Wenyuan | Worried

● Zhang Yinyu

I was looking at the medical records in the desk, and suddenly heard the bell sound, immediately closed the computer, stood up and took off the white coat, and walked out.

A bad, why did you forget the time, and said that if there was no patient, he would go back early. Now I have a small clinic, which is more free, there are more people, overtime, fewer people, can open a small difference.

I can't care about admiring the scenery on the side of the road and speed up as much as possible. I do n’t know that the meals this morning have been hot several times. I am not distressed that electricity costs, nor do I think that the food is hot, but I am worried that my eighty -six -year -old mother stood in front of the window and waited for me.

My mother has seven children of our siblings, and her father was in the world thirty years ago. The mother helped us bring our older children. Seeing that the grandchildren grew up and went to work, they worked away from home, and formed a small family, but they were dried into a single -shaped old man by the years. The two brothers had drifted to the city and took their grandchildren, and the sisters slowly upgraded to grandma. As I was the youngest, and I will enter the year of knowing the destiny. The child is the easiest to go to college. I have repeatedly let my mother move to the county seat to live with me, which is what my brother and sisters mean. The mother always shook her head and stayed alone in her hometown.

This year, his wife went to the countryside because of work needs. I said she would drink the Northwest Wind no matter how I don't care about me. When her mother saw that her oldest son did not cook, she left her hometown three steps back. Packing up the house for my mother and telling me a long breath, looking at her carefully sitting on the sofa, two thin hands on my knees, looking at everything blankly, I felt sad.

The next day, as soon as I got home, my mother stood at the door, like a child who had done something wrong, and said with aggrieved and anxiously: "You did not teach me how to use it. I didn’t cook. "The dishes." It's okay, our mother's meal, don't do it, see your son for 20 minutes to be good. "

My mother followed me, and I waved his hand and said, "No, mom, you go, eat a ready -made meal."

"I cook for others all my life, and I have never been too lazy to cook." The mother was angry, "You don't want me to do it for you, I will go back. After waiting for one morning, I don’t know which one to press. I read."

I was stunned in my heart, as if to see my mother holding her feet, rubbing her hands, looking at the right side in the kitchen, touching the red pupa, and the green button, I never dared to start. My hard -working and capable mother, outside the room, outside the wind and rain, why had it been afraid of it? The "three eight red flag bearers" on the old house wall is really deserved, but now it is scared by years. My eyes were a bit sour, and I said, "You see, this rice cooker is easy to use ..." I said as I did.

In this way, the eighty -six -year -old mother made me cook again. I don't know her memory is so good, and I still remember what I love to eat. Give me steamed wheat rice, rolling noodles, noodle spicy ... The wife came back on Sunday, and when she got up, her mother had already made a meal. We told her that the wife didn't need to do it at home. She said, "It's okay, I wake up early, sleep back pain, you are busy with you, I can cook."

My wife told my mother in private that I poured less water for distilled buns, and only two buns were placed. A large pot of water "gurgling" could not be burned for a long time; Rehears again, people can't come back, and the meal is cold again. I don't think it doesn't matter, that is, more water and more electricity, and according to the mother's habit. The second article is really too troublesome, just like yesterday, the mother burned the porridge and scooped into the bowl and waited for me. After a while, when she touched it, when she was cold, she poured water into the pot and heated the porridge. If I didn't go home, she kept heating and didn't know how hot it was.

"Mom, start cooking at eleven o'clock in the future. In the past, the two of us went to work, both came back and then waited."

"Which of this is, I am busy in my life, I only let me wait for people, never let people wait for the meal, let alone cook now." Well, I served a young mother to adhere to the principle of her "rice and others". Essence

No, when I walked out of the clinic, I couldn't wait to fly to the wings, and I was afraid that my mother would go to the hot meal again, worried that she would wait for too long in front of the window.

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