Lu Yao’s Arrival Prose Essay

Whenever I am tired or exhausted from writing, I like to go to QQ space to look at my photo album. I don’t want to look at anyone, just look at that handsome young man - Lu Yao. Seeing him, the corners of my mouth couldn't help but rise, and a smile rippled in my heart like a spring breeze...

Life is the same as before, casual and casual, careless and always ignoring small details. Naturally, there will be little jokes that make people laugh. When I turned on my computer that day, I saw a message indicating that I had not opened an email from a passer-by. I had just come into contact with computers at that time, and I was still an idiot about everything. The content displayed in the email is: Xu Luyao. I'm always wondering, who is Lu Yao? Who is Luyao? It feels like there is really a lot of junk on the computer. For several days, I didn't care.

My daughter came back from school and saw me sitting in front of the computer writing something, so she asked: "Mom, have you seen your nephew?" I asked where he was? The daughter pouted her red mouth in anger: "Lu Yao, your dear nephew, didn't my cousin send you the photo?" Huh? I was stunned for a while, and then my mind turned around. (Listening to the pronunciation of the characters, I understood Lu Yao and Lu Yao.) Chinese characters are really broad and profound. "Mom, you don't know that Passer is my cousin's online name, but you should know your nephew's name!" My daughter blamed her and saved Lu Yao's photo in my space.

"Mom, my sister said, don't you miss your nephew a lot? You can see it when you turn on the computer." The handsome boy leaned on the sofa and looked at me with curious slender eyes. . I clicked on the photos on the computer and said, "You little bastard, you always surprise and surprise your aunt."

At 9:30 in the evening on the 25th of the twelfth lunar month in 2011, While watching TV, I answered the call from my second brother and asked casually: "Brother, what's the matter?"

"Your sister-in-law gave birth. The boy was born naturally. Mother and son are healthy." The second brother said excitedly, There is an irrepressible joy in the brevity.

"Oh? She gave birth? Not a caesarean section? Great, congratulations to my brother..." I was too excited to say anything, and quickly muted the TV with the remote control. For a woman in her forties, she is really thankful to God that she can give birth smoothly.

"You, can't you come over tonight?" The second brother's voice contained the hope that I would go and share the joy immediately.

I hesitated for a moment: "Brother! I have gone to bed now. In this way, I can go see my old nephew early tomorrow morning, okay?"

"Yeah! Okay. Right! At the People's Hospital." After a pause, I called out almost at the same time: Second Brother, Second Brother called me by my nickname, and then we were silent. The tacit understanding between brother and sister made me feel: this short silence made us think of our father at the same time.

"Brother, take good care of your sister-in-law. My sister congratulates you on the passing of your fifth son. When you turn thirty this year, tell our father that you have a son." I suddenly mentioned my father who died young. My father was treated in People's Hospital for nearly a year. On the other end of the phone, my brother’s voice was choked up. I quickly turned off the phone. In fact, I was already crying.

My husband blames me, my brother told you happy things, why are you so unhappy? Tears rolled down my face and I had no time to speak, but I knew very well in my heart that the happier we are, the brothers and sisters will involuntarily think of our father.

My father died at the age of fifty-nine. My father smiled and told us siblings that he would retire in one year, but he did not expect to retire to the hospital early. My second brother and I have the closest relationship. The three of us, brother and sister, were in the doctor's office when the doctor said that my father's test report came out: malignant tumor, which is cancer. I was the first to burst into tears. The eldest brother lowered his head and cried. The second brother held back his tears and criticized me: "Sister, why are you still so emotional? You can't cry now. You have to try to make our dad happy. Our dad is the dearest to you, but you are so cool in your heart. When you get to the ward, my dad immediately You can tell..." Through the tearful eyes, I could clearly see that the second brother's tears had rolled to the side of his nose. My second brother advised me to go home first and wait until my mood stabilized before visiting my father. The second brother said: "Our dad trusts and pampers you the most. Your words and deeds have a great impact on our dad's mood. Sister, control yourself better."

There are not many patients in the oncology department, so my father's participation is undoubtedly Brought vitality to the dull ward. My father is very talkative, humorous and encouraging. Doctors, nurses, patients and their families all enjoyed communicating with my father. My father told them about the articles he read in newspapers and magazines: about the miracle of wearing iron shoes to cure cancer. My father said that optimism can defeat everything.

We, brothers and sisters, carefully maintained our white lies.

My father has a high level of education and IQ, but apart from reading the obscure writings on the medicine bottles, he never asked about his condition; the oncology doctor did not explicitly say that the cumbersome process of moving around could also make my father feel that he was a certain patient. After I left, my father, who was always optimistic, had a very silent expression in those days. Dad was tough and his pain was never shown in front of us. Chemotherapy, electrotherapy, bypass surgery... a series of cancer treatment methods were used. My father's body became even weaker due to the torture. My father even comforted us who felt sorry for him that he was okay.

His black hair fell out, so his father bought a hat to wear. There were countless needle holes in his arms. In hot weather, his father always wore long sleeves. Due to long-term treatment, his weight dropped from 100 to 100. Over sixty slowly turned into one hundred and ten, and my physical condition was not as good as before. My father also said with a smile that it is hard to buy old age and lose weight if you have money. My brother and sister-in-law bought fruit for my father in various ways, but my father still had a sharp decrease in appetite and could not eat. My brother and sister persuaded him to eat and sleep in the hospital, but my father refused. He insisted on riding a motorcycle to the hospital for treatment, accompanied by his mother, as he did at work, and then went home at 2 or 3 in the afternoon to play cards and chat with someone.

The most free time for my father was the year he passed away. He was working and had almost no time to waste on poker games. The father said that he likes the feeling of home: "We are close to the hospital, so we give up the beds to other patients' family members, who are far away from home. Being sick is painful enough, but if you don't get enough rest, it will be bad. We can give others some help." Just give it if it’s convenient.”

My father persisted for nearly a year. As children, because of our father's cheerfulness, we have actually forgotten his illness. We also firmly believe that the medical level and our father's optimism and tenacity will delay his life or even cause a miracle.

My father is most happy that my brother-in-law and I have time to play cards and mahjong with him. I remember playing Upgrade, because I didn’t know how to count cards, and my brothers and sisters-in-law were unwilling to work with me (I knew they were trying to inspire my father to love me), so I acted like a spoiled child to my father: “Dad, my brothers and sisters-in-law bully me, let’s Let's beat them together." My father chuckled and would help me count the cards, or simply take the cards in my hand; my father and I played mahjong in shifts, and my father always won and I always lost. Finally, our brother and sister praised our father for his superb poker skills. My father likes to ask me to rub his back, and then I squat down to rub his legs to relieve his fatigue. When my brother-in-law and sister-in-law were not looking at him, my father secretly gave me the winning money and said, "Don't let your sister-in-law see it." I just lay in my father's arms and acted like a baby like I did when I was a child.

From the first month of the first month when I learned about my father’s condition until the end of October, when my father’s condition suddenly worsened, we still didn’t believe that our tough and optimistic father would collapse. Because the film just returned from the hospital showed that, in the words of an authoritative doctor, the shadow part of the lungs had been eliminated. In other words, the cancer cells had been killed. We thought that the only time left was to witness the miracle. The doctor said that your father can be discharged from the hospital, but he is too weak. If you take good nutrition, maybe... The second brother told his father: "Dad, except for a small problem with your lungs, your other organs are normal." When the father learned this The news is also very happy. But not long after, my father appeared: he was exhausted, could not ride a motorcycle, walked unsteadily, and even had a low voice.

According to the arrangement of my brother and sister-in-law, I go to my parents’ house every day. During the period of his serious illness, my father may have been completely disappointed with the hospital or felt helpless. He stubbornly refused to enter the hospital again. My aunt, my third aunt, my cousins, my sisters-in-law, and my uncles asked me to urge my father to be hospitalized. My mother, who was not very educated, secretly asked the doctor, but she also cried and complained that our brothers and sisters should not have kept this secret from her. My father shook his head at me and said to me in an almost speechless voice: "If you are filial, don't let me suffer anymore."

As a last resort, I went to find someone who had a good relationship with my father. The village doctor of traditional Chinese medicine (who first discovered that his father's condition was serious) listened with a stethoscope and took his pulse. He called me aside and said the same thing as the doctor at the hospital. He said, there is no point in your father being hospitalized anymore. You should do your best as children! Then, I prescribed some ginseng tonic Chinese medicine, made soup, and infused at home.

After a week, my father seemed to be getting better. After the infusion every day, I would help him lie down in the yard on a wicker chair and bask in the sun. I would rub his legs and massage his back. My father would intermittently tell interesting stories about my childhood. But more often than not, all my father recalled were things from his childhood and school days. When he got tired of talking, he closed his eyes to rest, and I leaned next to him to trim his nails.

My father passed away at around five o'clock in the morning on the sixth day of November. On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, my father was in particularly good spirits. I remember helping my mother feed my father fish.

I carefully plucked the thorns, but my father was eating in a hurry. My mother said, "Your second brother bought the fish. Your dad likes to eat this kind of fish. Your second brother won't come back until after nine o'clock in the evening. Your dad will be happier if your second brother feeds it." My dad also said the same thing.

My father said a lot of sad things that day. When I got tired of talking, I took a break and then continued talking. Talking about his brothers and sisters, talking about grandpa and grandma. It's just that the eldest aunt and the second aunt died of a sudden illness; (the current eldest aunt is the extended aunt) and the uncle went down a well and did not die well; when he was three years old, his grandfather died... In the end, the lives of their brothers and sisters were short. I comforted him: "Dad, don't think so much. As long as you survive this period, you will be fine." While we were chatting, my phone rang. It was the client who wanted me to handle something. I told my father that it was time for me to go. My father, who had never tried to save me, looked straight at me and said, don’t leave tonight. I also shook my phone at him and said, "Dad, something really happened. I will come over early tomorrow morning." My father was slightly disappointed and said, "That's okay."

That night was going well, but my phone ran out of battery. I dreamed all night that I had reached the entrance of my parents' village, but I couldn't reach my parents. I'm leaving! Gone... The eldest brother and the second brother tried their best to notify me. When I stumbled over to my father crying, my father was already fully dressed by my mother, brother and sister-in-law. With tears in my eyes, my brother and sister-in-law pulled away from me, who was hoarse from crying, and said, "Don't dirty our father's shroud. Please put socks on him quickly."

Touching my father's still warm feet , I burst into tears again, nagging indifferently: "Dad, we were still talking yesterday afternoon, and you said you would wait for me to come earlier this morning. Dad, how can you not keep your words! Dad... Wuwuwu..." My sister-in-law pulled me back with tears in my eyes: "You don't care about my mother? How can my mother bear to cry like this?"

I kept holding my father's hand. Until there was no heat anymore and it was cold to the bottom of my heart. In my tears, I felt the pain of not being treated as loved ones and my regret for not seizing the opportunity to accompany my father on his last journey. During the vigil for our father, we brothers and sisters were almost sleepless all night. We whispered the few words our father left for us, and I was afraid that we woke up our father in his sleep...

This memory has been with me for a long time. When I miss my father, When I met the old man in my dream, I could still clearly feel the cold breath on my father's cheeks and hands that was so cold to the bottom of my heart. After my father passed away, for many years I could not go near the hospital where he had stayed; I did not dare to see people wearing mourning clothes; I did not even dare to read articles like this. My father's unexpected death is a hidden pain in my heart, a scar that cannot be touched.

Now the second brother said that his son was born in the same hospital. A few years ago, my dearest person passed away; a few years later, a new life came, and he was still my dearest person. How could I not let my thoughts flip back and forth? Tears wet the pillowcloth. My mother's words rang in my ears: "Although your father is stricter with your second brother, in fact, he still hopes that your second brother will be better. He says that your second brother can just have a daughter, but in fact he hopes that your second brother will have offspring. Yes. Your dad! Even if you don’t say it, I would know it.” It was almost dawn when I fell asleep.

As soon as I fell asleep, I was awakened by the harsh ringtone of my cell phone. My head hurts. It's only five o'clock when I look at the time. Then I look at the caller ID and it's my mother's. Quickly cheer up: "Old lady, what are your instructions?"

"Get up quickly, I know you are lazy. Why don't you cheer up for such a big happy event for our family? I have millet soup. It's all done and I'll send it to your sister-in-law soon. Your second brother was the first one to call you last night. Your second brother kissed you yesterday. Why didn't you come late? Your sister-in-law has eight brothers and sisters, but six of them came last night..." My mother didn't finish her scolding.

I quickly took over the topic: "Mom, be careful about the phone bill. Can you scold me again when we meet? Don't you just want me to visit your grandson earlier? Hey! Mom, let me ask you, My second brother has a son, are you happy to have a grandson?"

"I'm so happy! Hahaha..." My mother's hearty laughter penetrated time and space, ringing in my ears. Swirl around. While my mother was happy, I quickly asked if there were any other top instructions.

My mother lowered her voice: "Nier, mom, you are my daughter. It is not easy for your second brother to have a son at his age. Your sister-in-law has also suffered a lot for your nephew. Brothers. Sisters come to give your nephew two hundred yuan as a meeting gift, and you have to give my grandson two hundred yuan."

I couldn't help but laugh on the other end of the phone.

He said in his heart, the old lady has so many things to worry about! He started teasing her: "Mom, you really care about your son and wife! This is not asking for money for your grandson! Can I ask how many gifts you have prepared for your grandson?"

"One thousand. Hurry up, the food is getting cold, and I have to go to the hospital. How about I wait for you to come over together, and we can go together?"

"Yes, yes, mom. , you go first, I will be there later. "Get dressed and wash up, I can do it in half an hour." I didn't dare to eat, so I hurriedly took a taxi to the hospital.

In the ward, my sister-in-law had already eaten and closed her eyes to rest. Gently, I first looked at my old nephew in the stroller. The little guy was also sleeping soundly with his eyes closed. My mother waved her hand, pointed outside, quietly and affectionately pulled me to the corridor, and whispered about my sister-in-law and the conditions of the child's delivery. She said, "Your sister-in-law is an advanced pregnant woman after all. She is lucky that she did not have a caesarean section." My mother said pitifully, "Look at your sister-in-law's hands, legs and feet. They are swollen like something." I was in a coma in the intensive care unit for a long time last night... I couldn't help but walk into the ward, sit next to my sister-in-law, and gently stroke the back of her white, hair-like hands.

My sister-in-law heard the noise and opened her sleepy and charming eyes: "Sister, here we come. Does your nephew look like your brother or me?" I sincerely thanked my second sister-in-law for my hard work. . Say, it can be like either of you. The second sister-in-law laughed lazily: "You and your second brother are really close brothers and sisters. The first thing your second brother said when he saw me was that it was hard work! Haha, I looked at my son and felt He’s more like your second brother.”

My second brother is ugly, with dark skin, and pimples on his face, especially his slender eyes. His only distinguishing feature is that he is tall and strong; My sister-in-law is a typical beauty, with a rosy and fair face like peach petals; double eyelids and long eyelashes, big and soul-stirring eyes, a straight nose, and lips that are naturally rosy and glossy. The second sister-in-law is a delicate woman. I think my sister-in-law hopes that her son will look more like her second brother, simply because the second brother is filial, responsible, and a responsible man.

Looking at the old nephew again, I said: "My skin is like my second sister-in-law, and my eyes and personality are like my second brother." My sister-in-law laughed, personality? How do you tell that he looks like your second brother? I laughed: "Your son is so filial! He is supposed to be a dragon. In order to make you feel at ease during the New Year, he came to our house half a month in advance. And he also made New Year's money in advance." My sister-in-law was happy: "Sister, you are very good at talking. ”

On the twenty-ninth day of the first lunar month, the second brother and the second sister-in-law celebrated the full moon of their child. The room was packed with cousins, cousins, and sister-in-law’s brothers and sisters. My aunt's children and I couldn't help but talk about our father and my dead aunt (the third aunt is no longer here either). We looked for the traces left by our parents on each other's faces. My cousins ??said that I inherited more of my father's looks, and that my personality and enthusiastic nature are very much like my father's. I actually felt secretly happy in my heart. They said they hope they can sit with me every year and feel a little bit of their father, their uncle.

On the fourth day of the first lunar month of this year, everyone gathered together again. The eldest and second cousins ??of the third aunt's family became grandfathers. My eldest cousin's grandson is five years old, and his name is Dengchao. The second brother laughed, this boy will grow up to be a character! I said to my cousin, "What a great name your grandson has! He can be remembered in no time." The second brother's son has just learned to walk. Two children chased each other in the small and crowded living room. The cousin asked the second brother if his son's name was easy to remember. I said, do you know Lu Yao? Well-known writer. My cousin smiled honestly. He has never read the book and doesn’t know who Lu Yao is, but the name given to your brother’s son is very appropriate. yes! For people in their forties, the journey is long enough.

The daughter of the second brother and sister-in-law is sixteen or seventeen years old. The second brother has achieved some small achievements at least - he bought a house and a car, and he has a child to make the family more lively. My brother and sister are very busy, so we have less time to spend with my mother. Since my father passed away, I have only been with my mother for a few months. My mother said: "You each have a family. Live your little life well, and I will be happy."

Our brothers and sisters also tried to persuade me. Mom can think about her old age life. Mom said that she likes to stay with her two sons and feels at ease. My mother is a conservative person. Even if she came to my house, she would not stay for a few more days. She said she was used to being in her own home. Even if her brother-in-law and sister-in-law worked all day, she still liked to stay in the empty house or chat with the elderly people of the same age nearby.

My mother gets up at five or six o'clock every day and goes to the supermarket to queue up to buy cheap vegetables with the old ladies in the residential building as if they were at work, rain or shine. My brother and sister-in-law have told her many times, but my mother still goes her own way and is too busy talking about it.

The second brother and second sister-in-law thought about finding a job for their mother. As for the second sister-in-law, they didn't think about having a son or a daughter. They just let nature take its course.

Now it’s better. The second brother has a son and a daughter, and he got his wish; my mother also has a job. When I return to my parents' home, I don't have to go to supermarkets or squares to look for my mother. I can see her at any time. The second sister-in-law said: "My mother is over 60 years old, and she takes care of the children more carefully than me, a mother. Now my son sees that our mother is closer than me."

The most ridiculous thing is that the nephew is five months old That time when I was a kid, a young mother on the sixth floor came to my door and happened to hear my mother chatting with her grandson with the window open. My mother said that Lai Lai was so good! I ate six steamed buns at once. Let's drink some water so we don't choke. The neighbor thought my mother was a little confused, my God! How old a child is to dare to eat six steamed buns? People hurriedly knocked on the door to remind them, what’s the result? My mother said that her grandson ate Wangzai steamed buns.

While we were chatting, Lu Yao was probably tired and sat on the floor to act. I quickly went to hug him, but the little guy didn't give me the respect and started struggling and crying. The second brother took over and said, "Sister, how do you think you are an aunt? You don't come very often! My son doesn't even recognize you." My cousin and sister-in-law laughed so hard that I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

My mother still felt sorry for me, so the old man came to my rescue: "Lailai, your aunt is busy working to make money to support the family, but she still misses you, the little guy." When Lu Yao saw my mother, he said I broke away from my second brother's arms and insisted on being hugged by my mother. This was my turning point. I teased my second brother: "Uh! Brother, you are his father. In the eyes of your son, why are you not as close as his grandma?" My second brother scratched his head and laughed: "My son is like this I have seen my mother more than your second sister-in-law and I have developed feelings for each other. Sister, it’s not that I’m angry with you, but my mother sees my son more closely than you do now.”

I just pretended to be out of favor! As if lightly slapping the second brother on the back: "Second brother, don't you see me like this now! I'm not as close as your son? Jealous! Jealous, your son has stolen all the limelight from her aunt." Both the brother and sister-in-law said Laughing at my jealousy with my nephew.

My cousin and sister-in-law asked my mother, isn’t it very tiring for you to raise your children like this? My mother said with a smile: "Why are you tired? I am grateful to my grandson. He weighed more than 7 pounds when he was born, and now he weighs more than 30 pounds. He is slowly growing day by day, and my strength is also gradually increasing. He wants me to suddenly I really can’t hold such a heavy child. Now you see how easy it is for me to hold it. I don’t have to go to the square to exercise with my grandson.”

Hehehe... Actually, I am also grateful. Lu Yao. The arrival of this little kid brought a lot of joy to our family; because of his arrival, my mother was a little tired but very happy. Lu Yao replaced us brothers and sisters, and the family happiness he brought to our mother made everyone even happier; our cousin , cousin, brother and sister-in-law became closer because of Lu Yao.

Lu Yao has arrived, joy has arrived!