Chapter 033 Teacher Wang’s sick man raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Wang Yaru’s eyes and asked with concern: “Teacher Wang, what’s wrong with Yaru?” After asking, Wang Yaru didn’t answer but just sobbed and shed tears.
"Okay, okay, don't cry. Now that my brother is back, there are no obstacles that can't be overcome. Let's go home first!" Mr. Qin said, picking up the old rooster on the ground, holding Wang Yaru's little hand and walking home, and warned:
"Yaru, you are still young and don't know the darkness and insidiousness of society. Don't be fooled by bad people. If you have any trouble, come to me..."
"I understand, man, thank you... I should go cook for my dad..." Wang Yaru said and ran back home. The man wanted to chase after him, but then he thought about it and asked, with this little
I won’t tell you my girl’s temper, so I’d better go home and ask my mother!
When the men came into the house carrying the old rooster, my mother was busy cooking in the house. Seeing this, the men quickly stepped forward and took the pot from the old lady's hand and said: "Mom, we can do these things. You
Rest with dad, why should you worry at such an old age!"
"Xiao Er, come and let mom take a look..." The man's mother grabbed her son's hand with a calloused hand and burst into tears as she choked: "You have suffered a lot in these seven years?"
"Oh, it's okay, Mom, it's not okay for me. Look, I'm getting stronger and stronger!" The man held back the tears that kept rolling in his eyes. In the past seven years, from the day he entered the dormitory, no matter how painful or dangerous it was,
, he had never cried, but when he was held by his mother's weather-beaten hands, he could no longer hold back. They all said that raising children is to prevent old age, but he was delayed for seven years.
"Hey...it's been a hard time for my child..." the old lady touched her son's resolute face and sighed, that was a big prison, seven years is not so easy to endure.
At this time, the old man sitting next to him scolded with red eyes: "You old woman, why are you crying? Didn't our waiter come out? We are only twenty-three, and we have a long time to come!"
"Yes, yes, it's out. It's good when it's out... It's good when it's out. You should be happy... happy..." The old lady muttered and wiped away her tears and looked at her son lovingly.
"Mom, don't worry, you and dad, I will never let you worry again in the future!" The man looked at his parents firmly and promised, then picked up the pot and washed it: "Don't worry, Mom, I just bought an old rooster.
, make some chicken soup for my brother to replenish his health."
As Mr. Qin said that, he turned and walked out of the house. The moment he turned around, he could no longer hold back. Two drops of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes. In the past seven years, he has been worthy of his country and himself. He only has regrets for his parents and family.
Mr. Qin vowed to let his parents and family live a good life!
After making a fire, boiling water, killing the chicken, and plucking the feathers, the man put the aniseed ingredients given by the chicken dealer when buying the chicken into the pot together with the chicken. While adding wood to the stove, he chatted with his parents and thought of
The scene at the door of the house just now asked: "Mom, is Teacher Wang sick?"
"Have you heard about it?" The old lady looked at the man and sighed: "Hey, it's so hard for daughter Yaru. She has lost her mother since she was a child, and now her father has this fatal disease..."
"What's the disease, Mom?" the man asked. In fact, he had already guessed it in his mind.
"It was said to be lung cancer. When it was discovered, it was already at an advanced stage. The doctor said that the disease could not be cured and could only be worn out. We should live one day at a time. We are not hospitalized now. I heard that the medical expenses for a day cost seven to eight hundred.
Do you know where that little girl Yaru got so much money..." the old lady said.
Wang Yaru’s father was Mr. Qin’s Chinese teacher in junior high school. I remember that when I was in the middle school in the north of the city, he cared for me very much. I was especially impressed by his breezy backbone and his hearty smile as if it were yesterday.
He still remembers this vividly, because the two families were neighbors, and the man often went to him to ask questions. He couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't Teacher Wang's health in good shape, mom? How do you say he fell down when he fell?"
"Okay? His health is not good...for so many years, he has served Yaru as both a father and a mother, and often stayed up late for his students, so his body will collapse sooner or later. Fortunately, Yaru is now in college and has grown up.
Now that she is a grown up, he can leave peacefully..." The old lady waved her hands and said to the men.
"Has Yaru gone to college?" The man asked in surprise. He remembered that when he entered, the little girl had not yet entered junior high school. In the blink of an eye, she was now a college student.
"Isn't that right? In our Heyang University, you don't know that the little girl Yaru, the sophomore, is very up to date. When she took the college entrance examination, she got the first place in Chengbei District and said she could go to some famous university in Beijing.
But the little girl went to Heyang University to take care of her father and made Teacher Wang very angry. Such sensible girls are rare nowadays!" The old lady told the men about those dusty past events one by one.
The man nodded: "Ya Ru is indeed quite sensible. By the way, Mom, where is Teacher Wang hospitalized?"
"It's the hospital where your eldest brother lives. Yesterday, I heard your sister-in-law telling me that she should cook more for Teacher Wang and Yaru today. The family is very poor, and Yaru can't do it even if she knows how to do it.
Money to buy..." The old lady thought for a while and replied.
"Mom, this chicken soup will be stewed in a while and I will bring it to Teacher Wang. You look at Huo Mama, and I will call Yaru!" The man said as he walked out of the yard and walked into Teacher Wang's house.
It was already dusk at this time, and the light was getting darker. The already desolate courtyard looked even more desolate under the northwest wind. A few wisps of smoke came out of the house. When the men walked in, they saw Wang Yaru squatting there making millet porridge.
Because the draft kept blowing into the room, I couldn't stop coughing.
"Don't do it Yaru, let's go to my brother's house, he's done it!" The man took the firewood from Wang Yaru's hand and put it into the bottom of the pot, then picked up the thermos bucket on the case.
"Brother, I...I still have to deliver food to my dad..." The little girl looked at the man stubbornly and went to light the fire again.
"Brother already knows Yaru. Don't worry. Teacher Wang will definitely get better with you here. Let's go. I'll stew chicken soup and go to the hospital to deliver it to your brother Qin Jiang later. I just happened to go see Teacher Wang. I haven't seen him in seven years.
Yes, I really want to..." The man said and took Wang Yaru's little hand and walked out of the house.
At this time, Wang Yaru felt warm in her heart. Although she didn't know how to express it, she firmly believed that as long as her man was around, everything would be fine. Just like when she was a child, no one could bully her as long as her man was around.
Thinking of holding my man's big hand tightly, an inexplicable sense of security arises from the bottom of my heart.
After boiling the chicken soup and having two bowls of it with Wang Yaru and her parents, the men took the two thermos buckets of chicken soup that their mother had filled and rushed to Heyang People's Hospital with Wang Yaru in the dusk...