Story

(1)

They are a family of three.

The wife and husband each do their own thing after dinner. My wife likes to talk on the phone. Even if it is an overseas phone call, the conversation is endless because of the reluctance of her best friend. The husband likes to play video games, and it is said that he has formed a pretty decent game team to sit together regularly to study strategies.

That year, my son was nine years old and in the third grade of elementary school. He doesn't fully understand what his parents are busy doing every day. He tried to get attention by acting coquettishly, but what he received was a loud response from his mother: Go and do your homework. Do you want to be scolded in class tomorrow? ! Go quickly!

He went to find his father, only to see his father hiding in the study and smoking with a sad face. The computer screen opposite had long been shrouded in smoke and dreamy. With this game, it was like a wonderland. And dad seems to be an immortal, practicing with great concentration.

In the end, he did not call out "Dad". He closed the door gently and passed by his mother's bedroom. He only heard that his mother was still on the phone. He shook his head and returned to his room.

(2)

They are not a family of three.

My son is fourteen years old and in the second grade of junior high school. He did not pass the district key exam and often secretly takes his parents’ money to go out to smoke and drink with his so-called brothers.

After I was drunk, my mind was filled with scenes of being beaten when I was a child. Some were beaten because I didn’t eat well, some were beaten because I cried and shouted for my father to play with me, and some were beaten because I didn’t want to learn. The beatings the piano received... countless beatings filled his heart with hatred for this family.

He couldn't figure out why other people's parents could speak well to their children, but his parents never knew what they were busy with, had no time to listen to him, no time to accompany him, and if they were not careful, they would will be detonated.

It was very cold in Chengdu that winter. He almost froze to death on the street many times because he was drunk.

What made him even more heartbroken was that his parents divorced during that extremely cold winter. He didn't choose to live with either party. He didn't want to live with their wandering eyes and careless care.

The family is broken up. He simply packed a few clothes, the microphone and a pair of small speakers that he won the primary school singing competition championship, and threw them all into the bag. The only thing he didn't bring was the mobile phone his father bought for him.

There was a "bang", the door was locked, and he didn't know where to make a living.

(3)

Three people.

In the years after he left, my mother often woke up from nightmares. Images of beating and scolding children kept playing in her mind. She woke up crying again and again, then frantically searched every room, shouting her son's name, begging God to bring him back quickly.

She would also run to the train station and bus station and stay there for most of the day, holding the mobile phone left by her son in her hand and mumbling his name. Several times, when she was taken to the police station as a trafficker, she didn't even defend herself. She just looked at the police in a daze, with tears in her eyes. She was still a forty-year-old woman! Wrinkles have already appeared at the corners of his eyes, and there are too many white hairs on his temples to count.

People who don’t know why think that she has gone through such a terrible time.

Before the Spring Festival of the year he ran away, his father was hospitalized due to a work-related injury and became a third-level disability. Although it did not affect his daily life, he could no longer make money through labor. He took to retirement life early.

Their son did not go far, he was in Sichuan Province. He once said to his friends, "Mom and dad will grow old one day. They only have one child, me. I can't ignore them."

He washed dishes in restaurants, worked as a nurse in a hospital, and He also dated a girlfriend, who later defrauded him of all the 20,000 yuan he had worked so hard to save. He left a note and politely left.

He looked at the note with tears all over his body. He missed his parents crazily, but couldn't think of a reason to contact them. He wrote his home address and phone number on the wall of the rental house. The black smoke-stained wall looked like a mural from a thousand years ago, full of stories.

Write every day, write every day, the bottom is full, and I step on the stool to write on top. It seems that every time he writes, his heart becomes a little lighter.

(4)

A disaster.

On May 12, 2008, the chandelier on the roof was shaking and making a clanging sound. That day, he had just gotten off the night shift and fell into a deep sleep, not noticing anything was wrong. Within a few seconds, the chandelier fell to the ground. He sat up and thought, "It's over. Is there an earthquake?" He got up to get the microphone and the small speaker. These were his treasures, because in his impression , only that singing competition, his parents accompanied him to participate. He will remember it forever.

He didn’t know what force led him to run out of the rental house and stand in front of the ruins. He was so scared. He missed his home and his parents. He wanted to fly back to Chengdu immediately.

That day, my parents were watching the news and saw the earthquake in Wenchuan. Their hearts felt inexplicable pain, as if their son was experiencing all this.

(5)

They are a family of three.

On the day of the earthquake, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he chose to be a volunteer and rescued many people from the rubble with his own hands, many of whom were children from nearby schools. They were seriously injured and were still in a coma. Calling mom and dad.

On the second day after the earthquake, his parents also chose to be volunteers and actively contacted relevant organizations to come to Wenchuan. My mother has experience as a doctor and has saved many children from death. Every time she goes to the operating table, she silently prays that her son will not encounter such a disaster.

During that time, aftershocks occurred frequently, and everyone was exhausted and frightened. Their encounter was so simple that no one expected. Early that morning, a large number of new rescue supplies arrived, and there were not enough manpower. He was young and strong, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to go to another area to help. The person in charge of registering items in another area is his father.

Perhaps he will never forget that moment in his life. The second time he and his father's eyes intertwined with each other so fiercely, the first time was during the singing competition twenty years ago.

They did not exchange too many greetings and continued to be busy. My father gave a message to my mother, but my mother had no time to change out of her white coat and ran over. They didn't bother him. They only looked at him a few times and told him to pay attention to his safety when he delivered a box of items for registration.

And his tears were already flowing down like a flood that could not be restrained when he turned around.