Flying Gulls Never Land

My father, in modern terms, is actually an open-minded literary man. He is kind and interesting. He gets along well with his friends and family. In his spare time, he will make a pot of tea at home and read his books.

He has always told us that reading can broaden our horizons and gain knowledge. There is no investment less than "reading" and gains more.

When Sheng min ou and I were young, he always liked to read us one or two articles he liked before going to bed to express his desire to recite.

He was very fond of Borges' collection of novels, especially one of the "things are not over". He often repeated the excerpts that he thought were excellent.

"Since the day I had knowledge and understanding, I have accepted those so-called ugly things since I was a child. In fact, there are many incompatible things in the world, and I have to accept each other in order to coexist."

I think it's just because he takes these words and expressions as the standard that makes Sheng min gull "different" is not something to be surprised about. There are all kinds of different people in this world. There are good people, evil people, selfless people and selfish people. No personality is absolutely right and perfect. The so-called "perfect" is just a group of most people.

Over the years, although it is impossible to be exact, the plot of this article is deeply imprinted in my mind.

Perhaps related to the author's background in philosophy, Borges' articles are often full of philosophical ideas, and have their own unique views on death and time.

Different from my dad, I like the opening paragraph of the novel "it's still not over". The hero's emotion after learning his uncle's death: "I felt the same at that time as when people lost their loved ones: regret that they didn't treat them better while they were alive, and now it's useless to grieve. People often forget that only the dead can talk to the dead. "

Life is easy to die, especially after my father's death. Relatives should be as good to them as possible when they are alive. When they die, whether it's burning paper or worshipping, they are just looking for psychological comfort for themselves.

I always take Borges' point of view.

Therefore, when I woke up, I suddenly found that I was in my home more than ten years ago, and the delicious smell of rice was in the air. My father sat on the sofa reading the newspaper, and my mother was busy in the kitchen. Everything was in perfect harmony. I couldn't help but echo Yi Dazhuang's crow mouth - did I really die with one shot?

I buried my face between my hands, elbows on my knees, and I was in a mess.

At least let me leave a message. What is the most tragic way to die with one shot? I'm less than thirty. Is that premature death?

What about Sheng min gull when I'm dead? He, he Most of them don't suffer for long.

Thinking like this, my back more rickets up, at the same time, my heart rises a touch of comfort.

I'm sorry that he won't mourn my death for long, and I'm glad that he can get back on track soon and continue to spend the rest of his life on a regular basis.

At this time, his character defect has become his lucky place.

"Xiao Feng, how are you doing

Hearing this long lost voice, I was excited and looked up at the middle-aged man on the sofa.

My father died in his forties, and the world time may be meaningless after his death. He still looks the same as before and does not grow old with the passage of time.

"Dad..." He looked through the newspaper, as if it was just a common casual question between father and son, but it made my eyes hot and my voice tremble.

Many times I had a dream. In my dream, I was sitting with my father like this, talking about family members, analyzing current affairs and news, and doing things that we could never do together in reality.

"I'm fine. Good health, good work, recently I'm a little fatter recently. "

"That's good." My dad turned over another page of the newspaper and said, "where's your brother?"

"He's fine, too. He's a lawyer now. What you want him to do, he is doing well. You can rest assured that he did not give in to * * and he has been standing in the light. "

My father held up the newspaper and laughed: "I knew he could do it."

I also followed him to smile, the result did not smile for long, my father suddenly put down the newspaper, a serious look over.

"Your mother told me about you."

My smile froze, just as I had done wrong when I was a child. I couldn't help rubbing my knees with the palm of my hand. I couldn't look at him.

"I won't criticize you because things are over. It's useless to say more. People always look to the future."

I stare at the ground: "I'm sorry, I let you down."

There was a sigh in my ear.

"Say something stupid." Suddenly, a big warm hand touched his head, which was the father's temperature in memory, "you never let us down. You are very well, your brother is very good, you are all very well. "

I was slightly stunned, then my nose was sour, and my eyes blurred.

I can't believe that I haven't done anything good in my life. I can go to heaven after I die."I have a lot to say to you, but it's not time for the family to get together. I won't leave you for dinner. Let's go. "

Big hand moved away, I looked up at a loss, my father dragged slippers to the kitchen door, facing my mother's back, said: "the son of a mother, Xiao Feng is going to leave, do you really don't say something to him?"

As soon as my mother stopped cutting vegetables, she waved her back to me: "no, no, let him go."

This tone, this posture, is my mother, that's right.

I stood up, walked towards her, finally stopped at the kitchen door, looked at her back and said, "Mom, are you still angry with me?"

"I'm so angry. I'm dead. What can I do for you?" My mother Li cut vegetables, never looked back, "you are my own birth and raised, Sheng min gull although not my birth, but also I raised, you will be like this, is also my education failure, I recognize."

"Mom..."

I wanted to get closer, but the door not far away suddenly opened like a hurricane.

"Your mother is hard spoken and soft hearted. What are you going to do? When did she not agree?" My father took my arm and went straight to the gate. When I got to the hall, he asked me to turn my back to the door and looked me over from bottom to top. Finally, he pushed me out of the door with a gentle push. "Let's go. It's not over. It's not time to go back."

I staggered backward out of the door, the next second the whole person fell toward the darkness, suffused with hazy white light, memory of the "home" door slowly closed in front of my eyes, and then disappeared at the end of the dark.

The terrible sense of weightlessness made me cry out, waving my limbs to grab something, but there was darkness around me. It seemed that I was sucked into a huge black hole. Only by pulling my gravity, other things, even the light, disappeared.

It seemed that it had fallen for several days and nights. Without warning, I saw colors other than black.

White buildings, pedestrians, ambulances with flashing lights, hard ground

Before I could be happy to be back in the world, I was so surprised by the sudden drawing of the ground that I could not stop shouting "stop". However, it was still difficult to prevent the fate of hitting the ground heavily.

When I fell to the ground, the premonitory pain did not appear, even a sound did not come out.

I lay on my stomach for a while. I didn't feel any pain. I got up and patted my clothes.

At the end of the corridor, two people came in a hurry, one old and one young. The old hair was frosty, and the younger was charming. It was Xiao suiguang and Xiao Moyu.

Xiao Moyu helped his father with a rare dignified expression on his face. His high-heeled shoes stepped on the marble floor tiles with regular "pattering" sound.

"Mr. Xiao..." I also want to say hello to them, hands are raised, but they seem to have not seen me at all, straight through me, toward me.

I quickly pressed my chest and found that there was no beat, I did not have a heartbeat!

"I am What the hell? "

Turn around, to Xiao suiguang, they look forward to the direction, the first sight will see Shengmin gull at the door of the operating room.

He was still dressed in the blood stained suit, and his white shirt was mottled with blood. He stood there, staring up at the red words "in operation" on the door. He was tall and magnificent, and should not give people the impression of being weak. However, he did not know that it was because he was different from the ordinary confusion, or the fatigue that could be felt from his back. It seemed that I saw a lost little boy.

He really wants to go home, but the probability of the next bus to take him home is only half and half. He may go home, or go further away from home. So he looked forward to it, he was afraid, and at the same time he was a little annoyed at how he got lost.

"Xiaosheng..." Xiao suiguang stops behind Sheng min ou.

Sheng min gull heard the sound, half turned to look at him, there is no expression on his face, one eye is heavy and black.

Xiao suiguang pursed his lips and broke free of his daughter's help. He bowed to Shengmin gull and bowed: "I didn't expect this to happen. I'm really sorry."

"Dad Xiao Mo Yu came forward to hold her father again, "you don't know what Xiao Meng did. How can you blame you?"

Xiao suiguang ignored her and still looked at Sheng Minou and said, "you can rest assured that I will bear the medical expenses and subsequent compensation of your brother..."

Xiao suiguang repeatedly promised that he was absolutely responsible in the end and would not shirk his responsibility. Sheng Minou just looked at him and did not offer any consolation or answer. He refused to communicate, called Xiao suiguang a little embarrassed, and gradually stopped talking.

Sheng min gull then opened his mouth: "if my brother died, Xiao Meng must also die."

Xiao suiguang didn't know whether he was frightened or something. He opened his mouth slightly and didn't respond for a moment. Xiao Moyu was very angry.

"Sheng min ou, what's your attitude? There's resentment and revenge. My father is wiping the bottom for Xiao Meng. We are also victims. Now there are a lot of broken things waiting for us to deal with. Don't be angry with us!"

Sheng min gull turns around and ignores them.

"You Xiao Mo Yu glared at his back and wanted to continue. He glanced at the operating room with a red light above. He tolerated and swallowed his words again."Dad, let's go. People don't want us to stay here." With that, Xiao Mo Yu helped Xiao suiguang to turn around and leave. Her high-heeled shoes were heavier and louder than before.

Yi Dazhuang, with one hand and one foot in plaster, is helped to the door of the operating room by Shen Xiaoshi, followed by Wei Shi with a pile of bills.

The three were still talking, and when they got outside the operating room, they automatically lowered their movements. Xiaoshi Fuyi sits down on the bench. He leans against the wall, encircles his chest and waits quietly.

Wei Shi and Sheng min gull stood together for a while, and soon began to pace back and forth impatiently.

"It's been several hours, but it's not good yet..." His long eyebrows were tightly twisted, and his hands were behind his back. "There was a fake Taoist priest who had calculated for Lu Feng before he was 30 years old. He said that he had a ridge before he was 30 years old. After that, he would be free from disease and disaster. He also gave the solution I think he has some skills and is very effective. This time Lu Feng will be OK, and then he will live a long life. "

When he said this, I remember that there was a fake Taoist who was involved in illegal pyramid selling. We have calculated all of them. He said that Wei Shi's predestined person was far away in front of his eyes. After that, he also flew an eye. Wei Shi thought he was hinting something, so he beat him up in disgust.

It seems that they have wronged others.

I don't know if it's really so effective. Just after Wei Shi finished talking about it, the red light in the operating room went out, and soon the door opened. The chief surgeon came out with a mask and was immediately surrounded by Wei Shi and Shen Xiaoshi.

"How is the doctor?"

"Man, are you all right?"

Doctor a smile: "rest assured, the operation is very smooth, but people still need to observe in the ICU for a few days."

As soon as his voice dropped, the door of the operating room was pushed open again. "I" was plugged in with an oxygen tube, covered tightly, and pushed out by the medical staff.

The little face is white and frightening. As the stretcher bed passed in front of me, I looked at myself on the bed and shook my head.

"Wait for me, wait for me, I'll be with you!"

Yi Dazhuang managed to get up, jumped and followed the stretcher bed for a while. Shen Xiaoshi held him up and followed him up. Wei lion asked the medical staff in detail about the next matters needing attention and postoperative recovery. He also followed, and only Sheng min Ou stood still.

I stood beside him, trying to touch him, but my hand passed through him.

"What's the matter? Are you not happy that I came out alive? " I tapped him on the cheek.

Sheng min Ou of course can't hear me. He raised his hand, looked at the blood clotted on it, searched around for a moment, and walked towards the bathroom.

I followed him curiously and saw him enter the men's room and stop in front of the sink.

He began to wash his hands over and over again, rubbing them with soap, moistening a large part of his sleeves with blood stains on his cuffs. He didn't stop until his fingers turned white and his skin wrinkled.

It's understandable to wash it once or twice. It's a bit over ten or twenty times, isn't it? If you wash it down, your hands will rot.

"Brother, please don't wash it!" I yelled in his ear in vain to stop his near self abuse.

Another five minutes later, he washed the soap in the hospital and thinned it. Shengmin gull suddenly stopped. But before I could be happy, he rushed into the cubicle pale, kneeling in front of the toilet and retching.

I was flustered, just want to follow the past to check, a huge suction will draw me away from his side. The scenery around me was rapidly regressing, and I soon lost consciousness.