In the small village with beautiful mountains and rivers, Yang Hongmei carried an empty basket and stepped on the muddy path, and once again came to the door of the neighbor's house next door. She had just married into her mother-in-law's family, which was so poor that she didn't even have enough corn to feed the pigs.
"Auntie, can I feed our little pigs with some more corn on credit?" Yang Hongmei asked softly and with a little embarrassment.
Aunt Zhang looked at her with a generous smile on her face: "Hongmei, I know the situation at home, you can use it first, and then return it to me when your family's conditions are better after a while." ”
"Thank you so much, I will definitely remember it in the future." After Yang Hongmei finished speaking, she helped lift a basket of corn, and her eyes were red with gratitude.
Back home, her husband, Wang Zhiqiang, was busy repairing the fence in front of the door. "Hongmei, why did you go to get corn on credit again?"
"There's no way, the piglets have to eat too." Yang Hongmei replied as she poured the corn into the pig trough.
Wang Zhiqiang wiped his sweat, "If I work harder, life will always get better." ”
"Got it, you've worked hard." Yang Hongmei said softly, and the eyes of the two were full of difficulties and common attachment to the future.
The next morning, in the sound of roosters, Yang Hongmei had just gotten up when she heard someone on the other side of the wall complaining: "Sister Zhang, what kind of illness is this, she howls in pain at night, and the whole village can't sleep." ”
"yes, she heard that her son never came back, so she was probably worried." The person next to him followed.
Although Yang Hongmei is busy, she has always remembered Aunt Zhang, who is gracious. Isn't she a mother who is busy running around for the sake of the family and worrying about her children? This empathy drove Yang Hongmei to start planning a visit, and she wanted to go to the hospital to see how Sister Zhang was doing, even if it was only a small help.
"When did the people in our village not help each other?" Yang Hongmei made up her mind. She knows that in this small village full of warmth and hardship, the most precious thing between people is the simple mutual help. Early one morning, the sun shone through the gaps in the curtains and onto the simple wooden bedside. Yang Hongmei rubbed her sleepy eyes, thinking about today's events. At yesterday's party, she happened to hear her best friend Xiaofang mention that Sister Zhang on the other side was admitted to the county hospital because of a heart attack. Yang Hongmei remembered that Sister Zhang always worked tirelessly to help others, so she planned to take some time off her busy schedule and go to the hospital to visit Sister Zhang.
"Zhiqiang, today I want to go to see Sister Zhang, she is sick and hospitalized." Yang Hongmei said to her husband while preparing breakfast.
Wang Zhiqiang has a good way of keeping the family, and immediately agreed when he heard the words: "Okay, you go, I'll get the work at home." Sister Zhang is not thin on us, human nature. ”
Arriving at the hospital, Yang Hongmei stopped outside the ward, took a deep breath, tidied up the corners of her clothes slightly, and then knocked on the door.
"Who?" There was a faint voice from Sister Zhang.
"Eldest sister, it's me, Hongmei." Yang Hongmei responded gently.
The door opened, and a haggard face came into view. "Oh, Hongmei, why are you here?" Zhang Guizhi sat weakly on the edge of the bed, her face full of inconvenience.
"Eldest sister, I heard that you are not feeling well, I will come to see you." Yang Hongmei said with some fruits and porridge in her hand.
Zhang Guizhi took the thing gratefully, "You kid, you are so busy and still remember me." ”
The two chatted about family life, and Zhang Guizhi's expression gradually became lively. Yang Hongmei learned from Sister Zhang that without her son by her side, she was indeed very lonely in the hospital. Yang Hongmei comforted her softly, promising to take time to accompany her often.
In the company day by day, Yang Hongmei discovered that Sister Zhang was unusual. At night, she often broke out in cold sweat and quietly clutched her chest. One night, Yang Hongmei was in front of the hospital bed, Zhang Guizhi was in unbearable pain, and couldn't help muttering: "That money... If only I could find it..."
Yang Hongmei heard it and couldn't help but be curious: "Sister Zhang, what kind of money are you talking about?" She asked cautiously.
Sister Zhang's face was embarrassed, and after a long while, she slowly spoke: "It was some savings left by my husband back then, hidden in a place that no one knows, after so many years, I almost forgot where it was..."
Yang Hongmei was shocked, Sister Zhang has been living in poverty, how can she have a forgotten savings? In the next few days, Sister Zhang was good and bad, and Yang Hongmei would take care of her every day, and she felt that Sister Zhang might have hidden untold stories.
With the ups and downs of Sister Zhang's condition, Yang Hongmei began to explore the mystery of hiding savings in her spare time to take care of Sister Zhang. As the days passed, the exchanges between Yang Hongmei and Zhang Guizhi became deeper and deeper. One day, when she went to the hospital to take care of Sister Zhang, she heard Sister Zhang shout the word "Wendong" in a half-asleep dream, which made Yang Hongmei feel extremely puzzled, because this was her husband Wang Zhiqiang's breast name.
Back home, Yang Hongmei couldn't help but ask Wang Zhiqiang: "Wendong, is there anything you and Sister Zhang don't know about me?" ”
Wang Zhiqiang looked a little surprised, and was silent for a while before saying, "Hongmei, what did you hear?" ”
Yang Hongmei decided to confess her findings: "Sister Zhang mentioned your name in the hospital, and I never told her before. ”
Wang Zhiqiang sighed, he knew it was time to tell the family's secret. "It was a secret that my father promised me to keep before he died, and Sister Zhang's husband had a big business relationship with my father a long time ago, but things didn't go well."
Yang Hongmei was shocked: "What about the money?" Sister Zhang mentioned a sum of money left by her husband. ”
Wang Zhiqiang's face was painful: "The money was finally left with my father for various reasons, and my father has always wanted to find a chance to return it to Sister Zhang, but he died too suddenly, and this matter has not been resolved." ”
Yang Hongmei had mixed feelings in her heart, and she understood that now that she knew where the money went, she had to do something. "So what do we do now? We can't let this secret continue to affect the health of the eldest sister. ”
Wang Zhiqiang nodded: "You are right, we should return this money to Sister Zhang, this is a sign of respect for her husband, and it can also let my father rest in peace." ”
The next day, Wang Zhiqiang and Yang Hongmei went to the hospital together, Wang Zhiqiang holding the savings from many years ago. Entering Sister Zhang's ward, Wang Zhiqiang began a difficult conversation.
"Sister Zhang, this is a transaction between your husband and my father many years ago, and we shouldn't have kept it for so long." Wang Zhiqiang's voice was low, and he handed the passbook in his hand to Zhang Guizhi.
Zhang Guizhi looked at the passbook in his hand, and experienced surprise, confusion and finally relief: "After so many years, I almost can't remember, I didn't expect you to remember." ”
Yang Hongmei added: "Sister Zhang, we hope you can recover soon, and this money may be able to help you." ”
Zhang Guizhi was so moved that she couldn't speak, tears rolling in her eyes. Tears, as if taking away years of pimples and misunderstandings, filled the air with an atmosphere of relief and relief.
This sudden relief not only alleviated Zhang Guizhi's heart disease, but also made Wang Zhiqiang and Yang Hongmei's mood easier than ever. They knew that through this honesty and courage, they finally tore off the secret that had shrouded them for many years, and let Huazhang close. Since that confession, Zhang Guizhi's condition has improved significantly. Yang Hongmei and Wang Zhiqiang often went to the hospital to accompany her, and the family's relationship became closer. The neighbors of the small village gradually learned about this past, and they came to visit the ward one after another, and those misunderstandings and estrangements dissipated like a cloud of smoke.
One sunset evening, on the day when Zhang Guizhi had just been discharged from the hospital and returned home, Yang Hongmei and Wang Zhiqiang specially invited the neighbors in the village to come to their home as guests.
"Eldest sister, do you think this yard has become more lively?" Yang Hongmei pointed to a group of children playing in the yard.
Zhang Guizhi smiled and patted Yang Hongmei's hand: "It's all the warmth you give, I feel more and more energetic now." ”
The neighbor's aunt handed over a bowl of home-dried pickles: "Sister Zhang, our small village should be like this, reunited, and harmonious." ”
Sister Zhang sighed: "Yes, for so many years, in fact, we are like a family. ”
Wang Zhiqiang stood aside, looked at this warm scene, and smiled happily: "The previous things are over, let's enjoy this tranquility now." ”
In the following days, whether it is a festival or an ordinary day, everyone will get together, and if there is something, a shout, everyone will not hesitate to help. Yang Hongmei and Wang Zhiqiang's life is getting better and better, the piglets are thriving, a big TV has been added to the living room, and the flowers in the yard are blooming more beautifully.
Once I happened to hear Sister Zhang talking about Yang Hongmei with other women, "This child is kind-hearted and quick to do things, if there are more like this in our village, it will be a blessing." ”
The harmony in the village has also infected Yang Hongmei, and she feels that as long as everyone has a tolerant and helpful heart, the world will become a better place.
As night fell, the chirping of frogs echoed through the quiet village, and everything was so peaceful. Yang Hongmei looked up at the starry sky, and a thought surged in her heart - if the world was full of love, would everyone find their own happiness?