For more than two months his parents'hotel store had been transferred, the pavement in front of the shop had been covered with silt, the sign originally named after his mother had been removed and replaced with a brand-new plaque. This place, which I used as a \"second home\" from childhood, really had nothing to do with me.
Going home to pack a few clothes - in autumn, the mother has been in the hospital with her father for half a year, only the first few skimpy summer wheels changed. Opened the wardrobe, hanging in the hands of the wardrobe father's short-sleeves fell to the ground, my heart clattered, quickly picked up hang back.
The curtains in my parents'room hadn't been opened for a long time. I pulled open some of the windows and spilled some water on the leeks planted on the air-conditioner. The storage room was full of debris, I pulled for a long time, only in the innermost bucket to find the storage of bayberry wine, count, there are about ten cans.
When I got to the hospital at lunchtime, the nurse went to take a nap after lunch, and my mother was washing things in the bathroom in the ward. She saw me come in and pointed to the bag hanging from the wall. \".
Every other day or two, her mother would go to a restaurant near the hospital - in fact, a well-stocked shop - to buy a bit of all kinds of vegetables, and to buy fresh fish and meat, she would go earlier. All the purchased ingredients were in baskets and hung on the walls of the ward bathroom, from vegetables and nuts to fruits and grains, but in small quantities.
\"Did you give the fish to Dad? The doctor says the patient has more protein, and the beef is the best. I put the disposable lunch boxes I brought one by one on a plastic bench, with salted fish and soy bacon in the bowl, and a half bowl of old duck, which was stewed in a pressure cooker, soft and easy to import.
Mother came out of the bathroom, rubbed her hands on the legs of her trousers, and clutched the cabbage in her hand:\" buy crucian carp for your father to eat, and tomato cabbage radish and so on, all put some. Well, I said I wouldn't have to bring anything with me. I can't eat anything here.
Having said that, the mother was obviously a little pleased, and she took another empty bowl and bent over to pick it out:\" Pick a few more meats and call your dad for a while, the old duck is filling up and the soup has to be kept for your dad.\"
Father shaved his hair today, the whole person looked refreshed, smooth scalp with only a layer of bleary hair root, the site of the operation a little sunken into the edge of the drum. At the moment he was still asleep, but his brow was still frowning and his lips were bleeding too much from the skin.
I put on my mask and said something in front of my father's bed. I turned on the music and put it in his ear. In front of the narrow hand-washing table, my mother was using a knife to cut a few slices of carrot into the kettle, and I looked over to see that there were vegetables, dried incense, and a few black fungus.
The mother came out with the kettle, pulled open the cartons under the bed, salt, sugar, soy sauce and old wine were in them, she neatly added the dressing to the kettle, ripped open the bag of mustard and poured half the bag, and put some bacon together. The hospital is not allowed to use electrical appliances privately, except for the broken-wall machines that feed the patients. There was only one socket on the wall of the ward, and the mother covered the kettle with cardboard, crouched against the wall, and soon the kettle boiled.
Mother with chopsticks to open the lid of the kettle, rolling hot air to the face, gulping over the hot soup bubble, cabbage is tender, the semi-ripe fragrance is also a roll of water cooked.
I nodded and took the wine out of my backpack. Uncle and aunt's house will send a few baskets of bayberry every year, if not eat, in the refrigerator cannot put a few days on the soft deterioration, father simply put bayberry bubble wine, because mother likes to drink.
In the past day shop busy, mother will take out the jar from the depths of the cabinet, pour a little rose red liquor, and then mixed with half a glass of home brew. Sitting down and eating wine is the best time for a mother to be busy all day. She folded her legs, thumb index finger loosely holding the cup wall, raised the blue finger, slightly squinting a sip, the corner of her mouth grin, wine under the belly, just clip a chopstick vegetable entrance.
Father does not drink wine on weekdays, at most two cans of beer, but to the wine-soaked bayberry is very fond of, eat full rice, the jar of wine to the sky red fruit he put into the empty bowl, the blink of an eye to eat.
This early summer, relatives sent many, are black charcoal plum. Father prepared a clean glass jar early, while fresh, each pick out bayberry, into the glass jar, put a few thick layers of ice sugar. The pulp is soaked by the wine after the soft, into a good-looking fuchsia, the color of the liquor is darker than Yang Mei.
This late autumn, father suddenly cerebral haemorrhage coma has been 5 months, hide in the home of bayberry wine has been ripe. I unscrewed the jar in the ward, and the sweetness of the pulp and ice sugar almost covered the wine.
The vegetable soup from the electric kettle was filled with a bowl. Looking carefully, I found there were some bean sprouts, cabbage leaves and mushrooms. I spooned the soup, hot mouth, but the more hot the more fresh, unexpectedly delicious. I couldn't help but sigh:\" Mom, how delicious!\"
The mother smiled, took a disposable cup and sipped the wine:\" Today the fish is eaten for your father, the fish bones are left to cook the soup, the fat meat in the bacon can be used as oil, and the pickles and shrimp skins are cooked together. Today, I also bought 10 shrimps, seven for your father, and three in them.
Seeing that I had several mouthfuls of soup, my mother picked out some food from the pot for me to eat more. I brought most of the rice, my mother pulled half into the bowl, the rest in a plastic bowl covered with a lid, indicating that the day in the hospital microwave, a hot 50 cents to eat.
I told her to order a lunch box in the hospital. Mother said it was expensive and not delicious. I know that she usually goes to the breakfast shop downstairs in the morning to buy two bowls of white porridge and leave a bowl for lunch. In the evening, she cooks the powder herself. She said the salted fish and bacon she brought with her today were just right to eat and serve as a recipe for cooking noodles, and I advised her that something too salty to eat, had better be boiled in water before eating. The mother's muddle should be, big mouth grilled rice, eat very fragrant.
\"At dinner, my daughter is here. Oh, and drink! The family of the same ward pushed the physiotherapy machine in and said hello. Old aunt 60 years old, and we are fellow countryman, speak local language.
\"The wine is sweet and not spicy. Ah Hui's father made it. My hands and feet are getting sick and I'm comfortable with it. Mother told her to sit down and have a drink. She said it was better to have a drink with people. The old aunt waved her hand and said no.
Just then, the quiet father in the hospital bed suddenly stared wide-eyed, his shoulder popped and began to cough violently. When I lost my mother's chopsticks, I was about to stand up.\" I'll go and eat first.\"
The father coughed violently and stopped several times, his eyelids dropped weakly again, his brow twisted tightly and his face coughed red. The metal pipe at the air cut had thick sputum spattering out, and I sterilized my hands, sucked it clean, and wiped the spit from my father's lip with a tissue.
The old aunt massaged her sleepy son on the bed, and amplified her voice:\" tell your mother, tell her to rest more, she does not listen to ah, nurse pat back, she is next to protect your father, feed food also want to watch, afraid of your father where uncomfortable, afraid your father is not enough to eat hungry. Last night your father's body temperature is high, she sits all night not to sleep, gives your father to change the towel to wipe the body, you see her face is so ugly now, cannot sit down fast. Go on like this, your father didn't wake up, she must fall first! \".
I turned to look at my mother, at first glance feeling her face fat, but it was actually obvious puffiness, and the eyelids were swollen, and the eyes were more tired. Perennial dish hair she, the hair of the head sparse, the skin lost luster, like lost water vegetable heart, added fine wrinkles. That is, just after drinking, the cheeks are a little red, the face looks better.
Before 12 noon, his father was carried to the cart with a urine catheter bag, all the way to the elevator downstairs, through the long clearing in front of the inpatient department, to a row of small low-rise houses - where the only hyperbaric chamber in the hospital was.
Four patients, including the father, accompanied by family members or carers, were also pushed into the giant cylindrical confined bulk, inhaling high-purity oxygen through a mask to better repair and regenerate necrotic brain cells in a short period of time, one of the most commonly accepted routine treatments for waking up.
There was a 20-year-old girl in the cabin with her father, who was pushed in a wheelchair, beautiful and tall, and couldn't hide her beauty even after a long illness. I heard from other people's intermittent chat, the girl because of cardiac arrest, rescue too long lead to intracranial ischemia and hypoxia, coma for several months before gradually regaining small consciousness, she has done more than 100 days of hyperbaric oxygen, slightly effective, but also continue to do.
The girl's big eyes fixedly looked in one direction, the dark pupil had no focus, the air cut on her neck had healed, leaving a flesh-colored scar. Her hands stiffened and her body quivered uncontrollably, like a startled bird. Her parents, who looked in their 40s, occasionally reached for their daughter's cheek and covered her entire hat as she spoke to her neighbour.
Some people praise their daughter beautiful, the father laugh, the face is proud and gentle, said that the daughter with the mother, since childhood good-looking. The girl's mother crouched down, held her trembling hands, and spoke to her gently with her head up.
I can't help but think of the time when I was 20 years old - as if it had been a long time ago, and as if it were just yesterday. Father's hair is still mostly black, broad shoulders, strong limbs, palms are also fat, legs and feet are also sharp, work well. Mother is angry, whenever there is trouble to talk about him, the father silently eat food silently listen, until the mother died down, did not dare to make a sound. I slept late enough on vacation, woke up with no heart and no heart in my room playing with my computer, pushed the bowl back into the house after dinner, no worries, no worries.
After two hours of hyperbaric oxygen, my mother and I pushed the car back into the room. This section of the road in front of the hospital building is rough and there are excavators working around it. Father covered with quilt, the wind is very strong, mother with a towel half wrapped in his face, do not let the cool wind into.
After returning to the ward, follow closely with acupuncture. The long needle in the acupuncturist's hand plunged into his father's hole, his head, arms, thighs, and calves. The last needle stuck in the person, the doctor pinched the needle repeatedly aggravated the force to turn the stimulation, the father face muscle tightens, the mouth is twisted, appears ferocious, the right hand tries his best to lift up, finally drops powerlessly.
Acupuncture, electrical stimulation, swallowing training, joint massage, atomization, sputum suction, all kinds of items do the same, the father's brain is still heavy asleep. The nurse, with her legs in her arms, turned her father's body sideways and slapped him on the back. \"Don't be afraid,\" she said softly as she bent down and held her hand to her father's face.\" Don't be afraid for a moment.
Father naked on the back of a large blue, this is a daily pat back left, pat back when his eyes are always very wide-eyed, the face rose red, like a heavy hit on the board of fish, cannot break free, cannot resist.
I used to want a family to go to the studio to take a family photo, after the photos are washed out to the wall, you can see through the door. I looked down at the picture I'd just taken on my phone, and my mother and I looked at the camera one by one, with the sleeping father in the middle, his mouth drooped and his brow frowned.
The hospital was in the city, and it would take two hours by car to get back to the town's house. Before I go out, I temporarily entrust my baby to my cousin, who opens a shop in the street.
I spoke to my father again, and I brought an empty bowl to go back. Mother poured half a basin of hot water, let it cool a little to wipe my father's body, and turned to me and told me,\" Remember to come back and bring some wine. The bayberry wine list is too sweet to be eaten with some wine.
I wrapped it on my back and nodded. Just stood in front of the elevator door, mother chased out again:\" wait a minute, there is something for you.\" Then she turned back to the room, and a moment later she came with something in her hand, two oranges, and stuffed it into the bag on my hand.
I was stunned, reached out to take out:\" I come to the hospital how still bring things back ah, where the orange ah, you keep their own eat ah, I go back to eat anything.\"
I was pushed into the elevator, and before the elevator door closed I saw my mother standing and waving her hand at me. I didn't have time to say a word.
When I was a child, I often quarreled to eat this kind of orange, mother always said that the orange on the fire not to eat more. Now that I've grown up, I can eat as much as I want, but the taste isn't that taste anymore.
The next day, I brought some fruit to see my grandparents. His father's chickens and ducks were running up and down the mud behind their house. Before his brain bled, he went back every day to take some rice to his grandparents. A few weeks before my father fell, I followed him back to feed the chicken. The chicken and duck were originally to be sold or given away, the mother did not want to give it to the neighboring food.
\"Ah Hui? Isn't it Hui? It's not the same anymore. Granny sat up shakily, turned her head and called Grandpa out. The hands on her knees were covered with green tendons. She grabbed the coat and covered it. She looked at me and asked,\" How's your father? When's he coming back?
I spoke to them and got up and went to the back door. The back yard is sunny. The father's pumpkins grew luxuriantly, and the thick vines stretched out of the wall, with a few green fruits hidden between the layers of leaves. Ducks squat under leaves, flapping their wings from time to time. Father once said, when the biggest two pumpkins red, you can pick back to cook pumpkin soup, home-grown, certainly sweeter than others. Last year my father buried sweet potatoes full of new vines, dug in may be able to harvest.
My father's adopted black cat was lying on a concrete board, and just as he approached, he pricked up his ears and looked at me. I twisted the key, the door babbled open, the room was dark, only a few wisps of faint light between the panes. I turned on the light and the table where I used to eat was full of clutter and a thick layer of black ash. Father made two jars of wine in the corner, take off the seal of yellow mud cover and lotus leaves, take off the band of leather, open plastic film, faint wine fragrance diffuse.
I carried a bottle of wine with the wine, carefully screwed on the cap, and then put the lid of the jar layer by layer. Holding the wine bottle in place for a while, I stepped on the wooden stairs to the second floor.
The upstairs room is smaller than I seem to remember, the shabby bed and wardrobe, is the mother's dowry of the year, a vertical air conditioning placed in the corner, wrapped in rags, only to reveal a little corner.
After taking a good bath at night, I received a call from my father from the old aunt of the hospital and his family in the ward:\" Something's wrong, your mother quarreled with the nurse, as if the nurse from your house had asked her father to do hyperbaric every day. You hurry to get the nurse back first, or your mother won't be able to do it alone.
My mother's voice was smooth, no different from the way I spoke to her every day, and I said directly,\" Mom, I just called our nurse, and he meant that he felt that he was struggling to hold his father every day and wanted to pay more, and I agreed to give him an extra ten dollars a day for his meal allowance.
\"Really? I thought he'd quit. Just now he said he'd add 20 bucks to every time he took your dad down for hyperbaric! How can it be so expensive? Now you've agreed? It won't change, will it?
Mother's voice in the noisy background sound a little vague, I put my mind on the baby who began to cry, then briefly explained a few words:\" Dad sleep when you go to bed, don't be too tired, go to bed early.\"
Autumn crab fat, I asked the owner to pick two big, put some ice-sugar stew brought over. The mother frowned,\" bring so many things again, don't buy these expensive ones next time.\"
I pulled out the bottle of the wine from my bag, and my mother took it over and smelled it and smiled.\" It's sweet. Your father said the wine was good.
Mother took the stool and sat down and shook the plastic cup in her hand:\" it wasn't much, it wasn't enough for me to drink for a week.
\"Drink, of course, if you don't drink, you have to drink it. I used to drink more in the shop and have everything I wanted to eat. Mother's drink is not good, at this time has been slightly tipsy, speak with a share of wine.
It was also time for his father to eat, his variety of rice, walnut red jujube barley oat green radish bitter melon eggs, as well as the mother picked out the fish, all ingredients mixed together, with a wall breaker into a paste, pumped into the syringe, hit the nasal feeding tube, directly flow into the stomach. Father a \"eat \"4 syringe, about 240 ml, more food, can only be poured out.
The crab's shell is hard, my mother is eating hard, I put on a mask, while the flow of food, while bending over to his father said:" Dad, you see mother behind you to eat, don't worry, when you wake up let mother to make you more delicious, I think she buy something you like to eat it. First of all to buy big crab, now the crab can fat, crab forceps are meat, steamed dip in soy sauce vinegar eat. Fish head stew tofu, ask mother to put more chili and pickled vegetables, and your favorite green pepper squid, some starch, soup thick and fresh and tender, want to eat? If you wake up, do it for you. Wake up Dad, wake up and we'll go home, we'll have dinner together, the baby's on the dining chair, we'll have ……”
Perhaps I was so noisy that my father unconsciously opened his eyes and slipped his needle-piercing hand to his side. His right hand could move when he opened his eyes, his left hand had not moved since the onset of the disease, his fingers were thin, and his thumb bent stiffly inward.
There were four attendings in the neurosurgery office, and I ran to the door and looked at the youngest one sitting in it. I am glad that the doctor is patient and can ask a few more questions in detail.
\"Dr. Sun, I'm a family member of bed 31. I'd like to ask you what happened to my father's lung infection these two days.
\"Well, let me see. \"The doctor checked out his father's records on the computer and squinted for a moment.\" So, the last time the sputum was cultured, a new pathogen, Klebsiella pneumoniae, was detected. Originally intended to stop antibiotics for a period of time, here has been used a very high-grade antibiotics, the use of a long time, and then used fear that drug resistance will eventually become drug-free. But, um, look at the recent blood test, your father's condition is still a little high inflammatory indicators, antibiotics cannot stop, continue to observe a few days. \".
\"Antibiotics don't stop if you want to, there's a process, the new antibiotics have only been used for a few days, haven't really been effective, if stopped, the previous few days will be useless. In a few days, and then a blood test.
\"The effect of hyperbaric oxygen varies from person to person, and it's usually recommended to continue with two sessions - however, your family members are also mentally prepared and may never wake up - too much here to wake up at last.
I rubbed my aching temples:\" It used to be, you've got to pay attention now when you're older and your blood pressure is high, you look at him... Is there anything else uncomfortable? Don't drink the wine, either.
I know mother's temper is stubborn, but did not expect her to be so obstinate to listen to advice, the tone cannot help but more aggravated:\" mother, really cannot drink, I have said that you do not drink, first stop, father has been like this, in case you have something to do!\"
\"No drink, no drink, I go, you take care of your father, you can stay here! Mother poured the wine into the garbage can, her chopsticks shaking slightly, bowed her head and began to eat.
I rushed to take my mother to the endocrinology department before work in the hospital, her face flushed and her face smeared:\" I've had a few years of menopause, and sometimes it's hot, and the kind of heat you can't imagine, like a fire, gets irritable, all these years.\"
The doctor listened to the mother's description and diagnosed it as a climacteric syndrome:\" Menopause women have a significant physical and psychological impact with reduced sex hormone secretion and a decline in ovarian function. Hot flashes, sweating, elevated blood pressure and irritability are typical symptoms that can seriously affect everyday life and require medication.
Mother listened, eyes lit up, nodded:\" I say it is a menopausal relationship, they do not believe that I drink, say that I am afraid of the heat, I know there is a reason.\"
The doctor prescribed two conventional medicines, and when she got them, her mother was visibly relieved -- a problem that bothered her for so long that she didn't expect two bottles of medicine to be effective.
Mother used to say that father's physique is poor, cold headache, stomachache small problems, she on the ice hot want to eat, cold fever need not take medicine for two days. In the shop is more people praise her good skin, white, delicate, unlike people in their 50s. In addition to long-term hair loss, long-term cooking caused arms cannot lift to the top of the head, waist muscle strain attack occasionally straight waist, mother has always been the wind and fire straightforward, stay up late, tired, nothing can beat her.
But now, I realize that mother is old, she is really old. I told her to go home to rest for two days, there are nurses here, my husband will also come when not at work, but she still did not agree, waved her hand said, anyway go home also cannot sleep, do not feel at ease. I said a few more words, and she said,\" That's it, for a while.\"
Cousin on WeChat to find me, said that the other day she went to see grandma, grandma asked her to call me back, want to ask my father's illness. I thought of the wording -- nothing more than to reassure her that my father's illness was not in the way, that he needed recuperation and that he would not be able to return for a while.
I carried the baby into the door, grandma was half-squinted, see the baby is really very excited, on crutches to stand up:\" so big, a few months?\"
I see grandma's legs and feet do not live, but also try to reach out to hug a baby, the bottom of my heart a little sour, simply embrace the baby past, just put on her leg, baby wow crying, I had to pick up and turn coax.
I thought she was trying to get closer to the baby, so I walked over to her side. I didn't expect my grandmother to ask me,\" Are you rich enough now? How much did your dad spend on a doctor?
Grandma came closer to me, and the volume was even lower:\" I tell you, grandma has twenty thousand dollars left, no one knows. Your uncle and aunt don't know, only your father knows, it's your father's help to deposit in the bank, your shop has not opened, your father will not be able to do things to eat the old book, this 20,000 yuan for your father.
\"It's going to be a while, a little bit better, and the doctor in the hospital will stay for a while. I looked at grandma's expectant eyes and smiled easily at her baby.
Granny is happy, holding a cane chatter open:\" come back to call your father chicken and duck ah do not raise, your father will not be able to make money to eat the old book, I keep money for him, I and your grandfather usually buy a dish, cannot spend money ah If you're all right, don't go to the hospital all the time. That's enough for your mother.
The sun was setting, and the long glow came down, and the lentils in front of the old house had a thick and solid whole wall, green leaves, purple pink flowers, and clusters of deep purple beans hanging on the vines. The baby looked up for a long time.
I put my baby in the cart and waved to my grandparents. I looked back a few steps. Grandma was sitting on a chair at the door of the old house with a crutch. Grandpa was standing by and the black cat passed by their feet.
Since taking menopausal medicine, my mother said to me on the phone, do not know what is going on, all day long want to sleep, the whole body powerless. I looked up and found that the side effects of the drug were dry mouth, dizziness, lethargy, sore muscles and joints. It seems that the medicine has to stop first.
I told my mother that my grandparents had left money for my father, and after a long silence on the phone, a sigh came out:\" They still remember your father. Why don't they think of it until your dad is like this?'
'What can they know, something they'll never know in their lives.' The mother paused for a moment, and said,\" Go to the old house and drink, and don't tell your grandparents, or you'll have to talk again.\"
The day before I went to the hospital, I went to the old house with a watermelon, a few apples, a few fish and a small box of biscuits. These, grandparents love to eat.
I pushed the baby all the way began to call, grandma hastily responded, standing on crutches to the threshold. Before she could sit down and say a word, grandma called her grandfather to get something in the cupboard. Grandpa turned to retrieve a cloth bag, inside is a bag of ginseng slices, there is a jar of ice sugar:\" this ah, is Dongyang ginseng, last year grandma 90 years old other people sent, is good things, you take to give your father to drink, bitter words add some ice sugar, your father sweet like, can give him more.\"
Dongyang ginseng should be placed in a ceramic cup with a lid on it. After steaming early in the morning, I took the car to the hospital in my arms. Ginseng soup can be used as water syringe into the stomach tube, ginseng tablets and food with a wall breaker to feed, so eat in, should be able to replenish some vitality.
At the beginning of the week, mother ordered meals in the hospital,25 yuan a day,3 meals. Most of the box meal is a large pot of fried vegetables, occasionally a meat dish, the mother picked out the meat, washed with boiling water left to his father \"eat \". She bought herself some dried beans and peanuts at the farm, and poured soy sauce into it, enough to make a drink.
I brought two fresh meat dishes, my mother pinched the meat on her stomach, resentfully said:\" eat every day sitting, so much fat, see no one, cannot eat more.\"
I pressed my father's feet with a pillow, and returned to her:\" you have some food to eat, fat what, this ginseng you also drink, you drink more, after I go to buy.\"
Mother lifted her hand over the bent and warped hair, and the swelling eyelids of her head fell loosely because of insufficient sleep:``The hair is getting worse and worse, and a big brush is combed once more time, and it won't be able to go down, and you really can't wake up again. ''
I sat next to her and whispered,\" mom, tell you something, my friend told me two days ago that we had a tutoring class to teach composition, so I could try it.\"
The mother smiled and bent her eyes, holding her chopsticks in her hand. Good to teach composition! You should have been teaching, teaching others dare not say, you should be able to ah, your composition when you were a child or your father taught it!
\"Just have to go to the class to study, not paid, class is mainly on the weekend, usually have to go to the training, so that the hospital will be less time.
After a few meals, mother bent down and bent down in his father's ear and said:``Ah Hui is going to teach composition, and then you can teach her own students. You're not happy? Wake up early, and look at the composition. ``.
My father's eyes were open and his eyes weren't as inflamed and swollen as before, still looking straight in one direction, his right hand sliding on his side from time to time. I held his hand and whispered to him,\" Dad, I'm sorry, I'm so big and there's nothing to make you proud, you can rest assured, in the future I will work hard and make money, you don't have to work so hard, our family together, eat together every day, watch TV together, do a lot of things together, okay, Dad?\"
I don't know if it's an illusion or too much hope in my heart, I seem to see my father's eyes move and turn to me. He was more manual, slapping my hand like he was trying to say something to me.
I grabbed his hand. There are more than 150 days and nights cannot hear my father's voice, I ask my mother every day, father is awake or asleep. People's ability to adapt is really terrible, originally cannot imagine the reality, even survived. I am, mother even more.
May God give his father more chances, I want to push him out in the sun in the clear weather, watch the wet air in the morning be gradually dispersed by the morning sun, feel the evening gentle wind blowing on his face.
The quilt on the balcony was soft, the baby who had just learned to walk was giggling, the tricycle squeaked past the downstairs, the neighbor who met elongated his voice to say hello to you, and the rolling door in the distance was rustled. Students in school uniforms were walking along the road in twos and threes, twittering jokes. The alley in front of the building quieted down and the big cat walked through the bush with the kitten. The smell of the barbecue on the street filled with white foam pouring out of the covered ice beer.
Home lights are yellow, light on the sofa, with the texture of light and light. The potted plants on the cabinet sucked water, and the scattered blades cast a silhouette. Father's world is so small, I still want to accompany him to see more.