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"Eat so oily."

"good to eat."

"Yeah." Grandpa seemed to be a little more energetic, and talked more, his expression was like Brother Octopus playing the recorder.

Early the next morning, at 4:30 in the morning, to be precise, Lu Zhengkang was awakened by urine. After he was finished, his sleepiness subsided, so he opened the curtains to see the sky. It was dark outside, and some cold mist was nearby. On the surface, there were two orange car lights directly on the door in the drying yard. Lu Zhengkang went to the bedside to find a mobile phone. It was 4:36 in the morning.

Is grandpa leaving now?

After the door was closed confidently, Lu Zhengkang touched his stomach and walked to the kitchen. The chair was placed by the table, and he jumped onto the backrest. This height overlooks the dining table. A bowl of fried rice is placed on the heat-preserving tray. In addition, there is a small bowl for easy access. It seems that grandpa made breakfast according to the pig’s food intake.

Lu Zhengkang glanced at the kitchen stove still warm, and there were so many pots on the stove, not just making a fried rice.

So Grandpa prepared food to share?

Yes, he also has friends. Now the farming area is vast and sparsely populated, but the transportation is very convenient. It is not troublesome to walk in between neighbors who are hundreds of miles away. Grandpa, this is sending delicious food to share. This is the countryside. One of the beauty of the times.

However, since he is not here today, can I look for headphones?

awesome!

...

It is January 27, 2082, the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, 8:11 in the morning, with an outdoor temperature of minus 10 degrees and a humidity of 98%.

Lu Xuefeng got off the bus. The passengers in the same car were basically old people, few young people, and no middle-aged people. There was one child, who came from a family of three. The couple took the little girl. His hands are indescribable happiness, but they are also reminiscent of the scene of killing pigs. The little girl's hands are pulled high, as if being dragged.

Standing sideways, Lu Xuefeng looked at this scene and laughed unconsciously. Today, he wore a straight Chinese tunic suit. This is a tradition left by his grandfather. He wears a tunic suit instead of a suit for a formality.

Holding the food box, he raised his head and looked at the building's gate. The electronic doorplate had orange Song typeface, Ping An Nursing Home.

He came to see his old friends.

First go to the registration office to make an appointment for the visitor. He is led in by a young girl. Lu Xuefeng has not seen her. This is not important. There are often college students here to practice, and the staff mobility is quite strong.

They walked through the Four Seasons Garden, which was covered by a glass wall, where the constant temperature and humidity and the rich fragrance of flowers made him feel itchy in his nose.To be honest, he doesn't like the scent, just as he doesn't like the overall decoration style here, especially the mosaic tiles around the door wall, which are very low and young, with strange colors.

But he can't really complain about this, he can only try to adapt.

In front of the low dormitory building for the elderly, Lu Xuefeng saw his four old friends. Three of them were standing and one sitting, as if basking in the sun. But when they saw Lu Xuefeng, they all waved. .

The old man in the wheelchair tremblingly complained, "This year, uh... this year, this year, it's... late!"

Lu Xuefeng strode forward, gently hugged the old friends in the wheelchair, and greeted them again, "Man Jing, A Zhun, Lao Kang, Fu Zi, all okay, okay?"

One is a mother-in-law, three grandfathers, and Lu Xuefeng, they have friendship in the 1920s, and now sixty years have passed. They are considered to be a great son. In ancient times, this time can survive a dozen old men. .

A Zhun is leaning on the wheelchair. He looks at the healthiest one, very stable.Speaking slowly, "Come on, just fine, we are not in a hurry."

Man Jing is a slumped old lady, her back twisted into a nearly right angle, her head is always lowered, Lu Xuefeng squatted down and hugged her, she slowly said in his ear, "Eat, delicious, porridge."

Lu Xuefeng replied gently, "Okay, porridge."

The paramedics brought the old guys to the canteen. Lu Xuefeng pushed the wheelchair with a tenacious posture. He opened the food box on the plastic round table. There were three layers of twelve dishes and a cup of thin rice porridge.

"Where's Hantou?" Lu Xuefeng looked around. Every time he came to share food with his old friends, the dementia patient named Hantou would always come to beg for food. He was not hungry, just greedy.

"Hospital." Lao Kang muttered, his voice was metallic, hoarsely hard.

"Oh."

Lu Xuefeng raised his head slightly and slapped it.

"When, yes, what... let's go?" Fuzai in the wheelchair was slurred, drinking porridge, and now it all came out of the crooked corners of her mouth. The young caregiver girl aside hesitated, because Fuzai had strands on her body. Ordinary people would not be willing to approach the musty smell, but middle-aged women comrades brought wet wipes for Fu Tsai to wipe them.

Lu Xuefeng wanted to help, but he couldn't lift his hand for some reason.

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

It’s good everywhere, including food saving placards on every table.

The only bad thing is that the space is empty.

...

Zheng Qilu and Lu Zhengkang dine in the living room without turning on the lights, so that the exquisite dishes are all grayed out.

"Go and turn on the light." The oil head monster ordered.

"You go."

"Children must be obedient."

"The adults must let the children."

"Then don't open it."

"If you don't open it, you won't open it."

Be silent for a while.

Lu Zhengkang asked, "Where did Grandpa go?"

"The nursing home, you have to visit him there in a few years."

"Where is the nursing home?"

"South."

"How is there?"

"Of course, I don't have to worry about food and clothes, and there are shows every night, otherwise it's called retirement."

Lu Zhengkang was a little uneasy.

After grandpa, do I really have to go to a nursing home?

...

A familiar nurse said hello to Lu Xuefeng, "Is you coming to see your band again?"

Lu Xuefeng smiled cautiously, and reduced that cold expression, "Yes."

"Your old man is not too young. You should be ready to retire. It's good to be able to go to the city. If you can't, it's the same to come to us." The nurse recommended his work unit with pride, just like a young man. It was dazzlingly bright like a desk lamp.

"Okay, OK. But..."

"I have something, bed 602 in Area C, let's go back and talk, bye." The pager on the waist of the nurse shook, she straightened her back and left, she wore a pair of flat shoes and walked out of the runway.People almost forget that she is actually a robot.