In the laboratory in the wilderness, Shi Xiaomeng leaned on the back of the chair and raised his head slightly. She took a soaked towel and wiped her face, trying to keep her sanity.
In the mailbox of the computer, there is an unread email. She glanced up and saw that it was a letter from Shi Yiwei.
Yiwei is the daughter of Uncle Huairu and Aunt Wanqing, who came late. Although she is younger than Xiaomeng, she has a seniority after all, so Xiaomeng should call her "cousin" when they meet each other. Because of the deep affection of the family, they don't want to care about words. Therefore, the two of them directly address each other by their first names, no different from real sisters.
Yiwei is also an up-and-coming child. After graduating from the Department of Materials Science and Engineering of Stanford University with the first grade, she resolutely returned to China and devoted herself to the field of emerging materials research, just like her parents back then.
Today, the two sisters of the Shi family are each contributing their own strength in the fields of aerospace and material science. Although the number of times they met was very small, it did not affect the relationship between the two at all. They keep in touch by email from time to time, talking about each other's current situation.
But I saw that the letter said:
Xiaomeng:
After a day and night of running around, I finally returned to my home in Shencheng. When I got home, my mother was wiping my father's coffin and the countertop. I'm afraid that the lively scene at home in the past would never be reproduced again.
When his father was alive, he was always obsessed with his vaccine research and development. He was busy in the laboratory or in the office every day, and the time he could attach to his knees was always limited.
I still can't believe the fact that my father passed away, and I can't even imagine that he collapsed in the laboratory due to a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.
My heart was completely broken. I called his father, but he couldn't answer me; I cried, but he couldn't feel it either. Xiaomeng, I know, you must be as sad as I am
Speaking of it, I am also an unfilial daughter. It has been more than a month since my father passed away, and I only found time to go back to Shencheng. Mother said, don't go to the grave to pay homage to any offerings. My father has always advocated thrift and environmental protection, so these etiquettes are not what he wants to see.
However, together with my mother, I picked a lot of dewy flowers by the lake, and then weaved them into a large wreath and hung them on my father's tombstone.
It's obviously spring, but I really don't care to appreciate the colorful appearance. Looking at the past, everything is just a shadow of spring mountains. When I was holding the tombstone in my hand, I just felt that I was so mourned that I didn't know that I was still alive in this world.
But I dare not cry, for fear that my mother will be even more sad when she sees it. She is always a strong and forbearing person, even if she cries, she will always be in a place we can't see at night.
I am afraid that I will never be able to repay my father's kindness in nurturing in this life. You said, do I owe my father too much?
At that time, I was rushing to make progress in the cooperative laboratory, and I was looking forward to the time to produce results. But I don't know why, but I always feel a little uneasy. It wasn't until I received the news that I realized that my father had passed away.
We grew up under the red flag, and the education we received destined us not to be superstitious people. But I suddenly had a thought, is it because of fate that it is destined that my father and I will never see each other again?
¡®Family and country, loyalty and filial piety, cannot be both. ¡¯ Today, I finally understand deeply.
These days, I can barely sleep. Even if I fell asleep occasionally, I always dreamed that during the previous summer vacation, my father called us to eat dragon beard cakes at home, and then chatted with my mother, talking about the daily life.
Whenever my father sees us, there will be a smile on his face. But the piece of dragon beard crisps handed out by his father can no longer be eaten.
Before he passed away, his father told his mother that the children could not come home to visit often, and asked the mother not to blame anything, it was all for the country after all.
He said that he was very pleased that the children in the family are all scientists, and they are all doing their best to build the motherland. We are the pride of his life.
But Xiaomeng, why don't I know in my heart that my father is actually thinking about us? Why doesn't he have the feelings of ordinary elders in his heart? It's just that he has experienced too much in his life, so he knows how to restrain his state of mind.
I don't know what kind of expressions they had when you bid farewell to Uncle Yushi and the others and were about to go to the Northwest Base. On the day I left home to go to the southwest, I saw tears in the corners of my father's eyes.
You know, he never sheds tears easily in front of people, and people say he is "Shi Huairu who fights with iron". I think he must know in his heart that I may not come back for a long time after I go.
I don't have a father now, recalling the situation under Cheng Huan's knees in the past, and looking at the blue sky and daytime in Shencheng, I miss the past days even more.
I can't wait to lie down on the lawn and cry heartily again. But I want to take care of my mother, and I must not be weak.
Ordinary elders, in their old age, just want to enjoy some leisurely blessings. My parents obviously had children, but they didn't enjoy reciprocal feeding at all.
But I have to go back to the southwest again, and now there are still projects waiting for me to go back. The research and development of superconducting materials and superconducting magnets in our laboratory will also enter a new stage, and there is really no time to delay.
I am really worried that my mother will be alone again. I told my mother that I would invite her to live in the Southwest with me. But my mother declined my invitation. She said that she would stay in Shencheng, and she wanted to see with her own eyes that the field of domestic vaccines, which my father had worked so hard for all his life, moved to a higher stage.
Xiaomeng, I know your temper, and I must be very sad at the moment. But this pain is nothing more than adding a trace of worry on the brow. My mother specifically asked me to tell you, do your job well, and don't try this life's misery lightly.
There are still many things in my heart that I want to say to you, but I think it is better to stop writing here.