My mother is seventy years old, and she can no longer listen to what I say. She speaks softly and doesn’t notice it at all, and still goes her own way. She speaks in a louder voice, because walls have ears, and she is afraid that the neighbors will hear me and think that I am He is rebellious and dares to rebuke his elders; even if he occasionally raises his voice with a word or a half, he will regret it and feel guilty later. I blamed myself over and over again in my heart: "How can I say that about my mother? How can I say that? No matter how bad my mother is, she is still a close relative, how can I let my son say whatever he wants? You are still a scholar!"

Just say the Spring Festival the year before last. Bar. There were several snowfalls in the twelfth lunar month, one layer after another, and it had not completely melted by the New Year's Eve. It was expected to be cold and the roads were slippery, and there were no relatives or friends around to look after me. How could I feel at ease? I dug the furnace in advance, replaced it with a brand new iron chimney, prepared coal, and chopped a large pile of dry firewood for the stove and placed it under the eaves.

Before going out, I raised my fingers and told my mother: "Eat, sleep, watch TV, and don't worry about anything else. Remember it. Don't walk around, don't go to the alley, wait." "I'll go out when the weather is clear."

"You've muttered eight times, but you're not deaf. You treat me like a child. I don't know what's going on. It's really..." The mother was angrily, obviously a little annoyed. I said, "Take the baby away quickly, or there will be no shuttle bus after dark. Don't forget to stay home. I can take good care of your dad and me."

I said this at noon on the third day of the Lunar New Year, when I returned to my hometown. After paying New Year's greetings to my parents, I'm going back to my home in the city. But two days later, on the night of the fifth day of the first lunar month, my mother had a bumpy journey from her hometown in the small mountain village of Zhaojin to the county town where I was located. She lay on an unfamiliar bed in the orthopedic hospital and accepted the grievances of an old doctor with all white hair. Total therapy. I understand that this is the Chinese New Year season, and everyone who works overtime is probably a little bit emotional.

"What happened?" The doctor looked at the cracks on the film and asked.

"In the morning, I pulled the poplar tree knot on the bank of the ground. It was only a little bit of bark. It was so difficult to pull. When I tried hard, my soles slipped and I fell ***. I squatted and my right arm rested on the stone... ..." Mother forced a smile and pretended not to care.

"What are you doing, do you want you to pull firewood?" The doctor gave my wife and I a sharp look, implying that we failed to take good care of the old man.

"Blame me, blame me... It's none of the baby's business. The kids have prepared everything. It's just that I'm too old and stupid to not listen to advice..." My mother was afraid that I would be wronged, even though her hands hurt. Still twitching at the corner of his mouth, he said, "I think the stove consumes too much coal, so I want to pull back the tree roots, chop them into knots and continue burning... You don't know, the kids just bought a house, and money is tight, can I Save a little, who would have expected this... Hey, I'm so lucky... I'm so lucky this year." My mother was filled with regret, her words hanging heavy on her head.

"Humph! What kind of firewood are you pulling? Hu Chengli (doing things randomly) will make people's lives miserable for years to come!" The doctor said in a stubborn voice. I knew that the "person" in the doctor's words was not just adding one more patient to him, but my wife and I were included. Think about it, if the mother is sick, how can there be any reason for her children not to wait at her bedside?

The mother lowered her head and placed her chin on her chest, like a primary school student who had made a mistake, but she was still a little dissatisfied and muttered to herself: "Who knew that a fall would be necessary? If you know that, why bother to pull firewood? It’s not worth it even for a golden lion kid. It costs money and hurts. Oh! Who knows that you will fall..."

The doctor held up the pat. The film came and I looked at it from left to right. My wife and I held our breaths. You looked at me and I looked at you. I didn’t know whether the hexagram-like film contained blessings or misfortunes. Mother raised her head and looked at the dark "plastic cardboard" (film) covered with mystery. But most of all, he was staring at the doctor's face, trying to find any clue from the lines, but the doctor's face was frosty, and his mouth was closed like a tight beer cap, which would not open without prying.

The mother couldn't figure out the reason, so she had to be cautious and asked softly: "Doctor, it doesn't matter... right?" The mother deliberately tried to be generous and relaxed.

"It doesn't matter? How did you know it doesn't matter! If you were half a day late, you would be in big trouble!" The doctor seemed to be a bit pretentious, and his voice made the film vibrate, "You are lucky, your wrist is broken. Put a plaster on it and hang it around the neck for a month."

My mother's nervous eyes instantly relaxed, like a punctured balloon, and my wife and I's hearts hit the ground.

Before putting on a cast, you must first set your bones. Bone setting is the process of repositioning dislocated bones through traction. This was a strenuous job. The doctor asked the mother to stand in the center of the ward, move her arms, roll up her sleeves, hold the mother's sick hand, and squeeze it slightly, causing a "yah" in the mother's throat. The doctor squeezed it, grasped it tightly with both hands, and with a little force, the mother dragged her feet like a bamboo pole and followed her.

"No! You are too thin, weightless, as light as a leaf." "Come in, son!" The doctor told me to hug my mother's waist from behind. The doctor continued to exert force, and the mother's mouth made a hissing sound and the corners of her mouth twitched. I really couldn't bear to drag my mother back and forth. Once I was discouraged, my mother became a grass in the wind and was dragged by the doctor until she staggered.

"You are really a jobber, young man, you are not as strong as an old man like me... Where is my wife?" The doctor glanced at his wife, "Why are you standing there in a daze? Go and help from behind!" The wife could not bear to do it anymore. Look, how dare you add insult to injury, be submissive and hesitate to move forward.

"Don't wait, hurry up and get treatment, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

My wife couldn't stand the doctor's persuasion, which sounded like scolding, and hesitantly turned behind me. Hold my waist. Just like that, my wife, my wife, and the fat doctor sandwiched my mother in the middle. The four of us formed a long "one" shape, and six arrogant and powerful hands tore my mother's thin body apart, which reminded me of New Year paintings. The scene of the fat doll pulling out carrots. Mother's face was as white as paper, without any blood, and half of it was distorted, but she kept her teeth clenched and remained silent.

"One - two! Harder!" The doctor actually shouted, "One - two! Harder!"

I hugged my mother who looked like a straw and almost wanted to She shed tears. The children on the side had never seen the scene. They were so frightened that they stamped their feet and raised their hands and cried: "Wow - don't hit grandma, - don't hit my grandma..."

Finally regained his position, The doctor applied unpleasant yellow syrup to the injured area, put on a pale plaster, wrapped thick gauze in circles, wrapped the injured arm with a belt, wrapped it around the neck and hung it on the chest. This hand is completely imprisoned. Mother seemed to be a complete invalid. I prescribed a lot of sling bottles and oral medications. I carried it in my bag, and my wife and I helped my mother out of the hospital, and we took the car back to my home in the city.

"Mom is so stubborn. She didn't listen to what others said. Even though she was well injured, her right hand still remains. Now it's inconvenient to even eat and go to the toilet." In the evening, my wife complained a little while avoiding her mother. .

"Old people are all like this. Thinking of saving money for us, they are reluctant to burn coal and pull the roots of trees. Instead, they stick to the book. They did something bad with good intentions. Fortunately, the injury was not serious. If he fell, I might not be able to get out of bed for a year and a half, and that would be troublesome... Let's take more care of them, and they will get better soon," I comforted my wife.

"We can't leave her alone anymore. If it's like what you said, what should we do? The workplace is so busy. It depends on the status of asking for leave. Who will take care of it... Anyway, we have to let mom remember this lesson. That's good."

"Yes! You have to remember the lesson." I looked at my wife and said firmly.

After this, my wife and I stayed by my mother’s side and told stories whenever we had free time, and we chose all fresh examples.

I learned from a fellow villager that someone in the neighboring village had been injured in a fall, so I immediately told my mother in a serious tone and with added jealousy: "Mom, the mother of Genbao in the hougou has a fracture."

"The man who broke his bone the day before yesterday fell while fighting a mouse in the middle of the night, injuring his pelvis and thigh. The doctor said he should not get off the bed for the rest of the year!"

"Alas—— Xianren, what should we do? The youngest has not even married yet. "This Genbao has a very good heart and is very familiar with his mother. The mother had a worried look on her face after hearing this: "It's still her fault for not being careful. A rat can do a lot of damage and run away without giving a shout. The offender will come and kill her. That's good. Instead of eating dog meat, it even has an iron rope attached to it."

"Yes, yes!" My wife and I sang together.

My wife and I cited no less than eight examples like this. They are all well-founded and based on real people. The mother's eyebrows furrowed after hearing this. After a while, she seemed to have understood the meaning, and muttered to herself: "Who knows about falling? If you know that, why are you pulling firewood for a golden lion baby?" I’m too lazy to take it, it’s not worth it, it’s expensive and it hurts, oh! Who knows what will happen...”

I know that my mother is deeply uneasy about her own affairs. A trace of desolation suddenly passed through my heart.

One month later, the gauze was removed and the plaster was removed. The doctor told my mother not to move her right hand too much, not to roll out noodles, not to carry buckets, not to carry heavy objects, and to rest for at least half a year. Even if it's completely healed, you can't do too heavy a job. You have to be careful. My wife and I stayed with my mother for a while. Mother said nothing and refused to stay. She walked around in circles in the living room, nagging that the vegetable patch at home was deserted, that the reed chicken laid eggs randomly and was picked up by the dog girl, and that father had never been in a pot in his life. It's been a few months, and I don't know how to eat, or how to heal my body after being exhausted.

I sent my mother back to her hometown in Zhaojin, deep in the mountains. Before leaving, my wife repeatedly warned her. The mother did not nag this time. She knew that her poking a child had caused trouble for the whole family. She took the child, looked at us, and said very calmly: "As the saying goes, if you don't stumble, you don't grow wise. This time it's ingrained in your bones." Now, I won’t be confused again. You can go with ease.” There was a rare sincerity in his words.

The day before the Dragon Boat Festival, my mother twisted her waist while carrying water because she had to carry a few extra scoops of water to water the vegetables in the garden. She thought that her vegetables were growing vigorously, so she would not have to buy them on the street, and she was trying to save a little bit. After all, the man was old, and his heels were unsteady. He stumbled, and the bucket rolled into a deep ditch. The pole was thrown far away, and he fell into a bush of firewood and thorns. We were angry and anxious, taking turns to persuade. My mother learned from the experience and regretted it again.

After a while, he muttered softly to himself: "Who knows about falling? If you know that, how can you carry water? Even a golden lion kid can't be bothered to get it. It's not worth it. It costs money and hurts. Oh! Who! Do you know that you fell down..."

Last year, there was a major demolition of their hometown, and the villagers went around to find relatives and friends to find a place to live. I brought my father and mother to the city, but they were not used to going up and down the elevator, and they felt that they were right outside the door by the stairs, and there was no yard to dry their bedding. Seeing that my mother was not happy, I rented two small houses in Wangyan Village on the edge of the city and asked my father and mother to move there. I go there every now and then to help buy noodles and rice, and help with the cooking and daily life. Living here has convenient water and food. There are also old people of the same age chatting with her. My mother's face looks much better. But after all, my mother knew that the city was expensive, so she became even more careful. I am reluctant to pour out the water for washing clothes, washing rags, and rinsing mops. The room was on the second floor, and there was almost no light coming from the indoor stairs. It was difficult to see the steps clearly in broad daylight. Mother didn't care about this. She tried to walk up and down the stairs holding on to the wall. She rarely turned on the light, and she broke her nose once and got sprained once. foot. I couldn't bear to throw away the expired milk powder but still ate it, I still tore and cooked the rotten vegetable leaves, and I peeled off the sprouts from the potatoes and fried them for one or two meals. My wife and I tried to persuade her again and again, but my mother regretted it repeatedly, but she just said it and forgot about it.

The doctor told me not to use too much force on my mother’s right hand. The noodles and steamed buns that my father and mother eat are all ready-made from the vegetable shop across the street. But when I go to see them, there are always thinly rolled noodles on the chopping board. My mother knew that I liked lasagna since I was a child, so she would rather endure the pain, take risks, and move my sick arm to roll out decent food for her son.

Picking up the steaming blue-rimmed porcelain bowl and picking up the long and unusually chewy noodles, at that moment, I really overturned the five-flavor bottle in my heart. There were all kinds of flavors...

Alas, my disobedient mother.