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It has been a long time since Zhang Hong's mother became weaker and weaker, and most of them were asleep, or in a semi-comatose state.

On this day, Zhang Hong's mother was lying on the bed, listening to the old radio.

Zhang Hong was by her side.

These days are the saddest days for Zhang Hong, his mother is getting weaker and weaker, he can only watch helplessly, there is nothing he can do.

Zhang Yu has been unable to contact him. Although he is worried, there is nothing he can do. He doesn't know how to contact him and find him. Besides, he has no way to find him now.

Later, he called Li Bin to ask about Zhang Yu, but Li Bin didn't know that he was with his wife and children at home during that time.

He only knew that Zhang Yu answered the phone once

Li Bin, who was sleepy in the middle of the night, was awakened by the ringtone of his mobile phone. When he saw the word "Boss" displayed on the screen of his mobile phone, he suddenly woke up.

Li Bin picked up the phone and came out on tiptoe. The other party, Zhang Yu, seemed to know that he was afraid of waking his wife and children, so he didn't urge him, and waited for him to speak before speaking.

"Hello?" Li Bin whispered.

"Li Bin, listen, I'm going abroad for a period of time, maybe half a year, maybe a year, or maybe longer, you don't need to use the company, it's gone. I put some money into your account, Zhang Hong's mother If you are sick and hospitalized, you will bear all the expenses.”

"I know it's sudden, but I don't have time to explain"

Having said that, Li Bin saw him pause for a moment. He was about to speak when the other party said, "Take good care of Zhang Hong for me, thank you, please."

Hang up immediately after speaking

It was the first time Li Bin heard Zhang Yu speak to him in such a tone, and he actually said thank you to him. Just as he was about to say something, the voice of the other party hanging up the phone came directly.

Li Bin felt that he should tell Zhang Hong. Originally, he didn't intend to let Zhang Hong know, but since he already knew, he decided that he had the right to know that Zhang Yu had done everything for him.

After transferring the money to Zhang Hong, Li Bin would call him from time to time to comfort him. Originally, he should have come to see Zhang Hong and accompany him through the difficult times, but he still had to take care of his wife and children, so he really didn't have time to accompany Zhang Hong. Zhang Hong didn't allow him to accompany him either.

Zhang Hong, who thought it was really free, wanted to slap himself, why didn't he ask more?

Two things, Zhang Hong was so stressed that he couldn't breathe, but he could only secretly show his sadness in the dead of night, secretly miss Zhang Yu, and face his mother during the day, he could only force his face to smile.

"Zhang Hong, is it the Chinese New Year in a few days?"

Hearing his mother calling him, Zhang Hong rushed to her side, "It's the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow will be Chinese New Year"

"Oh? It's going by so fast, oh! I wonder if this year can pass."

"Yes, definitely, Mom, you still have to watch Honghong go to school."

The old lady did not answer after hearing what he said. Although she was seriously ill, she was still awake and not confused.

"Zhang Hong, have you found someone you like in the past few years? It's best to like each other. If you have one, you should take good care of it. Don't miss it."

After Zhang Hong heard his mother's words, his heart ached to the point. His mother was still worried about him, but he was too unfilial, and even made the old lady sad when he was so old.

"Hey! Go to sleep. Tomorrow, make some dumplings. Your father likes to eat leek and egg dumplings. When he was here, he couldn't afford meat. How many times can he eat leek and egg dumplings? Wait until tomorrow." Wrap him a bowl, I heard him say that he is coming back to eat dumplings..."

The old lady continued without waiting for Zhang Hong to answer, maybe she didn't want Zhang Hong to answer anything, but just wanted to say something.

Zhang Hong listened to his mother babbling until he couldn't hear the sound.

"It turned out to be asleep..."

Seeing that his mother had fallen asleep, Zhang Hong replaced the heating stove at home with briquettes. His mother was still not used to blowing the air conditioner, and always felt that it was a headache.

The next day, the sky was gray and heavy, and it snowed heavily after a while, and a thick snow had accumulated on the ground in less than a while.

At noon, after Zhang Hong served his mother and ate dumplings, he ate some by himself, because his mother was happy during the new year and ate two more dumplings.

In order not to let his mother worry about him, Zhang Hong ate the dumplings in front of her. After lunch, the snow was already five fingers thick.

Zhang Hong packed everything up and fed his mother medicine. He looked at the snow outside and said to his mother, "Mom, there are no leeks at home. I'll go to the town to buy some leeks."

old lady nodded

Watching Zhang Hong go out with a raincoat.

On a snowy day, it’s not easy to wear anything, because snow floats everywhere, unlike rain, which falls in a straight line, so even if you wear a raincoat, you still cannot avoid being covered with a lot of snow.

When Zhang Hong came back from the town, he took off his raincoat, patted the snowflakes falling on his body, and said to his mother while patting, "Mom, this snow is really heavy. I haven't seen such a big snow in several years."

The old lady just looked at her son kindly. She felt that what Zhang Hong was doing now was good, and she couldn't get enough of it. From the outline of his son, she seemed to see the figure of his father.

Zhang Hong seems to have just opened up, and his facial features are becoming more and more diamond-shaped, unlike before when his face still seemed to be covered with baby fat.

While making dumplings, Zhang Hong babbled about something to his mother. He said that he could answer a sentence if his mother didn’t see her in the last ten sentences. He didn’t care. : "Bored? Watch TV?"

He saw his mother shaking his head

"Why don't you still listen to the radio?"

Seeing my mother nodding, I got up and turned on the radio.It is a karaoke stand, because it is the Chinese New Year, and there are joyful people everywhere, there are some songs wishing happy birthday to yourself, couples, and family members.

Every time a song is clicked, a song will be played, and Zhang Hong is listening to it while making dumplings.

"The following song is a song given by a man to a girl who has had a crush on him for two years. 2017 is coming to an end. He also gave up his crush on the girl. He hopes that the girl will be happy. At the same time, in the new year, he also wants to Pursue your own happiness. Alright. Next, let's enjoy this song by Huang An"

"Meeting you is actually like a dream"

"Wake up without a trace and without a trace"

"I can't forget it when I see it, I can't think about it after it, it always makes me crazy about you"

"It doesn't make sense for me to fall in love with you"

"I know I can't"

"Let me suffer for you"

make me happy for you

what's the point without you

Look at the different faces blown by the southeast and northwest wind

Is love just a gust of wind

touch my heart

because of you in my dream

From now on, my heart is not empty, empty

Maybe the love becomes stronger

Maybe become invisible

as long as i have you i have a smile

……

Listen to music when you are happy.Heartbroken when sad, Zhang Hong listened to the song. He had listened to this song a lot in the past, but he just thought the tune was very beautiful.

But now, Zhang Hong is biting his lip and suppressing himself, listening to the lyrics "meeting you is actually like a dream", Zhang Hong's heart aches and tingles, he feels that he is going to lack oxygen and will faint immediately.

But he can't, can't show any strangeness, his mother is still here, Zhang Hong insists on making dumplings, is so careful, pressing the gap between the dumplings over and over again with his two thumbs and index fingers.

It's just that the flour on the cutting board betrayed him, and tears smashed a deep hole in the flour.

The radio had already started the next song, and Zhang Hong couldn't hear what Zhang Hong was singing at all, he just sank into his own world.

"Why? Why? Is it really a dream I had?"