Stand by me

(8)

Mother began to lose weight and gradually weakened. She couldn't eat, her body couldn't control her body, she couldn't sit or stand, so she had to lie down all the time.No one told her the truth, but she realized it by herself. After experiencing collapse, crying and giving up on herself, her mother calmed down and endured everything. Her expression was tragic and mysterious, with lingering melancholy and tenacity.She was always a true nobleman, a lady.

Nakajima Yuxiang took care of her in the hospital after school, "I'll peel an orange for you." He said, opening the fruit basket he just bought.

"I don't want to eat." Mom shook her head.

"Then let me press your shoulders." Nakajima Yuxiang pinched her slender shoulders carefully, deliberately ignoring the terrible clicking sound like an aging machine.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoyu, for preventing you from participating in club activities, and staying here with me all the time." Mom said.

"It's okay, I always go home."

"What? Then why do you usually come home late?" Mom asked immediately.This is the sensitivity of motherhood.

Nakajima Yuxiang had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender. To be honest, he mostly stayed in the camera shop to ask photography questions, and sometimes he would go to the game center to beat the taiko drums wildly.

"Why don't you join the club? You're not such an unsocial kid." Mom complained.

"It's not because of my grandfather. School activities are too simple for me." When he was in junior high school in a small rural town, his grandfather, who advocated the spirit of Bushido, gave him a Spartan education, personally teaching him kendo, archery, equestrianism, Shogi... Nakajima Yuxiang is now the spokesperson for the equipment in the class. Ryosuke Yamada once praised him: "We have Yuxiang-kun, just like having the seven keys in the Bible."

Seeing the two men with sad faces who could only circle around the ward, mother assigned homework to them respectively.Dad's task is to learn how to curl her hair, and she doesn't want to "face the nurse like a madman" with disheveled hair.Yuxiang's mission is to learn how to make French toast, his and his dad's favorite breakfast.

A week later, my father was able to make a beautiful princess hair and bought all kinds of gorgeous hair clips for my mother. Now she looks as noble as a queen.Yuxiang Nakajima's toast did not go well. Although it was delicious, it couldn't taste like his mother at all.

He no longer goes to the cafeteria to eat at noon, and takes failed products for lunch every day.Yuxiang Nakajima's love for French toast was obviously seen by Ryosuke Yamada. Once he overheard Yamada and his friends discussing that he wanted to give him high-end bread coupons and triangular cheese with holes as Christmas gifts.

Nakajima Yuxiang was angry with himself. He even thought that his mother's illness was not getting better because he couldn't even make toast.He dropped the lunch box and slammed his fist against the wall, causing pink and white ash to fall down one after another.

"Yuxiang-kun," Yamada Ryosuke said cautiously, "Come to the restaurant where I work at night, how about I teach you how to cook?"

Yamada likes to study recipes, he is a culinary expert, he can even boil fish, and most boys have only dissected mussels in biology class.

"Use this lurpak brand of butter, unsalted is better. You can't choose SUBWAY white bread, it's too soft, it will disappear after soaking, and you can't pick it up. Bread with nuts in it is also not acceptable..." Ryosuke Yamada babbled.

When Yuxiang Nakajima was about to dislike him, the French toast was ready, "Try it quickly, will this time work?" Yamada urged him, with a nervous expression on his face.

"It's exactly the same as my mother's! It's a success!" Nakajima Yuxiang hugged him warmly and almost threw him to the ground, "Thank you Ryosuke!"

"You're welcome, the oil in your hand, be careful not to rub it on me." Yamada Ryosuke said arrogantly, biting his lip to hold back a shy smile.

Before the hospital bed, my father fed my mother a small piece of toast made by Yuxiang, and my mother's eyes shone brightly, and tears soaked them again.

"It's delicious!" Mom said loudly with unexpected strength. She closed her dark gray eyelids and tried to squeeze out tears. "Wipe my eyes, I want to eat more. What's wrong with me? Woman Tears are worthless..."

Mother grabbed Nakajima Yuxiang's hand with thin fingers, and never let go. She said, "Xiaoyu, I will trouble you to take care of dad in the future. Physical health is the most important thing. What do you want to do?" Things must be done now.”