Happy to go to the New Year, the result is depressed.
Today, on the second day of the Chinese New Year, I went to my cousin's house to pay respects to the New Year, and a large hanging jar on the stove was simmering with pig's trotters, lotus roots and the fragrance of bacon in the air.
The eldest son and daughter-in-law of the cousin's family did not return, and the younger son and sister-in-law's mother-in-law were there, a total of four people, which seemed to be much more deserted than in previous years, and sure enough, the number of people could not be less.
The sister-in-law's mother usually lives alone, the son works outside the home for many years and does not go home, and every New Year's eve, the sister-in-law receives her own home. The old man, 76 years old, has recently been in poor health, the old cough, is eating a meal with a sharp cough, she hurriedly pushed open the window, standing there coughing while spitting out of the window.
The sister-in-law looked at her obviously a little angry, and said three times in a row, you go to your room and cough! Spit into the trash can. The old man glanced at his sister-in-law fiercely and lifted his feet to go out.
The cousin hurriedly ordered the younger son to take the electric stove over, complaining that the sister-in-law should not, originally cough you put her bedroom so cold is not more serious? Sister-in-law said that I have a number of ha, she coughed is a burst, cough after this burst of good come in, she spit in the window, phlegm all spit out of the window on the wall, stained to wash can not be washed off.
I suddenly lost my appetite, and my mind was full of thick and thick phlegm on the wall, and the scene of cowhide candy firmly sticking to the wall, and only turning over with water and using a broom brush.
It was a cold winter, and as night fell, my husband brought back an old man, dressed in rags and trembling. His husband said that he was standing alone next to the bud pole of the back eaves and planning to spend the night there, before calling him into the house to rest.
I made a meal for the old man, arranged to sleep, in the winter we all got up late, and when I got up to see that the old man had left at some point, the only thing left was a lump of phlegm on the wall. Presumably the old man came to a strange place, did not clarify the direction, coughed and turned his head to spit outward, the result was all caught by the wall, it seems that the uncle has been coughing all night and rarely sleeps.
We removed the bed and scraped the washbasin for half a day before we cleaned the wall.
As people get older, their health deteriorates, coughing becomes the norm, children are impatient, and old people suffer.
How to live more dignified is not something that can be solved in a few words, because no matter how powerful people are, they cannot predict what will await them in the future? After all, the road ahead is dark.
