Beautiful music and beautiful stories can sweep away a person's day's hard work and troubles.
Ling Guoqiang entered the house as usual, went to the room, and got the radio. Hey, the radio was not on the bedside table. Where did it go?
He searched on the bed and in the cupboard, but couldn't find it. Suddenly, a look of panic flashed across his face.
When I first came in, I could vaguely see something playing on the mat in the main room.
"No!" Ling Guoqiang exclaimed, turned around and walked out of the room, and sure enough he saw the remains of his radio on the mat.
"Obviously, what are you doing!" Ling Guoqiang was very angry.
He relies on this radio to make a living! This is his heart and soul.
"Dad, there are no villains here." He said with an innocent face, he was searching for the truth.
"You're not good at learning. You dismantled dad's radio like this. I have to beat you today." Ling Guoqiang grabbed the feather duster and whipped it over.
At this time, Zhang Cuifen also entered the room, and she heard Mingming's crying.
"Ouch, what's going on?" Zhang Cuifen exclaimed.
"This stinky kid, dismantle the radio!" Ling Guoqiang's chest heaved with anger, and he was really going to lose his breath.
"What!" Zhang Cuifen was shocked when she heard this. She also relied on this radio to make a living. For countless long nights, she and Ling Guoqiang slept listening to the stories on the radio.
The radio is broken today, what are we going to do?
She angrily grabbed the broom at the door, grabbed Mingming and started beating her, and said to Ling Guoqiang: "Fight together, as long as we don't die, that's fine."
Then he went straight to Mingming's butt.
Ling Guoqiang felt distressed and hurriedly stopped him: "Forget it, forget it, I'm going to break the child."
He was crying so hard that he still called his sister for help. At home, whenever Zhang Cuifen started to beat him, he would always call Ling Xiaowei for help. It always worked, and as soon as his sister came, his mother would not dare to beat him.
Ling Xiaowei, who was painting a watercolor painting outside the house, ran into the main room when she heard the cry. Then she saw the remains of the radio on the mat and sighed. In the end, this thing did not escape Mingming's hands.
"Aunt Zhang, forget it, don't fight, let's pack up all the parts of the radio first, and take it to the street to have someone repair it the day after tomorrow," Ling Xiaowei said.
As soon as Ling Xiaowei spoke, Zhang and Zhang Cuifen really stopped fighting.
After packing up his things, he said two harsh words to Mingming.
"Sister!" Ming Ming threw herself into Ling Xiaowei's arms.
Ling Xiaowei rubbed Mingming's head and said distressedly: "Mingming, does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore. It won't hurt anymore if my sister is here." He was obviously quite sweet.
"Obviously, you did something wrong today. You broke the radio. No one can use it, and you can't listen to the music. Even if you have to dismantle it in the future, you have to make sure you can put it back up first, you know!"
Ling Xiaowei said to Mingming Education.
Ming Ming nodded in understanding.
Today, the only entertainment items were gone. After dinner and shower, the family went out to enjoy the cool air.
This was the first time that Ling Guoqiang went out to enjoy the cool air with his family. He held a cane in his hand and walked slowly behind Zhang Cuifen.
It has been many years since he left his yard.
Looking at the sunset in the distance and the endless fields, looking at these familiar scenes, he was so excited that he almost shed tears.
"Oh, isn't this Guoqiang! Your legs are healed!" the neighbor's sister said in surprise.
"You are really Guoqiang! You haven't been out for a walk in many years. Your legs are so steady when you walk!"
Along the way, the elders, aunts, elder brothers and sisters in the village looked at Ling Guoqiang in amazement and asked when his leg would be healed.
This leg was obviously amputated, why did it grow back again?
Ling Guoqiang's family was surrounded by neighbors. The few people in the village were curious and wanted to see how it was done.
Under everyone's questioning, Ling Guoqiang pulled up his trouser legs, showed it to his neighbors, and said, "I have been fitted with a prosthetic limb and have undergone rehabilitation training for more than half a month, and now I can walk."
"Oh, the doctors these days are really amazing." An aunt said with awe.
"It costs a lot of money to install this prosthesis!" Someone asked if he had an idea.
Then a group of people asked how much it cost.
Now, who in the village doesn't know that Ling Guoqiang and Zhang Cuifen have made a lot of money by handicrafts.
People in the village are like this. They like to inquire and gossip. They all want to know how much money the other person's family has so that they can brag to others. Or it can be convenient to borrow money. Your family has money! Borrow some money to spend.
Before, people in the village ignored Ling Guoqiang's family and rolled their eyes when looking at Zhang Cuifen.
Now it's too late to fawn over everyone. Now everyone knows that Zhang Cuifen is very good at making money.
Zhang Cuifen smiled awkwardly in response to everyone's encirclement and questioning. How could she not know about those things in the village? She just wanted to find out something, and then everyone would use it as a conversation piece after dinner.
Ling Guoqiang felt very uncomfortable being surrounded by so many people. He would not have come out if he had known better.
Everyone said congratulations, but many people were still asking about it, and they really had no fun.
"Dad, Aunt Zhang, it's getting late. Let's go to grandpa's house and watch TV! Otherwise, we won't be able to get a good seat." Ling Xiaowei suddenly said loudly.
With this shout, the surrounding crowd dispersed immediately, and someone even said hurriedly: "Go home quickly and move the stools. If you go late, there will really be no room."
There are dozens of households within a few miles around, and only Grandpa Shi’s house has a TV. Not many people went to Grandpa Shi’s house to watch TV yesterday. But today, the news has spread in the village, and every household is ready to go there in the evening.
I was watching TV at my grandpa’s house.
Ling Guoqiang doesn't want to go, but Zhang Cuifen wants to see it. "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is really good, and she is thinking about it every day.
The family went home and moved stools. Ling Guoqiang got into the wheelchair and Zhang Cuifen pushed it. The family of four walked to Grandpa Shi's house.
Halfway there, there was a traffic jam! This is really awesome, there are still road jams in rural areas.
When it got dark, there were no entertainment facilities in the village. I heard that Grandpa Shi’s family bought a TV. Today, all the men, women, and children in the village basically came out to see what the TV was like.
The people in the village were poor and had never seen TV. Even several centenarians in the village came out to use walking sticks and slowly followed the crowd.
There were a few people on the street chatting about the TV series they watched yesterday, and the conversation was lively. The people next to them were asking curious questions.
"That TV is very beautiful. There are people on it, they are people from ancient times. The women look like fairies. They are so beautiful." A young man said.
His description made everyone around him excited and said, "Go! Go grab a seat and watch TV."
