Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 97 Reasons for Coming

“It was at the wedding of Uncle Nie and Aunt Bai. Aunt Bai used to be a student of Mom, when Mom came to Chang 'an to see you for the last time, Aunt Bai helped. She also works at the research base now and has a lovely daughter with Uncle Nie. Uncle Nie is already in charge of the base. This time, I came to ask Uncle Nie and Aunt Bai to arrange it. ”

“It's Mom's 40th birthday. You see, her students put the cake on her, and then it became a cake fight, and everyone was in a mess. ”

“It was at Mom's inauguration as head of the History Department. Mom was the hardest worker I've ever met, cared twice for every student, and her students loved her. ”

“This is Mama taking me to Grasshopper Temple. Grasshopper Temple of our time is completely different, all renovated buildings, no trace of the Yao Xing Era can be found. When Mom saw your Sherita, she cried for a long time..."

“It's Mom doing grandpa's funeral. Grandpa died of liver cancer at the age of 46. Grandma also passed away last year because she missed Grandpa too much.” Grandmother and Grandmother passed away, saddening her for a long time.

I flipped a picture under the candle and explained it to Dad. From the time Mom came back at 33, to the time I was 49, before I crossed over to see Dad, more than a thousand photographs recorded Mom's 16-year-old middle age.

Dad wore presbyopia glasses, like starving at every photograph, and his eyes were full of love. I said softly, "Dad, you once told Mom that you couldn't see her getting older. So before I get here, print out all these pictures. Because I'm sure you're eager to see how your mom's getting old, aren't you? ”

Daddy gently touched Mom's slightly muddy face with his fingers, his eyes widening and seemingly immersed in memories. I put my eyes on the photo again, and the corner of my mouth would smile: “She's not old, she's always been for the look in my father's heart. Peaceful and glorious. ”

I nodded when I thought about Mom. Though not stunning, Mama has an unparalleled unique charm, intelligent wisdom, calm and understanding. Anyone who has been with her will be sucked by her pure and sincere charm. Over the years, she has had plenty of aspirants, even male students, attracted to her, although she refused to do so in euphemism.

“Where is this?” Dad picked up the last picture, and Mom was pale and half in bed. Her face, compared to the picture in front, was a lot older all at once. Because of chemotherapy, she lost a lot of hair, and her hair grew white in three months.

“In the hospital.” I hesitated and my heart ached, breathing out, "Mom fainted in class and had been in the hospital for three months. But she gave up treatment and insisted on being discharged. I can't persuade her in any way, I can only come to you...”

His body trembled, his mouth trembled, and he looked at me eagerly. I sighed, and I decided to tell my mom my dad's secret: “Dad, do you know how Mom got sick? ”

I'll tell him a little bit about the past. Explaining modern vocabulary didn't take much effort, Dad's high intelligence and understanding of the 21st century after he got along with his mom made him quickly accept things that were too frightening for this era.

Mom crossed the accumulated radiation over and over again and eventually developed leukemia. Mom gave me a bone marrow transplant to save my life. Mom paid an unmatched price to be able to fulfill her promise to see him again in Chang 'an. Daddy cried a few times, covering his sleeves and crying out loud. All this, when I heard Uncle Nie and Aunt Bai talk in my adulthood, I shed no less tears than Dad. Mom is the toughest and bravest woman I've ever met. For love, she did what she wanted! How many women in the world have this courage?

Dad's eyes were swollen and he grabbed my arm with some fear: "Is she now... now...?”

“Dad, Mom can actually be saved.” I patted Dad on the back of his hand and comforted him, "I was her son and I could transplant my bone marrow to her. Technologically advanced, bone marrow transplantation is just a routine procedure, and it won't hurt me. But she doesn't want to...”

“Why? ”

I was silent for a moment and sighed heavily: "She said that Grandma and Grandpa had passed away and that I was an adult. She has no connection in the world and can finally go to hell to find you. She said that you waited in hell for more than 1600 years, and she didn't want you to wait any longer...”

The tears in the corner of Dad's eyes rolled down along the cheeks of Qing and dripped onto the monk's coat, such as Lotus open.

“So, Dad, I came to you...” Finally, the point was made, and I got a little nervous and swallowed my throat before continuing, “You and Mom don't have to wait till hell to see each other again, that's too slim after all. Would you be willing to make a crucial decision if you could still live up to each other on your birthday? ”

Dad looked at me, and it was incredibly hard to believe with the fervent expectations of a full cavity.

I bit the corner of my mouth and slowly said, "You go to our time, our family is together. That way, Mom will live. ”

He was shocked and chewed my words and couldn't look back for half a day. I know this is hard for him to accept at once and explain it quickly: "Of course not now. Your biography shows that you graduated from Chang 'an on August 20, '11, 60. Yao Xing Yu Yu Yu Garden burned his body with fire according to foreign law, his salary was shattered, but his tongue did not rot. ”

He frowned: "Shattered, but not rotten tongue? ”

“Pretty impressive, huh? It was this record that made me wonder: Why is the pay shattered, but not the tongue?” I smiled, hoping I wouldn't scare him next, "because the body wasn't real! ”

Dad looked up and glanced at me: “Xiaoshu, you... you mean, really me, going to the future? ”

I nodded: "With the high tech we have there, we can make exactly the same fake people and tongues that don't burn. ”

He looked at him nervously, "Dad, will you? After completing the mission entrusted to me by the Buddha, in the way of the end of life, completely disappeared in this era, and then began a new life in my time and that of my mother. ”

Looking at his silence, I still can't seem to digest my advice. And I said, "In my time, living to eighty or ninety, even a hundred years old, is unusual. You follow me through, you'll get radiation. So once you arrive, Uncle Nie will arrange the best medical staff to examine you and treat any illness in your body. And when I get back, I'm going to do a bone marrow transplant for my mom. You and Mom, you could have been together for decades in our time. ”

He had a slight disturbance in his eyes, and I quickly explained: "Dad, don't worry. Uncle Nie and Aunt Bai are the only ones who know about this. They swore to me that they would keep the secret. So no one will think of you as an experiment, no one in my time will know who you really are.” Take a pause, hold his trembling hands, and exhale a little, "You've loved each other your whole life, and you've never been together that long. You must be looking forward to spending time with Mom, right? ”

He looked up at me and his pale grey eyes flashed a strange light: "Xiaoshu, you have to do it again in four years, don't you? ”

He didn't answer me positively, but asked the question, and I stayed and said, "Well, if you want, I have to go back and prepare a lot of things. Uncle Nie is customizing another set of anti-radiation clothes and crossing watches according to my size, and I have to prepare a fake person. Of course, the most important thing is to bring your news to Mom. Mom was willing to go on a bone marrow transplant. After surgery, everything is fine, I will choose to come back here until 409 BC, that is, before August 20, '11, when Yao Qin Hong began. ”

He silenced for a moment and suddenly looked at me and said, "Xiaoshu, why don't you come and go twice and get yourself hurt? ”

“How could your mother bear it?” He sighed, and his tone was intolerable. “How can you bear to be a father...”

I was stunned, and I was moved, and he was thinking about it. Smiling to comfort him: "Dad, I'm so young, I can totally handle it. Mom was not being treated promptly because she had been here for too long and the radiation was accumulating slowly. And I won't stay too long either time, so I'll have a physical exam when I get back, so I'll be fine. ”

Dad got up from his couch and walked slowly to the window. Snow had fallen outside the window, knocking on the windows. He stared at a point in the void, silent. The tall, thin back is slightly rickety and lonely.

I stood up and walked behind him. Take out a printed piece of paper in your sleeve bag and hesitate: “Dad, this is your list of translations. Would you like to take a look...”

“No need to look.” He turned his head, his face was faint, he glanced at the paper in my hand, and shook his head, “Seeing and not looking will not change anything. Father would rather not look, lest there be slackening thoughts...”

I grabbed my hand back and tore the paper off. He quickly walked to several cases, picked up a book on the desk, looked over, and smiled gently at me standing aside: “Xiaoshu, help my father grind ink! ”

I looked at him somehow. He smiled: “It's only been four years, we have to hurry...”

I'm so happy, nod your head. Walked up to him and sat down, helping him with his hands and feet. Unfortunately, I didn't know how to swing the four treasures in the library. When I grinded the ink, the ink splashed on my hand, and I wiped my forehead with my hand. Dad stopped penning and smiled at me. I didn't get it at first, Dad suddenly lit a little bit on my forehead with a pen and laughed louder. I wiped it with my hands and ink on my hands. It must be funny to think that you look black, suddenly you have a big heart, dip a little ink in your hand, and wipe it on Dad's face.

Dad's face was painted black and looked funny. I first stunned, then laughed. He looked at me laughing and couldn't help but laugh.

We've been laughing like that. In the laughter, there was an unusual warm currents ironing around me. Turns out, being with my father isn't as imprisoned as I am.

“Xiaoshu...” My hand was held tight, he still smiled, his eyes sparkled with silk and light, "I'm sorry, my father never raised you for a day. Makes you two suffer..."

“Dad, it's not your fault. You just can't imagine.” I also smiled and bit my lip, "Ma said," you are the best father in the world... ”

I felt my nose was sour and I didn't want to cry in front of him. I lowered my head and continued to grind the ink.

He kept watching me grind ink, his eyes drowned, and he asked softly, "Your mother said you were still in your twenties, are you still a student? ”

I proudly told him, "I finished my master's degree when I was twenty. Mom wanted me to continue my PhD, but I applied for a patent when I was studying for a master's degree. I didn't want to waste my time, so I started my company before I graduated. Then find an investment bank to invest in my project. Now the company is performing very well and is listed. ”

Too many modern words, I explained to my dad that academic patent companies are listed, etc., many places Dad doesn't understand, but can quickly interpret them in his way of understanding. I was admiring him more and more, and compared to him, I was far worse.

“Dad, you and Mom went through a famine in Liangzhou, witnessing tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people starve to death, and there's nothing you can do to save them. When I listened to Mom talk about this history in high school, I volunteered: I wanted to work on reducing human catastrophes. So I chose agricultural genetic engineering. When I was in college, I had been studying how to get food out of the inefficiencies of growing on the land. ”

Explaining modern vocabulary, telling Dad exactly what I was doing: "Dad, food is grown on the land, right? ”

Dad looked at me strangely and nodded.

I smiled slightly: "My company is a building of dozens of floors, and each floor is divided into several floors of running water, and the crops grow in the medium of the running water line, simulating that the sun shines by area, and the temperature and humidity are all manually controlled. My company is full of agricultural professionals, food is no longer grown on the ground by farmers, there is no destruction from natural disasters, but industrial workers are produced in the culture medium and in the artificial environment by running water lines. This technology has been replicated worldwide. My time population is thousands of times larger than your time, and land is a scarce resource, which is the only way to maximize the use of limited land, produce the most food in space, and meet the survival needs of so many people! ”

I'm hand-dancing, and I'm always excited when it comes to my profession. It involves too much modern technology and takes a lot of time to explain. Dad, listen to me patiently. He always asks me politely, despite all the confusion. Finally, he understood part of it, sighed at the amazing technology of modern times and nodded in praise to me: “Xiaoshu, you did the right thing...”

I have been praised by too many people, and I have earned many honors. But there is no better praise than being recognized by the father at this moment. Heart warmth, unusually comfortable. I think this is just love...

“Dad, you should get some sleep.” Look at the watch on your wrist. It's past midnight. I'm young, it doesn't matter. Dad gets up early every day, not to mention he's 56 years old.

“Not sleepy.” He smiled warmly, "Xiaoshu, I want to hear more about you...”

“Dad, I'll talk to you tomorrow. I can stay here for ten days. Then go back before Mom's 50th birthday and bring her your message as a birthday present. ”

I helped Dad pack some pictures of the case, and Dad stood up and went to the cabinet and picked up a rectangular box, and opened it with a lot of weight. When he saw my probe, he carefully showed me what was inside.

A bunch of pictures, all of them from when I was a kid, from when I was born to when I was a snowman at a research base. An old notebook that curled up on the edge of the page, Dad opened the notebook and showed me a picture of Mom and Grandma. Mom was so young, she laughed like a blue sky. There are also several rusty razor blades and worn thick cotton socks. There was a pile of sketchpaper with pencils painting Mom's various poses. I laughed so hard, Mom was so silly and cute when she was young.

Dad picked up a piece of paper, opened it for me, and asked with a smile, "Remember? ”

I stared at the childish font on it, and I wrote it very carefully, dumbfounded: “Of course I remember. ”

Dad picked up everything, wiped away the dust that didn't exist, and put another one back in order and finally put it in the photo I brought him. Covering the box, he gently touched the smooth appearance of the wooden box, his eyes seemed soft as water, his eyes lifted and he smiled at me: “For all these years, my father would take it out every day to see it. After so many years of watching..."

Dad raised his hand and wiped his eyes. The monk's robe on his arm slipped slightly, revealing the same agate beads on his wrist as mine. The candlelight drags gently and shines brightly on the red, crisp beads. This bead holds Dad's promise to Mom...

I was watching Dad that night. I forced him several times, and Dad finally laid down. I was with him, whispering to him about my life and Mom's. His eyelids grew heavier, and I slowly lowered my voice and finally stopped. I stared at him asleep. The frosty face, corners of eyes, forehead, neck, all have silk wrinkles, but the temperament is gorgeous, with a strong aroma like alcohol.

His mouth curled slightly as if he was having a good dream. Put a corner around him, pull a carpet, sit on the floor by the bed, and look at him on his head. My heart, suddenly very soft, as if there was something warm as cotton, gently brushing my heart's tip. The first night I was with him, this is how I stared at him by his bed, until the first time I fell asleep with a laugh...