At 18 o'clock on Friday, I finished my day's work and asked for leave from my manager. I will not work overtime this week and will go back to visit my parents tomorrow.

I was packing up the things on my desk when suddenly the phone rang. When I saw it was my mother, I immediately felt very funny. Mother and son are really connected, and they are so connected.

I had just taken leave and was going home tomorrow. My mother called me. Did she know that I was going back? She asked me what I wanted to eat so that she could cook it for me tomorrow!

(1) My mother wants a divorce

When I answered the phone, before I could say the three usual words "Hello, Mom", my mother couldn't wait and her voice He said tremblingly: "Son, please come back and see me soon. Your dad is in the hospital after fighting with someone else. I want to divorce your dad. He is taking care of his wild children and doesn't care about me..."

Hearing this, my heart suddenly tightened. Why is dad still fighting with others? Why are you still hospitalized? Why are there still wild children? ………

Where is this going!

So I quickly said to my mother: "Mom, don't worry, tell me slowly, what's going on?"

The mother on the other end of the phone spoke a little calmer. Yidian said: "Don't be anxious. Come back when you have time. I can't understand a word or two. Let's wait until you come back. I'll get food for your dad first. I'll hang up."

< p> After saying that, my mother hung up the phone. I was confused. What happened to these parents? We have been in love with each other for a lifetime, but this old man, who is about to get divorced in his seventies, has always been an honest and kind father, how come he still produces some wild children? I felt as if I had fallen five miles into the clouds.

(2) My parents and I

After answering the call from my mother, I hurriedly packed up my things, called my wife to briefly talk about the situation, and then drove directly to my hometown. Rush. While driving, I thought about every moment I had with my parents.

My parents are both educated and knowledgeable people, and they were both successful leaders in their time.

My mother is a teacher in school, my father is a veterinarian at the county veterinary station, and my parents are both diligent and thrifty, so they live a good life and their parents are very loving. They were envied by many people at the time. family.

Because my mother was in poor health when she was young, my parents gave birth to me as a single child when they were in their forties. They regarded me as the apple of their eyes. Growing up, my mother always cooked food for me in different ways. A bowl of soup and a mouthful of rice kept me busy until I went out to study.

What I look forward to most every holiday is to go home and eat the food cooked by my mother. Even now, I still drool every time I think of the food my mother cooked.

Ever since I graduated from college and came to the provincial capital to work hard, I rarely went back to visit my parents. Later, when I got married, I rarely went back.

My parents are getting older in the past few years, especially after they have retired. I want to take them with me to take care of them, but my parents refuse to come, saying that they are used to living in a small county, and their neighbors live everywhere. Familiar and unwilling to go to unfamiliar places.

My parents didn’t want to come, so I didn’t force them. I just took more time to go back and see them.

In the past six months or so, because the company I work for has launched a new project, the department I am responsible for has focused on the advancement of this project. In the past six months, I have been working overtime on all Saturdays and Sundays, almost continuously. Therefore, I never went back to visit them, and I rarely even made phone calls. Fortunately, my parents understand me, and my wife often calls to say hello and goes back to see the old man when she has the chance, so I don't feel so guilty.

During this period, the new project was just on track, and I had time to take a breath, so I asked for leave to go home and see my parents.

Thinking about this all the way, I became even more confused about why my mother wanted a divorce and what happened to my father’s wild child.

(3) Rush to the hospital

After driving for two hours, I finally arrived at the county hospital before nine o'clock in the evening. According to what my mother told me on the phone, I went directly to the five-hour hospital. The surgical ward on the first floor.

As soon as I entered the ward, I saw my father leaning on the quilt of the hospital bed. He was not wearing a sling or anything. It seemed that there was nothing serious. My mother was peeling apples for my father, and she still had a kind face. , it didn’t look like he was about to get divorced, and I was half relieved.

My parents were very surprised when they saw me coming in.

My mother hurried over and took my hand and said, "Son, you must be exhausted. Sit down and have a rest. Eat an apple first." Then she handed me the apple she had originally peeled for my father.

The father blamed the mother: "The child is tired, and it's not because of you that you called him in a fuss, causing him to drive back at night!"

After the mother listened, He directly criticized his father and said, "Why is it because of me? If you hadn't been in the hospital, if you hadn't been those wild children, could I have called my son?"

Seeing that these two old naughty boys were about to start a fight again War, I quickly said: "Okay, okay, let's talk about it slowly, okay? Let's see who among you two elders will talk first?"

My mother said angrily: "Of course he said it himself, Let him tell himself about the bad things he did, I will take a taxi back to cook for you!”

(4) The truth about wild children

I told my mother that I am not very hungry now! , you guys tell me what's going on first, I'll just order a takeaway to be delivered later. My mother insisted on going back to cook, saying that takeout was not edible because it was unclean, unhygienic, and unnutritious. Unable to resist her mother, she called a taxi to pick her up at the entrance of the hospital.

After my mother left, my father told me about his wild children.

It turned out that one day more than half a year ago, when my father was walking, he met an injured stray dog ??by a small river. The puppy, which was less than a foot long at the time, was covered in blood and should have died. It was bitten by another stray dog. It was curled up by the river and was already dying. Due to his father's professional habits and his love for small animals, his father took him home, gave him medicine, and treated him. wound and take good care of it.

A week later, the puppy recovered to health. My father built a home for it with an old wooden box in the corner of the flower bed downstairs, and brought it food every day when he went downstairs for a walk.

The little dog seems to be very sensible. He wanders around the yard of the community every day. When he sees his father coming, he will come forward to greet him from a distance, wagging his little tail and circling his father's legs, and using his little head from time to time. Rubbing his father's legs. When his father goes for a walk, it follows him inseparably. When his father comes home, it walks him to the door of the unit, and then watches his father come home, just like a well-behaved child.

Over time, my father’s relationship with this little dog became even deeper. He missed him all day even if he couldn’t see him. He would go downstairs and take the little dog for a walk after dinner every day, so he only spent time with his mother. There were relatively few, so of course my mother was jealous.

This is not the only thing that makes my mother angry, there are even more serious things!

Since my father loves small animals and is knowledgeable in veterinary medicine, the neighbors in the community would send stray dogs and cats to my father, and my father would accept them all. .

In the past six months, he has adopted 15 stray cats and dogs. Since the yard of the community was small and there was nowhere to place these little guys, my father borrowed an old friend's unused bungalow on the outskirts of the city and gave these little guys a home there. And I take the bus to deliver food to them every two days, just like treating my own children. This is where fathers, these wild children, come from.

(5) Hospitalization for "fighting"

So, how did the father end up in the hospital for "fighting" with others?

It turns out that this morning, my father went to deliver breakfast to his "children" and found that one of the puppies was wilted and didn't like to eat. The father touched it and felt that it had a fever. It got sick, so my father took it home and gave it treatment (my father had commonly used veterinary medicine at home).

But when he walked into the community with this little dog in his arms, a woman with heavy makeup happened to come out with a little teddy dog. For some reason, the dog in his father’s arms As soon as the dog saw the teddy, it suddenly jumped out of his father's arms, went straight to the teddy, and even went to "molest" others (the father was holding a male dog, and the teddy was a female dog).

The owner gave up and kicked the "little hooligan" to the ground with one kick, then stepped on the "little hooligan" with one foot and crushed the "little hooligan" to death. The father saw very Feeling distressed, she said: "Okay, that's almost enough. It's just a dog. I'll apologize to you."

But the woman refused to let go, insisting that the "little hooligan" molested her "daughter" ", to report the crime.

My father couldn't say anything, nor could he apologize. The woman came up and pushed him. It was just a coincidence that when she pushed, my father's feet were hit by a stone tooth next to the flower bed. After he fell, he hit the stone tooth. I cracked my kneecap and was admitted to the hospital.

(6) Father, I am walking with you

Just after my father finished speaking, my mother came back with her lunch box in her arms.

I looked at my mother with a smile and said, "Mom, are you still divorcing my daddy?"

My mother said angrily: "Leave, must divorce, divorce." I'll go live with you and let him live with his wild children!"

I smiled and said, "Mom, I support your divorce from Daddy. You ignore my mother's feelings and patronize me!" He is a wild child. We will not get along with him. We will go through the divorce procedures with him tomorrow.”

Then he turned to his father and said, “Dad, after you divorce my mommy, you will. Just those wild children who accompany you, but I want to love those little animals as much as you do. You will take care of them and I will provide the funds, because I also like them. Who makes them good friends of us humans? "< /p>

After our parents heard this, the three of us burst into laughter at the same time!

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