Decades ago, my neighbor Uncle Wang gave birth to a son, who was middle-aged at the time.
Uncle Wang doted on his son very much, and before he was born, he named his son.
After his son was born, Uncle Wang regarded him as a pearl in his palm, but his son was frail and sickly.
Uncle Wang often takes his son in and out of the hospital, and the neighbors persuade him:
"Why don't you take your son and find a fortune teller?”
Uncle Wang never believed this, and he still took the children around to see a doctor.
If this disease is cured, it will suffer from another disease.
As the child grows up, Uncle Wang's family has been hollowed out, and he can no longer afford to go to the hospital.
In the end, Uncle Wang's son became more and more ill, so he had to lie at home and wait for death.
Half a year later, the child finally died.
Uncle Wang was very sad, he was bored at home for half a year, and he became yellow and thin.
The villagers were afraid that he would not be able to think about it, so they persuaded him to go outside to relax.
One day, Uncle Wang went out alone, he bought a train ticket and went on a trip.
Uncle Wang came to a strange place, he was walking on the street, and saw a gentleman who measured words on the side of the road.
Uncle Wang didn't believe this, and walked over slowly.
Unexpectedly, the gentleman who measured the word suddenly shouted:
"Wait a minute, don't go yet!”
Uncle Wang was stunned when he heard this, stopped and turned around and said:
"You're calling me?”
Mr. Word Measurement said
"yes, I'm calling you!”
Uncle Wang was not interested, and said indifferently:
"I don't believe in this, you can find someone else to test the word!”
The gentleman who measured the word grinned and said
"I won't take your money, okay!”
Hearing this, Uncle Wang couldn't help but be moved, he hesitated for a moment, but chose to turn around and come back.
Uncle Wang walked up to Mr. Word Measurement and sat on the side of the road.
Mr. Measuring Words handed Uncle Wang a piece of paper and a pen, and said:
"You can just write a few words!”
Uncle Wang was stunned for a moment, and then wrote the name of his dead son.
Mr. Word Measurement took the white paper and looked at it, with a helpless look in his eyes.
He said with pity
"This name is too big, the person with this name can't hold it, it belongs to the fate of early death!”
When Uncle Wang heard this, he couldn't help but tremble.
His eyes suddenly turned red, tears welled up in his eyes, and he felt his throat choke and he couldn't speak.
Uncle Wang stretched out his hand and took out a banknote and handed it to Mr. Word Measurement.
Mr. Word Measurement waved his hand and did not pick it up.
Uncle Wang was helpless and stuffed the banknotes back into his pocket.
Uncle Wang stood up numbly and walked into the distance with mechanical steps.
He seemed to see a small figure laughing and running in the distance.
Uncle Wang smiled, he felt relieved, and he secretly said:
"I want him to live better, give him such a good name, who knows, he is not blessed, we are too shallow father and son. ”
Uncle Wang traveled all the way, and his son's voice and smile always appeared in his mind, as if he had taken his son to travel all over the mountains and rivers.
He is no longer sad, and there is only a touch of fatherly love engraved in his heart, which is a feeling that no one can perceive.
Many years later, when Uncle Wang mentioned this incident to me, I could still see that strong emotion permeating his vicissitudes of life.