Inspirational story: a warm winter night

Inspirational story: a warm winter night

He has been quarreling with her for half a lifetime. His voice is big, she does not let her eyebrows. As a result, family conflicts are well known throughout the yard. To this end, he once ridiculed himself: "My wife and I are the most lonely people in the world."

Because the family atmosphere is not good, the children rarely return to this home after they have established a family. In fact, she didn't want to argue with him at all, and he didn't want to. After each quarrel, they regret it. Especially she, when she thinks about his stubbornness and indifference, she feels chilling. Later, she developed a kind of fear of coldness. When they quarreled in the winter, she felt that she was full of chill from the house to the body, from the quilt to the bones.

After getting fear of coldness, their quarrels were reduced. On a winter night, she no longer quarreled with him. The reason she didn't argue with him was that she was seriously ill and didn't even have the strength to speak. He carried her all night and rushed to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, I found that there were a lot of patients hospitalized on this day, including the hospitalized department's corridors. After completing the hospitalization procedure, she could only be placed in a bench on the corridor to infuse.

It was past midnight, surrounded by silence, and there were snow fluttering outside the window. When he came, he didn't expect the hospitalization process to be so difficult. He didn't even think that the central air conditioning in the inpatient department had a problem. They couldn't get the quilt, they couldn't get a hot water bottle, and they couldn't even wear a thick cotton coat.

Because of the snow, all the public vehicles in the city, including black taxis, have already left work. The home is too far from the hospital, it is too late, and they don't want to disturb their children. He decided to keep her, he untied his coat, hugged her tightly, trying to drive her off in this way. However, it did not work at all, and soon his own body was shaking. And he can feel more and more cold air can not get into her thin body, deep into the bone marrow.

He flashed through the years in his mind, and she was afraid of the cold after each quarrel. Suddenly felt guilty, this guilt made him feel bad. Looking up at the sky outside the window, the snow flutters in the cold wind, there is no sign of sympathy.

He took off his last sweater and gently covered her. She was still asleep, looking at her sleeping, his nose a bit sour. In order to keep out the cold, he began to move around and back, and later became a running. After a period of activity, he began to have sweat on his forehead. After each run back and forth, he used a hot hand, clasped her cold hand, and entered her body temperature for her body.

In the warmth, she woke up, saw the sweater on her body, and the thin underwear on his body, and understood what it was. She wants to shout, but she can't speak. He saw her eyes and immediately leaned down and put her ears close to her mouth.

She pointed her finger at the sweater and motioned him to wear it. He held her down: "No, you have to listen to me anyway tonight! I am not cold, have you not seen that I am sweating?" He said that he grabbed her hand and held his forehead. His face was quiet and flowing. Her face is already tears.

At dawn, she was arranged to sleep in the nurse's duty room. It was the head nurse who saw the underwear on her body and the sweater on her body. After seeing the scene of their tears in their hands, they made an exception.

A month later, she passed away. When she left, she held his hand: "Thank you, you have given me the warmest winter night in this life, I am content."

He in this story is my father; she is my mother.

Later, on every mother’s day, my father always had tears and chanted with me: I have been with your mother for decades, until she died, I know that she can bring happiness and warmth to her, not luxury. The residence is not a delicacies, but a little care. She had almost no requirements for me, I only gave her a night of care; that night, it warmed her life.

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