Grandpa Song's disease is not very common, and the pathogenesis is relatively complicated. After taking medicine prescribed by a doctor, he lie in bed for a few days before he recovered. When he was not sick, he often went to the street to watch others play chess.
, After being sick for several days, when he reappeared, the old acquaintance was a little surprised - Oh, you are not dead!
The old friend's teasing became even more blunt: "Or, you'd better find an old woman! If you live alone, no one will know when you die one day."
Logically speaking, he was over 60 years old and could just laugh at topics like "death", but Song Jinquan couldn't do it. He was very angry when he heard these words, and he got sick again.
Xie Chong and Xie Ying took turns to deliver food to him. Although they were all very light meals, Song Jinquan ate very deliciously. When the brother and sister delivered the meal, they would also send the adult's advice: "Grandpa, don't say too polite words.
, It is better than anything else to cure your illness."
"Oh!" Song Jinquan sighed to the sky: "Everyone says to raise children to prevent old age. In the end, I, Song Jinquan, still have to rely on friends!"
So, every time she returned to her own house from Grandpa Song’s house, Xie Ying always held her family and said, “I will definitely not make you as pitiful as Grandpa Song in the future.”
Xie Qingshou is very tired every day and has to take time to take Song Jinquan to the hospital. He has no complaints. Because Old Man Song is his father's good friend for the rest of his life and he usually takes care of the Xie family. When taking care of him, Song Jinquan often
Say, second brother, it’s right for you to come back. If your parents are old, it won’t work just by relying on Qingyun.
Xie Qingshou said, "Yes. I also want to take them out of Laicheng and live in Guangzhou after becoming rich. Laicheng is a small place, and I can't hold so many sad things."
"I know, I know. You went to the south at that time, and no one said to you, because everyone knows why you left. At that time, you had a bad reputation and were looked down upon in the city. You wanted to go out and make a name for yourself.
Is that simple idea?”
Xie Qingshou smiled bitterly: "But my wish has not come true, and in the end I came back in shame?"
"It's okay, it's okay, it's good to come back. I'll have a good time with my family. It's better to accompany your parents in a small city than to take your parents to a big city. They have lived here for a lifetime and it's hard to leave here."
If possible, Xie Qingshou still wants to take his parents away. There are too many sad memories here, and there are many people who are unwilling to face again. Let’s make plans when the debt is paid!
Song Jinquan's illness recurred until the magnolia flowers bloomed, but they were not completely cured. During his illness, another widowed old man on Rulin Street died. The old man had a strange temper and did not move with any relatives.
, He had a bad relationship with his neighbors. The neighbor smelled a strange smell and called the police, only to find out that he had passed away.
Wang Jiying had found a position in the street office a long time ago, and the old man's funeral was handled by her. Song Jinquan was afraid that he would be affected and that he would end up with the same consequences, but he rarely told his two sons.
Let’s talk softly. Besides, the youngest son said it would be time for summer to come, how could he be embarrassed to urge him?
Xie Ying saw through his thoughts and said, "Grandpa Song, please call my grandpa and ask your son to come back, okay?"
Song Jinquan refused repeatedly, but Xie Ying still looked at him. Finally, when Xie Ying was about to leave, he couldn't help saying, "I'll give you Guanghao's phone number?"
When Xie Ying took the phone number home, Xie Hongxuan nagged, saying that Lao Songjing had a problem with him, how expensive is international phones! When dialing the phone, he was suddenly stunned. How to call internationally?
Xie Qingsu was knowledgeable and told his father that he had to go to the telephone bureau to call the international long distance.
Since that's the case, we can only wait the next day. Feng Yuzhen only recognizes the words when she goes to work and goes to school, and she can't do anything when going out. Therefore, the heavy responsibility of long-distance international distance can only fall on Xie Hongxuan.
I went there early in the morning and finally called, but no one answered. The people queuing behind me were anxious, so Xie Hongxuan re-queued it again. Half an hour passed, and this time it finally got through. Song Guanghao, who was on the phone, was kind and cheered up.
Yes, it may have been too long since I spoke Chinese, and my tone became weird. I had to add tone words such as "in" or "hey" at the end of each sentence, which made Xie Hongxuan feel uncomfortable.
International long-distance is very expensive, so try to make a short story. After the message is transmitted, Xie Hongxuan hung up the phone. Once the payment is made, it costs 100 yuan.
Xie Hongxuan was stunned: "It's only been a few minutes since I've been fighting? It's so expensive?"
The salesperson said, "Didn't you say it? It costs twenty yuan a minute."
Xie Hongxuan was so distressed that he dripped from his old friend, and he cursed his old friend several times. He thought, when his illness was cured, he would blackmail him a few more pork heads.
It was already half a morning. After working in the clinic for a while, Xie Hongxuan went home for dinner. Song Jinquan was sick and sat on the threshold of the gate. He weakly called his good friend and handed him a "Great Unity".
At that time, Xie Hongxuan felt sorry for the money he spent; but when his old friend wanted to return the money to him, he went against his wishes and said, "Give me money? Do you look down on me?"
"Brothers also have to settle the score clearly. If you run for me, I should give you the money."
"Then you don't have interest on the money you lend me."
Song Jinquan's hand drooped weakly, "I'll just keep it for you. I don't have the strength to argue with you."
"You are like this. If I charge you money again, I don't want to face anymore? If you don't have the strength, just go home and lie down."
Xie Qing took back his home and felt sorry for the money he spent. But what he said just now was the truth. Song Jinquan was very nice to him and he wanted to repay his friends. His wife laughed at him as a hypocritical person. He obviously wanted money, but for the sake of face.
He was embarrassed to ask for it again. Xie Hongxuan took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "When people are alive, don't they just need a face?"
"Skewer!" Feng Yuzhen said: "I don't know, what are the benefits of you being so proud of yourself?"
The international long-distance fight was very effective. After a weekend, Song Guanghao hurried back. Judging from his appearance, he was much whiter than a few years ago. When he saw everyone, he bowed and greeted him solemnly.
, which made the old acquaintances in Rulin Street at a loss - should they also bow?
Song Jinquan has been better. I heard that his son has returned and is even more radiant. I haven’t seen each other for a few years. The father and son have sent a few photos sporadically through letters. Now that his son is standing in front of him, Song Jinquan feels all kinds of feelings.
When they were about to hug their son, they bowed 90 degrees: "Dad, long time no see."
"Um...um..."
Song Jinquan hurriedly agreed. Could it be... that he should bow to his son too?
When Xie Qing came back from get off work, he saw Song Guanghao happily raised his hand and greeted him. Song Guanghao recognized him as the second son of the Xie family, so he bowed and said, "Second brother, hello..."
Unexpectedly, before his waist was bent down, Xie Qing took it away and pulled it up. Xie Qingshou said, "As for the local customs, don't bow, can you?"
Song Guanghao laughed awkwardly, saying "Yes, yes, yes," and couldn't help but bow. Xie Qing grabbed him and said, "I can't bear it if you bow. It's okay, you'll get used to it after two days of coming back.
.”
Song Guanghao was used to bowing and laughing, but Xie Qingshou broke his habit without mercy and couldn't mess with him anymore.