Mother and son love life and death

mother and son love life and death. I was able to successfully marry my mother, which is entirely due to God's ingenious arrangement. of course, I would also like to thank my great father. Our Family consists of father, mother and me. My father, Yang Dacheng, is the man I admire most in my life. He is my role model. I love him and I respect him very much. In my eyes, he is really a big mountain. When he was fifTeen years old, he responded to the party's call to "go to the mountains and countryside." He went to the distant "Northern Wilderness", where he worked and studied at the same time. Therefore, he returned to Shanghai ten years later. In the first year after the college entrance examination was resumed, I was admitted to Shanghai Jiao Tong university. I married my mother when I was thirty, when she was eighTeen. Soon there was me. Then he quit his job and went to Shenzhen alone, where he made a name for himself and established his own Company. It is said that his assets have exceeded 100 million yuan. My mother Xia Shanshan is an outstanding actress in the Shanghai Yue Opera Troupe, and she once won the "Little Hundred Flowers" award. She is recognized as the courtesan of the Yue Opera Troupe, which means "she is the most beautiful among the flowers." I don't know how to describe her beauty, so let me quote a famous poet Rufeng's comment on my mother's beauty: ...Xia Shanshan's beauty not only brings you sensory Pleasure, she can also inspire your innermost feelings. A kind of emotion, it is an indescribable feeling, with a trace of happiness and a trace of melancholy; she is so beautiful that it makes you feel distressed, but also so beautiful that it makes you feel lost; you seem to have discovered the sunspots in the sun, but you find that The sun has baked you to the point of dizziness - ever since I was a child, my heroic father and star-like mother have made me the envy of my classmates. They all think that I, Yang Xuecong, am the happiest person in the world. However, I didn't feel happy at all at that time. My father was busy with business and was away from Home for a long time, but my mother couldn't keep up with her performances. I was the only one who learned to take care of myself. I learned to cook at the age of five, buy and cook my own vegetables at the age of seven, and I could do all the work at Home before I was ten. In this way, I suffered some hardships but it also exercised me and accelerated my maturity. I understand my parents and follow their example everywhere, so I study hard, and my grades are number one every year. However, my health is not very good. When I was thirTeen years old, I had pneumonia, which was never cured, so coughing was always with me. As I grew older, I gradually became interested in my mother. I remember that I started collecting photos and pictorials of my mother when I was ten years old, and I was very excited when I saw my mother with different expressions in the pictures. When I was twelve years old, I turned my attention to my mother's clothes and took the initiative to wash them for her. At first she wouldn't let me wash them. Later, I don't know whether it was because she was too busy at work or because she was becoming more and more dependent on me at Home. What's more, sometimes I can wash her Underwear, which makes me happy. When I was about fifTeen years old, one day I accidentally discovered a curly black and translucent pubic hair on her bed. I was overjoyed. From then on, every day I would look for some long hair and pubic hair that fell from her body in her room. These treasures made me start masturbating, of course, all of them were mothers. That's when I started keeping a diary. In the diary, I expressed my love for my mother and my feelings for her.fucking sexual fantasy. But I am not satisfied with these, I want to go one step further. In order to please her, I can't help but be very courteous to my mother and serve her like a princess. Sometimes I will beat her when she is happy. I would massage her back or wash and comb her hair; sometimes I would joke with her and make faces to scare her; sometimes she would invite me to go shopping with her, and sometimes she would watch a movie and have a Western meal or something. Gradually, the content of my conversation with my mother became richer and richer, and the conversation became more and more speculative. Later, I found that our conversations became more and more relaxed, and we even made some harmless jokes with each other like friends, and we were very happy with each other. Later, I was admitted to Jiaotong university, my father’s alma mater. I spend less time with my mother, but I love her more and pity her more. I know that she has gradually lost her former glory. She has less and less time on stage, but she has suffered more and more grievances. She has a deep sense of loss. My father's business is getting bigger and bigger, and he can no longer guarantee that he will come back once a month. However, the son who has been with her day and night for nearly 20 years has also left her. How can this prevent her from being sad and lonely? Woolen cloth? When I think of this, I feel heartbroken, and a tenderness arises spontaneously. How I wish to hold this poor woman in my arms forever, use my arms to give her weak body a strong support, and use my whole life to love and protect this beautiful woman. So, I would call Home whenever I had free time, and sometimes we would chat for more than an hour. As soon as the weekend comes, I rush Home quickly and do all the housework. I don't want to leave anything for her to do. Sometimes I would also give her some SMall gifts like hairpins and stockings. The distance between us was getting closer little by little, and her attitude towards me also changed unconsciously. She slowly let go in front of me, no longer deliberately showing the reserve and stability of a mother. She made me feel a woman's attachment to a man. I watched her changes quietly, but kept looking for opportunities and fantasizing about a new breakthrough. Finally one day, the relationship between us unknowingly broke through and sublimated. This is something I never dreamed of. Every time I do housework, my mother is always next to me, chatting with me, or just watching me quietly. I noticed that her tone of voice when talking to me became particularly gentle, and the look in her eyes when she looked at me was already full of tenderness. One day, when I was tidying up her bedroom, she was in a particularly good mood, so I teased her like a prank. I suddenly coughed violently and pretended to be out of breath. She was so frightened that she turned pale and ran away. He came to me, hugged me and said loudly: "Is this your old habit? It's all my fault - it's all my fault - I'm a lazy woman, I'm a bad mother -" She was already sobbing and her words were incoherent. Seeing her tearful and grief-stricken look, I truly realized how beautiful "pear blossoms bring rain" and how wonderful the mood of "pitying flowers and cherishing jade" is. I held her tightly in my arms and she rested her head on my shoulder. I stroked her hair and kept comforting her. She slowly calmed down, raised her head, looked at me anxiously, and gentlySaid: "Are you feeling better?" I found that at this time, her eyes were slightly swollen, a few black hairs had tears stuck to her white jade cheeks, and her bright red lips were saying something - I I didn't dare to look at it. It was the first time in my life that I admired this face from such a close distance. It was so beautiful that it dazzled me. I controlled my emotions and whispered in her ear: "Little fool, I'm just teasing you." I felt her body tremble and she suddenly broke away from me and cried again. She raised her fists and punched her. My chest, crying: "You lied to me, you little villain lied to me, scared people's souls away, made them cry for so long, you know how to bully people -" I grabbed her My little hand, she fell into my arms and cried. I know that my mother acted like a spoiled child in front of me. She made my bones soften and felt extremely comfortable. So I whispered softly in her ear: "Okay, okay, my lazy mother, my bad mother, and my sweet mother." I gently scratched her face with my fingers, Then she boldly SMiled and said: "Shame, shame, shame, how can any mother be so coquettish in front of her son?" Her face suddenly turned red, but she refused to give up. She pouted her red and greasy lips like a little girl and said While stamping her feet, she said coquettishly: "Just act like a spoiled child, act like a spoiled child, what can you do to me?" Then he SMiled, hugged me and said sweetly: "Aren't you used to people like this? Besides, Now, who said that a mother can't act coquettishly in front of her son? "How can we not be chaotic when we have a beautiful woman in our arms?" I felt that my whole body was getting hot and my heart was beating fast. My little Brother down there was as hard as iron. I rushed out of the door. My mother had obviously felt the changes in my body. She wanted to break away from me, but I held her tighter. . She didn't struggle any more and just said quietly: "You like mom very much. mom has known it for a long time. In fact, mom also likes you very much. However, mom also loves your dad very much. mom doesn't want to do anything to regret your dad. So we can't go too far, be a little measured, can you understand me?" I understand, of course I understand, her words have three meanings: First, my mother already loves me very much, the kind of love a woman has for a man. . Two: She is unwilling to betray her father. Three: She didn't mention the word "Incest", which shows that she doesn't care much about the taboo of "Incest", just because she doesn't want to hurt her father. Another thing I'm not sure about is whether we can love each other without sex? After understanding this, I admire the woman in my arms even more. Her thoughts are so open and her behavior is so perverse. She is so special. Thinking of my father, all my desires disappeared immediately. I know that although my parents have been separated for a long time and the days of reunion every year are numbered, they still love each other. My father cares for me in every possible way, so when my mother mentions my father, I immediately feel ashamed. I have no reason to take away my father's love. But I was unwilling to let go of this woman who had almost exhausted my life's love, and I was so conflicted - we hugged each other tightly like this for a long, long time. mom giggled and broke the silence. She said: "We are like this.A pair--" "A pair? A pair of what? "I asked quickly. She said mischievously: "You know, we understand each other tacitly. "She looked at me slyly, and then said slowly: "I'm so happy today, how about you? "I SMiled knowingly. She raised her head, and I saw a charming look on her face, and wisps of tenderness radiating from her eyes. My heart was drunk. We no longer avoided each other's eyes. Finally we met, our faces were slowly getting closer, and my mother slowly closed her eyes. I kissed her face passionately, until she screamed and broke away from me. Said: "That's not the case, come - I will teach you. "As she said that, she pulled me to the living room and asked me to sit on the sofa. Then, she sat on my lap and gently opened her red lips, slowly coming close to my cheek. She touched my earlobes, eyes, and nose. Kissing me gently, I felt like I was flying into the sky - finally, her lips and mine were pressed together. She sucked my upper lip and lower lip, and then stuck her tongue into my mouth, slowly As the passionate kiss progressed, I found that I was lying on the sofa without knowing it, and my mother's whole body was pressed against me. I quietly opened my eyes half way and saw all of my mother's hair. She was confused, she closed her eyes tightly, her delicate eyelashes curled into a line, she was intoxicated in the fusion of tongues - I have never seen my mother so lustful, how can I withstand such intensity as an inexperienced person? Suddenly, I felt a numbness in my waist, and a stream of hot Semen spurted out. mom quickly got up, looked at my embarrassment, and couldn't help but giggle, looking like a winner. Proud expression. I felt so useless - soon, my mother retired early from the Yue Opera Troupe, because a new lifestyle was waiting for her to experience. She went to my School the day after she retired. I became a "celebrity" in the whole School. I saw her at the door of the cafeteria at noon. She dressed herself up very young and beautiful, and she looked like a pretty young girl. She dyed her hair brown and combed it. She wore two SMall trumpets, but her makeup was very light. She wore a white cotton vest, a pair of blue denim shorts, and a pair of white travel shoes. She was just casual. She pinned her sunglasses between her towering breasts. Her outfit seemed casual, but I knew she was careful and thoughtful. She had skillfully displayed all the advantages of her body. She showed up: round arms and slender thighs, towering breasts and slender waist, fair and healthy skin, and exquisite and chic figure, plus her impeccable appearance - looking at the forty-year-old woman in front of her. I can't help but sigh for this woman. For most people, being forty means wrinkles and freckles, sagging breasts, and gradual aging. But none of these things belong to my mother. I fell in love with her so much that I couldn't bear to have something like "age" engraved on her body. I approached her and said softly: "My good mother, my sweet mother, what are you doing here?" She pouted. She said softly: "I miss you. "Since that day, she always spoke to me in this tone. At this time, it was the climax of the cafeteria. We, especially her, suddenly became the focus of the students' attention. I was a little uneasy, but she didn't care at all, and continued: "Today It's the weekend, I'm here to take you Home." She looked around, then raised her toes and whispered in my ear: "You are not allowed to call me mom here." I looked at her outfit and understood her. situation, so I took the opportunity to blackmail her: "Okay, I'll call you sister Shan, and you have to call me Brother Cong, otherwise -" I pretended to call "mom" loudly, but she was very anxious, like I risked my life and said loudly: "Brother Cong, let's go eat." After saying that, he took my hand and ran to the cafeteria. In the days that followed, we were like a couple in love, immersed in the ocean of love. mom seemed to have been given a new life. She had forgotten her age and identity. In many cases, she was simply a young girl who was just getting into love. She often sighs: "The taste of love is so good." of course, we also have a lot of helplessness and embarrassment. "brake" are the two words we have to say when our passion reaches its climax. At first she was the one who said "brake", but later it was me who said "brake". Every time I forced the brakes, I would find that she looked aggrieved and unwilling. In the blink of an eye, I graduated and spent all my time at Home. More. I face my passionate mother every day, and my psychological defense becomes more and more fragile. At this time, my mother has completely fallen into it. She not only uses her beautiful body to seduce me, she is also bold and bold in her words. She kept Calling me "husband, husband" all day long, and her body seemed to be ignited by desire. In those days, I was tired of dealing with my mother's endless entanglement, tired of dealing with the desire that was always surging in my body, and tired. I felt so tired and in a bad mood due to the duel between desire and conscience. On my twenty-third birthday, I received a call from my father early in the morning. He wished me a happy birthday and then received a gift from the courier Company. -A laptop. I was so happy that I hurriedly fiddled with the new computer. After an unknown amount of time, a warm and fragrant body suddenly sat in my arms, wrapped her hands around my neck, and started to kiss me. My computer chair couldn't bear the weight of two people, so I picked her up and put her on my bed. Only then did I realize that my mother was dressed very coquettishly today. She wore a lot of makeup, and what's even more terrible was that. , she was only wearing a nightgown as thin as a cicada, and I could clearly see that she was wearing nothing underneath. I stared at her blankly, my whole body was already feeling hot and restless, and my little Brother was even more flirtatious. She looked at me silkily, and then said delicately: "Happy birthday, my dear. Today, my mother gives you her whole heart and whole person. I know you have always wanted it, so today is your birthday gift. "After saying that, she slowly closed her eyes. My heart suddenly surged. I threw myself at her and kissed her wildly. Then the song "Happy Birthday" suddenly rang, and I remembered that it was my father sandwiched between I put the birthday card in the computer package casually on the bed. My mother and I were so crazy that I rang it. "No." I seemed to wake up and quickly got up and rushed out of the door, listening.When I saw my mother yelling angrily, "You are a coward, you are a hypocrite -" my mind went blank and I walked randomly on the street like a wandering spirit for I don't know how long. It was already dark by this time, and the number of pedestrians on the street was gradually dwindling. Suddenly, a cold drop of water fell on the bridge of my nose, and then I saw heavy rain falling from the sky. The cold raindrops hit my body. I felt very comfortable, and my brain gradually woke up. I let the raindrops soak my whole body, but my mind began to think of what had just happened. I know that I have successfully avoided the occurrence of "Incest", and I no longer have the uneasy conscience about my father, but I can't be happy at all. I know that the most precious thing in my life is about to be gone. The "mother-child love" that had lasted two years and was unforgettable was about to end. I didn't know how to face the woman I loved so much. At this time, her peerless appearance, her SMile, her shyness, her naughtiness, her tenderness, everything about her came into my mind. Can I break up with her? Can I stay away from her? How will I spend my days without her? I asked myself over and over again, and before I knew it, my face was filled with tears. The rain and tears intertwined together, making me feel a chill. "You are a coward, you are a hypocrite——" This sentence seemed to be swirling in my mind again, and I suddenly thought that my originally pure and innocent mother was seduced step by step by me to where I am now. "Today I put all my My heart and whole being are given to you, I know you have always wanted it——" She said this to express her love to the person she loved. This sentence was the voice of her heart. How much courage it takes. Thinking of this, I suddenly shuddered and felt heartbroken, followed by a violent cough. Only then did I truly see myself clearly. I am the most despicable, shameless, selfish, hypocritical, and cowardly man in the world. I ran Home desperately, I wanted to beg her to forgive me, I wanted to save this love. When I ran Home, I felt dizzy. I knelt down in front of her: "Shanshan, you must forgive me, and I will treat you well in the future. I--" Before I could finish my sentence, suddenly, there was a sweet sensation at the tip of my throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. I heard my mother scream, and I didn't know anything else. When I woke up, I found myself lying in the hospital with a drip and oxygen. I knew that my old problem - pneumonia had happened again. I felt weak all over, like I was exhausted. "Dad" At this time, I realized that my father was taking a nap on my bed, and I couldn't help but scream. Dad stood up quickly and looked at me blankly, looking very excited: "son, you're awake, you're finally awake." He ran out the door and shouted: "doctor, doctor, come and see me. My son is awake. "I have never seen my father so excited, and his concern and anxiety are palpable. After the doctor examined me, he told my father that I was out of danger and that I would be discharged after a few days of observation. After the doctor left, my father walked to my bed and sat down. He put his big warm hands on my forehead and said, "Are you feeling better?" I looked at my father and found that he had some more white hair, and his eyes were full of white hair.He actually showed a trace of fatigue, and his expression could not hide his anxiety and uneasiness. Did something happen? I had an ominous feeling in my heart. "Where's mom?" mom was not by my side. "Did something happen to mom?" I asked anxiously. Dad said: "No, she has been exhausted these past few days. She just went back to rest today. How has she ever been so tired in these years?" Then Dad SMiled and said to me like a joke: "Why do you only know how to do it?" Are you concerned about mom? Do you know that your dad hasn’t closed his eyes for three days?” I blushed at what he said, so I quickly said: “Dad, you will always be a hero in my heart. You haven’t experienced any big storms. Have you ever experienced it? And mom——" Before I could finish speaking, my dad burst into laughter and said, "Is mom a little girl who will never grow up in your heart?" I calmed down, what dad said. This sentence is what I often write in my diary. Could it be that before I had time to think about it, my father said again: "Oh, it's all my fault. I've always been busy with work and didn't think of a cure." Your pneumonia caused you to be in a coma for three days - it was your father who failed in his duty, he couldn't forgive you, I thought -" As he spoke, my father choked up, and tears actually shone in his eyes. Is this dad? Is this the tough guy? I suddenly realized that my illness must be serious, otherwise how could my father, who never sheds tears, be like this? So I said cautiously: "Dad, is my illness serious?" Dad quickly said: "No, no, don't think about it -" I already understood in my heart, but I didn't ask him anymore. The next day, my mother came to my ward early in the morning. She cried and laughed, and finally calmed down after understanding my situation. She asked my father to go Home and rest, and she stayed with me. After my father left, I quickly started chatting with my mother. I wanted to find out about my condition from her. "Shanshan, forgive me, please? I was really conflicted at that time - and then a heavy rain made me understand. I know that I can't live without you, because I love you so much. I really can't live without you." I don’t know how to live——” I burst into tears with my true feelings revealed. My mother panicked and hurriedly ran to my bed and said, "I have forgiven you a long time ago. That day, when you were unconscious, you kept Calling people's names, which made everyone in the hospital think we were a couple - ---" She blushed as she spoke, and then said timidly: "There are two nurses who are very envious of me and told me that there are too few good men like you who are affectionate and loyal. " Looking at her extremely shy look, I felt drunk, so I teased her again: "You must have behaved unusually, so people would think we are a couple, right?" She immediately jumped up and covered herself with her hands. Shut up, turned around and said softly: "Ignore you. I just called you Brother An a few times and told you not to scare others?" Seeing her like this, I couldn't help but feel happy, so I said: "Didn't you call me a good husband?" She turned around again, raised her little fist and was about to hit me, but when she saw the needle on my head, she pounced on me, "I'll bite you, look at you Do you dare to bully others?" Then he opened his SMall mouth and bit it lightlymy face. Then she started to kiss me. Her kiss was so soft, so careful, and her expression was so solemn and serious. She seemed to want to kiss out all the love in her heart - a drop of hot tears fell on my cheek. On her face, my mother was crying. She was crying very sadly and desperately. From her crying, I seemed to feel something. Combined with the expression on my father's face last night, I already understood it very well. I knew I am very seriously ill this time. Is my life about to end? Thinking of this, I suddenly became panicked, but when I saw my mother in tears, I couldn't bear to ask her any more questions. I knew that both she and my father had been suffering from my illness these past few days, and their feelings were no different than How much better I am. So I started teasing her, and finally made her laugh, and then I coaxed her to go back. I was lying alone in a single ward, letting my thoughts wander as I pleased. I thought a lot. I was worried about my father, who was already over fifty and still so busy. I was even more worried about my mother, if she left me. Can she still be happy? I still have a little regret, that is, my mother and I failed to overcome that hurdle after all, but I am satisfied. Isn’t it also a kind of beauty to leave a trace of regret in my heart? My heart slowly calmed down and I fell asleep unconsciously. When I woke up, I found that my father had been here for a long time. After dinner, I found that I seemed much better. I got up by myself, moved around a little, and told my father that I should just leave the hospital tomorrow. I just said casually. Said, unexpectedly dad actually readily agreed. Dad was very talkative that day, talking to me all over the place. He talked about his history of struggle, his grand goals, his Company, and unknowingly talked about his Family and his mother. He told me a lot of anecdotes about my mother, as if telling me how pure and lovely my mother is. I don’t know why my father said this to me, and then he said: "Not only is she very simple in mind, but have you noticed that her current appearance is like that of a twenty-year-old girl, without any signs of aging. She herself is It is a miracle. It is said that only one such immortal person can be found among tens of millions of people——" After hearing what my father said, I suddenly became enlightened. I remember that on the eve of graduation, I was in pain. I wanted to get rid of this "Oedipus" "Plot", I looked for a lot of psychological

books on psychology. The books all said that this kind of Oedipus emotion will change with age. It gradually fades and disappears with the growth of age, but as I grow older, this emotion becomes more and more inflated. At that time, I couldn't understand it. It is only now that I fully understand: my mother is an ageless woman, and her age has stagnated. Twenty years old, so as my age grew closer and closer to hers, we got along day and night for a long time, and we became more and more attracted to each other, and the spark of love was unknowingly sparked. I have also read reports about "ageless people", and I have had close contact with her many times, and I have felt her SMooth and elastic skin many times, but I never thought that my mother is the kind of ageless woman that is desirable - --Dad said, his face gradually changed.When he became serious, he lit a cigarette and said quietly: "I divorced your mother today!" I was shocked: "Dad, how could you do this? You -" My tone was full of dissatisfaction with him. But my father waved his hand to stop me from talking any more. He said word by word: "I can only do this because of you! Because you love her very much and have loved her to the point of obsession, so I gave her to you!" When he said this, I was so scared that I shivered all over. I thought, how could my father know? Could it be that my mother leaked the secret? I cough loudly when I get nervous. Dad quickly supported me and softened his tone and said, "Don't be like this, don't be like this. Dad's tone was a little harsh just now, but he didn't mean to blame you. Dad saw your diary next to your pillow a few days ago and looked at it in his heart. I just kept holding it back. "Diary?" As soon as Dad mentioned the diary, my brain started spinning rapidly. I have two shady diaries, one was written before I went to college, which is full of my unrequited love for my mother, and the other was written after college, which contains the whole process of my mother and I falling in love with each other. I remember that I put the second diary in a very hidden place, and I thought no one else would be able to find it. In this way, what my father saw must be the first diary. Thinking of this, I felt a little better, but I also clearly remember that the first diary was obviously at my mother's place. I still remember that my mother "confiscated" my diary. Finally, she slowly became gentle to me and began to treat me as a man. Then how could this diary fly to my pillow again? It must be mom, but why would she do this? Dad went on to say, "I can't blame you entirely. There are many reasons for this. I have been thinking about it these past few days. If it were me, a young boy with strong blood, facing a charming beauty all day long, I would also What if she is my mother? So I have an unshirkable responsibility. I care too little about you, both mentally and physically." He paused and looked at me. Then he said: "You are very SMart. You must have guessed about your condition by 70% or 80%, right?" I nodded and said, "How long can I live?" Dad sighed and said, "Aren't you afraid?" I said firmly: "I'm afraid! But I want to face it more. I don't want to hide, because I am Yang Dacheng's son!" Dad laughed: "Yes, yes, Yang Dacheng's son should be like this!" So he said seriously: "You have lung cancer this time, and it is in the late stage. If there is no miracle, you will have one year at most. But I believe in you, you will definitely be able to create a miracle, and your parents will spare no effort to support you, because I have never I don’t believe in fate. Destiny can be changed!” Dad is indeed the boss of a big Company. A few words made my blood boil and my confidence doubled. So I said, “I will never let Dad down. What do you have, Dad?” Just tell me your good ideas, and I will definitely follow your arrangements!" Dad paced back and forth in the ward, and then said firmly: "I have asked many famous doctors, both domestic and foreign, and they said this. There are also precedents of recovery from the disease. They also said that to treat this disease, not only good medicinal materials are needed, but the patient must also maintain aA happy mood, such good medicines and good doctors are for me to find, and this happy mood has to be created by you and your mother. So the first step is for me to marry the woman you have had a crush on for many years, your mother, so that you can live happily -" "No! "I interrupted my father because it was too sudden for me and I was not mentally prepared for it. In addition, it was too unfair to my father and I couldn't bear it. I didn't want my father to get angry and said, "Why do I Is this the first arrangement for you? "I, I can't be so selfish. I can't base my happiness on your pain. Besides, she and I have a mother-child relationship after all. Although I love her very much, I have never thought about marrying her." , how can my mother and I feel at ease if you arrange it like this? Not to mention happy. Dad sighed again and said, "Why can't you understand my painstaking efforts?" In fact, your mother and I have discussed it, and she doesn’t even care that you are her biological son! I can clearly see that her love for you has gone far beyond the love of a mother for her son! Do you think you are the one who suffers the most when you die? no! She is the one who suffers the most! If you die, she will die for you! This is what she said to me herself. My heart really hurts. You are all the people I love most. I don’t want any of you to die before me. You don’t understand how sad it is to lose a child in old age--"I His words brought tears to my eyes, and I cried and said, "Dad, stop talking, I just listen to you -" Dad walked to the window, opened it, looked up at the sky, and didn't speak for a long time. I know. It must have been extremely painful for him to make this decision. This decision may be the most difficult and helpless decision he has ever made in his life. I also knew in my heart that he was not sure about my illness. He had another purpose in doing this. It was to use his sacrifice to fulfill my last wish.