Hoarding Goods In Space: Struggling To Survive In A Crisis World.
Chapter 853
Ye Fu saw a sentence on the Internet.
The death of a loved one is not a terrible storm, but a lifetime of humidity.
When his mother died, his whole body was as if sucked in his soul, he did not cry in the ward, he did not cry in the crematorium, he did not cry in the crematorium, he did not even cry when half of his ashes were scattered into the sea and half into the grave.
It was an ordinary afternoon, he was sitting on the balcony basking in the sun, because it was the weekend, he came home to eat with his father.
My father was busy in the kitchen, as usual, both talking and laughing, he would talk about interesting things at school, and my father would talk about the patients he met at the hospital.
The afternoon sun fell on his body, like the embrace of a mother, Ye Fu tears flowed from the corner of his eyes, he felt pain in his heart like a needle prick, he stretched out his hand to pick something up, he said, but it can't. .
Obviously he seems to be still at home, and there's his breath in every corner, why can't I catch him.
Ye Fu lay on the ground and cried loudly, his father was so frightened that he ran out with a spatula.
"Dad, I miss mom, I want mom."
Ye Baichuan's eyes turned red, he dropped the spatula, and hugged his daughter tightly, "There is still a father, you still have a father, don't cry, Fufu won't cry."
Ye Fu felt that his tears could not be shed no matter what, he looked at his gray-haired father and whispered "Mom".
He rarely lost control, this was the first time he had been in so much pain three months after his mother died.
In fact, she often thought about it when she saw boiled pork in her mother's cafeteria, when she was in class, when she was reading in the library, and when she was on the bus.
He even went to Antique Street to find some fortune tellers and ask their advice on how to dream about his dead mother.
He would leave the house in the middle of the night to talk to her in the grave.
The woman who took it from the trash can and gave her life back could only lie under this cold rock right now.
"Mom, if there's a next life, I still want to be your daughter. I want to see you early, is that okay? I'm not your daughter enough."
"I've had a test recently, and I'm going to be busy. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. It's just that he misses you so much. He often sees your picture in the room and cries. Ma'am, go and see it in Dad's dream." 'okay?"
Ye Fu looked at the photo of the woman on the tombstone, and leaned her head towards him, in this position, as if she was being hugged by her mother again.
The schoolwork is getting heavier, Ye Fu keeps herself busy.
This year, 65-year-old Ye Baichuan returned to work after five years. He brought a camera to travel. He said that he wanted to see all the sights his mother wanted to visit but never had the chance to leave, and then took a lot of photos and brought them back.
Every weekend when Ye Fu returned home, she would usually put a wreath in her parents' room.
In the eighth month of the lunar calendar, when Ye Fu was in his third year of junior high school, his father returned.
I haven't seen him for a year, and his weight has dropped a lot and become very dark During this year, he went to over ten provinces, dozens of cities, and took over 100,000 photos.
The first thing Ye Baichuan did when he came back was to take Ye Fu to the cemetery to visit Shen Zhen.
The grave guard's parents still remembered them, and when he saw them coming, he came to greet warmly.
Ye Baichuan nodded, "I went on a trip and just came back."
The old man looked at Ye Fu with a smile, "That little girl comes here every month, she really is a good and devoted child."
Ye Baichuan reached out and patted Ye Fu on the shoulder, "My most devoted daughter."
The father and daughter came to Shen Zhen's tombstone, wiped the photos, laid the flowers, and put all sorts of snacks down, they sat on the left and right, they sat on the right, and share with Shen Zhen under the gravestone new things this year.
"I met the students you sponsored earlier. He's amazing. Now he has returned to the village to start a business and help the impoverished hometown to get out of poverty. He always remembers you and writes many letters to you."
"I'm also going to a scenic spot you've always wanted to visit. Really lovely. I walked almost 50,000 steps that day, and my shoes were almost worn."
"I also took a lot of pictures. My photography skills were poor, as you know, but this year my skills improved a lot, and I am quite an expert. I picked some of the best ones and burned them for you. Please comment. "
"By the way, your favorite singer in the past held a concert in the city where I live. I went to see her. I didn't know much about it before. In fact, after I listened carefully that day, I found out that she sang very well. Unlike me, she's tone deaf, Speaking of lack of tone, none of our family can sing, Fufu is the least attuned, do you remember? When Fufu was still in elementary school, their teacher wanted him to perform a show on Children's Day, and try his best I recommended him to sing, but so Fufu opened his voice that day, and so Fufu did, the teacher was surprised. He said that he had never seen a child who was so out of tune. Fufu was very sad and cried when he came back. At that time, you and I showed him that I discussed what it means to be like a parent like a daughter, our incongruity is hereditary."
Ye Fu was helpless and funny, "Dad, this happened many years ago, yet you still remember it."
"Of course I remember. After all, because of this incident, the teacher suspects you have a problem with your little brain, and specifically invites your parents, telling us to take you to the hospital for a check-up."
When Ye Fu thought about this incident, he felt extremely embarrassed.
"In fact, the cause of pentatone insufficiency is that the muscles around the vocal cords are not fully developed, leading to an inability to pronounce some of the tones. Another reason is a person's ear's ability to distinguish bad sounds, leading to unstandard pronunciation."
Ye Fu smiled helplessly.
"So it's a disease that can't be cured. Our whole family's tone deaf."
The two stayed in the cemetery for a few hours, before leaving, the old man of the tomb guard came again
"Don't worry, the graves are cleaned every day. I'm a bastard. When I'm bored, I'll talk to them. Dr. Shen also has many friends here."
Ye Fu bowed to the old man, "Thank you."
"Thank you, I, I like to talk to them the most. I have seen many stories of people here, and there are many poor people. I'm chatting with them, and they won't be lonely."
Ye Fu's eye circles were reddish in color.
"As long as one remembers it and remembers it, they will be happy in the next life."
Ye Fu looked at the dense tombstone, his heart like it was scratched by fur.
Leaving the grave, the father and daughter slowly went down the mountain, watching the sunset in the west, Ye Fu stepped forward and grabbed onto Ye Baichuan's arm.
"Dad, are you still traveling!"
"If I don't go to the mountains and rivers, I've seen enough. Next, I want to accompany my daughter and live a good life."
Ye Fu turned to look at him, "Thank you, Dad."