continue.
"Ten years ago, I ran away from home. I had some trouble with my father, and I left the house in a fit of rage. In those years, I was wandering and wandering, and I had no intention of going back. "
"Until one day, I received a message from my family that my father was critically ill. I was abroad, but I rushed back right away. "
My sister and I looked at each other, and what happened to the man reminded us of my father's deathbed. At that time, we were also so helpless and regretful.
I could feel his pain because we had the same regret and self-blame.
"So, you have to cherish the present. The man sighed, "At least you have done your best to accompany your father to the end." "
The three of us were speechless, just listened quietly.
I was a little surprised, but nodded anyway.
"What I regret the most is not being able to say goodbye to my father. You've done what I haven't, so I envy you. "Still, I don't think you should be too sad now." You have done your best, and your father must be pleased to have such a dutiful son as you. "
I was silent, the man's words echoing in my head. He had a point, that although we lost our father, we were at least there for him throughout his lifetime, not as sorry as he was.
"Be well, for yourselves' sake and for your father's sake. The man looked at each of us and said earnestly, "He must now hope that you can face the future bravely and continue to live happily." "
I bowed my head and pondered for a moment, and my heart suddenly felt a lot more relieved. The man had a point, and if his father was here, he would have meant the same thing.
I looked at my mother and sister, who also seemed to draw strength from the man's words. We looked at each other and came to a silent consensus.
"Thank you, sir. I said to the man sincerely, "We'll be fine." For ourselves and for our father. "
Mother and sister also nodded, their eyes firm and bright.
"That's great. The man looked relieved, "I'm just worried that you'll be sad forever." "
I looked at him puzzled, waiting for him to continue.
This sentence was like a thunderbolt from the blue, and it hit the three of us hard. My sister and I looked at each other, while my mother's eyes widened in disbelief.
"That's it, I'm the illegitimate son of your husband and your father. The man said, his eyes darkened, "He never told you about my existence before he died. "
"What did you say?!" I finally came to my senses and couldn't help but raise my voice, "You're my father's illegitimate son?
"Calm down, calm down. The man hurriedly said, "I know it's hard for you to believe it, but I'm telling the truth." "
"No way, my father never mentioned you as a person. The sister was also shocked and said, "How do you prove that you are really his illegitimate child?"
The three of us looked at each other, at a loss. Mother finally reached out and took the letters, opened them and looked at them carefully.
"Do you have any questions?" The man looked at us with a calm look in his eyes.
The three of us were speechless, and our hearts were mixed. It turned out that his father really hid such a secret, and he even had an illegitimate child!
"How can you say that!" My sister suddenly burst out, her eyes filled with tears of anger, "You are not our relative at all, what qualifications do you have to say such things?!"
"Enough!" I finally couldn't take it anymore and yelled at the man, "My father is about to die, and you're still talking nonsense here! You're just pretending, get out!"
The man was scolded by me, and immediately fell silent and lowered his head.
"Brother, let's go. My sister tugged at my arm, her eyes full of disappointment and anger.
I nodded, picked my mother up, and left without looking back. Behind him, the man stood alone, his head bowed and motionless.
Back at home, the three of us had nothing to say but sat opposite each other and fell silent.
My mind kept coming back to my father's life, his loving eyes, his honest smile, and the seriousness of his words when he taught us.
"Children, you must be well, and you will be filial in the future. My father used to tell us, "No matter what happens, stick with each other and never hurt each other." "
"Yes, the last thing Dad wants is for our brother and sister to turn against each other. My sister whispered, her eyes darkened.
"He certainly doesn't want to see us like this. I said weakly, "Even though that person disappointed us, we shouldn't be so angry." "
"But brother, he has lied to us for so long, why do you still explain it to him?" My sister said with some excitement.
"Yes, he is sorry for you. Mother spoke, her tone full of exhaustion, "But, have you ever thought about it, maybe your father has a reason?"
My sister and I were stunned and looked at each other.
"Your father has always been generous and kind, and he doesn't do such a thing for no reason. The mother continued, "Perhaps, he is hiding it from you to protect the child. "
"Protect him?" I frowned, "But now, he's an adult." "
"Who knows, maybe your father has his own plans. The mother sighed, "But, no matter what, we shouldn't hold a grudge against that child now." Think about it, if he is really your father's illegitimate son, then he is also your relative. "
My sister and I were silent, and my mother's words hit us hard like a hammer.
"Mom, you're right. After a while, I finally spoke, "Maybe our reaction to that person was a little too strong. "
"yes, he's Daddy's kid anyway. The sister blinked, her eyes filled with tears, "Maybe we should give him a chance to listen to his explanation." "
"You have a point. The mother nodded and looked at us siblings, "Your father must also hope that we can treat that child with a forgiving heart." "
The three of us looked at each other, our eyes full of heavy apologies and self-blame.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I muttered to myself, "We did something wrong, we shouldn't have done that to your child." "
"yes, Dad, we'll fix it. The younger sister also said, "Don't worry, we will treat him with tolerance and love." "
We were silent for a long time, just thinking quietly about our father. Finally, I finally made up my mind.
"Mom, we'll go to that guy tomorrow and listen to his explanation. I said firmly, "Whether he's Dad's illegitimate child or not, we'll at least give him a chance to explain." "
Both mother and sister nodded, their eyes firm and bright.
We will treat that person with tolerance, no matter who he is. Because this is the father's expectation, and it is also our filial piety.
Soon, we saw the figure of the man in the cemetery. He squatted aside, looking lonely, as if he hadn't closed his eyes all night.