Where is Chunsheng

When the winter solstice came, Jiao Chunshui saw frost for the first time.Rock City hasn't had a frost in years.When I got up early that morning, white frost formed in the vegetable garden in the biological corner of the school.At around seven o'clock, when Jiao Yan led Jiao Chunshui who was dressed like a ball, she asked, "Daddy, what are those white ones?"

"That's frost."

"What is frost?"

"What is frost?" The hoarfrost all over the ground will slowly disappear after the sun rises.Jiao oath repeated her daughter's question, thinking: what exactly is Shuang?

"It's water." He Chunsheng said.

Jiao Chunshui held He Chunsheng with the other hand, and the little girl looked at him suspiciously: "It's not water, water can move."

"You're right, but frost will turn into water." He Chunsheng said, "Frost won't last long. As soon as the weather warms up, it will turn into water."

"Then can I see how it turns into water?" Jiao Chunshui said.

"It's going to take a long, long time," Jiao said. "It's going to take a long, long time to warm up."

"How long? How many times?" Jiao Chunshui asked, tilting his head.

Jiao vowed: How many times should I count?How many times does frost turn into water?Children's concept of time is just a few counts.I don't know how many times to count before everything will get better.

He Chunsheng said: "We have to count 3600 times. When the sun shines on us and it is very warm, it will turn into water."

Jiao Chunshui giggled: "It takes so many times!"

"But as long as you don't count it, time will pass quickly."

Jiao vowed to look at He Chunsheng, and He Chunsheng said to Jiao Chunshui: "We don't count it, Chunshui will soon become a big sister, and will soon be four years old, five years old and six years old."

"One hundred years old!" Jiao Chunshui exclaimed excitedly.

"Ah."

"One hundred and one years old." Jiao Chunshui shouted, and then asked Jiao Yan as if remembering something: "Father, how old were you when I was one hundred and one years old?"

"Dad may have already..."

"130 years old. Your father was 130 years old at that time." He Chunsheng let go of the little girl's hand, passed over the little girl's head, and held Jiao Yan's hand.

His hands are so warm, almost scalding on a cold winter day.Holding that hand, Jiao Yan suddenly believed what he said—"Yes, when you were one hundred and one years old, Dad was 130 years old, and Uncle He was also 130 years old."

The little girl's laughter echoed in the early morning campus.Children's laughter is so unrestrained and absolutely unadulterated.She cries when she is sad, and laughs when she is happy, as if life should be so wanton.

At seven twenty, the morning bell rang.When the child entered the kindergarten, Jiao Yan and He Chunsheng walked towards the classroom and outside the school.Before entering the teaching building, Jiao vowed to look back at He Chunsheng's back, which was as leisurely as before.

Yang Liu stopped using all insulin, and no longer strictly controlled her diet, and even stopped testing her blood sugar.Jiao vowed not to persuade her anymore—if she insisted on using insulin, she might die of hypoglycemia coma in a very short period of time.After that, her mental state was obviously better than before.She eats a lot, eats what she likes, she is more willing to go out of the house, every day Jiao Yan and He Chunsheng help her to go outside, even though it is so cold, she still wants to take a walk outside.

Every weekend, He Chunsheng drove the car and took the three of them to the mountains to play.From winter to spring, Yangliu listened to the sound of the stream, the sound of the spring breeze blowing through the valley, the sound of the first bird chirping in spring, and the laughter of her granddaughter. She told Jiao oath with a smile: " spring is coming."

The new green brought by the spring breeze grows on the old green. At the end of March, the willow ushered in her peaceful long sleep.She walked away silently on the bed at night.

Jiao Yao didn't see her in the living room at 07:30 in the morning, and felt it almost immediately.He pushed open the door of his mother's room, and she clasped her hands and put them outside the quilt, as if she was still sleeping peacefully.At that moment, Jiao Xi was sure that he had already lost his mother.

The ambulance came, but the doctor just checked and told Jiao Shiren that he was gone.Jiao Chunshui entered the house and went to hold Yang Liu's hand, but Jiao vowed not to stop him, but He Chunsheng, who came up with the ambulance, held the little girl in his arms and told her, "Shh, we won't disturb grandma's sleep."

The ambulance and doctor left, and the world became quiet.Jiao vowed to look at his mother's face, it was a gradually graying face, she was no longer there.Half an hour ago, she seemed to be alive.

He sat quietly in front of his mother's bed, and after a while, He Chunsheng came in.Jiao Chunshui was no longer by his side.

"Where's Chunshui?" Jiao swore asked him.

"I sent her to kindergarten." He Chunsheng said.

Jiao Yan looked at He Chunsheng blankly, Yang Liu left, but he sent Jiao Chunshui to the kindergarten.

He Chunsheng sat down beside Jiao Yan and said, "When my father died, I wanted to take a good look at him, but everyone was urging me to hurry up, hurry up, like a big show, until he was in the coffin, I didn't have time to look at him more. Later, his face changed, and I didn't dare to look at him again."

Jiao oath's tears suddenly welled up.He Chunsheng hugged him into his arms and said to him, "Look, I'll give you three to ten minutes, and then I'll be that opera singer."

They stayed with Yangliusan for 10 minutes in the room where the spring breeze was pouring in. It was already warm outside, the birds were singing and the flowers were blooming. The willow branches in the yard of He Chunsheng’s house were sprouting new shoots on the window sill of the willows. The world was no different, but here Three or ten minutes later, Jiao vowed to bid farewell to his mother.

She was sent to the funeral parlor, and she was dressed up so that her ashen face looked rosy and lifelike. She quietly waited for relatives and friends to say goodbye, and her soul had long gone to the land of nowhere.

Jiao Chunshui didn't see grandma until then, and she asked Jiao Yan: "Father, why is grandma lying there?"

"Chunshui, grandma has passed away." Jiao swore.

"What is death?"

"Death is death."

"Grandma has gone far, far away, and we will never see her again," Jiao Chunshui said.

"Yes."

Jiao Chunshui wiped Jiao Yan's tears and said, "Dad, don't cry, we can see grandma in another 100 years."

"Ah."

When sorting out Yangliu's relics, Jiao Yan found such a letter, which was dated December last year.

"Jiao swears:

I don't know how long I haven't written to you!The last time I sent you a letter, you were still in college, and you would seriously reply to every letter I wrote.After you came back to us, we never communicated again.

I am always happy in my heart, you are a good and filial son.I am very grateful that you can be me and Qingshan's child in this life.

You have suffered in recent years.I will probably be gone by the time you read this letter.Don't worry, I died a natural death, the limit of my body has reached, I can feel it myself.

I have been a teacher all my life. When you were young, I always preached to you. You always listened with great interest. You gradually grew up and knew more than me. I have nothing to teach you, but now I want to give you one last lesson. , a class that only I can take.

Your mood has not been very good recently.You think I am unwilling to see a doctor, let myself go, and hasten my death.During this process, you suffered more than anyone else, and you blamed yourself for not being able to help me or persuade me, and you probably couldn’t understand everything I told you when I was still alive.

Jiao swears, death is neither wonderful nor terrible.When a leaf grows, it must wither.Every life has this process, and it is normal to leave when you get old.When Qingshan passed away, I felt so clearly that this is the force of nature, irreversible and irreversible. No matter how advanced modern medicine is, people will eventually die. One thing will not last forever in the world because of your persistence. After all, you are just You, and your life to live.You think I have a deep relationship with Qingshan, and I let myself not heal because of his death, but it’s not true, I just saw through this matter through Qingshan’s departure, that’s all, I hope you can understand what I’m saying What, nothing more.

I don't need to say anything else.Jiao swear, you can miss us, but you can't be sad.You should look at our departure as if you saw the fallen leaves on the branches. Although it is a bit autumnal, it is not regrettable.When spring comes, new leaves will appear.

This is my last hope. After this sentence, let us bid farewell: My child, please live your life well.

willow

November 2014, 12"