Chapter 442

Lu Zhengkang felt that he was clearly arranged between these three words, so he planned to rise up and fight, "where is granddad going?"

Lu Xuefeng once again fooled the child by touching his head. "I'll come back in the evening. I'll make breakfast for you and put it on the table. Will you go and eat it yourself? What would you like to eat? "

"Fried rice with eggs."

"How many eggs?"

"Two, with some scallions and sausages."

"Eat so much oil."

"Delicious."

"Well." Too grandfather seems to be some spirit, more words, that look like playing clarinet Octopus brother.

The next morning, exactly at 4:30 a.m., Lu Zhengkang was woken up by urination. When he finished, he felt sleepy. So he opened the curtain to see the sky. It was dark outside, and there was some cold fog on the surface near the ground. There were two orange lights on the door in the sun field. Lu Zhengkang went to the bedside to find his mobile phone. It was 4:36 a.m.

Is granddad leaving now?

After the door closed, Lu Zhengkang felt his stomach and went to the kitchen. The chair was placed at the table. He jumped onto the armchair, which overlooks the dining table. On the heat preservation tray, there was a sea bowl of fried rice. The spoon was on the edge of the sea bowl. In addition, there was a small bowl for easy access.

Lu Zhengkang glanced at the remaining temperature of the kitchen stove. There were so many pots on the stove that he did more than cook a fried rice.

So granddad is preparing food to share?

Yes, he also has friends. Now the rural area is vast and sparsely populated, but the transportation is very convenient. It's not troublesome to have a door between neighbors hundreds of miles away. Granddad is sending delicious food to share. It's one of the beauties of the pastoral era.

However, since he is not here today, can I go to the earphone?

Great!

……

It's January 27, 2082, December 29, 8:11 a.m. the outdoor temperature is minus 10 degrees and the humidity is 98%.

When Lu Xuefeng got off the bus, the passengers on the same bus were basically old people, few young people, none of the middle-aged people, and one of the children came from a family of three. The husband and wife were holding the little girl's hand, which was indescribably happy, but it was also associated with the scene of killing pigs. The little girl's hands were pulled high, as if being dragged.

Lu Xuefeng stood on one side, looking at this scene, unconsciously laughing. Today, he is wearing a straight Zhongshan suit, which is the tradition left by his grandfather. He is wearing a Zhongshan suit, not a suit, in order to be a formal man.

Holding a food box, he looked up at the gate of the building. The electronic doorplate had orange Song typeface, Ping'an nursing home.

He came to see his old friends.

Go to the registration office to make an appointment. He is led in by a young girl. Lu Xuefeng hasn't seen her. It doesn't matter. College students often come here to practice. The staff mobility is very strong.

They passed through the four seasons garden, which was covered by a glass wall. It was constant temperature and humidity, and the fragrance of flowers made him feel itchy. To tell you the truth, he doesn't like the fragrance, just as he doesn't like the overall decoration style here, especially the mosaic tiles on the door and wall, which are very young and have strange colors.

But he can't really complain here, he has to try his best to adapt.

In front of the low old people's dormitory, Lu Xuefeng saw his four old friends. Three of them were standing and one was sitting, as if in the sun. However, when he saw Lu Xuefeng, they all waved.

The old man in the wheelchair complained shivering, "this year, er, er This year, this year, come Late

Lu Xuefeng strode forward, gently hugged the old friends in the wheelchair, and said hello to them, "man Jing, a Zhun, Lao Kang, Fu Zai, all good, all good?"

One is my mother-in-law, three grandfathers, and Lu Xuefeng. They have been friends since the 1920s. Now 60 years have passed. They can be regarded as one of the best. In ancient times, they can die a dozen old men.

Ah Zhun holds the wheelchair. He is the healthiest one. He is very stable. Speaking slowly, "come, just like, we, not in a hurry."

Manjing is a bent old woman. Her back is twisted into a right angle. She always lowers her head. Lu Xuefeng squats down and hugs her. She slowly says in his ear, "eat, delicious, porridge."

Lu Xuefeng gently reply, "good, porridge."

Lu Xuefeng pushes a wheelchair and opens a food box on a round plastic table. There are three layers of twelve dishes and a cup of light rice porridge.

"Where's Han tou?" Lu Xuefeng looks around. Every time he comes to share food with an old friend, the dementia patient named Han tou always comes to beg for food. He is not hungry, but greedy.

"It's a hospital." Old Kang grunted, his voice metallic and hard.

"Oh."

Lu Xuefeng raised his head slightly and smacked it.

"When, yes, what Why don't you go In the wheelchair, foo Tsai's mouth is not clear, and he is drinking porridge. Now all of them flow out from the crooked corner of his mouth. The young nurse girl on one side hesitates, because foo Tsai's body has a musty smell. Ordinary people don't like to get close to him, but the middle-aged woman comrades take a wet towel to wipe foo Tsai.Lu Xuefeng wanted to help, but he didn't know why and couldn't lift his hand.

The light of the canteen is mild and bright, and the faint smell of disinfectant and swill proves its legitimacy.

It's good everywhere, including food saving signs on every table.

The only bad thing is that space is empty.

……

Zheng Qilu and Lu Zhengkang had dinner in the living room without turning on the light, so that the exquisite dishes were all grey.

"You go and turn on the light." Oil head strange command way.

"You go."

"Children should be obedient."

"Adults should let the children go."

"No, then."

"Don't open it, don't open it."

Silence for a moment.

Lu Zhengkang asked, "where is my grandfather?"

"The nursing home. You'll have to go there to see him in a few years."

"Where is the nursing home?"

"South."

"How is it?"

"Of course, we don't have to worry about food and clothing. There are programs every night. Otherwise, how can we call pension?"

Lu Zhengkang is a little uneasy.

After granddad, do you really have to go to the nursing home?

……

A familiar nurse said hello to Lu Xuefeng, "come to see your band again?"

Lu Xuefeng gave a restrained smile and restrained his cold look, "yes."

"Your old man is old enough to retire. It's good to go to the city. If you can't, it's the same here." The nurse recommended his work unit. He was proud of it. It was like a small desk lamp. It was bright and dazzling.

"All right. It's just... "

"I have something to do. Bed 602 in area C. let's talk back. Bye." The pager at the nurse's waist vibrated. She straightened her back and left. A pair of flat shoes were worn out of her t-platform. People almost forget that she is actually a robot.

“…… Goodbye. " Lu Xuefeng put down his hand and spat in the dark.