grandfather's daughter-in-law

Ding Yongchang's diagnosis was brain herniation, because the trauma caused intracranial tissue to shift, thereby compressing the optic nerve and causing temporary blindness, and a small bulge appeared in the intracranial.Headache and blindness are only temporary symptoms. If the surgery is not done in time, the bump will become bigger and bigger, and eventually it may burst and die.It's not a terminal illness, but it's like a terminal illness.The troupe's economic situation is not good. Ding Jianguo's company has declared bankruptcy. Taiwan's medical conditions can also perform this operation, but it is still not as good as foreign countries.The doctor's last suggestion to us was to go abroad for surgery if possible.With our financial capabilities at the time, it was tantamount to declaring death.

No one is comfortable with death, and no one is comfortable with the loss of a loved one.Wang Yugui looked at Ding Yongchang with red and swollen eyes, and held his hand tightly with both hands.Ding Yongchang just let her hold his hands and lie quietly on the hospital bed.I think this may be the gesture of death, quiet and desperate.One must die, sooner or later.If before death, there is a beloved woman who is with you and holds your hand tightly, then this life is not in vain.

Ding Jianguo and Yu Minxiu arrived the next day.That was the first time I saw her after nearly two years of separation.She was wearing a chiffon shirt, jeans and sneakers, and her long, wavy hair was gone, replaced by straight, shoulder-length chestnut hair that was slightly tousled.She is no longer that fashionable urban pretty girl, nor is she a mature and beautiful young woman with a carefree life. She has become an ordinary woman who can be seen everywhere on the street.She still smiled, but it was no longer clear and bright, but covered with the sorrow of life.She is ordinary.

She greeted me briefly, put the fruit basket she brought on the bedside cabinet, and called "Abba" to Ding Jianguo.Wang Yugui stood up, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, and gave them her seat.I was in a daze for a moment, and then looked carefully at her sad face before I was sure that she was now Ding Jianguo's wife.

Ding Jianguo asked about Ding Yongchang's condition. Ding Yongchang concealed the matter of brain herniation and changed the subject, "How is your business over there now?"

"Everything is fine, Dad, don't worry, I can take care of it myself. The most important thing now is to take good care of your body." Ding Jianguo comforted.

The relationship between Ding Yongchang and Ding Jianguo has not been harmonious because of career problems.Among the three sons, Ding Jianguo is the most ambitious and the ideal candidate for successor of the theater troupe, but Ding Jianguo has no ambitions.Wang Yugui had mediated for a long time, but neither of them backed down.At this moment, Xu Shi felt that his life was coming to an end, Ding Yongchang softened his attitude, sighed a long time, and said: "You don't have to lie to me, your company has already run out of fuel, you are honest Tell me the truth, how much foreign debt do you owe?"

"Dad..." Ding Jianguo couldn't lie in the face of this seriousness.

Perhaps it was because of that sentence that the lamp is exhausted, and Wang Yugui said softly, "Just tell your dad."

Ding Jianguo paused, "It's not much, Dad, you can rest easy and recuperate, and you don't have to worry about this matter." The implication is that the number is definitely not within the acceptable range of Ding Yongchang.

"That's all, I don't think I'll get better from this illness for a while. I'll say the same thing, you, go back to the troupe with Axiu. Acting is hard work, but at least it can keep you fed and clothed for three meals."

Ding Jianguo lowered his head, "Abba, you know that my ideal has always been to make my name in the business world and create my own brand. I really have no interest in Gezai opera. Your legs will be fine after a while. I plan to Let Axiu go back to the troupe with you, and you still have your eldest brother and third brother, the troupe will definitely get better and better."

In Taipei in [-], urban construction was in full swing, with land enclosure construction, street changes, greening and vegetation, and the entire city was taking on a brand new look.Perhaps he had a unique vision, and his persistence was not wrong, but it was unknown at that time.Yu Minxiu looked at Ding Jianguo's back in shock, her trembling lips hesitated to speak.

Ding Yongchang muttered to himself: "Brand brand, in this situation, you still dare to speak out. Hmph! Let Axiu return to the troupe..." Ding Yongchang raised his head and looked at Yu Minxiu, with suspicion in his eyes.How could this daughter-in-law in the city endure the hardships of eating and sleeping in the open air in an opera troupe, but she didn't see her refusing.He sighed and looked away. The more polite this child was, the more unforgivable it was for Ding Jianguo to treat such a girl badly for the sake of his so-called career ideal.He snorted coldly, "Let Axiu go back to the troupe, thank you for being able to say it! Have you forgotten how you promised Axiu's father back then?"

Ding Jianguo didn't have much confidence, he just replied, "I haven't forgotten."

"I didn't forget that you asked her to go back to the troupe alone, you..." Ding Yongchang couldn't help being a little angry, he coughed violently, and his legs hanging from the shelf made him lie back on the bed.Ding Jianguo got up to help him, but he refused, and only asked intermittently: "I'll ask you again, are you really unwilling to go back to the troupe?"

Ding Jianguo was helpless, but he did not compromise, "Father, don't force me, your body is important."

Ding Yongchang didn't speak any more, and turned to the side with a stern face.

Seeing Ding Yongchang's stubborn temper, Wang Yugui hurriedly pulled Ding Jianguo away and became a peacemaker.Ding Jianguo sighed, said goodbye to Ding Yongchang hastily, and went out with Yu Minxiu.

In the room, Wang Yugui continued to explain: "Don't blame him, he doesn't know that you are sick." Ding Yongchang sighed, his frail body was exhausted by his violent coughing, and he fell hard on the bed, without saying a word. .Wang Yugui tucked him in the quilt and left the ward with me.

There were not many people in the hospital, and occasionally there were three or two nurses walking in a hurry in the corridor.Ding Jianguo and Yu Minxiu were sitting on the chairs outside the ward. Seeing us coming out, Ding Jianguo stood up and said to Wang Yugui with emotion: "Abba is really old. It turned out that he also lost his temper, but at least give me a chance to explain. This time He turned his face without even giving him a chance to explain."

Wang Yugui's face was full of pain: "He was hurt and in a bad mood, please be considerate and considerate of him." He was half a head taller than her, and she wanted to look up at him.

Ding Jianguo still had some complaints: "He brought up the theater troupe as soon as we met, how can I be considerate, how can I casually agree to this."

"Stop talking." Wang Yugui stopped him.The matter of brain herniation was strictly ordered by Ding Yongchang.This man has been strong all his life, and in the end he didn't even want to get the sympathy and company of his family when he died. "Come here, let me tell you something." Wang Yugui took a look at Yu Minxiu and me, and pulled Ding Jianguo away.

Afraid that Ding Yongchang would wake up suddenly, we didn't dare to leave, and sat on the chairs in the corridor.She didn't talk much, and she became much calmer.I muttered for a long time before I said softly: "Xiao Huang is gone." This may be the only common topic between me and her.She may not know anything about me, and I may know everything about her, but I can't say anything.

She was stunned for a while before asking in astonishment, "Why?"

"At that time, it was about to give birth, and they thought it was inconvenient to carry it, so they left it there. I went back to look for it later, and it was no longer there."

"Oh, don't be too sad." She replied in a low voice.

"Well, it's been a long time." Fate gathers and breaks up, people come and go, I didn't have much persistence.She didn't speak for a long time, and it dawned on me that she might be thinking of her own child.As the old saying goes, children are the heart and soul of mothers.She must be very sad.

I held her hand and said, "I'm sorry." That was the first time I held her hand so legitimately for so long.Her hand was still fair and slender, and there was a small wound on the thumb of her left hand that hadn't fully healed.Palms are a little dry.I remembered that Wang Yugui also had several similar wounds on his hands. Was she making soup for him to wash his hands?

A few locks of her hair fell from her ears, and she pinned them behind her ears.The freed hand still fell on mine, and I could feel myself trembling slightly.She smiled and answered me: "It's okay, it's all over."

"I used to hear people say that children are the messengers of heaven, and they are sent by heaven to forgive the sins of mankind and cleanse the filth of the world, so children are clean and pure when they first come into the world. I didn't understand it at that time, but later I saw my father leave with my own eyes in the hospital. I saw him lying on the hospital bed, covered in cold sweat, exhaling and inhaling very loudly, and the pitifully small amount of gas was whistling in his respiratory tract. I felt death It was a drudgery for him, a drudgery that he was overwhelmed with. By the end, he couldn't even recognize me or see me, and all his strength was spent on his dying, loud, loud Exhaling deeply, inhaling deeply, was the last state he stayed in this world, and finally came to an abrupt end. At that time, I felt that death was a kind of rest, a kind of gift, a kind of call from heaven to its messenger I was relieved, it must be God who is not willing to let him suffer, it is love, not misfortune, he will be happy in another world."

I lied, but tears welled up in my eyes and I almost moved myself.The most touching thing in the world is probably to uncover your own scars and comfort you with blood and tears. Yu Minxiu held my hand tightly, and she was smart enough to hear the comfort in my words.The soft arc of the corner of the mouth rose gently, "Thank you." She said.

I also held her hand tightly.Wang Yugui and Ding Jianguo returned after a while.I don't know what they talked about, but Ding Jianguo didn't have a look of grief on his face. Wang Yugui probably didn't tell him about Ding Yongchang's condition.I have been waiting for Ding Jianguo to tell her to return to the troupe, but he only told Wang Yugui to take good care of Ding Yongchang, and he didn't say anything until the end.He took out a wad of money from his jacket pocket and handed it to Wang Yugui, but Wang Yugui didn't accept it.In the end, it's just a drop in the bucket.

We didn't talk anymore.When night fell, she and Ding Jianguo left.The reunion after two years of absence ended in the afterglow of the setting sun.I stood in the garden and watched their figures pass through the promenade and disappear around the corner, and I couldn't help but feel lost.As long as I have known her, my eyes have followed her for so long, but I never dare to tell her that I miss her, and I don't even know which time we parted and we will never meet again.

After being rejected by Ding Jianguo, Ding Yongchang has been in a bad mood. Maybe he is close to death, and people will have a feeling of returning to their roots.Regardless of the hospital's objection, he insisted on being discharged. He protested without taking medicine for a few days, but Wang Yugui compromised.On the day Yu Minxiu came back, I had just returned from buying crutches for Ding Yongchang, and Wang Yugui was packing up and leaving the hospital.She was pulling a light suitcase, silver-gray, at the height of her legs.

She was a little timid, rushed to help Wang Yugui, and was a little absent-minded. When her back was turned to Ding Yongchang, she said softly: "Abba, Jianguo said that I will go back to the troupe to help for a while."

Ding Yongchang snorted coldly, "He said it nicely, why didn't he come back to help." After he finished speaking, he felt that Yu Minxiu must feel uncomfortable after hearing this, so he comforted him: "It's fine to go back, just take care of yourself when you go back." Do it, it's just you who suffer."

Yu Minxiu responded softly, and put the clothes into the bag much slower.At that time, I was not very clear about her predicament. I couldn't hide the joy in my heart, and I graciously helped put a bunch of things into the bag.She smiled and said nothing.She has really changed a lot.The misery of life suddenly stole the joy from her smile, leaving sadness behind.But it doesn't matter, everything will be different with me in the future.I will definitely not let her suffer like Ding Jianguo, I secretly thought so.

It was half a month after Ding Yongchang's accident, we returned to the troupe.