I thought I cared about you.

one.

"talk to your family more often" is often used as a piece of advice.

and it becomes a suggestion because most people talk to their families much less frequently after work.

but we are often reluctant to admit this because we can come up with all kinds of video chat phone records, monthly transfer records, and Taobao records of buying all kinds of sundries for our family. to prove that we are still a child who cares about our family.

if you want to know whether you care or think you care, it's simple to answer a question:

"do you know the last time your parents went to the hospital and why?"

Don't scold me in a hurry, because I don't know.

and this kind of hindsight, I only discovered it at noon yesterday.

This is the moment to upgrade your wardrobe and include a bit of element tiffany blue prom dresses. Be enthralled by the combination of subtlety and comfort.

two.

I've been sleeping late lately, so it's almost time to eat when I get up.

I thought I could sneak into the kitchen and eat a mouthful of soy sauce chicken, but when I arrived in the living room, I found that the range hood was not working and the stove was not lit, while my mother was sitting on the sofa rubbing her shoulders.

when I asked her what was wrong, she said to me, "I didn't sleep well last night, and now I always feel backache."

when I asked why, my father smiled and replied, "your mother has been busy recently, learning to do fitness exercises. Didn't she jump too much yesterday and sprained her neck?"

my mother squinted at my father and then admitted it helplessly.

originally I wondered why my mother kept asking me next door if I was doing cervical exercises in front of Douyin. It was because her neck was uncomfortable.

I asked my mother to sit down and told her I'd squeeze it for her.

"do you understand this?" She asked.

"I don't know how much tuition I have paid to those physiotherapists these years. "

my mother was worried about my skills at first and kept telling me," Don't do it when you press it gently. "

"Don't worry."

but just as I was about to do it, I found a big bag on my mother's neck.

is smaller than a fist, but bigger and rounder than a bone.

I asked my mother in a frightened tone: "Mom, your neck is swollen!"

my mother was scared of me at first, and then she touched the "big bag" with her hand.

after touching it, she smiled and said, "No, that's a rich bag. Haven't you heard of it?"

"I haven't heard of it. What's it from?"

"many middle-aged people will get the disease, a bag will swell on the neck, don't worry, it won't hurt."

I touched it with my hand. It does look like a steamed stuffed bun, but it is much harder than a steamed bun.

look at me standing still, my mother said, "Don't you press it?"

I said, "when did your rich bag grow up? have you seen a doctor?"

she smiled and replied, "it's been a long time. It's been a year or two. Your aunt's rich bag is even bigger. Many people have it and don't need to see a doctor."

"I'll check it online for you later," I said.

although my mother didn't continue anything and even kept telling me "I didn't think you could do this" after pressing it, I was uncomfortable.

because it made me realize that the matter of "caring" cannot be proved by any "record" at all. No matter how much you spend on living expenses, no matter how much fruit you buy and send home, it's just a placebo you give yourself.

the real concern should be more like the nagging that I usually dislike, asking you if you are wearing enough clothes when the weather is cold, not calling for a week to ask if you are busy at work, sending out moments in the middle of the night last night, whether you stayed up late.

finally.

I have read a lot of stories about "suddenly discovering that my parents are getting old", and I even think these tones are clich é s and boring.

but it wasn't until I experienced it that I realized why every creator, every creative form, has a similar record of "this moment".

because it is too subversive for a newly independent adult.

people in their twenties often only see the world with their own eyes. When they think money is important, they think that the whole world thinks money is important; when they feel that life and death are far away from them, they think that the whole world is far away from life and death.

but the fact is, for our parents who have just reached the age of 50, every year means a further reduction in their physical strength and resistance.

and this "low" will be very obvious at this recent special moment:

"if we were hit at the same time as our parents, there would be a much higher probability that they could not stand it."

of course, no one wants to verify this conclusion.

but I have to admit that by the time you are 25, the word "parents" has been closely associated with "vulnerability".

so if you can, take advantage of this "only talk to your family" time to talk to them and care about them.

because I don't want to feel regret and remorse on the battlefield if one day when you are going to fight for others, you will feel regret and remorse because you have not said something or expressed your concern clearly.

good night, everyone.