I didn’t know how to face my mother’s eyes that were swollen from crying, or whether I should look at my father’s red eyes. The two sisters were silent, with tears rolling in their eyes, just because my master said:

"I will ask Sanwa'er to find you when I have time, but I can't tell you where we are in Beijing. Sanwa'er is destined not to be reunited with his family more, at least until he is 39 years old."

This is not because my master is ruthless, but because I am destined. If I am greedy for family affection, it will only bring more karma to my family and harm them.

My family members all know this truth and respect my master without any complaints.

It's just that this reluctance is a feeling that cannot be suppressed no matter what.

The atmosphere at home was a little silent and a little depressing. This was what Master and I had expected before we went down the mountain. After discussing the matter of going home yesterday, I had been feeling uneasy, but I still had to face it after all.

"Sir, when you get home later, let me explain everything. It will be better this way. When the time comes, remember not to cry, and try to be calm and positive, so as not to make your parents feel even more uncomfortable." This is Master.

What he told me on the way down the mountain.

Although at this moment, I was too sad to face my parents, I still endured it and acted very calm. I wanted to speak to comfort and say something, but I didn’t dare to speak for fear of being disturbed.

When he opened his mouth, tears fell.

My dad coughed heavily, and my mom got up hurriedly and went to the back room. After a while, I saw my mom had washed her face and came out, with a thick stack of money in her hand.

There were no 100-yuan notes at that time, and Unity (10 yuan) was the largest denomination, so this stack of money was really thick.

My mother put the wad of money into Old Man Jiang's hand and said: "Master Jiang, in these years, apart from paying tuition for Sanwa'er and occasionally buying some clothes, all the food and clothing expenses for Sanwa'er have been paid for by you.

I'm worried, you helped open this shop, and you never asked us to pay back the money, so it's time for us to repay it. Now his father and I are well off, and our two daughters have gone to college, and the state is helping us.

Take the ten thousand yuan."

Ten thousand yuan was a very large number at that time. The adjectives people used to describe wealthy families were households with ten thousand yuan. You can imagine how much money this was.

My master didn’t say anything, but kept counting the money. After counting part of the money, he handed it back to my mother: "Xiuyun, Lao Chen, I only want 5,000. I am already very embarrassed about the 5,000. It is too much for me."

I won’t explain it. After all, there are some expenses for food and clothing, and my three children are studying abroad.”

In fact, I know that the medicinal soup that Master makes for me every night is quite expensive. He is worried that I will stop taking medicine, otherwise he will not even ask for 5,000 yuan.

My mother insisted on putting the remaining 5,000 yuan back into my master's hands, but my master refused in anger: "Is there no way to make money? He follows me, just like my son, so you can rest assured."

Okay. I know you have made some money over the years, but the newly opened store needs turnover. If you keep it, if you insist on giving it to me, I will be angry."

My parents were very afraid that Old Man Jiang would be angry, so they had no choice but to remain silent and took back the money.

Later I found out that the 10,000 yuan was almost all of my parents’ savings, even the money for purchasing goods was put into it, so I could borrow some from my neighbors in case of difficulties.

Master went back to the mountain after lunch. He asked me to stay at home for three days and come back to the mountain to find him after three days.

I understand Master's painstaking efforts. He wants me to stay with my parents again.

During those three days, I suppressed my sadness, tried my best to pretend to be happy, and told my parents some interesting things, and intermittently some stories about the Tomb of Hungry Ghosts. They loved hearing it.

Seeing them listening attentively, I feel even more painful in my heart. God knows how much my son wants to be with you. Even if he just comes back from school every day and talks to you about the trivial things in school, it is fine, although it is not as good as Tomb of the Hungry Ghost.

, ghosts and other exciting things, but I feel happy.

During those three days, I tried my best to eat every dish my mother cooked. My mother liked to watch me gobble it up, so I would cook it for her. As long as she was happy, even if I was too sad sometimes to eat it.

, I eat it too.

During those three days, I spent the whole afternoon fishing with my dad, even though I was so impatient about fishing before. I also played chess with my dad, even though I had already practiced it in the mountains.

He has good chess skills, but my father is terrible at chess. I still accompany him, and I am very happy to accompany him.

During those three days, I went shopping with my two sisters. Even if they were just looking and not buying, I would accompany them patiently. I liked them walking on the street with their arms around me, and I also liked their sweet smiles and questions.

I, Sanwa'er, does this look good?

Every night, I personally wash the feet of my parents. Every night, I go to chat with my eldest sister and my second sister.

I can't express in words how much I love them, so I can only do more, and do more, and suddenly I understand the sadness of having a child who wants to be raised, but cannot be loved. I also suddenly understand, the blood is thick.

in water.

Occasionally when I can't sleep, I feel bitter and indescribably desolate. When will I be able to eat my mother's cooking again? When will I be able to have my father hold me in his arms again? I'll grow taller again.

Three days later, I left. After this farewell, I don’t know how long it will take before my family can be reunited. Since Master did not reveal his address, my family and I couldn’t even write letters to communicate. I don’t know how helpless this is. I just think of it.

As a parent, I feel worried if I don’t even know what my son is doing outside.

My mother didn't say anything more. She just handed a large bag of luggage to me. I knew that it contained clothes for all seasons that she urgently bought for me. She said that her son went to Beijing and couldn't wear anything that would be embarrassing.

After I took the luggage, my mother came into the house and I knew she was crying.

My two sisters hugged me tightly, with tears on my face. Later I discovered that they had stuffed money into my pockets, which totaled more than 300 yuan. I knew

That's the pocket money they saved.

This money is definitely a lot for someone without a job. My two beautiful sisters don’t like to dress up. It turns out that they have already thought of saving money for me to leave.

My attentive second sister even wrote a small note, which said, don’t treat yourself badly when you go to Beijing, because I’m afraid that if you don’t have money to buy snacks, you’ll be embarrassed if you just look at me stupidly.

When I saw it, I wanted to laugh. I am so old, how could I look at snacks in a daze? But somehow, a drop of cold water wet the note.

It was my dad who sent me to the station. He rolled out his bike early and was waiting for me. When I said goodbye to my mother and the others, my dad habitually patted the back seat of the bike and said, "Come on,

Son, get on the bike. When dad gets old, I don’t know if he will be able to ride again."

I don’t cry, I can’t cry. I gritted my teeth until they hurt, so I forced myself to put on a smile and jumped onto the back seat of my dad’s bicycle pretending to be happy. There were so many weekends when he drove me home like this.

, but next time, can he still carry it?

Thinking of this, my heart is shaking because I am holding back tears. My parents, will they be old when I see them again?

The winter wind blew my father's hair, and I clearly saw a lot of white hair, and my tears finally fell down.

"Sanwa'er." Dad was pedaling the car and talking.

"Yeah." I wiped away my tears and tried to speak as normally as possible, but my voice still couldn't help but tremble.

"Do you know why men age faster than women and work harder than women?"

"Why?"

"Because men don't shed tears easily. Even if it bleeds, don't cry easily. If you are in a crying mood, it's better to behave like a human being! This is dad's wish, do you understand?"

"Got it." I nodded. I knew that my father knew that I was crying. He was trying different ways to comfort me and also put forward his hopes for me, hoping that I would not embarrass the Chen family in Beijing.

"Actually" my father's voice paused.

"Actually what?"
Chapter completed!