You suddenly called and said you wanted to come to my house. On the phone, you said lightly: "I heard from your second uncle that there is a hospital in Gongyi that treats leg pain. I want to see it. I'll go to your place first. Let's go by car. Don't worry about it, I'll go by myself..."

Your legs have been hurting for a long time. In fact, your whole body hurts. Although you never said it, I accidentally saw that your legs were covered with pain relief cream, as well as your waist. You have a short temper, and you worked hard when you were young. But as you get older, you suffer from a host of ailments. You have high blood pressure, diabetes, and bad heart. You have a lot of common diseases among the elderly. The body that was strong and strong when he was young is now like a fruit that has been dried by the wind, leaving only an empty frame and a fragile body.

The next day, you came before I even got up. After opening the door, I saw you squatting at the door, one hand rubbing your knee constantly. You frowned, and beads of sweat gathered on your face. I complained that you should not go to the doctor because of the pain, but you said it was nothing serious.

You firmly disagreed with me accompanying you to the hospital. "You are so busy, and this delay means you have to stay up late at night. It's always like this, which is not good for your health..." Your stubbornness makes me angry. In the middle of the argument, the phone rang. I hung up the phone, but you were nowhere to be seen. I ran out in a hurry, but you didn't go very far. You walked so slowly, hunched over, holding your knees with one hand, and moved forward step by step.

Seeing the way you moved with difficulty, my heart suddenly hurt, and tears gathered on my eyelashes. I chased after you, bent down in front of you, and said, "Dad, I'll carry you outside to take a taxi." You didn't move for a long time. I turned around to urge you, only to find that you were wiping your eyes with your sleeves. Flushed and wet, he said a little embarrassedly: "The wind has blinded me." Then he said: "What are you carrying? I can walk on my own."

After struggling for a long time, you couldn't resist me and finally lay down obediently. On my back, like an obedient child. I gathered all my strength to carry you on my back, but it was not as heavy as I imagined. At that moment, I had some doubts: Is this person really the strong and powerful person I once was? You put your arms around my neck, twisting restlessly on my back, arching your body hard, and you were so nervous that you didn't dare to breathe.

It is only twenty miles away from the gate of the community. You requested several times, but I refused. Dad, have you forgotten how many miles you have walked carrying me like this?

When I was 18 years old, despite my excellent grades, I only got into an ordinary vocational college. I had no shame to go to that vocational college, and I couldn't face your disappointed and angry eyes, so I decided to work in a small factory. That day, I was carrying a bag of raw materials to the workshop. As soon as I walked under the crane, the steel plate hanging on the crane suddenly fell down. I was caught off guard and was pressed underneath by a thick steel plate. The huge pain made me unconscious in an instant.

When I woke up, I was already lying in the hospital, and you, standing by my bed, were really frightened. The muscles in your face keep twitching, and you look haggard overnight.

Later I learned that when the steel plate fell down, it was fortunately blocked by a car next to it. But even so, my right leg was almost broken and my lumbar vertebrae was also bruised.

The treatment process was long and complicated. You carried me on your back to the fifth floor for spinal tap and to the third floor for electrotherapy, up and down several times. That year, you were 50 years old, and the anxiety day and night made you haggard physically and mentally; I was 18 years old, and I quickly became obese under the stimulation of nutrition and drugs. The 50-year-old you carried the 18-year-old me on your back, and you were so tired that you couldn't breathe after the trip.

It was at this time that you brought me pork rib soup. You enthusiastically blew a spoonful of hot soup into my mouth and said, "It has been simmering for several hours. Bone soup is a supplement of calcium, please drink more..." I suddenly pushed it with my hand in annoyance, shouting: "Drink, drink, drink, I'm like this, what's the use of drinking this?"

The soup bowl smashed to pieces on the floor, the ribs and kelp rolled all over the floor, and the hot soup spilled on your feet, causing bright bubbles to form quickly. ( ) I was stunned, seeing you grinning in pain, and feeling extremely scared. I remembered that you actually had a very violent temper. When I was in third grade, I took my deskmate's calculator. You took off my pants, dipped your belt in water and whipped me. If Mom hadn't stopped me, you would have beaten me to pieces.

However, this time, you didn’t lecture me, let alone beat me. Your mouth twitched in pain, but your eyes smiled and said to me: "It's okay, Dad, it's okay!" Then, you limped out.

You seem like a completely different person. You are such a rough and violent person, but you actually serve me every day by eating, drinking, bathing and massaging me. You are more patient and meticulous than my mother. I started to do recovery exercises under your supervision and support. I got up at five o'clock every morning, and you walked with me using crutches. I staggered ahead, and you followed me step by step. We became a unique scenery on that street.

In order to take care of me, you stopped doing your original job. Without your financial resources, you will be unable to lift your head due to the huge medical expenses. You borrowed money from everywhere and racked up huge debts, and your relatives were frightened by you. That time you heard that the medicine from a hospital in the Northeast had special effects on my legs. In order to raise the cost of the medicine, you went to the provincial capital to borrow money from your aunt.

After 8 months, I started to throw away the crutches and walk on my own.

This time you went to the hospital for a check-up, and you kept asking me: "How is it? Isn't it serious?" I held your hand tightly, and your thick and rough hand was My palms were shaking. I discovered for the first time that you are actually so scared.

The results showed that it was bone hyperplasia and required surgical treatment. The doctor said: I can't imagine how your father could endure such pain?

After completing the hospitalization procedures, I decided to stay with you, just like you did to me before. I bought you your favorite vegetables, peeled apples for you to eat, played chess with you, and helped you go downstairs. Take a walk in the small garden and listen to you talk about my childhood. I asked you if you remember whipping me with a belt, and you smiled guiltily.

That day when the nurse gave you an infusion, the trainee nurse failed to insert several needles into the blood vessels. I pushed her away and quickly applied a hot towel to your hands. I, who have always been mild-tempered, got angry at the nurse for the first time: "Can you wait until you learn the craft before you can do it again? That's meat, not wood!"

The nurse retreated in embarrassment, you see I was so angry that there were tears in my eyes. I suddenly remembered that a few years ago, you had rudely reprimanded the nurse who gave me the injection.

The surgery was very difficult. You were still asleep when you were pushed out. I looked at you carefully and saw that your face was criss-crossed with grooves, most of your hair was white, and a few of your long-lasting eyebrows were drooping... I thought of those handsome photos of you taken when you were young, and suddenly I couldn't help but feel sad.

A few hours later, you woke up, saw me, and closed your eyes again. After a while, he opened his eyes again and shouted weakly, "pee...pee..."

I quickly picked up the urinal and put it under your quilt. You gritted your teeth and tried very hard, but you still couldn't urinate for a long time. You struggled to stand up, feeling the pain from the wound, and huge beads of sweat oozed from your forehead. I was anxious, picked up your body from behind, held your legs with both hands, and picked you up. After struggling slightly for a few times, you finally rested quietly in my arms like a baby, so light and so attached.

You will live in my house after you are discharged from the hospital. Every day, I give you a bath and massage, cook your favorite dishes according to the recipes, and go a long way to buy mutton soup for you. Even though I am rough and stubborn, I will also talk to you patiently and gently. When the sun is nice, I take you to the small park to listen to the erhu, and I urge you to get up every morning to exercise. You walk slowly in front, and I follow closely behind... Everyone envies you for having a filial son, and I know that these are all ways of passing on the love you passed on to me. But my love can never compare to your love. Your love for me is as vast and vast as the endless sea, pure and transparent without any impurities, and I can only repay the sea with a glass of water.