Down the Mountain Immigrants Chun 'an

I want to dedicate this story to all the empty-nest parents and children who have traveled far away from home in the world.

In the past two years, He has returned to China three times in a row, all for his father He Chunan.

The first time I went back, I hired a nanny for my father. The second trip is more or less. The third trip is not about hiring a nanny, but it is also related to a nanny.

He Chunan is a retired teacher who once taught British and American literature in a university in Beijing. His wife Li Yanan used to work in the library of the same school. The couple have a son and a daughter. His son He Yuanyuan is the sales manager of a famous joint venture in Guangzhou. How can my daughter go further? She immigrated to Toronto five years ago and now works in the commercial credit department of Dominica Bank. He's two children are only 16 months apart, and there are many similarities in their experiences. Yuan Yuan and Tian Tian studied business in college, and their later work was also related to business. Busy. Are married and divorced. No children. Now they all live in a gray area where they are single and not single.

Tian Tian decided to go abroad after her divorce-starting from scratch, of course. Tian Tian's divorce process is like a long climax, which lasted for three years. Tian Tian has lived with his parents for the past three years. The bride's family became Tian Tian's nest to rest, a pillow to sleep on and a veil to wipe away tears.

A bamboo basket with angry words written on it After marriage, my parents are old.

My parents are old under Tian Tian's nose, but Tian Tian doesn't know it.

Just like a person who is used to watching the river by the river, he can't see that the water today is different from that of yesterday. When Tian Tian realized his parents' old age, things had entered an irreversible cycle of death.

Looking back now, in fact, my mother had already had signs. Mother loves to rummage through her father's clothes pockets, his manuscripts, open his letters and eavesdrop on his phone calls. My mother, who was very brave and generous when she was young, gradually became sensitive and suspicious after 50 years old. Tian Tian always thinks that this is the mother's sense of crisis about her father's rising social status. It was not until she accidentally turned to a medical magazine at a Canadian colleague's house that she suddenly realized that this was actually some symptoms of Alzheimer's disease. It's just that in the past, my mother led too many people's hearts, and these clues of my mother were scattered in too many complicated life contents, such as shallow stones buried under the beach and lost in confusion. When Yuanyuan went to Guangzhou and Tian Tian went abroad, her mother's life suddenly became a huge blank, and her abnormal behavior gradually surfaced.

My father didn't know that my mother was ill. My father thought my mother was just too lonely, so he retired without delay after his 65th birthday. At that time, my father was still with several graduate students and had several papers to finish. A senior professor who has made some contributions like my father can actually continue to work for a few years before retiring, but my father wants to spend more time at home with his mother who retired early without a senior title.

However, it is useless.

My father's day and night together, Tian Tian's overseas phone call the next day, and Yuan Yuan's three-month family leave didn't pull my mother back from the narrow and dark road. Mother still insists on going to that extreme.

A month later, Tian Tian learned about her mother-Yuanyuan deliberately kept it from her. Later Yuanyuan couldn't hide it anymore, so she called Toronto for help. Tian Tian got a call from Yuanyuan and flew back to Beijing the next day.

When Tian Tian entered the door, he saw an enlarged photo of his mother hanging on the living room wall at a glance. The photo was taken when my mother was younger, and the clothes and hairstyle were a little out of date. Mom's smile seems to have just begun, and suddenly it was cut off by the shutter, and there was a slight surprise in the corner of her eye. The black box in the photo is like a big mouth, and Tian Tian is sucked in. Tian Tian didn't catch his breath. He soon collapsed on the sofa. His throat is salty, so he can't spit it out and swallow it back. Tears came out when he choked up.

He Chunan looked at her daughter crying like a jade pillar, rubbing her hands on her knees, and her cracked palms hissed filaments on her pants.

"Who would have thought? Who would have thought? " He Chun Ann said over and over again. Every time I say it, my anger shortens. Said later, the sound like a summer afternoon flies, with a faint hum flew into Tian Tian's eardrum.

The day of Li Yanan's accident was no different from any other day. In the morning, He Chun Ann went to the park to practice Tai Ji Chuan as usual, and Li Yanan went to the residential vegetable market to buy side dishes as usual. When He Chunan came home from Taiji Chuan, Li Yanan had just finished breakfast. Two people sat face to face on a small table in the kitchen, drinking soybean milk and reading the newspaper. He Chun reads the morning paper and Li Yanan reads the health newspaper. When a bowl of soybean milk is drunk to the bottom, the newspaper will turn over soon. He Chunan wiped her mouth and stood up and said that she would go to school to get some letters. Walking to the door, I heard Li Yanan laughing loudly in the kitchen and said, "Are you in a hurry?"

"Dazed" in Li Yanan's mouth refers to all the female colleagues and students of He Chunan. In particular, it refers to Yan Hua, He Chunan's favorite pupil. Dr. Yan Hua stayed in school after graduation and worked in a teaching and research section with He Chunan. I was in love with teachers and students before, and then I was a colleague, and I had close contacts. At home on weekdays, Li Yanan also talked about "vertigo" from time to time, sometimes in general terms, and sometimes specifically mentioned that Chun-an He just went in one ear and out the other, and didn't care. I didn't know which tendon I touched that day, and I felt a nameless fire in my heart. I couldn't help but reply, "What should I do if I'm in a hurry?" and rushed out of the door.

When He Chun 'an arrived at school, he met some colleagues whom he hadn't seen for many days and talked about the gossip in the department. At that time, several people had lunch and a few glasses of wine in the school cafeteria and came home very late. He entered the door with a red face and shouted to each other one after another, "I had dinner early in the evening, and Professor Zhou gave me two tickets for the play" The Jade Hairpin "by Xiaobaihuayue Opera Troupe-I forgot all about the quarrel just now.

When I walked to the door of the dormitory, I felt a little sticky on my feet. I looked down and my foot seemed to step on a bubble of tomato sauce. Rushing into the room, I saw scarlet all over the floor, thick and half dry, flowing into a large group of flowers behind the corner door. The bed looks flat and doesn't look like someone. He Chun 'an shook his hand and lifted the bedding, only to see a flat paper-like body-Li Yan 'an, whose blood had shrunk. Li Yanan used a blunt knife, and the scar on his wrist was jagged like a sawtooth. This woman, who was born in a cave in Yan 'an and spent her first childhood on horseback, thus deduced her inherited soldier-like fortitude to the extreme.