its life is floating

Although this was said to Zhou Zitong, the mother stared at the TV from the beginning to the end, because she was afraid that she would cry when she watched Zhou Zitong, so weak.Zhou Zitong sighed. He knew that he had no way to change his mother's opinion, but he couldn't ignore the uneasy feeling deep in his heart.

When the time came, the evening party on TV also began. The host's dignified announcement, with a little humor from time to time, made my mother laugh.

Then, Zhou Zitong was also fascinated watching the show. When it was close to midnight, he felt the weight on his shoulders. It turned out that his mother knocked her head on his shoulders. The light weight made Zhou Zitong feel distressed. , He put one hand around his mother's shoulder, patted gently, sleep, mom.

The zero o'clock bell rang, and listening to the fireworks set off outside the house, the sparks illuminated the entire dark sky extremely brightly.

"Happy Chinese New Year, Mom."

Even though he expected that his mother would not have any response, Zhou Zitong still said so.But slowly he noticed something was wrong, his mother's body was cooling down at a strange speed.Zhou Zitong couldn't help trembling, but he kept comforting himself in his heart that it didn't matter. As he put his mother on the sofa, it seemed that some things became more certain, which made people feel sad.

"Mom?" Zhou Zitong yelled uncertainly, but no one answered, the surrounding was silent, only the sound of fireworks going off outside, and the cheers of people on TV.But nothing could warm up Zhou Zitong's heart. "Mom?" he kept calling, all in vain.

He shook off his mother's mask, which was still stained with a little blood. He quickly threw the mask on the ground, and then held his mother's face with both hands, his whole body trembling.

"Mother?"

He hugged his mother tightly, put his ears on her chest to hear the heartbeat, but there was nothing... He then put down his mother and let her lean on the sofa, Zhou Zitong felt that he was about to die No, he stretched out his hand to feel his mother's breath again, heh, he was really deceiving himself.Zhou Zitong stood up shaking his head, staggered and almost fell.He quickly retreated to the corner, then squatted down and hugged his legs.

It wasn't too late for the ambulance to come. After all, it was the Spring Festival, and even working at this time was not in a good mood. Even so, when they came, my mother's body was already stiff.Why do you do that?Zhou Zitong asked silently in his heart.Soon the police also came. After investigation and time consumption, they said it was suicide. □□ is placed on the low cabinet in the kitchen, so it is said that mother stayed in the kitchen for so long just to eat this □□?

Mother, did you ever think about what would happen to me before you took these?Unstoppable tears fell from the eye sockets, as if nothing could feel my pain, who could understand?No one can comfort me now.

Later, when the hospital found out that his mother had AIDS, he ignored Zhou Zitong's obstruction and gave him a check-up. The result was normal.

"I want to cremate her." Zhou Zitong looked at his mother's body and said, "I want her to leave cleanly."

The next day, the weather was not so good, and the clouds shrouded the world gloomyly, making people's chest hurt.Zhou Zitong quietly watched the huge coffin being pushed into the furnace, and the flames surrounded the whole coffin like a snake.Zhou Zitong panted loudly but could no longer shed tears. He stared at the stove with red eyes, like a stove that was about to devour people.

Why did it develop to such a point.... Why exactly...

Do I have to let all the people I love leave, so that I can live with peace of mind...

Zhou Zitong held the urn tightly in his arms. He didn't know where to put his mother, so he had to take her home.

"Mom, let's go home," he said softly, as if whispering to his lover, "I love you so much, so deeply."

He didn't know why, after only two days, that warm body turned into ashes in his hands, his chin grew a beard, and he felt a little decadent. He hugged his mother's ashes all day long He never let go, stayed in his mother's room, inexplicably felt that such pain could not be borne by himself alone, so he began to search, to find news about his grandparents, if he could get in touch, that would be great.

If you want to suffer, you must have others to accompany you to suffer together. You must not allow yourself to bear all kinds of pain alone.

Finally, I found it. It was in the corner of the table in the mother's room. There was a mobile phone there. Zhou Zitong tried the password, but he didn't expect it to be the date of his birth. Isn't it very old-fashioned?Zhou Zitong smiled and opened the inbox. There were nearly two hundred messages in it all from the same number. The most recent one was last month.And looking at the contents of the letter, he was indeed found, and the number was the mother's younger brother.

While Zhou Zitong was smiling, another message was sent.

[Dad had a reunion dinner yesterday, Dad misses you very much. ]

Zhou Zitong laughed even harder, and tried to dial the number by this number.

[elder sister? ] There came a man's serious voice, and it sounded like there was a kind of excitement in it.

"No, I'm not." Zhou Zitong listened to the voice of the person on the phone and touched his mother's urn with his hand.

[Who are you? ] Suddenly the man became very defensive.

"I'm her son." Zhou Zitong's voice sounded casual, "My mother, your sister, passed away yesterday. I'm calling to inform you."

[Stop joking, how could she...] Before the man finished speaking, Zhou Zitong hung up the phone, and turned off the phone when the man called again.This is all right, Zhou Zitong thought in his heart, so that you can feel the helpless despair, isn't it so that the pain in my heart can be alleviated?

Wrapped around the scarf woven by his mother, Zhou Zitong went to the river with the urn in his arms. If there is a chance, Zhou Zitong would also like to let his mother sink in the sea, but if she sinks into the river, she will definitely be able to go to the sea as the river slowly migrates. Bar.

He walked slowly into the river until the cold water was up to his knees.

Zhou Zitong slowly opened the lid. At this time, the cold wind blew over. Looking at the distant mountains across the river, Zhou Zitong was blinded by the wind, and his eyes were too dry.Finally, he picked up the urn and poured the ashes into the river. When there was nothing left, Zhou Zitong let go of his hand and let the urn freely fall into the water and sink.I hope you are satisfied, my mother, will you love such a destination?

Everything after that seemed like nothing happened, and I washed and slept as usual, but the room was quite empty.

You said, after a person dies, is it true that there is no need to worry about anything?I think, yes.

Soon, the winter vacation is over.That cell phone was also thrown away by Zhou Zitong that day, and then his own life belonged to himself, and there was no one else.

The author has something to say: I write a good composition, really, why the novel is so poorly written, I can only ask God [speechless]