In 2008, Luo Jing was in the prime of life, only 47 years old, and was brutally diagnosed with lymphoma by doctors during a routine physical examination. The sudden bad news caught his wife, Liu Jihong, and teenage son, Luo Shutong, off guard, and they stood in place, tears streaming down their cheeks. Luo Jing stared at the rapidly receding scenery outside the car window, his heart was full of pain, not that he was afraid of death, but that he remembered that his parents were old, and once he died, how they would spend their old age. On the way home for the family of three, there was nothing to say about the originally relaxed topics, and the atmosphere of dead silence was overwhelming. So Luo Jing solemnly told his wife that she would hide it from her parents no matter what, at least until the day they passed away one after another. Liu Jihong held back tears and nodded, she understood her husband's distress. 
In the following days, Luo Jing began the process of receiving brutal ** in the hospital. His body was covered with tubes, his hair was falling out, and his mouth and tongue were sores. Each chemotherapy process was long and painful, like a torture. They looked at me with sadness on their faces, but there was nothing they could do about it. What made Luo Jing feel even more desperate was that he watched the people in the ward die one by one, and he clearly knew that his time was numbered, death was coming, and his soul would be taken away. 
Every day and night, this psychological shadow tormented him, plunging him into purgatory-like despair in the last days of his life. On the same day, Luo Jing received a notification of the diagnosis, and then learned that his mother had suddenly suffered a stroke, resulting in half of her body and unable to take care of herself. The mother was already suffering from mild Alzheimer's disease, and this sudden incident undoubtedly aggravated Luo Jing's pain. Although such a change should have made Luo Jing's heart ache again, he still found a little relief in his despair - due to his mother's own dementia, her consciousness is not always clear, and she may not fully understand the fact that her son has cancer. 
In order to prevent his father Luo Tinggui from knowing his illness, Luo Jing concealed his illness from his father. He knew that his father's physical condition had never been very good, and if he was allowed to suffer another blow, he was worried that his father would not be able to bear it. So, in order to protect his father, he chose to continue to hide his illness from his mother. He understands that if he lets his father know about his mother's condition, he will definitely worry about his mother, and it will also affect his **. Therefore, he decided to hide his mother's condition for the time being, and wait until his mother's condition improved before telling her that he knew it was a difficult decision, but he could only do it He looked at his father's busy figure, and his heart was mixed, he understood that his father was for his mother, and also for the whole family, he felt that he had a great responsibility, and he had to take on this responsibility He prayed silently, hoping that his mother would be able to ** as soon as possible, and also hoped that his father would be able to live a long and healthy life He decided that no matter how big the difficulties and challenges he faced in the future, he would face them bravelyHe believes that as long as he and his father work together, they will be able to overcome all difficulties and meet a bright future. His mother's illness was up and down, with occasional brief periods of sobriety, which allowed Luo Jing to see a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair - perhaps when his mother died, he no longer existed. 
When the Spring Festival of 2009 was approaching, doctors announced that Luo Jing had only three months to live, which was like a bolt from the blue for him who was about to be sentenced to death. He thought in a trance, this is the last Spring Festival. His wife, Liu Jihong, held back her tears and wore light makeup every day, trying to hide her husband Luo Jing's increasingly haggard face. When Luo Jing begged her to drive him home and wanted to see his parents one last time, Liu Jihong had red eyes and silently agreed. 
The day before the first day of the Lunar New Year, Liu Jihong drove Luo Jing to the hospital. Luo Jing reluctantly stood up and staggered into the co-pilot. Watching their two lines of tears cross their cheeks, the car slowly drove away from the white place of death. When Luo Jing arrived home, his father, Luo Tinggui, had already learned the news that he was seriously ill on the Internet. When he saw Luo Jing's thin figure, he couldn't help but shed tears. Holding back tears, Luo Jing knelt next to his mother's wheelchair and apologized to his mother for not taking good care of her. The unconscious mother did not realize that her eldest son was dying, and just stared ahead. 
This scene brought tears to the eyes of everyone present. They understood that this was the last time the family was reunited, and the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together was more sad and less joyful. Luo Jing's mood was grief-stricken, and he was full of guilt because he failed to protect this home. What he feared was that this parting could be a farewell. For the past four months, Luo Jing has been receiving ** in the hospital. His condition deteriorated rapidly, leaving him struggling in pain every day, constantly gasping for air, as if every breath was a fight for life. 
On a hot day in June, despite the desperate struggle of this brave warrior, he was unable to resist the invasion of the disease and stopped breathing amid Liu Jihong's crying. Every member of the family learned of the bad news, and it was like a bolt from the blue. Liu Jihong felt grief-stricken and fainted sadly, but fortunately was helped up in time by the ** on the side. His son Luo Shutong has not yet understood the true meaning of death, and he hugs his mother tightly, that is, his only remaining relative. The family suddenly lost its pillar, and everyone's hearts were heavy. Especially his father Luo Tinggui, when he received the bad news**, the mobile phone fell to the ground with a "bang". 
His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound. Then he knelt on the ground with both knees, tears welling up in his eyes. Overnight, his head was full of gray hair and silver frost, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden. Since then, every year during the tomb sweeping during the Qingming Festival, Luo Tinggui will come to his son's tomb and cry bitterly. He crouched down, gently stroked the tombstone, and then wiped the dust off the surface with trembling hands. Then he hugged his head and wept, letting his tears melt into the wet land. He felt a heartache he had never felt before, and his son was forever a few feet below and would never be found again. 
The sick mother was kept in the dark, unaware of the cruel reality that her son had died. Her Alzheimer's disease left her in a state of confusion and confusion most of the time. These questions are like an invisible blade, straight into Luo Tinggui's heart. Holding back his tears, he said to his wife in a trembling voice: "He has been on a business trip to a far away place recently, and he has important work on him, and he can't come back for the time being." For the rest of his life, he used this tearful lie to cover up his true feelings. February** Dynamic Incentive Program