svetikya Chapter 772 is almost over
Chapter 772 is almost over
Today's medicine has been changed again, and it tastes even more bitter and difficult to drink. My mother drank the medicine quietly and continued to lie paralyzed on the bed, unwilling to communicate with others or move.
"...Mom, why don't you want to talk to me more? You always liked to talk a lot before..."
A silent mother is very uncomfortable. Why is she silent? Because she is in pain. Why is she silent? Because she is desperate.
"I'm just a little too tired. It's a little too cold today. Just being by my side is enough. I'm a little tired... Mom hopes you have a better future and learn all this slowly. It's a little too tiring, and a little too cold..."
Mom was feeling very uncomfortable and cold. The fire in front of her was still burning, and the crackling sound was still the same as before...
"Is the fire too cold today? Let me light some more fire." He added some more firewood into the stove, and the crackling sound was quite interesting.
I like watching the flames burn, and my mother likes it too. The flames burn and crackle, and the raindrops fall to the ground, bringing a special smell.
"It's already quite warm, but it might feel a bit cold. I don't know why the weather is always like this..."
The weather is always this cold, just like you can't decide your fate, the world is just like this, there's no way to decide many things...
"If I hug you, will you feel warmer?" He looked into his mother's eyes seriously, and she nodded. Nuolinxi nodded, not like a mother, but more like a friend. It was like returning to his youth, when he was still a mother...
"When I was young, I was always thinking about how to fulfill my obligations and responsibilities, but later I found that there were too many people in this world who couldn't do all that... I don't need to be so hard on my life, and I don't need to be so hard on my heart."
I've been so hard on myself, isn't it? I was forcing myself to accept and face it all, forgetting how much pain I was feeling...
"Everyone has a childhood. When I'm with my mother, I'm happy. I can always smell the floral scent on her body, which is so warm... It doesn't matter. No matter what happens, I'm willing to stay by my mother's side, forever and ever."
Always by your mother's side? That would be nice indeed. It was one of my fantasies. But it's not like that. Things will change in the future, just like I can't decide my own life. But I hope you can decide your life, my child.
Everyone has the right to choose, and this is what I want most.
People desire and hope madly because they don't have something, just like they can never own the things they love... They grow up in pain, forcing themselves to make choices and face it all. People desire because they don't have something. It's interesting, isn't it?
People yearn for what they don't have. People in pain yearn for freedom. People in despair yearn for hope. People in wealth yearn for sincerity. It's so interesting...
But really? They don't understand, they want each other's things, it's so interesting, isn't it?
"Mom hopes you can make your own choice, but there's no other way. I'm too tired, aren't I? Mom can't make her own choice and understand all this anymore..."
I can't make you understand all this. The world is constantly changing...
"My future will be better. I will continue to understand the world by my side. Mom, I have always loved you, just as you love me... I know I cannot escape death, but I am lucky enough to be by your side."
Meeting someone is a blessing, whether it's meeting your children or meeting your past. Isn't it interesting? Everything is meaningful...
"You already know how to do this, right? You're very smart, my child. You can handle this all very well. Ahem... Sorry, Mom, it's a bit cold again. Can you cover me with the quilt?"
"Hmm..." I went to find a not-too-thick, furry blanket and covered my mother with it. After covering her with it, she felt obviously much more comfortable, wrapping up her entire body.
"It's much warmer now. Come, let me continue talking to you. Regarding this part..."
"Does this refer to tax reporting and how to estimate projected returns? I'm not very familiar with this."
"Under normal circumstances, there are market rules, but some special problems may arise. These are problems caused by other methods, which are clearly stated as special conditions. There are many, such as sudden cold snaps during the rainy season and the introduction of new products, which will lead to reduced profits."
"Hmm... Just like if it rains heavily when the fruit is about to ripen, and a lot of the fruit disappears, will the price go up?"
"Well, the price of fruit will increase significantly because the demand exceeds the supply. It's amazing..."
"If supply exceeds demand, prices will go down, and if demand exceeds supply, prices will go up... I've made a note of it."
Very simple economics.
It’s also the most basic beginning of those complex things, interesting, isn’t it?
"I like all of these. This is my favorite part about the business. I'll explain it to you slowly. This part requires more time, and then we need to slowly speculate and estimate the situation on site. It would be best if we could survey the situation... cough... cough..."
I felt a violent cough and hot water was handed to me. The warm water entered my throat, bringing a hint of warmth. I felt so tired and sleepy. I leaned on the child for a while before I could barely catch my breath.
"Does Mommy need some more water?"
"...I'm a little tired, but luckily, I don't need any water. I just coughed a little too hard and I feel a little dizzy..."
"Would you like to lie down for a while? I'll be by your side the whole time. Would that make you feel a little more comfortable?"
"Well...I'll tell you all this after Mommy wakes up, okay?"
"Um……"
I gently began to touch my mother's hair, lying on her, touching her hair bit by bit, until the fine hair reached behind her ears. My mother's face was still so soft, just like in my memory.
"Don't play with Mom's hair, Mom is sleepy..."
"Okay..." He touched his mother's forehead again, which was still warm, and then kissed her. Kissing each other's foreheads expressed love and closeness...