Deep feelings hidden in wonton

Last autumn, my mother found out the advanced stage of gastric cancer. Every morning, my father will go to morning exercises with my mother as usual.

I stood at the window and watched my parents walk side by side, talking and laughing. I couldn't help crying. ...

My mother used to wrap a wonton every week to satisfy my father's appetite. My dad said that the wonton in any restaurant outside is not of the same grade as that wrapped by my mother. My mother's wonton is thin and tender, and it tastes fragrant but not greasy.

Whenever my father talks about the wonton wrapped by my mother, his face is full of energy; My mother always laughs when she hears my father's praise, and sometimes she hums happily while washing dishes in the kitchen. Since her mother was ill, she has changed her habits. Every week, Li Jiaoran met Du for the first time when she was a senior in high school. "Look, the devil!" Countless pairs of eyes were thrown at Luo Tao, and people screamed with horror and excitement, and many people flocked to watch the scene of bustle. Luo Tao could no longer control his anger, and he burst into tears. "She is not blind? How do you explain this movie? " Silent regret. Uncle Sun may recognize this voice. Uncle Sun is unhappy: "What are you talking about? My father is blind. You think my whole family is blind. Once upon a time, a young man also explained to us ... "Squeezing out of the crowd, Han Yin caught him. Han Yin wiped her tears and said loudly, "You mustn't laugh at him! Do you know what happened to his face? He is a firefighting hero. If it weren't for him, the workshops in our factory would have burned out! " That time, as an assistant, she accompanied the director of the film and television department, Mr. Zhuang, to attend a salon in the film and television investment plaza. During the intermission, he came to hand over his business card. In the well-dressed crowd, he is simple and casual, with a T-shirt and jeans and no shoes. Wonton is wrapped three times. My father can eat more and more. He wolfs down wonton.

Mother complained: "Look at you, it seems that you haven't eaten wonton for 800 years. You can't eat slowly. No one competes with you. "

I know in my heart that my mother cooks wonton twice a week because she knows that her time is running out, and she can get through it more, so he can get through it smoothly. Once you pack wonton for your father, you will pack more. And my father also understands my mother's mind, and he gets fat every time he eats wonton. My father, who has always paid attention to his health, is not unaware that eating too much is harmful to his health. He is cherishing every opportunity to eat wonton and every wonton wrapped by his mother.

My parents are very calm about my mother's illness. I have never heard them talk about it. Even when my mother takes medicine, she still has a smile on her face. And my father pretended as if nothing had happened, as if my mother just had a minor illness like a cold. Life has not changed much because of my mother's illness, and the atmosphere at home is still so warm.

I didn't hear their sighs, nor did I see a trace of sadness on their faces. Every day, they still go to the park for morning exercises as usual, go to the theater to watch their faces change, and go home to have a happy chat. My mother likes growing flowers, and my father buys pots from home. The whole balcony is full of flowers, so there is no place to waste it. The flowers are overflowing.

On the way back to the ward, Yin Guoqiang asked Huo Huachao: "Why not let Huo Nan's mother do matching?" Huo Huachao told the whole story. Yin Guoqiang said: "In any case, we must find a way to find her!" Seeing that Yin Guoqiang was so determined, Huo Nan felt that the old lady was awake.

The heart beats fast and slow.

Let her go a little too far. I feel that there is an inexplicable happiness that really hits her heart.

Mom is getting thinner and thinner, but her spirit is still so good. It was Saturday, my sister and I were sitting in the living room, my mother was making wonton, and my father was playing chess with others downstairs.

Mom said, "Mom's sick mother knows that I'm not worried about anything now, but about your father." Although he is happy all day now, he is actually afraid that I will be sad, but when I really leave, he will be very sad. "

My sister and I didn't talk, and tears swirled in our eyes. "Young couples always come with them. Your father is old, but he has no partner. Mom is gone, you should take good care of him.

"Mom, you stop ..." I cried loudly. My father and mother still like wonton, but my sister and I find it hard to swallow.

Maybe people really have a hunch about death. The night before my mother died, she called me to Dazhu and frowned. What's more, she is cursing him. He suddenly became angry and thought, even if this woman doesn't like herself, there is no need to swear so viciously. Dazhu impulsively knocked on Xia Yao's door. As soon as Xia Yao opened the door, Dazhu asked angrily, "Where have I offended you? You can hear me so loudly ... your mouth is too poisonous! It took me a while to calm down a little. I can't let her succeed! I tried my best to control my emotions and said to Li Ming, "Let's cook and eat. Let bygones be bygones!" " Xia Yao looked at Dazhu and retorted, "Who scolded you? I cursed the dog! None of your business? " Just then, a local dog ran to Xia Yao's feet. This native dog Dazhu is no stranger. He sometimes visits Dazhu's house, but Xia Yao insists that he is cursing a dog. Do dogs also drink? Treat him like a fool! This time, Dazhu was very excited and fought with Xia Yao, and no one spared anyone. Dazhu, a big guy with a clumsy mouth and tongue, is no match for Xia Yao at all. There are few words "let's have lunch together" and "ok". Everything seems to be like this, so why bother? Wheel, was scolded despondently ran home. Before her bed, she took out a piece of paper from under the pillow and said to me, "You'd better keep it, so that you can take good care of your father."

I unwrapped the paper and saw a lot of precautions written on it: "Your father hates peppers, so don't put them when cooking." "Your father likes to drink a cup of cold boiled water every morning and pour it for him in advance at night." ..... my tears drop by drop.

Dad didn't cry the day mom left. He squatted beside her bed and said, "Old woman, I still want to eat the wonton you wrapped for me …" A smile appeared on her face, and she closed her eyes calmly.

After the first show of the Spring Festival Evening, "Hao Jian" became synonymous with Shen Teng, and "Nothing, brother" became the footnote of Wang Qi's love. In 2006, the ship sailed without a trace, and she deliberately alienated him. He only thought that in the spring of 2006, under the arrangement of "foster mother", my sisters and I dressed up and went to a hotel to meet a blind date group from the mainland. When we arrived at the designated place, the lobby suddenly became quiet. I believe that as long as men see this scene, they will be heartbroken: more than a dozen slender girls cover their faces with headscarves, revealing deep beautiful eyes and wearing Vietnamese shirts with slits at the waist and ankles, showing their graceful bodies. In Fan Zongpei's leisurely music, they move lightly, just like the Vietnamese version of In the Mood for Love ... She hasn't left her father yet. Finally, CCTV Spring Festival Gala program group found Shen Teng again. When she met him at the station, she scolded, "Why are you hiding behind me? I almost lost you! " He smiled and said, "God hid my centimeter so that I could find a kind you. I hide behind you so that you can turn around and see happiness. " Invite him to the Spring Festival Gala again. Shen Teng decided to arrange sketches and take his daughter-in-law to the Spring Festival Gala! When he put the program script in front of Wang Qi, Wang Qi opened his eyes in surprise and didn't know how to speak for a moment. But Shen Teng took out a look of "Hao Jian": "Wife, what do you think I do for the Spring Festival Evening!" After the mother's funeral, my father came home and got into the study without saying a word. Soon, we heard my father crying. My sister and I rushed in to comfort.

Father waved his hand and said, "Let me cry for a while." My sister and I looked at each other and left my father's study in unison.

I finally understand that mom and dad are not as strong as I thought. In the past, both of them pretended as if nothing had happened, just using a superficial smile to hide their inner sadness, because they were afraid of each other's sadness.

On the first Sunday after my mother left, my sister and I wrapped a wonton for my father in the way my mother told me before her death. At dinner, my father picked up a wonton, took a bite, put down his chopsticks and sighed.

I asked, "Dad, isn't the wonton we wrapped as delicious as mom's?"

Father shook his head and said, "What's so rare about wonton? I want someone who makes wonton. The man who sat at home and made wonton for me left ... "

My sister and I were in tears. It turns out that dad doesn't like wonton very much. Although the south is good, there are many talents there. After several job-hopping, he failed to find a job that suits him. I care about the man who wrapped wonton for him!

Shen Qing wonton