Death of one-year-old daughter (Zhou)
I locked those Demerol in the cupboard and took the key myself. Only when Niu Niu had a severe pain did I open the lock and take out one to inject Yu Er.
"Well, I listen to you." Rain is falling all tears for you.
During an injection, she accidentally pricked Niu Niu's ass and cried sadly. She actually thinks that this little mistake is more serious than the fact that Niu Niu is dying.
When I woke up again, I found Niu Niu's speech extremely difficult. Her mind is still clear, but she can't do it.
"Want wa ... want dolls," she whispered. I know she wants to say mom and dad, but neither of them can be sent out.
I carried her to the piano room, and she said, "Play-"but I can't pronounce the word "Qin". I played a tune and asked her what it was. She answered by moving her lips. I quickly said, "Niu Niu is really smart. But looking for friends. " She took her to all the rooms and asked where she was. She also moved her lips, unable to speak.
Attack again and again, injection again and again, the drug power drops, but the harm to the body is accumulating. At the same time, the tumor is still developing, and finally the esophagus is blocked and I can't eat any more. Niu Niu gradually entered a state of exhaustion.
Every time she falls asleep. I always stand beside her, counting her pulse and breathing. "Niu Niu, let's go, let's go," I whispered to her, hoping that she could hear my exhortation and leave with peace of mind. However, seeing that she finally woke up slowly, I was relieved, relieved.
Now, everyone is waiting for the doomed ending, and their hearts are mixed with calm, anxiety, expectation and fear. Only Niu Niu didn't wait. She just fell asleep and suffered from the double consumption of disease and medicine. However, that ending is also her ending, which belongs only to her and not to anyone else.
The end has finally arrived.
Niu Niu hasn't woken up for two days. She slept in a small bed, pale and breathing weakly. Rain is falling all and I stayed by the bed day and night, stroking her little hand from time to time. Small hands are still slightly hot. He slept soundly, as if he had not been disturbed by the disease, and her tired body could not feel the pain.
The room was so quiet that only the noise of cars from the street broke the silence. There are curtains hanging on the window, and the light is very dim. Everyone walks on tiptoe, as if afraid to wake up the little life that is sinking into eternal sleep. In fact, she won't be awakened. On the contrary, everyone realized that death had come. At this moment, it is the only owner of this room, and all the living people have become shadows that should disappear.
Near dusk, Niu Niu suddenly moved her lips. Rain is falling all, I heard her say in a very slight voice, "Open ..."
Yes, she wants to say "turn on the music". I turn on the stereo, turn the volume down to the minimum, and a lullaby will play in the room.
Niu Niu suddenly reached out and clasped the wrist of Rain is falling all with a sigh. Then, her hands relaxed, her whole body twitched violently and she stopped breathing.
The car sped unnecessarily to the hospital. Niu Niu is in my arms, and her little head hangs feebly to one side.
Niu Niu died at 5: 00 pm on 199 1 year 1 1 month 7.
Forward love (Li)
Last September, I bought a mobile phone when I was in college. With it, I can surf the Internet, chat and play games. With it, it is much more convenient to contact friends. Make a phone call or send a text message, no matter how far apart, it feels close at hand. But I seldom contact my mother like this, because my mother doesn't read much and can't type Chinese characters at all, let alone reply to text messages. In this way, everything became normal.
One day, I received a short message from my friend, which read: "Although we are separated, although we don't often contact each other, although we miss each other, we often keep it in our hearts. Maybe I didn't express it, but it can't stop the heart that misses you. " In order not to waste resources, I was going to transfer it to Xiaoyan, but I pressed one by mistake because I pressed it too fast, and the result was sent to my mother. "Forget it, fortunately not."
After a while, I received a short message, which was actually sent by my mother. The content was exactly the one I sent wrong just now! I'm really confused. Is there something wrong with my mobile phone?
In the evening, my mother's voice came from the other end of the phone: "I received your message, but as you know, my mother didn't know how to send a message, and she was worried when she called, so I sent it back for fear of affecting your class." Actually, I miss you very much ... "Somehow, my vision began to blur. .....
The door of the dormitory opened and the roommate came in from the outside: "Today is Mother's Day. What gift did you give your mother? " ? '
At this point, I was in tears.
Father's short message (Zhu Daoneng)
I bought my father a mobile phone in the countryside on his 70th birthday.
Father holding a mobile phone, touching it here and pressing it there, like a child, is rare. When he saw his image fixed on the screen, he was too happy to see his teeth.
Knowing that my hard-working father was reluctant to make a phone call all his life, I gave him a "Shenzhouxing" mobile phone card without the moon and taught him to learn to send text messages. After all, my father is old. Although he has been nodding, his turbid eyes are obviously blank.
When I left, I said to my father, "Dad, call me if you need anything."
Father waved his mobile phone and said, "I'll send you a text message, hehe, save money."
I smiled evenly.
Who knows that my cell phone rang shortly after I got on the bus. At first glance, it turned out to be a message from dad.
I opened it in surprise, only to find that it was empty.
I smiled first, and then my heart warmed up. I read my father's wordless message: Son, did you get on the train?
I immediately replied: Dad, I have got on the bus, don't worry.
Just got home, my father's wordless message came again.
So, I immediately replied: Dad, I have gone home, please rest assured.
In this way, my father's wordless message arrived as scheduled.
I know what my father is most concerned about, and I always answer like this;
"Our family is very good."
"The work is going well."
"Your grandson's study has improved again ..."
I imagined that sitting under the elm tree in front of the door, the old father must have smiled silently when he looked at his son's message of peace.
In March this year, I celebrated my 40th birthday. That day, my friends and family were toasting each other, and my mobile phone rang. I opened it. It was my father's short message. When I read it again, I was surprised to find that two numbers appeared in this short message: 40.
I don't know how my father came up with this digital information, but I immediately understood my father's silent feeling and relief behind the numbers:
How time flies! Suddenly, my son is 40 years old. .....
My son has reached middle age, and I am old. .....
My father received a digital message, and I saw tears on my face. .....