Chapter 16

When the wound was about to heal, Aunt Li came to see me and brought me the clothes, ID card and bank card that I had left at home. Aunt Li's husband was injured on the construction site. It was not very serious, but life was not convenient. Aunt Li rushed over to take care of him and would not come back in a short time. Aunt Li knew that my mother was buried in the cemetery and had already visited her.

"The conditions there are pretty good, don't worry." Aunt Li sat in front of my bed and peeled apples for me.

"Well, I will go see her after I'm discharged from the hospital." I felt a little relieved when Aunt Li said this.

"Is that helper your friend? It's really good." Aunt Li handed me the apple and asked suddenly. I knew she was talking about Yi Tian, ​​and I was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer, so I had to smile and nod at her. I didn't want to continue talking, so I quickly pulled the topic apart, "In the future, during the Chinese New Year and the holidays, please go and see my mother, send her food and talk to her. I have nothing, so I have some money left on the card. Take it, and the password is..." As I said that, I handed her the bank card.

"What are you doing!" Aunt Li stood up and pushed the card back, "You are still sick now. You need money to live well in the future, so keep it yourself."

"Buying things also requires money, and I may not be able to take care of these things in the future. There is not much money on the card, so you can accept it." I insisted on handing the card over.

Aunt Li was stunned for a moment and asked me in confusion: "Xiao Mu, do you have any plans in the future?"

"I probably won't stay in this city," I smiled at her, "I probably won't come back again in the future."

Aunt Li wanted to persuade me, but after seeing my expression, she said nothing, just sighed and said, "If I hadn't had any surgery at the beginning, maybe... maybe..." As she said that, she choked up and her eyes turned red.

I know that Aunt Li still complained to me, and she still doesn't know where I went in the few days when I disappeared. If I hadn't disappeared for no reason, my mother wouldn't have had any trouble. She just felt sympathy in her heart when she was hurt, so she didn't ask anything. I didn't want to explain more, no matter how much I said, I wouldn't be able to come back.

In the end, Aunt Li didn't accept the card, and just told me to recover from my injuries and she hurriedly left. She also had to catch the train, and she still had her concerns in another city.

I have never seen Yi Tian again since I woke up last time. But the two women who followed him every day at dinner time would appear, bringing me food, cleaning the room and changing my medical clothes. I know that these are Yi Tian's arrangements, and he did this not out of concern. Maybe he didn't want me to bother him about the injury in the future. It would be meaningless to care about these things, and maybe it would cause him misunderstandings. I simply didn't think much about it and accepted it calmly.

After dinner, I slowly walked downstairs and sat down in the hospital garden to take a breather. After lying on the bed for a long time, I felt uncomfortable and felt pain everywhere when I touched it like rust. I was also stuffy in the ward. I felt depressed after staying for a long time. People around me came and went in a hurry, with patients with ugly faces being supported by my family, and doctors in white coats walked by with medical records in their hands, with a gust of wind behind them.

I am the only one sitting quietly, and I even have the heart to observe others.

"Little rabbit..." The crisp and tender voice next to me attracted my attention. When I turned around and saw that there was a mother and daughter sitting on the other side of my bench. It seemed that a 3-4-year-old girl sat sideways in her mother's arms and sang in the direction of me. Seeing me staring at her, she immediately buried her face shyly in her mother's arms. Her mother noticed her movements and turned her head to look at me. I showed a kind smile to her. She was stunned and nodded and greeted her. The girl quietly exposed her head, and then looked at me with big black eyes as bright as round grapes. I thought about it and sat slightly to them, maintaining a distance that was polite but allowed them to hear me.

"You sing so nicely, can you sing another song?" I lowered my head and smiled and talked to the little girl. She blushed and quickly buried her head in her mother's arms, leaving a round and cute back of her head for me.

"Uncle praises you, are you singing a song for you?" Her mother lowered her head and persuaded her, but she still refused to look up, and her little hands tightly grabbed her mother's clothes. I smiled and didn't force her. I heard her mother speak with a foreign accent, so I started chatting with her mother.

It turned out that the little girl was 4 years old and had a congenital heart disease. Her parents were both farmers in the countryside. The family was in poor condition, so she had been delayed and unable to treat it. This time, the couple sold all the money they could sell in their hometown and borrowed some money from their relatives to take care of her. Now they rented a basement near the hospital to live in order to take care of the child. The child's mother looked calm when she told me, and occasionally she laughed at the child, without any sad expression of bitterness and deep revenge.

I was a little surprised. To be honest, I read too much news and reports. I always felt that the people in the village attach great importance to the inheritance of the family line, and they prefer boys over girls. I didn’t expect that the couple would put everything on their daughter and leave no way out for themselves. Thinking of this, I felt that they were superficial. Children from rich families are precious, and children from poor families are also precious. What is the difference? Besides, the love of parents for their children and the importance of children to a family is something that people like me can guess and comment on.

The little girl pouted and sang in a low voice. I pinched her little hand and comforted her softly: "Now that science is developed, this surgery is nothing, and the child will definitely grow up healthy."

"As long as she is ready, we will ask for nothing. The house is gone, the land is gone, as long as she is good."

I was stunned.

This woman looks ordinary, wearing a yellow sweater, with a black jacket with a rough fabric and an old style. Her fingers holding the child are thick and she looks like a person who often does farm work. Such an ordinary person who may not have much education said something that made me feel warm in my eyes instantly.

Just then, the child's father also came. He bought a few big meat buns for his wife and daughter, but the tall and strong man sat next to him and ate the steamed buns in big mouthfuls. The couple politely wanted to treat me to the buns, so I hurriedly thanked and told them that they had already had supper.

The little girl with a greasy mouth sniffed at me from time to time. Maybe I talked to her mother for a while and occasionally smiled at me shyly, with cute dimples on her lips. While taking care of her daughter, the woman peeled the flesh core for the man to eat the bun skin by herself. I sat next to her and watched the family of three quietly, and suddenly felt so warm that she wanted to cry.

This world has always been like this. When you think your heart has been wrapped in cold and hard ice stones and you are invincible, he will gently uncover the curtain and show you the precious love and tenderness of life.

I have been immersed in my negative and dark emotions all day long, and I can't see anything with my blinded eyes. I have long forgotten that love is tolerance and patience are many words that define warmth, but it is definitely not possession by using despicable means.

I threw away something and missed it, and it would be a permanent loss, without ifs or miracles. I have received a lot of blame, and maybe I still bear many unpleasant infamy, but the real pain comes from the bottom of my heart. Someone kept saying to me: Look, this is your retribution.

sorry.
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