母亲躺在医院的床上,双目紧闭,嘴唇乌紫。她中风的脑子迷迷糊糊的,已经三天了。前两天,母亲的床前是没有人的,而今天,她的三个子女破天荒地都到齐了。老大一脸横肉,倚着床,盯着母亲,眼里是一种攫取的光。小弟小妹各有心事,又仿佛在等待着什么。病房的门被推开,一个声音叫道:“3号床,准备记忆移植。”顿时, The mother lay in a hospital bed with her eyes closed and her lips dark. The brain of her stroke has been staggering for three days. Two days before the mother’s bed, there was no one. Today, her three children were all together for the first time. The boss looked at the flesh and leaned against the bed, staring at his mother. His eyes were a kind of light. Younger and younger sisters have their own minds and they seem to be waiting for something. The door of the ward was pushed open and a voice called: “Bed 3, ready for memory transplant.” Suddenly,