Because a composition in primary school was praised, I had a writer's dream in my heart until I became a writer. In 2004, Wei officially started writing. In 2005, relying on the convenience of the Internet, more than 800 articles, totaling more than 300,000 words, were published in national newspapers and periodicals. His major works include Two pairs of sports shoes and No regrets in chess, among which No regrets in chess was selected as the best short story in China in 2005.
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1, one road, three people
Author: Wei
one
They are all old.
In the past two years, she has been forgetful. She always forgets to eat soaked peanuts when cooking. When I wake up in the middle of the night, I will get dressed again and go to all the rooms to check whether there is a relationship between the windows and the lights. I paid for the food, but forgot to take it. She still has doubts. She got up in the middle of the night and went to her father's room in the dark. After several phone calls, she couldn't wake him up, so she quickly reached out to explore his snorting. She didn't go back to her room to sleep until her father was woken up. She has diabetes, and her eyesight has dropped badly. Sometimes she will lie on my computer screen and want to see my handwriting. All she could see was a blur, and she was very angry with herself. She always worries suddenly: If one day you are transferred to a certain place, and we are too old to accompany you, who will take care of you?
His temper is still so bad-tempered, the fucking porridge burned the bottom of the pot, and he broke his chopsticks when he smelled it. Sometimes he is deliberately picky. When the food is light, he says it is salty, and when it is salty, it is too light. It's comfortable to shout a few times. His memory deteriorated so badly that he forgot the TV story he watched the next day. He went to the bank to withdraw money from me and called the password three times. He seems to be getting more and more timid, and he is afraid when his heart aches. He is usually energetic but suddenly sleeps, which also makes him feel uneasy. Once, he pushed me to the shopping mall, took a fancy to a light gray suit at the men's counter, put it on and looked in the mirror. He was startled by the gray-haired and wrinkled old man in the mirror and turned to ask me, "Girl, is dad so old?" Dad used to look handsome in such clothes. "Then he said sadly," I don't know how long Dad can stay with you ... "
Yes, they are all old. It is cruel and helpless to watch them grow old day by day. I can't calculate how long they can stay with me. I just feel that every moment is a gift from God.
two
For more than 20 years, I have been separated from them only a handful of times.
There was a time when I dreamed of flying high. I can't hear her loud voice, and I can't see her casually wearing a skirt and her hair is messy. And he, vain, boastful, spineless and so bad-tempered, always quarrels with her. Home is like a battlefield, filled with the smell of smoke everywhere.
At that time, I dreamed of running away. The good result of being first every year is just to give yourself a chance to leave. After attending high school in the county, the world suddenly became so peaceful and quiet without her nagging and his growling. I am walking in the osmanthus campus, with pleasant steps and flying.
However, only two years later, I was beaten back to my original shape-in the third year of high school, I was hit by a car while crossing the road.
Lying in the hospital bed, listening to her crying outside the door, watching him squatting on my bed without saying a word, my heart was full of despair. From then on, I no longer expect to leave, because my legs have become decorations, and I can't walk any further. In this way, God put me among them again, as if testing them: Do you still want such children?
She was still so untidy that she went out to buy me breakfast early in the morning. His temper is still so bad. At that time, a new nurse gave me an infusion, and I couldn't find the needle in five places. Angry, he pushed people away, put a hot towel in my hand, and turned to the nurse and shouted, "Look what that girl's hands have been tied." Do you think it is wood? "
Behind my back, he went to the fifth floor for spinal puncture, went to the third floor for electrotherapy, and then went to the gym next to the parallel bars on the first floor to practice walking. People in their fifties are out of breath after traveling. I lay on his back and said in his ear, "Dad, if no one wants me in the future, you will carry me all your life." He laughed at me: "You are so heavy. If you don't learn to walk by yourself quickly, who can carry it? " She followed, trying to help, but unable to make it work. Her mouth was screaming, telling him to hold on to my leg, telling him to stop and have a rest, and pay attention to the slippery road under his feet. He and I were impatient, and it was inevitable to give her a few words, so she ignored us in a rage. But in less than two minutes, she started nagging again.
three
In the past, relying on the skill of electric welding, I opened an electric welding repair shop to mend people, and my life was still passable. After I got sick, they took me everywhere to see a doctor, and the money was spent, and the store was left unattended and closed. But he had to live, so he welded the stairs and steel frame structure to the new building on the construction site. The foreman didn't want him at first because he was too old to get on the scaffolding, for fear that he wouldn't be able to support himself in heavy work. He begged in every way and stayed because of his good workmanship.
Every morning at 5 o'clock, they get up on time and practice walking with me on crutches. Then he went to the construction site and she took care of me at home. When he came back from the construction site at night, he couldn't wash his face, so he ran to my room first to see if I was ok. All the money he earned in a month bought me medicine. Endless Chinese medicine and western medicine, until I saw the medicine, I wanted to vomit, but it didn't work at all.
I can't go to school anymore. Every day, ants sitting under the eaves looking at the corner of the room become more and more sensitive. They are afraid of meeting people and the dark. I can't stand their neglect and neglect of me. Once she poured me water, which was too hot. I raised my hand and knocked over the bedside table, kettle, teacup and medicine bottle. She can't stand my sudden bad temper. She tore off her apron and fell to the ground. Tears of injustice swirled in her eyes and shouted at me, "Even the nanny you hired can't be so rude, can you?" Old niang I don't serve ... "
She really left. Without her slow steps and her nagging complaints, the family became silent. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, and my heart fell into the dark abyss bit by bit. I suddenly got scared: she won't really want me, will she?
However, she came back soon with a pile of old magazines in her hand and casually said to me, "I met a rag collector outside." I thought you might be able to read these books, so I bought them back. " More than a dozen books cost only three dollars ... "She is very proud that she got a bargain.
That night, I asked her hesitantly, "If I make you angry again, will you leave me alone?" She irrelevant answer: "I didn't go far at all, in case you need to call me ..."
Neither of them has studied for a few years and has no culture, but I like books. When he saw someone with a book on the construction site, he was sure to lend it to me. When she sees someone else's newspaper wrapped in something, she will take it down for me. At that time I learned to write, eager to prove the value of my existence to some extent.
I slowly began to publish some words, and they showed off my articles in magazines: "Although my girl sits at home every day, she knows more than you." She wrote the words in this book ... "They both became my super fans, and I really became their favorite baby. Once I told her that I wanted to write a novel, and then I said that writing a novel would take a lot of energy. A writer is exhausted from writing novels. She was so nervous that she even said we wouldn't write novels, and everyone left. What's the use of writing well?
four
In this way, a section of road, three people, helping each other, stumbled, and it has been 29 years since today.
Their health has not been very good. He has high blood pressure and heart problems. She has been diabetic for more than ten years, and the slightest cold can trigger a series of diseases. That time, I accompanied them to the hospital to see a doctor. At the gate of the hospital, he parked his scooter in a sunny place, took off his coat and covered my leg. He also told me to wait in the car, don't worry, and then helped her into the clinic.
I watched her walk arm in arm, looking very much in love. However, the slow pace of the old return still hurts my heart deeply. The old people who saw the doctor next to them were all helped in by their children. And I can only sit here and wait for them to come back. I imagine them waiting in line from window to window, registering, testing, checking, comforting each other, waiting for the result, humbly smiling and asking others what floor the laboratory is on, lying trembling on the CT machine ... my heart is burning with pain.
Tears slowly overflow from the corner of my eyes, out of control.
Please believe my daughter, I have learned everything I can, and I took good care of you that day, just as you took care of me today.