Chapter 6 2004/11/24

When I got home in the morning, my elder brother stayed with my mother in the hospital. In order to avoid bacterial infection, I changed into underwear specially designed to play with puma, and held it comfortably on the bed to catch up on sleep. I need puma very much.And puma vaguely knew that her mother was sick, so she behaved a lot. After sleeping for two hours, I finished a few trivial things one by one, including forwarding letters from netizens to A Tuo's parents, buying train tickets to Taipei tomorrow, etc.Then I decided to stay with my mother at night and let my brother have more time to rest.After taking a shower, I changed into the clothes I was going to accompany to the hospital. Puma cried a few times for a hug. I explained a few words with my eyes. Puma understood, so I shrank under the chair to sleep.

I want to write something, but I can't write about Life Hunter, which I promised to serialize in the bookstore next year.I think I have to let my head buffer for a few days, so that my head can hold the illusory and passionate narrative. Mao called to care and told me to be brave. Mao and I have gone through a lot of ups and downs in the past few weeks, but she knows how important my mother is to me. "I feel that what I'm writing now is not disease literature, but companionship literature. I feel that when I write my mother's story, my emotions are relieved and courage is born unconsciously." I said, realizing that it was actually my mother. stay with me.

I remembered Zhou Daguan. When people carry out creative activities, they will bring power to themselves, and they will also bring power to others.At least that's what I expect from my work. Accompanying my mother to write some memories of this family, in addition to dispelling my melancholy and constantly suppressed distress for my mother, I hope that this memory of being with each other can bring strength to my mother.For a mother who puts the family first, this accompanying writing can let her know her "meaning" in each of us, rather than a vague and metaphysical "importance".

Then I thought, I should explain what I keep referring to, my mother's bicycle. Mom can't ride a motorcycle, can't drive a car, and can only ride a bicycle that she learned when she was a student.And the mother is small, only 145 centimeters. When braking, she must jump off gently, and she is very recognizable on the road. "Mom, tick tick. If I get admitted to the national university, you will learn to ride a motorcycle." The younger brother is the last son in the family to enter the university. , play poker, play mahjong and so on. Later, my younger brother broke through his abilities and was admitted to the engineering education of Normal University, and my mother really tried to learn how to ride a motorcycle.

But in the middle of the night of the first day of driving practice, my mother tried hard to drive a hundred celebrities like iron kings on the small street in front of the house. One of the brakes failed, and she slowly crashed into a taxi.Mom was only slightly injured, but never dared to learn again. So Mom still rode her bicycle. As far as I can remember, Mom's bicycle has never been new, and Mom hasn't been sitting on the seat cushion longer than she's actually been riding on the wheel. When we were young, if my father was lazy, my mother would take our brother and me to school by bicycle.In fact, our home is not far from Minsheng Elementary School, only about one kilometer, but my mother was worried, especially when the "Lu Zheng kidnapping case" shocked every mother in Taiwan.

Taking turns sitting on the bicycle led by my mother, we slowly passed the two most famous meatball shops in Changhua, passed through a clothing street specializing in out-of-date clothes and a snack market near the station, walking, saw the beef noodle shop and turned left , then carefully cross the main road and enter two alleys near the school.The schoolbag dangles in the basket of my mother's bicycle, and my heart will start to twist at this time. Most children in that period were afraid of "losing face in front of their classmates", and asking their parents to pick them up and go to school meant that they were spoiled and immature.The closer I was to the school with my mother, the more I was afraid of being seen by my classmates. I was so nervous, so I definitely wouldn't sit on a bicycle when I was close to the school.Although it was awkward, I knew my mother's love very well, so I never yelled at my peers to repel my parents' warm pick-up, but I just clenched my fists in embarrassment.

Paradoxically, when Mom sent us to the school gate, we would naturally kiss Mom on the cheek. "Goodbye, Mom." We kissed goodbye. "Be good, don't let the teacher write the contact book again!" When Mom said the second sentence, it was almost all aimed at me. My elementary school was spent fucking in constant fear of being written in the contact book by the teacher. Minsheng Elementary School has three gates.Because each brother is two years apart, the place where he left his mother is also different.I remember that not long after I was in fifth grade, my elder brother had already entered junior high school, and my younger brother advanced to another school.On that critical day, when my mother sent me to the main entrance alone, she asked me to turn around and take my bicycle to leave after a few words.

"Mom, haven't you kissed yet?" I was stunned and a little bit at a loss. "You've grown up, don't need to kiss, go in quickly." Mom said, a little shy. My eyes suddenly turned red, tears filled my eyes, and I walked into the school almost crying. Suddenly, my mother stopped me, and I paced towards my mother with tears in my eyes. "Okay, come here," Mom said, and finally let me give her two pecks on the cheek. Later, that moment became a classic scene of my mother constantly talking to relatives, and it is also the most touching moment in my memory.

Later, when my elder brother went to high school, my mother took over the water-blue lady's car with the basket hanging on it and dangled on it for more than ten years.Baskets are often full of vegetables and daily necessities, sometimes incredibly heavy. But we are all taller and heavier than our mother, and we will never sit on a bicycle and let our mother slowly lead us. Although there are no photos of those warm daily scenes of pick-up and drop-off.But as I said, there are no coincidences in this world, everything is tightly meshed like gears, and there are important reasons for existence.My memory of Mom is particularly vivid, must be to preserve those touching moments.

The pharmacy closed at ten o'clock, and Dad came. Dad was very happy to see Mom, and then asked Mom where many things were stored, showing an expression of attachment. "I really want to take you home, let's practice it." Dad sighed, and hugged mom affectionately. This time, my mother was in a physical condition. Before coming to the hospital for an examination, my father kept crying, which made my mother unable to hold back her tears. But Dad's tears are of great significance to Mom, and Mom left behind the hardest work in Dad's life. I was left with my guardian mother, relying on the faint light, slowly reading the last few chapters of "Xun Qin Ji".

At this moment, I couldn't help but think of my younger brother who went back to Taipei for class, and I was a little worried about him. My brother must be very lonely in the empty Taipei.It must be especially hard when you sleep. After thinking about it, my brother called and said good night to my mother. At this moment, I am very grateful to be able to stay by my mother's side.