Romantic Love Letter - C177

The 28th of January was an unlucky day for Zi Peng. At 1: 40 that morning, my mother died at the age of 81, due to a worsening of the illness.

When Zi Peng saw his mother gasping for breath, tears streamed down his face, and he knew that his mother was done for. At this time, everyone in the house was present, and only Wen Zhan was far from home and had yet to arrive.

Seeing this, Zi Peng hurriedly called her sister-in-law and Chun Lan over to help his mother get dressed. The shroud had been made by his mother when she was alive, and it had been more than 10 years. Due to the good safekeeping, it looked like a new one. After putting on their clothes, everyone carried their mother from the kang to the wooden board on the ground. Zi Peng couldn’t help but shed two streams of tears, crying out loud for her sister and his three children.

At this moment, Zi Peng’s heart was unable to calm down. His mother had worked hard all her life for the four of them. She had broken her waist and suffered a lot. After raising them up, she gave them to study. Especially since his elder brother was a student in the same era as the internal wars. At home, they ate a meal without a break, the landlord forced rent, the Kuomintang forced taxes, life was very difficult. Even in this situation, his parents still allowed his big brother to study … When it was time for Zi Peng to study, the condition of his family was slightly better. Because at that time, shortly after liberation, the family was given a house and a place to live. His mother worked so hard for the four of them to study. When Wen Zhan went to school, life improved a little. At that time, however, it was three years of natural disasters. At home, eating without food and wearing nothing was not an easy thing to do even for a student …

As Zi Peng thought of this, unstoppable tears began to flow out like a fountain. He did not cry out loud. Instead, he used his handkerchief to wipe his tears away, letting the tears flow freely onto the handkerchief.

At this moment, how could Zi Peng not remember the benefits his mother had brought him? It was the summer of 1961, and the family of five lived in a shack on a hill in five rows. Zi Peng went up the mountain to peel the elm bark. After being chopped, dried and ground, he then went to the mill to grind it into a fine flour. Come back and make a pancake as big as two big bowls and as thick as a centimeter. He put them in a pot and cooked them. His family didn’t want to eat them. Mother told Zi Peng to sell in the market. At this moment, Zi Peng was already 17 years old. But because of malnutrition, development is not good, the height is less than 1.5 meters tall. He took the cookies to the market and sold them for five cents each. Soon they were sold out, for a total of twelve yuan. He spent 3 yuan to buy half a catty of red wine from the Taoyuan Supply and Marketing Association. He tasted it and felt that it was very sweet. Thus, he quickly drank half a catty of red wine. How could he be so forgiving? His alcohol tolerance was too great. After a while he felt light-headed and dizzy, and he felt that he was too ashamed to go home to his mother. Thus, he staggered down the road. When he arrived at a dilapidated warehouse in the Power plant cafeteria, he was lying on a pile of grass, completely drunk. When he woke up, the sky was already bright. He had never thought that his mother would be so anxious when he didn’t return home last night. Mother searched the entire Taoyuan, but she couldn’t find her disappointing son. So my mother went home and cried all night, and did not sleep all night. The next morning, when Zi Peng came back listlessly, his mother was still crying. When he saw his mother in this state, he went up to her and fell to his knees, hugging her legs and crying loudly. As he cried, he recounted what happened yesterday. Finally, he said:

“Mother, it’s all your son’s fault. If you can vent your anger, then give me a beating.” “Mother, I will never dare to anger you again. I will never make you angry again.”

His mother wanted to give Zipeng a good beating when he returned to vent her anger. Who knew he was the first to strike? Who knew he did it first, which caught her off guard. Now the mother looked at her thin, small, dark son and her anger was gone. She held Zi Peng up and said:

“Child, it’s not that mother didn’t want to hit you, it’s just that you admitted your mistake first. How could Mother bear to hit you when she saw you like this? “Alright, child, don’t do anything stupid in the future. Quickly come into the house, wash your face and eat dinner later.”

At this moment, how could Zi Peng not thank his mother for her kindness? Tears streaming down his face, he said to his mother,

“Thank you mother for your kindness. From now on, I promise not to anger mother again. I promise to listen to mother.”

After saying that, the mother and son both smiled …

Now that Zipeng thought about it, he felt that his mother was so kind; that she was so great; that she was so kind. But the kind mother, the great mother, the kind mother, had finally left him and gone on her own. How could he not be filled with grief at this moment?

On the morning of the 28th of January, 1994, the Family and friends of Zi Peng had arrived. The main leaders of the refractory plant had also arrived.

When she saw that her mother had passed away, she could not help but feel a great deal of grief. She knelt in front of her mother’s mourning hall and burst into tears. She cried that she did not see her mother for the last time; she cried that she did not spend more time with her mother; she cried that she had lost a good mother who loved her; she cried that she had not been filial for her mother. At this time, Chun Lan and his eldest daughter Cheng Hua came over to help Lixia up. They gave her a handkerchief and let her wipe her tears. Chun Lan said:

“Little sister, no matter how much you cry, mother will not be able to revive you. Please grieve.”

Lixia never thought that her mother would leave her for good after only two days. She wiped away her tears and said:

“The day before yesterday, when I came to celebrate my mother’s 81st birthday, my mother was in good spirits. It’s only been two days and Mother has already left. If you know it’s going to be like this, then I really shouldn’t have left. I should be here accompanying her more often, but now, it’s too late for anything. ”

Wasn’t that how Chun Lan thought in her heart? But things were so merciless. As she thought of this, she continued,

“Little sister, mother was still talking about you before she died. She was really reluctant to part with you.”

At this moment, Lixia was crying once again. After hearing Chun Lan’s words, she said while choking on her sobs:

“Big sister, I have never had a single family member in my life, so when my mother passed away, I felt very miserable. I think it’s a blessing in my life to have a kind and kind mother. “But I didn’t expect that mother would leave in just a year. How could I not feel upset?”

At this moment, Zi Peng also came over to persuade Lixia, and everyone came over to persuade her. Only then did she stop crying …

His mother’s body was kept at home for three days. On the fourth day, the funeral home came to take care of the cremation …

When his mother left, Zi Peng felt as if there were quite a few things missing from the room. The interior of the room was obviously empty. Zi Peng felt mixed emotions in his heart. It wasn’t the same thing. Ever since Zi Peng was born, he and his mother had been mutually dependent on each other. Till Zi Peng grew up and became an adult, earning points and earning money to support his mother, he was still living with her. Among the three of them, the eldest brother told the mother to go and the mother to stay for a week before returning. The younger brother told the mother to go and the mother to stay for a week before returning. Mother said:

“Nothing is as convenient as my own home. It’s better to stay at home.”

From then on, his mother didn’t go there, she only stayed with Zi Peng.

Zi Peng had turned from a skinny, short, and black kid to a handsome youth. He was well aware of the hardships his mother had gone through in the past. Therefore, he was always respectful to his mother and always consulted her about anything; he was always amiable to his mother and never made her angry.

His living conditions were now better. For his mother, he would often buy fish and meat from home. The rice and flour would never stop. He knew his mother was bitter at night, so he bought bananas, oranges and the like. Let your mother wake up at night and eat some fruit to relieve the bitter taste in your mouth…

When Zipeng was in a car accident in 1992, his mother saw him not come back for two days and two nights, and she did not sleep for two days and two nights. The longing in his heart; the hope in his heart; the worry in his heart. It made his mother’s heart clench and hang in the air. It wasn’t until the afternoon of the 14th that Zi Peng came home to visit her mother. When her mother saw that he was fine, she felt relieved.

When Zi Peng was a Secretary of Branch in the village, he had to hang out outside often. Sometimes, when she came home late, her mother would not eat. She would go out all the way and wait for him to come back. Only then did she start eating …

When Zipeng was the Secretary of Branch, he had visited Shandong several times, traveled a few times, and went to work abroad several times. His mother had always been worried for him. When her mother was still alive, she would often say to Zi Peng:

“Child, there is an old saying that goes well. ‘A child travels a thousand miles and his mother is worried, but his mother is a thousand miles away’.”

As a result, her mother’s worry for Zi Peng became a major concern of hers. That was in the autumn of 1990. Zi Peng, Deng Chunming and the others went on a tour to the south. His mother had worried for him for more than 20 days at home, eating badly and sleeping badly every day. It was only when Zi Peng came back that his mother finally smiled. Thus, Zi Peng’s relationship with his mother was pure to the extreme.

Today, if she departed, would his heart be at peace? Could his heart feel better? …