in the downstairs, Zhang Wei and his wife, not far from Mu Yuqing, are waiting for his son in front of the building. They come back to his home in Zibo on the same day to see Zhang Wei's father in the nursing home. Zhang Weineng was very happy to see his son and father at the same time. If it weren't for the Mid Autumn Festival, it would be difficult for the three generations to get together.
Mu Yuqing came back after buying the dish. Lao sun was still nagging the young people not coming back to see their parents, but the smell of fish and shrimp came out of the room. When she went upstairs, she met two or three middle-aged people, followed by the young child, carrying gifts and oil, and went upstairs sideways. "Our sisters are all back, and we are going to celebrate the Mid Autumn Festival together with the old people. The old people are all more than 80, and there are few such opportunities at ordinary times. Ms. Zhang, more than 40 years old, said across the screen window on the four floor. It was full of adult voices and the cries of children, conveying the entire corridor.
later, Mu Yuqing heard the crash of pots and pans in the next room. At this time, an old man living on the five floor came up. He carried a plastic bag full of porridge and steamed stuffed buns, resting on the wall. " Don't ask me about the festival. Go and find someone else. " It's just a mid autumn festival, even if it's going upstairs or downstairs, the atmosphere is different.
two arms are so thin that one hand can hold
Mu Yuqing's home is not so lively, and she is chatting with the little daughter, Yang Fang, with the dumplings. "When did I come back last time?" "Last week? The previous week? I can't remember. "
Mu Yuqing struggled to roll his skin. His arms were so thin that he could hold them with one hand. "You are thin again." Yang Fang looked at her mother and said. "No! Recently, I couldn't sleep well, dizziness, high blood pressure, and bad heart. How are you doing? Do you still have a low fever? Speaking of his illness, Mu Yuqing quickly stopped his mouth.
Yang Fang said that the elderly often tell their children what's wrong with them. "In fact, she just wanted us to come back more. Can be finished and regret, afraid to give us a burden. Yang Fang took the moon cake and kiwi fruit on the table, and Mu Yuqing complained about her spending money. "I'm happy when the man comes back."
Mu Yuqing did not work, and lived on a monthly pension of 460 yuan. So she was very concerned about money, and wished to run several markets in order to save 10 Fen. Recently, it was cold and her high blood pressure was committed again. Yang Fang, in order to take care of the car accident husband, first lost the original job, a few days ago to find a new unit was rejected, the family depends only on the husband's salary of 3000 yuan a month.
for this family, this Mid Autumn Festival is particularly entangled. But they talked deliberately to avoid these unpleasantness and happily talked about things around them. "It's hard to see a mother who doesn't want to talk about it, which makes everyone feel uncomfortable."
the old father waved until he could not see the car
eating dumplings, and Mu Yuqing pushed a plate of dumplings to Yang Fang, completely ignoring Yang Fang's ceaselessly saying "full and full." Yang Fang said with a smile that every time she went back to her mother's house, she had to eat and support. She knew that the old man was happy and could only express in this way.
just a few days ago, Mu Yuqing suddenly had a heart attack in the evening. She had a hard time taking the medicine and got better on the second day. Since then, Yang Fang has called the elderly every day. "It's really impossible for the elderly to empty their nesters. I don't think anyone wants to leave the old man alone."
before leaving, Yang Fang installed batteries for her mother's security door. She said her mother's ears were getting more and more back, and her speech was becoming more and more nagging. She worries that long-term empty nests can have bad effects. Mu Yuqing sent Yang Fang down the stairs, and the old man on the first floor just opened the door. He hurried to greet him, "it's good to celebrate the festival, son." Come back, be sure to come back. " Then he closed the door in a hurry.
Mu Yuqing sent away her daughter and stood downstairs for a while. At this moment, Zhang Wei, who is far away in Zibo, is also somewhat puzzled. He wanted the old father living in a nursing home to live in Ji'nan for a while, but he was turned down. "I am very good here. I want to adjust to another two or three days. I don't want to cause trouble to others."
Zhang Wei's partner is also talking and saying that she is not good enough to take care of the old man for a long time, although she is heartache, but there is no better way for her to live in a nursing home. The noise of the afternoon gradually resumed calm, and Zhang Wei drove away. At the corner, he saw his father still at the door of the nursing home and waved to him until he could not see it.
a festival to think of children, can only turn over the photo
"to see the children just give me the photos!" Yang Fang raised his cell phone and looked at her mother. As soon as Mu Yuqing laughed, she turned around and turned the drawer and took out a few old photos. She said, "you see, this is a little kid, how fun it is." And the pictures of you when you get married, like me. " Mu Yuqing said that these days are approaching festivals, and you like to look at old photos at home alone. "Old, as soon as the Festival goes to the child." Mu Yuqing said to himself, and did not see Yang Fang wiping his eyes.
text / film reporter Qilu Evening News reporter Chen Wei