Enamel Mug

A story about silence, concern and belated tenderness Cheng Jingxing, thirty-eight years old, is the core figure in the company's technology department and the most taciturn person in the office. He is the first to arrive at work and the last to leave every day. There is an enamel cup that has been used for eight years on the table, and the smell of tobacco that cannot be washed away always remains between his fingers. The day the medical examination report came out, he stuffed it into the deepest part of the drawer without even opening the seal. Colleagues advised him to seek medical treatment, but he just waved his hand and said, "It's already in the late stages and I don't want to bother." No one knew that he did not go home after get off work every day, but went to take care of his old mother who was bedridden due to a stroke. He had already arranged all his savings for her future living needs. He gritted his teeth and persisted in completing the project that no one could take over, and then carefully passed on his work notes to his descendants page by page. No one knew that there was someone deep in his heart - Acheng, his college sweetheart, whom he had never truly forgotten after twelve years of separation. We met again by chance on the subway, and Cheng said to him, "Now you have me." That "I'll accompany you" made this man who never showed weakness finally take off the armor he had worn for many years. He went to the hospital for treatment and for the first time wanted to live a little longer for himself. This is a story about stubbornness and softness, giving up and perseverance. Behind those seemingly ruthless choices, there is unspeakable helplessness hidden; and those belated tenderness finally catch up with the last time. "In this life, I am worthy of my job and worthy of my mother, but I am worthy of myself." Fortunately, the ending was different after all. Intention: When responsibilities are overwhelming and time is running out, can we still get a chance for ourselves to be loved? The real strength of a person may not lie in how much he can carry, but in how much he dares to let go.