Behind the door, a gray-haired woman stood there. She looked at me blankly, and another man's voice came from the room: "Xiuying, who is it?"
Then, a man with half a hundred hair came over. He looked at me and was also stunned there.
Looking at the two of them, one with all white hair and the other with half a hundred hair, my nose suddenly sore, as if to vent my grievances, and as if to regret my impulse, I cried suddenly.
"Mom! Dad!"
Mother's hair is so white that it is difficult to find a few black hairs. When I cried, she cried bitterly, and immediately reached out and hugged me: "Tianyang, my Tianyang..."
I feel the thinness of her body and the warmth of her body. This is the embrace of her mother.
Three years, at this moment, it looks like three lives have passed. I never thought that the feeling of being hugged by my mother would be so good, as if all grievances and all pains would disappear.
Father came over in our cries, and I looked up at him dimly with tears, but when I saw this man who had always been strong and determined in my impression, his eyes were also red. He resisted, sucking the air deeply, but still couldn't control the tears from falling.
Those big hands, as if they were afraid of touching me, lightly rested on my shoulders. He used a little bit of strength, as if feeling whether I really existed. Then, I heard him say: "Very good... Very good..."
I couldn't control my emotions at all, crying dimly. The three of us hugged each other and cried for a long time at the door of the room, and then my father was the first to sort out his emotions. He went back into the house and took out a few handkerchiefs. First he hugged his mother who was crying so weak and wiped her tears gently. Then he handed me the handkerchief and said, "Come in first. Cry outside, it makes people laugh when watching."
The mother cried and beat him on the chest and said: "My son is back, you still like this..."
Father was a little helpless, but he also knew that his mother was crying with joy, and now she doesn't care about anyone except me. I also know that this is Motianling, and it is someone else's site. Always crying here, there will indeed be people watching jokes.
In my mind, those words of Brother Xu couldn't help sounding. I wiped away the tears vigorously, as if to wipe these words and the undue beating smile of Brother Xu from my mind.
The three of us walked into the house, and my father sat down on the side of the bed with his mother, and then looked up at me. His lips moved slightly, wanting to say but not saying. I looked at him and his mother's white hair, and it was the same.
Too many words, I don't know where to start. So, after being silent for a while, I knelt down and knocked three loudly at them.
My mother seemed surprised, jumped up from her sex, came over and helped me up. She took the handkerchief soaked with tears and slapped the ashes on my knees, and said, "This child, stupid, what is this for."
I looked at her with white hair, red eyes and speechless. My mother also knew what I was thinking. She raised her hand to touch her hair, and then said, "When it is white, it will be white. Many young people now want to dye their hair white, but they are not as good-looking as mine. Besides, who Hair is not white when you are old, silly boy, don't think too much."
I nodded vigorously, grabbed her with one hand, and passed the Mu Li in my body. My mother could feel the changes in her body. She looked up at me in surprise. While maintaining the delivery of Mu Li, I said: "I have learned a lot with Daozhen. These things can make you live longer."
"I know that in the past few years, even Daozhen has often helped us to adjust the body, but I don't know why, he just doesn't want to help get the hair color back." The mother complained.
I was startled slightly, and then I realized that my mother had already been in contact with Mu Li. In the few years I slept, even Daozhen has been taking care of them for me, and Mu Li's transportation has not been once or twice.
Muli can make people live longer, can it make people rejuvenate and turn gray hair into black? I'm not very clear about this, and I haven't even said Daozhen, but I feel from my mother's words that Mu Li should be able to do this.
However, Lien Daozhen was unwilling to do that. Why
I only thought for a few seconds, and then vaguely understood what he meant.
The reason why Lien Daojin didn't do that was to make me remember. He hopes to use the changes of my father and mother to remind me, as a son, that no matter what he does, he must think twice, and he must be diligent and active in practice. Because there is him in front of me, but behind me, there are two old people.
The white hair of my parents is a mirror reminding me not to repeat the same mistakes again.
Lian Dao is really hard-hearted. He doesn't like to talk about the great principles of educating people face to face. He prefers to use practical actions to tell others what the truth is.
I am very grateful to him, and I very much agree with his approach.
Mother stood next to me, hugging my arm tightly, as if afraid that I would disappear when I let go. She looked at my face carefully and asked: "Does the headache hurt?"
I shook my head and said, "It doesn't hurt."
The mother stretched out her hand and touched it lightly. She didn't feel the scar. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This child, don't be stupid from now on."
I sighed and said, "This is what I should knock."
"Whether it should be or not, it's all..."
Before the mother had finished speaking, her father interrupted: "What is the matter if the son knocks a few heads for the mother, don't protect him like that."
The mother looked back and stared, and said, "He is not your son? Will you pay for the damage?"
Father opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say a second sentence. My mother looked back at me and said, "Don't listen to him nonsense. Your dad just pretends that he is so angry that he cares about you to death, and he just pretends to be there every day. You are a few dozen years old, pretend to be so strong.
The father lowered his head, raised his eyelids slightly, and said nothing.
I know that my mother’s mood has become very good because of seeing me, and the depression in my heart has naturally disappeared a lot, so I said: "I know that you two are good to me. Dad is right. When you are a son, I will be a son. The size is nothing."
"What a silly boy, you were taken stupid by your dad." The mother deliberately pretended to be unhappy, but her eyes turned into a crooked moon with a smile. We said a few more words. Suddenly, my mother felt like something rang, immediately let go of my arm, turned around and walked outside, saying: "I heard that those martial arts practitioners beat a tiger. I'll go and ask for some tiger bones to make soup for you. Make one up."
My heart is warm, but I feel sad again. I always feel that my mother is like begging for someone in Motianling for me.
I know that a large part of the reason why I have such an idea is because I feel awkward in my heart. But living under the fence does make people think about it.
However, seeing my mother excitedly, I can't say much, so I can only let her go.
Mother left, only my father was left in the room.
My father was sitting in *** and I was standing beside me. Both of us, father and son, were silent.
The atmosphere in the room is a bit dull, just like when I went to school to talk with my father three years ago before I left home for the first time.
After a while, my father finally spoke: "Your mother has been very hard over the years. I don't know how many times you have cried because of your business. If you have time, stay with her."
I hummed. I didn't know how to answer the conversation. My father didn't seem to think of the second topic, and we both fell silent again.
After a while, I asked, "Are you still used to living here?"
Actually, I want to ask if anyone is bullying you. But this is too straightforward, I can't ask.
My father nodded and said, "The world is so chaotic now, and the city is so smoggy, it's not as comfortable as living in the mountains. The air is fresh, and the people here are easy to get along with."
Although it was my father's words in my ears, in my mind, I couldn't help but remember that when I just woke up, Ah San also said this like my father.
Living on the mountain is very good...
Perhaps, what she said was that Motianling lived very well.
Seeing that I was a little distracted, my father asked, "Looking at you, it seems something is on my mind?"
I came back to my senses, I'm ashamed to tell him this, shook my head and said, "It's nothing."
"You..." Father hesitated, but still said, "You should also know that it was not my and your mother's birth."
I was stunned and immediately felt that he might think more, and said: "Although I know, in my heart, you will always be my parents, the only parents."
My father was a little relieved, but also a little dazed. He sighed and said: "We have raised you for eighteen years, always thinking that things will continue like this. Who would have thought that everything has changed in such a short time. "
I looked at my father quietly, knowing that he had something else to say. Sure enough, my father quickly said: "Since I was young, I have been more strict with you than your mother. Do you sometimes hate me? "
I shook my head and said, "No."
Father laughed and said, "Don’t lie to me. In your primary school diary, there were a few articles. I hope that there is only mother and no father in the world, because mother will make delicious chickens, and father will only treat you. When the chicks fight."
I was a little embarrassed, I couldn't help blushing, and said, "That's all the nonsense words of my childhood...
Father smiled and shook his head, and said: "Although it is childish, it also reflects the child's psychology. I have been a teacher for so many years and have brought countless students. Don't you know what you are thinking? Think about it. Those days seem to be just yesterday."
I was silent, and as my father said, I remembered my childhood. Those pasts are completely opposite to my father in my memory. He felt like it just happened yesterday, but I felt like it happened in the previous life.
When my father saw that I stopped saying anything, he asked, "I heard Lian Dao really say, have you seen your second uncle?"
I nodded, hesitated, and said: "Second Uncle... has passed away."
The father was stunned and sighed and said, "I knew it as early as when I saw him come in front of me with blood on his forehead."
I looked at my father and wanted to tell him that the second uncle was still alive at that time, but his soul was separated in a special way. However, I held back this sentence and didn't say it. Because I think that parents are just ordinary people. Then, it is better not to tell them about these unusual things. (End of this chapter)