It was a morning when my mother gave birth to me, the sun was shining on the top of the church, and the exhaust gas of the city made the whole city chaotic.It was not cold in the early autumn morning, and the dark leaves had already begun to curl up on the trees. People who had just woken up yawned, stretched their arms and legs, and looked aimlessly at the street at their door. An old-fashioned gray Volga sedan drove unhurriedly on the cement road, bypassed Huigong Square, turned onto a narrower brick road, and finally drove into the porch of the General Hospital of the Military Region, and stopped with a "chi" sound. down.The driver got out of the car first, opened the door, and a soldier got out of the car.The soldier looked about forty years old, wearing a whitish military uniform with surprisingly bright collar badges and cap badges. The soldier was not tall, his slender eyes blinked without expression, his brows were furrowed, and he walked down the steps with his hands behind his back. Go to the inpatient ward.

The young driver bent down and picked up a three-year-old girl from the car. After getting out of the car, the little girl broke free from the driver's hands and chased after the soldier. When the soldier pushed away the inpatient department, he stopped for a moment. He was waiting for his three-year-old daughter, Ai Chao.Ai Chao didn't look at the soldier, and slipped under his father's arm pushing the door.The lights in the corridor of the inpatient department were still on, and the entire corridor was still quiet at this moment. The little girl stopped, looked at the soldier hesitantly and asked:

"Dad, where is Mom?" "Go in," said the soldier. "Why is it so dark here?" the little girl said as she walked. The soldier walked in front of the little girl in a few steps, and before he reached the door of the nurse's duty room, a female nurse in a white coat with a bright collar badge on the collar called out in a very pleasant voice: "Chief." The soldier snorted and nodded. The nurse led the way. She saw the three-year-old girl and bent down to hold her in her arms.After two rooms, the nurse pushed open the door of a ward. There were two beds in the ward, but there was only a pale woman with eyes closed lying there.The woman fell asleep, and the soldier looked at the woman and frowned again.

The female nurse put down the little girl in her arms and said, "I'll bring the baby here." The soldier didn't say anything, he sat down on the empty bed, and the little girl ran to the woman's bed and stretched out a pair of small hands to pat her. face, slapped and shouted: "Mom—" The woman woke up, she glanced at the little girl, and finally looked over the girl's head to see the soldier sitting on the opposite bed.The woman smiled, and in an instant, a blush flashed across her face, and the woman called softly: "Yukun." The soldier's brows did not relax at all, but he stood up and did not walk towards the bed.

Tears suddenly rolled from the corners of the woman's eyes.I wanted to say something, but my throat was choked, but I couldn't say anything.The little girl stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from the woman's face, and the woman clenched the little girl's hand, still looking at the soldier. At this time, the nurse came in with the baby in her arms. The nurse put the baby beside the mother, unwrapped the baby, and said, "It's a boy." At this time, I was naked outside the swaddle, and I suddenly burst into tears.The man's brow frowned again, but it relaxed immediately. "Good, good!" said the soldier.The nurse immediately swaddled me again.The girl pointed to me in the swaddling baby and said: "Little brother, little brother." The girl's expression was filled with surprise.

That year was a morning in the early autumn of 1959 AD.Under the watchful eyes of the whole family, I was carried to the baby care unit by the nurse again. I was crying so loudly that I smelled the body odor from the nurse's collar, and my crying stopped abruptly. Twenty years later, when I lay on the back of my eyebrows and woke up from a coma, there was a "boom" deep in my memory, and the instant feeling communicated with the moment twenty years ago.A feeling that is both familiar and strange floats in my soul again. At this time, I saw Meimei's sweaty face clearly, with a few strands of short hair sticking to her sweaty face, her eyebrows and teeth were clenched tightly, and she kept panting heavily, and the intricate weeds under her feet entangled her eyebrows from time to time. feet, the mountains are steep and slow, and the trees are overgrown.i want to rush

Mei said something, and I put my mouth next to her ear, at this moment a piercing pain made me faint again. In my drowsiness, I sniffed the familiar smell from twenty years ago, and I seemed to have returned to twenty years ago. Ten years later, a few days before Mei went to Australia, I was fortunate to have a relationship with Mei's mother.Mei's mother has retired at home, and Mei's shadow can still be seen from her body.Mei's mother was stunned for a full minute when she first saw me, and then asked tentatively, "Mr. Zhong, who are you?"When I finished answering, she almost screamed. I could see that she was hiding a kind of uneasiness and confusion. She turned her face away and turned her gray hair to me. After a long time, she said: "You were still I delivered the baby."

My heart trembled suddenly.I've heard my sister tell me countless times before that her mother was a midwifery nurse.When I first understood that moment, the familiar smell drifted through my senses again. When I left Mei's mother, I saw her face was full of tears.I didn't understand that kind of tears, until after Mei left for many days, once I saw Mei's mother sitting in front of her father, with the same tears streaming down her face. In a trance, I seemed to realize something. I stood in my mother's room, looking at the portrait of my mother, and I cried out hotly in my heart: "Mom—" At this time, tears came out of my eyes unconsciously.

My mother is hazy and far away in my memory. The enlarged portrait in front of me made my mother so strange for a while.I stared at the portrait for a long time, and cried out in my heart: Mother, you are so pitiful. My mother died for love in the Shihezi labor reform farm in Xinjiang, but my mother did not get love until she died. Whenever Mei is nestled in my arms and accepting my caress like a lamb, I often ask her countless times: "How did you carry me from the jungle to the field ambulance hospital?" The second eyebrow didn't answer, and there was a look of pride in her docile eyes.

I knew that there was not only pride in those eyes, but also happiness, so I leaned down and kissed those eyes that moved my heart.At this time, those eyes were closed, and the long eyelashes were like a forest, which made me get lost in the forest again and again. Mei and I fell in love with each other because of that trip to the jungle. Later, I heard the doctor tell me that it took me three days and three nights for me to walk out of the forest. Three days, a weak woman, carrying a comatose Unconscious man.This story will bring tears to the eyes of any man with a heart.For three days, I hardly felt the pain caused by the explosion, but what was surging in the depths of my memory was the unforgettable body odor that I will never forget.

Later, I hugged my eyebrows and sniffed my body. When I felt that smell again and again, I temporarily forgot the pain of my eyebrows and my pain.Now, I miss Mei who is far away in Australia, but I am tormented by another evil.