Lu Zhengkang felt that he had been clearly arranged in these few words, so he planned to resist, "Where do you plan to go, Grandpa?"
Lu Xuefeng once again fooled the child by touching his head, "Nowhere. Come back in the evening. I will prepare breakfast for you and put it on the table. You can go and eat by yourself, okay? What do you want to eat?"
“Egg fried rice.”
"How many eggs?"
"Two of them, add some chopped green onion and sausage."
"Eat so much fat."
"tasty."
"Yeah." Grandpa seemed to be more energetic and talked more. He looked like Squidward playing the recorder.
Early the next morning, to be precise at 4:30 in the morning, Lu Zhengkang woke up from urinating. After he finished his convenience, he felt his sleepiness subsided, so he opened the curtains to see the sky. It was dark outside, and there was some cold fog hanging nearby.
On the surface, there were two orange car lights shining directly on the door of the drying yard. Lu Zhengkang went to the bedside to find his mobile phone. It was now 4:36 in the morning.
Grandpa, are you leaving now?
After the door was confidently closed, Lu Zhengkang walked to the kitchen with his belly stroking his belly. The chair was placed at the table. He jumped on the armchair. At this height, he could overlook the dining table. There was a bowl of fried rice on the thermal tray, with a rice spoon resting on the edge of the bowl.
, and there are also small bowls for easy access. It seems that Grandpa made breakfast according to the pig's appetite.
The kitchen stove was still warm. Lu Zhengkang glanced at it. There were many pots and pans on the stove, and it was definitely not just for cooking a fried rice dish.
So grandpa prepared food to share?
Yes, he also has friends. Nowadays, the agricultural area is vast and sparsely populated, but the transportation is very convenient. It is not troublesome to visit neighbors who are hundreds of miles apart. Grandpa is sending delicious food to share. This is the countryside.
One of the beauties of the times.
However, since he is not here today, can I go find the headphones?
praise!
…
It is now January 27, 2082, the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, at 8:11 in the morning, the outdoor temperature is minus ten degrees, and the humidity is ninety-eight percent.
Lu Xuefeng got off the bus. Most of the passengers on the bus were old people. There were very few young people, and none of them were middle-aged. There was one child. They were a family of three. The couple was holding the little girl.
The girl's hands looked indescribably happy, but it was also reminiscent of a pig-killing scene. The little girl's hands were pulled high, as if they were being dragged.
Lu Xuefeng stood sideways, looking at this scene, and laughed unconsciously. Today he was wearing a straight Mao suit. This was a tradition left by his grandfather. He wore a Mao suit instead of a suit for the sake of formality.
Holding the food box, he looked up at the door of the building. On the electronic door plate, there were orange Song characters, Ping An Nursing Home.
He came to see his old friends.
First, he went to the registration office to confirm the visitor's reservation. He was led in by a young girl. Lu Xuefeng had never seen her before. It didn't matter. College students often came to practice here, and the staff turnover was quite high.
They walked through the four-season garden covered by a glass wall. It had constant temperature and humidity, and the rich fragrance of flowers made his nose feel itchy. To be honest, he didn't like the fragrance, just like he didn't like the overall decoration style here, especially the
The mosaic tiles on the door wall are very thin and have strange colors.
But he can't really complain here, he can only try his best to adapt.
In front of the low dormitory building for the elderly, Lu Xuefeng saw his four old friends. Three of them were standing and one was sitting, as if they were basking in the sun. However, when they saw Lu Xuefeng, they all waved.
.
The old man sitting in the wheelchair shivered and complained, "This year, uh huh... this year, this year, it's... late!"
Lu Xuefeng strode forward, gently hugged his old friend in the wheelchair, and said hello to them, "Manjing, Ah Zhun, Lao Kang, Fu Zai, are you all fine? Are you all fine?"
One is my mother-in-law, three are my grandfather, and there is Lu Xuefeng. They have been friends since the 1920s. Now it has been sixty years, which is a period of time. In ancient times, this period of time could kill a dozen old men.
.
Ah Zhun held the wheelchair. He looked the healthiest one and was very stable. He spoke slowly, "It's good to be here. We are not in a hurry."
Man Jing was a stooped old lady, her back was twisted into an almost right angle, and her head was always lowered. Lu Xuefeng knelt down and hugged her, and she slowly whispered in his ear, "Eat, delicious porridge."
Lu Xuefeng gently replied, "Okay, porridge."
The nursing staff brought these elderly people to the cafeteria. Lu Xuefeng pushed the wheelchair with a tenacious attitude and opened the food box on the plastic round dining table. There were twelve dishes on three layers, and a cup of thin rice porridge.
"Where's Hantou?" Lu Xuefeng looked around. Every time he came to share food with his old friend, the dementia patient named Hantou would always come over to beg for food. He wasn't hungry, he was just greedy.
"He's in the hospital." Lao Kang muttered, his voice had a metallic taste and was hoarse and hard.
"oh."
Lu Xuefeng raised his head slightly and touched it.
"When, what, what... let's go?" Fu Zai in the wheelchair was slurring his words. He was drinking porridge, and now it was flowing from the corners of his crooked mouth. The young nurse girl on the side was a little hesitant because Fu Zai had a penis.
Normal people would not be willing to go near the moldy smell, but a middle-aged female comrade brought wet wipes to wipe Fu Zai's face.
Lu Xuefeng wanted to help, but for some reason he couldn't raise his hand.
The light in the canteen is gentle and bright, and the faint smell of disinfectant and swill proves its legitimacy.
It’s everywhere, including the food saving placards on every table.
The only bad thing is that it's too empty.
…
Zheng Qilu and Lu Zhengkang ate in the living room without turning on the lights, so that the exquisite dishes were all dusty.
"Go and turn on the light." The oil-headed monster ordered.
"you go."
"Children must be obedient."
"Adults must leave the children alone."
"Then don't open it."
"If it doesn't open, it won't open."
Be silent for a while.
Lu Zhengkang asked: "Where has great grandfather gone?"
"A nursing home, you will have to go there to see him in a few years."
“Where is the nursing home?”
"Southside."
"Is it good there?"
"Of course, you have no worries about food and clothing, and there are programs every night. Otherwise, how can we call it retirement care?"
Lu Zhengkang was a little uneasy.
Will my great-grandfather really have to go to a nursing home in the future?
…
A familiar caregiver greeted Lu Xuefeng, "Are you coming to see your band again?"
Lu Xuefeng smiled cautiously, calmed down his cold expression, "Yes."
"You old man are not young anymore. It's time to prepare for retirement. Of course it's good to go to the city. If you can't go, it's the same as coming to our place." The nurse recommended her work unit with a sense of pride, just like a child.
It's like a desk lamp, and it's a little dazzling.
"Okay, okay. It's just..."
"I have something to do, bed 602, area C, let's talk later, bye." The pager on the nurse's waist vibrated, she straightened her back, said goodbye and left, wearing a pair of flat shoes, she looked like she was walking on the catwalk.
People almost forget that she is actually a robot.
"...Bye." Lu Xuefeng put down his hand and secretly spat.
