Pillow

Every time I walked through the intersection, I used to look for her with my eyes. Speaking, We have lived next to each other for more than ten years. I go out early and return late every day, coming and going in a hurry. The old couple lived on the first floor of the building next door to us. When we first met, nodding and smiling could be regarded as greeting. After a long time, I called the old man as an elder when I met him again. The old woman was thin and white, with a gentle face. Every morning, she set up a tricycle at the gate of our community to sell steamed rice and soybean milk, etc, when I was too late to prepare breakfast, my daughter who was in a hurry to go to school would buy breakfast from the old lady to study, which had been the case for many years. After a long time, we would also say a few words when we met. The old lady asked my daughter about her study. She praised the children who loved to learn and read well. Through her eyes, I felt her charity. Her wife was a healthy old man with dark skin. She went out early and came back late every day, and set up a bicycle repair stall outside. I often saw a pale and thin woman sitting beside me when the old lady was selling breakfast, who was about the same age as me. Her expression was sometimes mild and quiet, sometimes dull and listless, and she looked in poor health. A few years later, on the way to work, the old lady came back from shopping outside on a tricycle and talked about her beside me when walking. This was her daughter, a very unfortunate person. Soon after the wedding, they were found to have a brain tumor. They met a man who was heartless and unrighteous, and they used violence in addition to dislike it. The old couple really couldn’t bear their daughter to be hurt by human beings in addition to suffering from illness, after accepting the man’s request of leaving, they brought back the abandoned sick girl. From then on, the old couple spared no effort to spend the rest of their lives and embarked on a long journey to save and protect their daughter’s life. Parents, relatives and friends went all out, and her daughter had several surgeries successively in major hospitals all over the country. All relatives and friends in the family gave their bags to help her, hoping that the flower of her life could continue without withering. Every time she came back from work, she always saw her sitting on the small chair in front of the door with a lonely expression. When her illness was stable, she would recognize me and talk to me with a smile; when she was in bad condition, she couldn’t recognize people and had no thoughts. I walked up to her and talked to her. She just stared at me without any response. Even so, every time I passed her, I would greet her seriously and greet her. When I was new to this community in those years, a thin woman suffering from uremia once lived in the intersection of the building. She was also close to her mother’s family to recuperate. She sat quietly in the sunset every day, waiting for the end of life. I used to ignore her smile to me because of my busyness and various pursuits of life, or I didn’t smile to her sincerely every day. When I came back from work that day and passed her mother’s door, when I saw rows of wreaths and her thin remains, I suddenly felt so much regret in my heart: When I saw her every day, why can’t she leave a warm smiling face in her steps? We are all ordinary people and have no power to return to heaven. The great love of parents and relatives cannot stop the coming of death. That day, due to other reasons such as the poor condition of their daughter, they moved away from their residence. When they moved, the old lady met me and couldn’t help crying again. She said that she had taken her daughter back for 18 years, the operation was also done several times. A few days ago, my illness was worse. I went to a big hospital and the experts told me to prepare for the aftermath. The brain was all spread, so I couldn’t operate any more. The old lady said, and relatives and friends also said that if there was hope, even if we borrowed money again, we should still give full treatment. But this time it really failed. She said that our old couple never thought that our daughter was a burden. No matter how hard or tired we were, as long as we could keep her alive, we were not afraid. At this time, I couldn’t say anything. I could only help the old man pack up some old things, help her push her tricycle and stand beside the old man quietly. I wanted to say: Don’t be sad, don’t be sad, Because of your mercy and protection, your daughter has got the most profound family affection in the world. She is happy. With the deepest love of her parents and relatives, she slept in heaven with the softest family affection, her whole body was full of the wet smell of kinship. I thought like this in my heart, but I couldn’t say it out. I was afraid that my shallow words would make the old man’s strength or sadness abrupt. Since the old lady moved some supplies to the hospital to take care of her daughter, I have never seen two old men. The figure of the old lady has become my memory. Last night, when I was walking on the street, I met a person who looked exactly like her daughter, so I went forward to ask her if she knew this old man. She told me that they were her parents. The sick woman was her sister, who had passed away for more than 3 months. After the elder sister left, her parents were taken home by other daughters in turn, hoping that the wandering of their children and grandchildren could dilute the sadness of the old couple. Since knowing that her daughter’s illness was hopeless, the old couple didn’t leave the stall any more, instead, they concentrated on accompanying her until the end of her life. She also told me: The house used to be the place where my parents protected my sister’s life for 18 years, and the place where my parents had many memories. They discussed with other sisters, they wanted to ask their parents for advice and let the old couple move away from there forever, because they thought it might be a sad thing for their parents. The house was full of the shadow of their daughters; I am afraid that the old couple feel that it is because of the daughter’s smell everywhere in this House, They feel warm and friendly. She told me that they didn’t allow their parents to go home to live alone during this period of time. Later, according to the advice of the old couple, they might sell the house and the old couple would not go back to live. Walking to the door of the room in front of the building, I found that the old couple’s house was rented out as expected, and the two old people were also rented out. When the new tenant cleaned up the house, he placed the original items in the house at the door, maybe I thought the original owner would come and take it away at any time. In fact, when the two old men moved away, they had already moved away, leaving only a few pots of flowers and plants. One pot of chrysanthemum was particularly strong and green, which made me seem to see the face of the sick daughter. These flowers and plants are the freehand brushwork of the old lady for her daughter’s life. How she hopes her daughter’s life can be as vigorous and vibrant as these flowers and plants. Walking past the door, I couldn’t see the figure of the family of three, but through the chrysanthemum moistened by the rain and the luxuriant green green rose, I seemed to see my daughter sleeping with smile in heaven, she had been far away from the suffering of illness, with deep affection on her pillow, sleepiness and smile. She wished her parents and relatives in her dream: health and happiness. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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