Chapter 64 Take Doudou home for dinner...
Anxi Village, which was supposed to be a quiet place in the early morning, was also very lively at this time.
Offers were placed on the ground at the door of every house, fires were burning, paper money and gold ingots were thrown in, and the flames shot higher.
The villagers of Anxi Village also followed the masses to worship Shi Gu together in the early morning of the Ghost Festival.
On such a night, at the entrance of the village, a man sat quietly there, the moonlight reflecting his old wrinkled face, gray hair, and stooped back...
At this time, several villagers happened to pass by and saw the old man sitting there, and they were not surprised.
A man came forward and asked familiarly: "Uncle Qingshan, what are you doing sitting here?"
At this time, the old man seemed to react and murmured, "Wait for Doudou Go home.”
The man was not surprised by the old man’s answer.
"Uncle Qingshan, it's late at night and it's cold at night. Why don't you go home? What if you catch a cold? You go home first and come back tomorrow."
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But no matter how the man tried to persuade him, the old man was unwilling to leave, and still stubbornly murmured: He wanted to wait for Doudou to come home.
The man sighed and stopped trying to persuade him.
He wanted to tell the old man that you can't wait until Doudou comes back, but he felt that it was too cruel to say so.
"Okay, I'm going home first, and I'll see you later."
The man left with the others, but the old man was still in his eyes, looking quietly in the direction outside the village... …
And their voices drifted into the wind.
"Hey, why is that old man sitting there waiting for someone? And I think there is something wrong with him?"
"That's Uncle Qingshan, he also has a hard life... ”
My son and daughter-in-law died unexpectedly more than 20 years ago, leaving behind an infant grandson.
He single-handedly raised his grandson.
However, five years ago, the grandson who depended on each other was drowned in the flash flood when he returned to save his grandfather at home.
The old man cried bitterly while holding the body of Doudou, who was only seventeen years old, and murmured: The person who died was not him, and it shouldn’t have been Doudou who was only seventeen years old.
After that, the old man suffered from Alzheimer's disease. What he often did was to sit at the entrance of the village, waiting for Doudou to come home just like he used to wait for Doudou to finish school...
One day again Day after day, year after year.
It has been five years now.
"But today is the Ghost Festival. If Doudou can come back, let's come and see Uncle Qingshan."
Then a sigh floated in the wind.
What they don’t know is that Doudou is really back.
They just passed by Doudou.
The young man stood there, looking at the familiar figure of Shitou not far away, his face already covered with tears.
After they left, the young man walked over and then slowly squatted down in front of the old man.
Call softly, "Grandpa~"
The eyes of the old man who had been motionless moved, as if he sensed something.
"Grandpa, Doudou is back~" was the young man's choked voice.
The old man looked up and finally saw clearly the young man squatting in front of him.
Almost as soon as he saw the young man's face clearly, muddy tears fell from his eyes. He reached out his hand and stroked the young man's head and face.
With joy and a little grievance, he said, "Doudou is back?"
"Why did you come back? Grandpa has been waiting for you for a long, long time..." Specifically how long he waited, The old man couldn't explain clearly. "Grandpa, I'm sorry..."
Before the young man finished speaking, the old man shook his head again and stopped what he was saying. How could he be willing to blame his grandson.
"Doudou, you are back from school. You must be hungry."
"Let's go, grandpa has prepared the food. Let's go home for dinner."
"Okay, grandpa, let's go Go home and eat. "
The young man helped the old man to get up. At this time, the old man seemed to remember something, took something out of his arms, and handed it to the young man like a treasure.
Under the moonlight, the colorful candy in the old man's withered palm was reflected.
"I'll give you this candy, but there's only one. Don't eat more, otherwise your teeth will get worms."
Doudou was stunned for a moment, and then he took the candy that Grandpa had treasured for who knows how long, and it almost melted. He took the candy stuck to the candy wrapper, slowly opened it, and put it in his mouth.
"How about it, sweet?" the old man asked with a smile.
The young man had candy in his mouth, his eyes were red, his voice was choked, but the corners of his mouth raised: "Sweet!"
The young man supported the old man and walked step by step toward his home in the village. , the old man smiled and told his grandson that he had made his favorite meal.
"Hey, why is Uncle Qingshan back?" The man who originally planned to go back and bring the old man back suddenly saw the old man walking back. This was the first time in five years that Uncle Qingshan had come back by himself.
"Uncle Qingshan, why are you back?" the man shouted loudly.
Hearing the call, the old man responded happily: "Take Doudou home for dinner..."
The man was stunned. Qingshan was confused again.
But the next second, when he looked at the old man again, he was suddenly stunned. The old man walked as if someone was supporting him.
Beside him, a fire was burning and confetti was flying. In a trance, he seemed to see the figure of a young man next to the old man, but it disappeared in an instant.
His eyes were slightly sour, the corners of his mouth raised, and he murmured, "It turns out I really brought Doudou home for dinner."
Waiting for five years, thousands of days and nights Night, the wait is finally here, so good, so good!
Xu Qingling and Shasha looked at the backs of the old man and Doudou from a distance, and their hearts were inexplicably touched. They turned around and went to the next place without disturbing them.
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Xu Qingling looked up and saw a little baby lying quietly on the tree outside the small bungalow not far away.
The baby was very obedient, looking quietly through the window into the small bungalow.
Xu Qingling was curious and looked in.
In the small bungalow, Xu Qian was eating the dishes carefully prepared by her husband, and the two were talking and laughing.
After dinner, Xu Qian wanted to wash the dishes, but her husband Fang Liang pushed her to watch TV, saying that he would just wash the dishes.
Xu Qian smiled helplessly and could only sit on the sofa and watch TV.
It’s just that the plot on TV didn’t attract her.
While walking, Xu Qian somehow reached the storage room on the second floor and opened a suitcase that she had brought when she was married.
When Xu Qian took out the things from the suitcase, Xu Qingling could clearly feel the baby's body froze for a moment, and then his eyes were filled with tears, and he seemed a little sad.
The baby couldn't speak, but Xu Qingling felt its emotions and thoughts.
[Mom, are you going to have a new baby? Either way, or...]
For a moment, Xu Qingling seemed to understand the relationship between the little baby and Xu Qian.
The little baby who had been lying still turned around slowly and gave Xu Qian one last look, full of reluctance, but still planned to leave.
Mom is happy and has a new baby, that’s fine.
He won’t bother you.
(End of this chapter)