"Dad, it's time to eat." Mao Jianing made the rice, brought the basin of the vegetables, and slowly walked to the edge of the bed. The plastic basin of the vegetables was from the hospital when his father was hospitalized a few years ago. He used it for a long time, but he never had the chance to throw it away. Mao Jianing sometimes thought that maybe this small plastic basin would last until the day his father died. The house was a little dark and it was not easy to see things clearly, but Mao Jianing couldn't bear to turn on the lights early in the morning. He carefully put the two bowls, then walked to the end of the bed, and squeaked the bed. The bed had been used for a long time. Mao Jianing was afraid that it would break one day, so he would have to spend more than a thousand yuan to buy another one. For his family's conditions, this was a considerable amount of money.

"Jianning..." Mao Jianing's father shouted vaguely.

Mao Jianing immediately stood up. Although he felt that it was not right, his tone was inevitably irritated and said, "What are you doing?"

"I want to defecate..." Mao Jianing's father said in a hoarse voice.

Mao Jianing felt an unknown fire in his heart, and he said angrily: "I've just brought the food and said that he was defecating. Is it disgusting?"

"Oh..." Mao Jianing's half-paralyzed and sighed, "You're so miserable..."

Mao Jianing's heart trembled slightly, he shook his head, and said helplessly: "You wait."

It is not easy to serve a semi-paralytic patient in bed. People who have never done this work are likely to collapse at the first step, but Mao Jianing is very expert. He has been exposed to these things since the sixth grade of elementary school. If one day nursing staff can be evaluated for professional titles, Mao Jianing believes that he can get a senior professional title in minutes. At least in terms of operation, he is already impeccable.

After 20 minutes, Mao Jianing walked out of the house with a pack of disgusting garbage. What was in the garbage bag? It was naturally self-evident. When he got home, Mao Jianing washed his hands, and then slowly waited for the smell that spread in the house to dissipate, and then began to feed his father. The lunch dishes were relatively good, including green beans and braised pork. But this morning, Mao Jianing's mother complained to him again, saying that the price of the vegetables had risen again, which made Mao Jianing very reluctant to let his father eat so much, no matter how much he eats, it seemed that it would not help his condition.

Sitting by the bed and feeding sideways was awkward. Mao Jianing's father ate slowly, which made him have to hit his waist a few times every few minutes.

After finally finishing the meal, Mao Jianing still hasn't finished his work.

He has to wash dishes, clothes, and floors. At the same time, he must always pay attention to his father's condition to prevent him from peing in bed. This year, his father seems to have become a little demented. Fortunately, Mao Jianing's house is very small, with a room, a kitchen and a bathroom. When he was washing dishes in the kitchen, he could hear his father's voice clearly.

"Jianning, why haven't you gone out to work this year? Didn't you work with your classmate for two months during the holiday last year?" The bored father lay on the bed and chatted with Mao Jianing.

Mao Jianing was not interested and replied depressedly: "There are all the stores being demolished, and there is no shortage of people in the new stores. He didn't come to find me, so I can't go to him by myself, right? Besides, if I go out to work, who will take care of you at home?"

"Your mother! When you go out to school, your mother will take care of me?" Mao Jianing's father said. After a while, he sighed, "Your classmate is really capable. At a young age, he can open a shop by himself. It would be great if you had half of his ability."

Mao Jianing frowned and said impatiently: "This kind of thing depends on genes. How can you expect me to achieve success in this way?"

Mao Jianing's father sighed again.

The room was quiet for a few seconds. Just as Mao Jianing's mood slowly calmed down, his father suddenly said: "You earned 4ooo yuan in two months last year..."

"Are you finished?" Mao Jianing's unnamed fire suddenly surged up. He gritted his teeth and threw the chopsticks that were not broken on his hands on the ground, and roared loudly at the room, "Qianqianqianqian! I know how to talk about money all day! My family is so hard, but you are still hurt by you!"

The father inside the room finally shut up.

Mao Jianing gasped, bent down and picked up the chopsticks one by one, put them in the washbasin to wash them.

While washing, my father's words were heard in my mind.

He thought Qin Feng would ask him to work this summer, but now half of the summer vacation has passed, but he has not even seen Qin Feng's shadow. It's 2 ooo a month...

Mao Jianing took a deep breath.

Life is hard, but he rarely complains. Mao Jianing will not feel jealous when he sees someone richer than him.

He was just confused about the future and didn't know how long this kind of life would last. If he had to wait until his father died before he could get freedom, Mao Jianing felt that it would be better to die first. But whenever the idea of ​​suicide came out, he would soon grit his teeth and survive, and he could not let go of his parents. If he died in vain, who would take care of his father and who would take care of his mother? Mom would always grow old. When that day came, he would have to support this family.

Mao Jianing gradually felt less bitter, and then he saw a drop of water drop into the washbasin.

He sniffed and smiled.

Damn it, it's so embarrassing. I actually cried, but fortunately I haven't seen it yet.

He took a deep breath and walked into the bathroom and wiped his face.

Then he quickly cleaned up the kitchen, returned to the room, took out his summer homework and continued to work.

Mao Jianing was doing homework very quickly. On the one hand, he knew that the teacher could not read it at all, so he was quite perfunctory when writing the answers, and some questions were filled in randomly. On the other hand, he really didn't have much time to do his homework. His mother had been living in my grandmother's house these days. After working hard for a long time, he needed some cultivation, so he had to take care of all the things at home. And taking care of a paralyzed patient, the most needed time is time.

Mao Jianing lowered his head and wrote quickly, not caring about the right or wrong answer.

Just as I was writing high, the phone at home suddenly rang.

Mao Jianing thought it was his mother calling, walked over slowly, picked up the microphone, and responded lazily: "Hey."

On the other end of the phone, Qin Feng's voice came: "Jianning, have you been available recently?"

Mao Jianing was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and said repeatedly: "I have time, I have time! Is there anything you have?"

Qin Feng smiled and said, "If you have time, come here to help me. I have shortage of people in the store. Are you here?"

Mao Jianing was simply ecstatic, "Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! I... that, when will I go to your side?"

"It's better to start tonight. Today is No. 1!" Qin Feng said, "But I'm a night shift and I need to stay up late. Can you bear it?"
Chapter completed!