“要生,你就接受治疗;要死,我更无可奈何。”我跪在地上,泪雨滂沱。彻底“撕破脸”之后,父亲乖巧得像只温顺的猫。父亲癌症术后已经11个月了,一想起那个灰色的8月,我总是莫名地感到忐忑难当,这其中夹杂着太多的情感——生与死,重逢与离别,泪水与欢笑。“老爷子,你要是疼就吱声。”医生一手术刀下去,聚集在父亲类似于颈部淋巴结节周围的血滴滴答答顺流而下,我看着父亲紧闭着眼,紧抿着嘴,紧绷着 “To be born, you receive treatment; to die, I feel helpless. ” I kneel on the ground, tears torrential rain. After thoroughly “tearing the face”, his father behaved like a docile cat. My father’s cancer has been 11 months after surgery. When I think of that gray August, I always feel unpleasant feeling of unpleasantness, mixed with too many emotions - life and death, reunion and parting, tears and laughter. “Father, you hurts if you squeak. ” The doctor a scalpel down, gathered in the blood of his father similar to the lymph nodes around the neck ticking down, I watched his father closed his eyes tight, pouting Tight