Muted

Chapter 16

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When the wound was almost healed, Aunt Li came to see me, and brought my clothes, ID card, bank card, etc. that I had left at home with me. Aunt Li's husband was injured on the construction site. It wasn't serious, but life was inconvenient. 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, so she had already visited it.

"The conditions there are pretty good, you don't have to worry." Aunt Li sat by my bed and peeled an apple for me.

"Well, I'll go see her after I'm discharged from the hospital." I felt a little relieved after hearing what Aunt Li said.

"Is the person who helped you your friend? He's really nice." Aunt Li asked suddenly as she handed me the apple. I knew she was talking about Yi Tian, and I was stunned for a while, not knowing how to answer, so I forced myself to smile and nod to her. I didn't want to continue talking, so I hurriedly changed the topic, "I will trouble you to visit my mother during the Chinese New Year and bring her food and chat with her. I don't have anything, I just have some money left on the card , you take it, the password is..." I said and handed her the bank card.

"What are you doing!" Aunt Li suddenly stood up and pushed the card back, "You are still sick, and you will need money to live well when you get well, so keep it by yourself."

"Buying things also requires money. 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 over the card.

Aunt Li froze for a moment, and asked me with some doubts: "Xiao Mu, do you have any plans for the future?"

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

Aunt Li still wanted to persuade me, but she didn't say anything when she saw my expression, she just sighed and said, "If I didn't have any surgery at the beginning, maybe...maybe..." Her voice choked up, and her eyes turned red.

I know that Aunt Li still blames me a little in her heart, and she still doesn't know where I went when I disappeared for a few days. If I hadn't disappeared for no reason, my mother would not have had an accident. Seeing that I was hurt, she felt sympathy and didn't ask anything. I don't want to explain too much, no matter how much I say, people will never come back.

In the end, Aunt Li still didn't accept the card, she just told me to take good care of my wounds and left in a hurry. She still had to catch a train, and she still had concerns about her in another city.

I haven't seen Yi Tian since I woke up last time, but the two women who came with him will show up every meal time, bring me meals, clean the room, help me change my hospital clothes and so on. I know that these are Yi Tian's arrangements, he didn't do this out of any concern, probably because he doesn't want me to pester him with the injury in the future. It's meaningless to care about these things, and it might cause his misunderstanding, so I didn't think much about it and accepted it calmly.

After dinner and getting the doctor's consent, I walked downstairs slowly and sat in the garden of the hospital to enjoy the breeze. After lying on the bed for a long time, my body feels uncomfortable, it hurts everywhere I touch it like rust, and the ward is also stuffy, and I feel depressed after staying for a long time. People around came and went in a hurry, there were sick-faced patients being supported by their family members, and doctors in white coats striding past with medical records in their hands, and there was a gust of wind behind them.

I was the only one sitting quietly, even thinking about observing others.

"Little rabbit, darling..." The crisp and tender voice next to me caught my attention. I turned my head to look and found a mother and daughter sitting on the other side of my bench. It seemed that the 3 or 4-year-old girl was facing My direction sat sideways in her mother's arms and sang. Seeing me staring at her, she immediately buried her face in her mother's arms shyly. Her mother noticed her movement and turned her head to look at me. I showed her a kind smile, and she nodded and smiled in a daze. At this time, the little girl quietly exposed her head, and looked at me curiously with her big round, grape-like black eyes. After thinking about it, I simply sat on their side, maintaining a polite but at the same time allowing them Hear me from a distance.

"You sing really well, can you sing another one?" I slightly lowered my head and smiled as I talked to the little girl, and she blushed and quickly buried her head in her mother's arms, leaving me a lovely round head.

"Uncle praises you, why don't you sing a song for uncle." Her mother lowered her head to persuade her, but she still refused to raise her head, her little hands were still tightly grasping her mother's clothes. I smiled and didn't force her. Hearing her mother speak with a foreign accent, I simply chatted with her mother.

It turned out that the little girl was 4 years old this year and had a congenital heart disease. Her parents were both farmers in the countryside. This time, the two couples simply sold everything they could sell in their hometown and borrowed some money from relatives and took all their savings to the provincial capital to perform surgery on her. Now they rented a basement near the hospital to take care of their children. The child's mother had a calm face when she told me about it, and occasionally teased the child with a smile, without any sad expression of bitterness and hatred.

I was a little surprised. To be honest, I watched too many news reports. I always felt that the people in the village valued the inheritance of the family, and they were more or less patriarchal. I didn’t expect this couple to put everything on their daughter. On the body, there is no retreat for myself. Thinking of this, I feel superficial. Children from rich families are precious, and children from poor families are also precious. There is no difference. Besides, the love of parents for their children and the importance of children to a family, how can people like me guess and comment.

The little girl pouted and sang softly. I squeezed her little hand and comforted her softly: "Now that science is advanced, this operation is nothing. The child will grow up healthy and healthy."

"As long as she is well, we don't ask for anything. It doesn't matter if the house is gone or the land is gone, as long as she is well."

I froze there.

This woman has an ordinary appearance, wearing a khaki sweater and an old black coat with poor fabric. Her thick fingers holding the child make her look like someone who often does farm work. Such an ordinary person who may not have much culture, but said something that made my eyes warm in an instant.

Just then the child's father also came, and he bought several big meat buns for his wife and daughter, while the tall and strong man was sitting beside him, gnawing on steamed buns. The couple politely wanted to invite me to eat steamed stuffed buns, so I quickly thanked them with a smile and told them that I had already had dinner.

The little girl with an oily mouth while eating meat buns peeked at me from time to time, probably because I had talked to her mother for a while, and occasionally she smiled shyly at me, showing a cute dimple at the corner of her mouth. While looking after her daughter, the woman peeled the meat cores for the man to eat the bun skin. I sat by and watched the family of three quietly, and suddenly felt so warm that I wanted to cry.

The world has always been like this. Just when you think your heart has been wrapped in cold ice and you are invincible, he will gently lift the veil again to show you the precious love and tenderness in life.

I used to be immersed in my negative and dark emotions all day long, and I couldn’t see anything with my blinded eyes. I had long forgotten that love is tolerance and patience. There are many words that define warmth, but it is definitely not possession by using despicable means.

I lost and missed something, then it is lost forever, no ifs or miracles. I have received quite a lot of blame, and maybe I have been burdened with a lot of ugly names, but the real pain comes from the bottom of my heart. Someone kept telling me: Look, this is your retribution.

sorry.

Very very sorry.