The first snow of 2002 came later than usual, probably because there was so much rain that summer. I remember that it rained a lot that summer, and the river at the east end of the village was full of water, and the yellow river swirled north. The roads in the village are muddy, and the ruts of all sizes are also filled with rainwater and puddles. A layer of soft mud in the crop field that went deep into the ankles made it impossible for the farmers to get off the ground, and the patches of wheat were blown to the east and west by the wind, and the poisonous and spicy sun shot directly at the ears of wheat, and in a few noons, the ears of wheat were more than half ripe, and it was really anxious to see that the annual rations could not be harvested.
The left and right neighbors of the hometown have been demolishing old houses and building new houses since the first month, and they are busy and happy. Because my family didn't have that much money, they had to continue to live in the small house built in the seventies. Not to mention how depressed the family's mood is, coupled with seeing the harvesting of wheat, the wheat in the field cannot be harvested, and the already depressed mood is even more anxious!
The house leaked on the night of rain, the boat was late and encountered the first wind, I don't know from which day, the mother began to cough up, bought some medicine according to the usual cold, the mother was worried about the wheat in the field, did not go to the hospital for a long time, half a month did not see any improvement, one night the mother coughed badly, panting was not smooth, the father shouted the only four-wheeled agricultural car in the village to the door, the neighbors heard the sound of the car next to the front house and the back of the house, they all came out to watch, the father helped the mother to slowly sit on the car, and then got out of the car and walked in front of me, telling me" I am at home, I have something to watch and do by myself" After saying that, my father hurriedly got into the car, and soon the vehicle disappeared into the night, only to hear the roar getting smaller and smaller.
I stood at the door myself, not yet reacting to how all this could be so sudden, and yes, this change was indeed a little overwhelming for a fourteen or fifteen-year-old. I don't know how long later, a voice behind me said, "Go home." I looked back and saw my seventy-something grandfather touching my shoulder with his hand.
Back in the house with Grandpa, Grandpa said, "I'll be your companion these nights, and your mother will be back in a few days." I lay on the kang, thinking about what happened that day, and it was difficult to sleep.
A week passed, there was no news from my mother, I was scared, I went to my uncle's house for dinner in the morning, and the tears fell uncontrollably. I missed my parents at night, my eyes were closed, my tears kept staying, and how many times my pillow was wet.
My vegetable garden is also full of weeds, more than ten days have been knee-high, and my family vegetable garden next to the two, the vegetable garden is not a single grass, I stand on the ground, hate in my heart, usually meet will say hello, idle time also visit each other, how to avoid seeing at this time? Fourteen years old I asked myself this for the first time. Suddenly, gu gu strength came up, I wanted to pull the grass myself, I couldn't make them laugh, I walked into the vegetable table, squatted down, and pulled up one by one, I vented all their avoidance anger on the pulling grass, and the tears moistened my eyes.
Suddenly I felt a figure standing next to me, and I looked up and saw that it was my father! I couldn't believe my eyes, raised my arm to wipe it, but I saw that my father's eyes were full of tears, I was just about to shout, but suddenly there was silence, my father said, "Your mother misses you, take advantage of your vacation, go to the hospital with me." I nodded, how much I wanted to ask about my mother's body, but I was afraid that it was a very bad condition, afraid that my father would not be able to control crying, and the vegetable garden was full of acquaintances who were busy with farming, afraid that others would see the discussion, or see my mother and ask again, I thought so.
I followed my father to the station, and along the way I didn't talk to my father, maybe the father and son had a sharp heart, and they were all trying to endure calm. When I got into the car, my father sat behind me, and a few times I really wanted to go back and ask my father, but I always saw my father looking at the car window motionlessly, always with a tear in his eyes.
My father pushed open the door of the ward, and I saw my mother sitting on the hospital bed, and when I heard the door open, my mother looked at me, and I ran over as fast as I could, "Mother", I shouted as I ran, and Threw myself on my mother's lap, put my hands around my mother's waist, and cried. All the thoughts, turned into tears, poured out.
At night, we put the two beds together, and the family of three can lie on the bed and chat again, although it is in the hospital, as long as the family is together, where is the harm? During the day, my father came home to pick me up, also in order to go home to borrow money, ran several relatives, and did not borrow a thousand yuan. For the first time in my life, I have a different understanding of human nature.
The following week, my mother's health improved rapidly, perhaps seeing me, and feeling better. When the doctor made a round, he was pleasantly surprised and said, "If you go on like this, you will be discharged from the hospital in a few days."
The sun was shining exceptionally outside the window.