Chapter 17 Part III, Verse 17: When we are most lonely, we depend on each other for life

Batu's self-portrait How can I not praise him?He is really a cute and sensible boy. Although he is too active, he is the "first troublemaker" in the class, he is sloppy in his studies, and his grades are not very good, but in the grade book at the end of the school year, his conduct is listed Neatly, reassuringly written: all excellent. [Serial 14] We depend on each other when we are most lonely Batu was just able to speak when he was a child. We asked him to memorize his home address, phone number and the names of his relatives in case he would lose it or have any accidents.Once he took a bus with his grandmother, a middle-aged woman gave up his seat for him after getting on the bus, and teased him: "What's your name?"

"My name is Yingbatu. I am 3 years old. My mother's name is Song Dandan, my father's name is Yingda, and my grandfather's name is Ying Ruocheng. We live at No. 3 Fujian Hutong, Dongcheng District, Beijing. Our home phone number is 5131531!" He said seriously , Confidentially telling the whole story of "family background", all the people present laughed. Yes, he used to have a wonderful family, and every member of this family is outstanding.And when he was less than 7 years old, everything fell apart overnight. After the divorce, I flew to San Francisco, USA for vacation.During my time in America, I discovered and confessed that I made the biggest mistake of my life.I miss my son with pain and can't contain my remorse.I thought everything could be remedied, but Yingda's quick remarriage broke all my fantasies.

March 20th is Batu's birthday, I sent him two photos and a beautiful birthday card from the United States: My dearest son, my darling: Mom just can't say how much I miss you.The weather in the United States is particularly good, extremely blue, and the clouds are particularly white.But mom has no intention of staying here, because mom just wants to go back as soon as possible, see you and hug you right away.After going back, my mother will take you to spend the weekend, sleep in a quilt, and tell you stories. My baby, you are 7 years old, you are a big boy.Mom wants you to always be a kind and honest person.

Baby, mom will go back before the end of March, and mom will bring you a gift. always love you mom 1997.3.10. I'm sorry kid.I only think of myself.I divorced without hesitation, left the child in that home and left.Unexpectedly, from that day on, my heart was suspended in the air, unable to settle down to do anything, like a kite with a broken string, I don’t know where it will fly. God is so fair: if you take a step, you can only move forward. After returning to China, I met Batu on the appointed day.I said to him, "You're old enough to understand what I'm going to tell you, are you ready to listen?"

"Of course." he replied. Then I told him that I was getting ready to take him back, I told him that mom doesn't have a home and can't give him a very comfortable life, but mom never wants to leave him again. He was so bright, so calm, completely beyond my expectations.He asked me immediately after listening: "Mom, Dad is married, when will you get married?" "I don't know, son." I said, "If mom finds a man who loves mom, I will let you make decisions for mom. If you think it's good, mom will marry him. If you don't think it's okay, mom will. One leg, making a "kick" motion.

He laughed, so happy.He felt that he had a lot of power, and he felt how important he was to his mother. "Yes," said he, "if father loves mother only, and father does not love me, mother will not be happy either." "No!" I looked at him, "Dad will always love you, but for some reason Dad and Mom can't live together, and Dad and Mom will always love you!" I said firmly. "No!" He was a little anxious, "I'm not talking about my father, I'm talking about my future father, the father who is with my mother." My knees went limp at that moment, I didn't expect him to say such a thing.I hugged my son and we held each other in what seemed the loneliest moment.

"You will be happier than other children, I promise." I whispered to him, "You see, other students only have one family, but you have two families, and the people in both families are your relatives. Happier than others!" I just want to tell him and myself: the sun will shine and everything will be fine for us. On June 30 of that year, I wanted to get back my son's "custodial rights", and my heart that was hanging in mid-air fell back to its original place. He went to boarding school and I picked him up at noon on Friday.As soon as I entered the gate, the old man in the reception room said to me: "Are you here? Your son has been telling others from the beginning to the end this week: My mother will pick me up on Friday, and I will belong to my mother!" See you, all the teachers I also conveyed the same words.