She has a lot of tears.

These days, tears are swirling in my eyes all day, and pear blossoms bring rain, but I can't persuade them. A hundred good words are useless. She cried so seriously and willfully, as if she was born to cry as long as she wanted.

I tried to wipe away her tears.

Her head turned like a rattle, but her eyes were staring at me. There were faint sweat and dense raindrops hidden in the bangs on her forehead. There are two streams on both sides of the nose clip. The current is surging, with no intention of stopping. It runs down the cheeks and sinks into the cover of the mist absorbing belt.

"You can't do this, you are still coughing!"

To tell you the truth, I'm a little angry. Why are you crying? Is it that serious? It's just that you accidentally touched your mobile phone, so that the snake you were playing swallowed the elephant, hit the wall and bit its tail!

Isn't it possible to start over?

Your attitude is firm, your eyebrows are red, your eyelashes are stuck together, your nose is bulging, your nose is coming out, and your chest is fluctuating violently.

Oh, what is it!

I suddenly feel that you are being unreasonable. My anger is brewing, rising, and I feel like I'm about to explode.

You're still peeling garlic and saying the same thing:

"Bad dad, bad dad, bad dad!"

"Am I bad?" I asked myself.

"I'll hit you if you cry again!"

I am really bad. I stood up, stared at you motionless, and uttered a resounding word.

I think, now, you should be afraid?

I didn't expect you to cry even harder. The river overflowed out of control, the village was flooded and people fled.

"Dad, get out! Dad, get out! I don't like you anymore! "

I will always suffer.

I rolled up my palm like a gust of wind and stroked her calf, which turned into a warm spring breeze and touched it gently.

This gentle touch seems to be a powerful force, prompting you to add another performance-kicking me-the heel slamming on the back of my hand, and the terrible pain-I dare not avoid it, for fear that you haven't finished venting-let you kick.

"Dad's out, dad's out!"

The quilt has been wrinkled by you, and you almost screwed it out.

I'm speechless, and my anger is coming up again. I should be breathing fire in my eyes. It's coming out soon!

"You go out first, miss?" Mother pushed me aside. "Get out!"

I'm out.

I took the fire out.

In the morning, I just came with anger.

Before going out, my wife threw a sentence,

"Why don't you sit there and make trouble? You will go on a tour later. Ask the director and see what happens. "

"Won't you ask?"

The night before, the two of them slept in the hospital and I slept at home alone. There is a mosquito in the mosquito net that I can't find. I have been tortured several times. As soon as I turn on the light, I can't see. As soon as I turn off the light, it buzzes, and then I turn on the light to look for it. It's amazing!

"Why are you so loud? Who pissed you off? "

"Nobody bothers me!" I rushed to the door.

What's going on today?

Why am I suddenly furious?

It's sultry and windless, the leaves are drooping, and the motorcycle is humming dully.

The baby is ill again and has been coughing for several days.

I lit a cigarette in the corridor near the window.

I thought I was capable of driving a long voyage, but suddenly I found that my fuel was low.

I was floating in the sea, tossing and turning, vomiting blood and being devastated by the storm. I am helpless, almost desperate, and feel that I am going in the wrong direction.

I looked at the mulberry trees outside the window. There is an old man pacing back and forth under the mulberry tree.

I can't help lifting my pants. I felt my belt.

I was stunned. It turns out that I have been wearing my red belt!

two

In my first animal year, the mad dog next door bit me. If it weren't for my brother-in-law's bravery, my life would definitely be gone.

In my second animal year, I started my job with a monthly salary of 700 yuan. Didn't dare to go home at the end of the year. I ate two trotters, two catties of jiaozi, three cans of ginger beer and cat urine with my friends in a roadside shop. Hiccup constantly, get up to pee, things are difficult, there is no hope, so many years of books have been read for nothing, and my conscience has been eaten by dogs.

This year is my third animal year. My wife has thought of everything I didn't. My wife bought me two sets of red underwear and a set of red sweatpants, and also took a small red rope wrapped around the baby when he was born and made me a belt.

This red belt, I am too familiar with it.

It was the baby my mother saw at first sight. I was still in a daze in the ward when my wife came out of the operating room. I feel that my wife just went in, and as soon as I turned around, the child came out!

Mother held the baby and leaned over to show it to me. I dare not touch the child for fear of hurting her.

I'm so excited, so excited, although this little thing is really ugly!

The baby has brought infinite joy and hope to my family, but I feel more that it is not easy for the baby to come to my family.

I appreciate it.

The small bottle of Nanhai Guanyin is amazing. There are many babies in it. Babies will run out and go back to their parents one day. From the South China Sea to home, the baby has to swim, walk, climb mountains, travel long distances, and occasionally fight monsters. It is brave and happy to be able to come to your parents safely and smoothly!

My wife often tells my baby that there is a small house in my mother's belly, which contains a lot of delicious food and fun. My baby lived in it when he was a child and liked to play with building blocks alone. One day, the baby didn't want to play in the small house, so the mother installed a small window in the small house and the baby climbed out!

As long as the wife is gone, no matter what the baby is playing at this moment, he will run to lift his wife's clothes, kiss his wife's stomach, point to the scar and pout and say:

"Dad, you see, I lived here when I was a child. This is the window, which is where I climbed out! "

The arrival of my little treasure really went through many difficulties and dangers, and my wife suffered the most.

Fortunately, in my father's words, don't be afraid, don't worry, everything will be fine, take your time.

three

I really want to say something this year.

On New Year's Day, my wife was ill and hospitalized for a week.

Let's spend fifteen days together. Dad was hospitalized on the 13th and lay in bed for seven or eight days.

In February, my mother, kidney calculi, almost made a mistake. She snorted and brought some medicine back.

A few days after May, the baby coughed and had a fever, occasionally vomited and pneumonia, and stayed for ten days.

Everyone seems to like the hospital and don't want to go home for dinner.

It was not long before. At the end of May and the beginning of June, I was flustered and short of breath, and the bells of the ancient temple echoed in my chest all day.

My mother was so scared that she knelt down and begged the bodhisattva, kowtowed, visited the goddess, begged for the elixir of life, put up a sign, called my name three times in the morning, noon and evening, and made a wish three days later. Shout once, peel a peanut, and peel the only peanuts left at home with shells.

I have never seen anything so mysterious.

I asked my mother, doesn't this mean that I am in danger? How come I have called a name so many times!

It doesn't matter if I say so. Mom's tears will turn into flowers. I don't understand here, and I don't understand there. It's all because of the blessing of Buddha that I have life!

If Sister Xia hadn't saved me when I was a child, I would have died. It was after a heavy rain. I don't know when I ran out alone, picked up a bamboo pole and fished in a cesspit. I didn't catch any fish. For a plastic foam, I was trapped in a prison, planting seeds up and down in that sewage pit and drinking water like a duck. Fortunately, Xia Jie, the neighbor behind the house, appeared and became a bodhisattva I hit.

"It's all blessed by the bodhisattva, Eva, but you can't disrespect the bodhisattva!"

Seeing her tears, I smiled and comforted her. Don't cry. My life is precious. I want to live well. Many things haven't started yet!

Dad even got the phone number of my doctoral apprentice when I was a child and asked me to go back to my hometown to see him. My illness, that person can live since childhood. I admired it at once, but I have long forgotten what it looks like. After the telephone communication, let me take time to go back to my hometown and have a closer look. Just relax in front of me.

I finally ran to the provincial capital, and my old classmates were busy. I checked all the projects and there was no problem. We are high school classmates, a pair of pants friendship, old classmates now holding The Lancet, is the knife of the provincial capital. I dare not delay his time. We ate a yellow river carp together, looked at the mouth of the garden and hurried back.

four

However, still the same, the feeling of anxiety is inexplicably coming, regardless of the occasion, regardless of the time and place, whenever you want to come, there is a taste of striding forward.

What is wrong with me? I feel horrible. What happened to my life?

I took a deep breath.

I tremble. How could I have such a sudden idea?

My life is too important for my small family.

If I don't have it, this family will suddenly fall apart and my family will be gone.

I looked at myself seriously.

I am the pillar of my family, and the pillar of my family is me.

I was born on Halloween. I was born hard and killed my younger brother who was born early but lost his breath.

About my brother, I heard it from my brother by accident. At that time, it was a wake for the deceased Liu Bo. It was just the two of us that night, and we didn't feel uncomfortable, just like playing at Liu Bo's house. Liu Bo stopped talking and fell asleep.

I didn't know how to mention it at first, but my eldest brother began to regret it, fearing that I couldn't accept it. Later, at my insistence, I told me everything.

It is said that my brother, who has never met before, moved several times when he was born, but he couldn't cry. He was buried on the high slope behind the village by his brother-in-law and father, dug a small nest, wore a new cotton-padded jacket and lay cold.

I cried for my own brother many times.

I shouted in my mind many times, but I didn't shout it out, because I knew no one would answer.

I asked my mother, is this all true?

Mother seems to have been hiding this past. She hides it well. If I hadn't mentioned it, it would have rotted in her stomach.

Mother was very sad and shed tears.

Her lips trembled, her face turned red, her eyes closed and opened again, and finally she talked about this terrible past.

She said that it was grandma who insisted on living well at home and refused to go to the hospital. Then something happened. She said that she had always resented her grandmother, but now she has no hatred. She resigned herself to fate and blamed it on the injustice of fate.

I can hear that I live a two-person life, and I can't ignore them. I want to cherish life more, live seriously and live every day well.

However, I will cry when no one is around, weep silently in the dark night, think of my brother when I am lost, think of my brother when I am sad and helpless and abandoned by others, think of my brother when I have made small achievements, think of my brother when I cook stewed beef brisket with potatoes or sparerib soup noodles for the whole family, think of my brother when I ride a motorcycle with lightning and thunder, and even think of my brother when I have a mouthful of watermelon to drink.

I thought about it many times and cried many times. Ever since I knew I had a brother, I couldn't let it go.

I always feel that my brother has been watching me somewhere, although he has never said a word to me.

I know he cares about me, sympathizes with me and blesses me.

I have no reason to fool around, decadent and idle, because I not only have real roles and responsibilities, but also invisible tasks and agreements.

I want to be strong, I want to be self-disciplined, I want to know love, I want to be grateful, and I want to do the most important thing in life down to earth.

Have a good life.

Everything is the best arrangement.

five

"Dad, I don't want to go to the hospital in the future."

"What's the matter?"

"Not fun."

"Li Xinrui is there!"

"I know, she said she was in hospital, too!"

"So do we!"

"But I don't want to live there!"

"Why, there is a bed?"

"That's a hospital bed. I want to sleep in our bed! "

……

"Dad, hug-"The baby reached out his hands and almost stood on tiptoe, his eyes full of expectation.

"Baby, dad is tired, too." I'm really uncomfortable, too. I can't bear this burden for the time being. I leaned over and tried to walk past her.

"Dad, give me a hug-"

"Hug-",the voice is very long, and I am almost crying.

"I can't hold it, baby."

"Dad, you can hug me layer by layer. Take a break and you won't be tired. "

……

six

There was a heavy rain in early July. The shower stopped at first, then came again, and the number of showers came more often.

Without giving you a moment's thought, the river overflowed, not only rolling eastward, but also tearing around a small hole at the sewer mouth, dancing with eyes and tears.

I am so young that I can't beat the rustling summer water with all my blood.

It was raining cats and dogs. I put on my raincoat, barefoot, hesitated between heaven and earth, moved bit by bit, followed the light and shadow, slowly idled with a feeling of tension and fatigue, and walked casually where I went.

It seems that everything has slowed down in unison.

The speeding car obviously slowed down, and the street was stormy, and half the wheels fell off. The splashing water is a wall of water. The big light bulb seems to be enjoying elegance in the rare rain, embracing the rain affectionately in front of the lamp, warming it with its own light and heat, and burning it.

The rain has passed my ankle and rolled on my instep. Occasionally, leaves and branches drift by, and more are rubbish, bulging plastic bags, mineral water bottles with lids, and baby bear toys with one eye.

Of course, there are also dark and damp places that can't be seen clearly. The two roads are mysterious, and they are all slowly turned over and floated away.

The leaves are swaying and screaming, completely cheering for the rain tonight.

Leaves appreciate the free and easy rain, not artificial, but also enjoy the moisture and warmth of the rain belt. In an instant, it was green and Jiang Nanan, which wet the wandering clothes and the tears of the lost people.

The rain at the corner is a little urgent, and the scene is quite grand. The water surface is constantly wrinkling and rippling, and the water lines like arrows swish forward under the guidance of the wind.

Ahead, not far away, is the Huaihe River, which is a call, a gathering and a display of strength.

I think I need this kind of power.

A flash, a few muffled thunder, the sky rumbled, the clouds cooperated, and the rain fell violently, and the rain became bigger again.

My heart suddenly lit up and I quickened my pace involuntarily.

I'm hungry. I want to go home for dinner. Let the baby open the door for me. Ask my wife to pour me a glass of water. Let my mother bring it to me. I want to light a cigarette for my father.

seven

Life is always at the core monument of life, not because of a red belt moment.

The red ribbon is a blessing, a strength, a constant expectation, a responsibility, a constraint and a rule.

Simplify the complex, listen to your inner call, do what you should do, don't worry, take your time, put away things that don't suit the fashion, and pick them up after digestion. After all, life is your own, your body is your own, and your mind is your own.

It is right to be strict with yourself, but you must not be too harsh. It is not advisable to be tortured like a holy egg.

If the skin does not exist, how can the hair be attached?

Health is important, and clouds are clouds after all.

The water in summer, the light under the lamp, the people and things that once happened, the deceased is like a husband.

I am a student, I don't want Wen Da, I don't want fame and fortune, I just want to tighten the red belt, be grateful, be careful and move on.

Telling real life into a story: the first season of the true story collection plan