A touching story of saying goodbye.

When Sister Sun called, it was still daytime in America, but I thought it would be dark as soon as it was dark.

I hurried back, but it was still late. Death took my dad and left this world forever.

it happened just a month ago.

our father and son are at odds, so I don't want to mention the details. In a word, since my mother died three years ago, I think everything in China has nothing to do with me. I don't even want to think: I don't know which day, my father who has a heart attack and drinks too much will die.

My father's body is parked in the morgue, and I have only a few distant relatives who can't be named. Another person is Sister Sun. She is an old neighbor of our family, and everyone calls her Sister Sun. I looked at my dad's body: very peaceful, as if knowing that I was back and waiting quietly. This serenity aggravated the sadness in my heart: he is my father, and I failed to die for him. Is even the funeral doomed to be sad and cold?

"Yes," Sister Sun quietly took out a mobile phone. "Your father asked me to give this to you before he died."

a new mobile phone, so new that you can't even read your fingerprints.

"turn it on." Sister Sun added, "That's what your father said."

I did.

the phone has just been turned on for less than three minutes, and there is a short message prompt.

"open it." Sister Sun said again. Undoubtedly, this is also what my father asked me to do.

I did it again.

A line appears on the mobile phone screen:

"Come back? I'm dad. Now do as I say ... Don't worry, I'll help you make my funeral look decent. "

I'm a little overwhelmed by an accident. However, I did as the message suggested. I went home, opened the desk drawer, took out a key from the first drawer and opened the third drawer. Take out another envelope from the third drawer. There is a small notebook in the envelope, full of names and telephone numbers, and there are sixty or seventy people in one * * *. They are all people who need to be invited to my father's funeral.

the incredible thing started from that moment.

My father's body was transferred to the funeral home. People who received my call came one after another. At this time, I realized that no matter where I went, my father and I, and my family, could not be separated.

since I received the first message, a new message will appear on my father's mobile phone every once in a while.

All the messages came in time:

"Liu X, you have to call him Liu Shu, and the phone number is in the notebook. Call him and ask him to help you preside over my funeral. "

"Don't let the guests go hungry. You called XX Hotel, and I greeted my boss and asked them to deliver the box lunch. Three meals a day can't be less, and there is less rudeness. "

"Don't ask for a car, it's very kind and expensive. I don't care about the ostentation and extravagance, let alone you. Call the bus company directly and hire a bus. It's only 2 yuan a day, which saves money and benefits ... "

" Am I going to be cremated soon? Son, you have to be careful about this: touch the ashes when they come out. If they are not hot, they are probably not mine. I heard that there is a mistake ... urn? Just make it simple. It's just a box. Even the best box has its moments of decay. I know it's not easy for you to be abroad. I don't care, and you don't have to spend a lot of money. "

in short, my father's funeral was very good.

All this was actually made possible by the mobile phone he left behind, and by the short messages that looked like magic calculations. I can't believe he's really dead.

After the funeral, that is, on the morning of the fourth day after my dad died, I was sorting out his belongings when Sister Sun knocked at the door.

"By the way," said Sister Sun, looking at the relic, "it seems that your father left you an inheritance."

I said no. The relics are nothing more than books and clothes, and nothing else has been found.

"Didn't you get the message again?" Sun Jie was suspicious.

"No." I said, take out the phone.

coincidentally, just then, a new message appeared:

"I'm dad. How was my funeral? Dad had an argument with you before, but it was dad's fault, because I always thought that my son should listen to Lao Tzu ... Let's forget about it. You have to do two things now. One thing is to settle accounts with the communication company. They opened an appointment SMS service, and all the messages you received were set by me, but now I'm dead, so you have to settle accounts with the communication company for me. Another thing is, I left you some money, which is in the safe of XXX bank. You can pick it up at any time. The safe has my password, and the password number is 5468 □□□□□ ……… "

What's the matter? The password number behind is not displayed.

Sister Sun and I looked at each other, gaping.

I found the communication company and explained everything. The other party immediately began to investigate: yes, those text messages were booked six months before my father died, and the new mobile phone was specially provided by the other party. According to the contract between the two parties, once the mobile phone is turned on, it will automatically send those short messages written by my father in advance.

"However, the last message is incomplete," I said. "The five Arabic numerals behind the password part are out of sight."

"I feel strange, too." The other party is a section chief. "Are you the first person to turn on the phone?"

this is what I didn't expect.

"According to the contract, the short messages in this mobile phone are allowed to be sent twice. Could it be that someone flew the plane before you and lost the password? "

That's the truth. Those short messages were not sent twice in a loop.

although I doubt sister sun, I have no evidence.

a joke? A mistake? Or some kind of providence?

I don't know. In a word, my father's death hit me so hard that I didn't care about any inheritance at all. As soon as my father's "first seven" was over, I bought a plane ticket back to America.

as for the communication company, I have settled the expenses, and no text messages will be sent to me from now on.

as for the mobile phone, it is a precious relic left by my father. I put it in my arms carefully.

I returned to America. Go to work in the company as usual every day and take a part-time job after work. Buy fast food, take a bath, read books and sleep at night. Occasionally, I took out my father's mobile phone and looked at it for a while.

suddenly one day, there was a registered letter from China in my mailbox.

after reading the letter, I immediately ran to the bank and found that there was indeed an extra sum of money in my account, which was quite a sum of money for me. That money is exactly what my father left me.

I read the letter over and over again until my tears blurred:

"I'm dad. Forgive dad for lying to you in the short message. But there is a reason for this. I expected that Sister Sun would turn on her phone and peek before giving it to you. So, I made up all the lies about the bank safe and password to make her play. You may not know in the United States that the country is now very developed, and letters from post offices and international remittances from banks have all opened appointment services. As long as the hospital tells you my death notice, Liu Shu will help me get everything done. In short, when you see this letter, you can almost check the remittance. It's time to say goodbye now, son. Goodbye. Dad loves you. "