Why should I be a dutiful son? Can I not be a dutiful son?

After a rescue, money was spent like running water, and my pressure was even greater. I calmed down and my sister and brother-in-law stayed with my father. When I came to the window, I found the autumn wind bleak and the autumn rain continuous. Looking at the lights outside, my heart is boundless desolation. How long will this take? How long can I last like this?

In the evening, JIU ge sent jiaozi over, chatted for a while and left. There are only two nurses in the lobby outside, and the bench I sleep on is as cold and heartless as the autumn wind. I only have a thin quilt, thinking that lying there will catch a cold, so I wander in the corridor of the ward and see if there are any empty beds in other wards out of the corner of my eye. I finally found two empty beds in a ward. There was an old man in bed when I went in. I asked softly if I could rest in it. The old man was very alert and asked me where I was. I asked him to take care of my father here. He smiled and said that I could sleep there.

The old man is a chatterbox. He first asked my father how many young girls he had, and then he talked about the helplessness of being old. It turns out that the old man has three women and one man. He retired early and let his son take over his job. At that time, he can inherit it at work. After the old man left the factory, he lived in the country with his wife, farming, feeding chickens and pigs, and his life was dull and full of happiness. It's just that his wife died in recent years, and he lives alone in the country, lonely and lonely. He said, it's not that his children are unfilial. They all took him there. He didn't want to go, saying that he was free alone. Actually, there is a reason why I don't want to go. Once he lived in his daughter's house for half a month. The food cooked by his daughter is very spicy and has a strong taste. He was not used to it, so he bought cucumbers and shredded cucumber soup. No sooner had he finished cutting silk than his son-in-law came in and refused to let him work, saying that he was a guest, so how could he let the guests cook? As a result, shredded cucumber turned into fried shredded cucumber with good color and flavor. The next day, he insisted on going home, but his son-in-law couldn't stay and had to send him home. Later, my daughter called and asked my father why he left, and if we didn't do well enough. The old man hung up after only one sentence. He said, "If I stay at your house for another two days, I will starve to death, otherwise I will be alone." Alas, who knows the real difficulties of the elderly? Maybe his children are still complaining that his father is eccentric and difficult to get along with.

This time, the old man was ill, so I asked my little daughter to come back and say hello for two days. The youngest daughter takes care of her grandson at her daughter's house, saying that she can only stay for two days. The granddaughter can't live without her and has to cook for her daughter-in-law every day. The old man was angry and said, "then you don't have to come over, just, you have to bless your longevity." The daughter was surprised and asked her father how to say this. The old man replied, "Your daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter can't live without you. Won't your daughter and son-in-law starve to death? "

After all, the youngest daughter came and called home at night. It turned out that my granddaughter didn't sleep without her, clamoring for her grandmother. The old man felt uncomfortable and helpless, and sent his daughter away early on the third day.

He talked to me a lot, saying that an old man had four sons. The old man was paralyzed for two years, and his sons took turns taking care of him for two years. They are impatient. They just send the old people to the old house and send some food in it every day. Six months later, he finally died. The son went in and saw that the old man was dirty and smelly, so dirty that people could not see clearly. Later, the eldest son mentioned that he had been washed in the river.

He told many such stories, and he said that some of them could not be blamed on his children. After all, there has been no dutiful son before the bed for a long time. He also wants to say that if I feel sleepy, I will say sleep. Who knew I snored? He didn't fall asleep all night. The next day, I felt very sorry. He said, "Nothing, you can come back tonight. Anyway, I have slept enough during the day. "

After listening to this sentence, my heart was sour and my eyes were wet. Old man! They are the most lonely and helpless inside. They just want someone to chat with them. What they need is not money, but the warmth and care given by their families.

In the past two days, my father's health has gone from bad to worse, and pain often haunts him. Therefore, he demands more and more from me. Sometimes, because I am also annoyed, my patience is not so good, my tone is a bit excessive, and I even complain. Father endured, and sometimes I felt uncomfortable and sorry when I looked at him like that, so I went to ask him what he wanted, tried my best to satisfy him and tried my best to annoy him.

My father said he wanted to sit down this afternoon. Sitting down is actually a luxury wish for him, because every time he sits down, the result is uncomfortable again and again. We seldom agree to this request. Looking at his pleading eyes today, my heart hurts inexplicably. As soon as my eyes were hot, I promised him.

I put down the guardrail of the hospital bed, gently put down his feet first, and then picked him up face to face. Dad held me in his hands, so tight, so tight, and said to me, "Hey, I'm sorry, dad dragged you down." You have worked hard. Don't worry, dad's life is not long, and he won't drag you down any more. As long as dad is dead, you are relieved. " I hugged my father tightly and tears rolled down his back. I said softly, "it's okay. You're okay. You'll be fine."

My father and son have been hugging for ten minutes. That kind of hug, if we record the picture, must be a touching thing. But when the truth is revealed, who will remember to put on a show? There are only those intoxicated eyes and warm hugs between true feelings. Father asked me if I was tired. I said no. Father said, "I'm tired. Shall we go home? " I put down my father gently, and I said, "Go home if you want." Speaking of going home, my father hesitated again. I said, "Can we go home when you want?"

So the father nodded. Because dad was really tired just now, he fell asleep with a frown. I gently tucked him in, picked up a cigarette and walked to the window of the hospital hall. I lit a cigarette and took a heavy sip, which made my faint sadness drift away with tobacco, autumn wind, flying leaves, swallows going south and in the mournful autumn rain.