You are welcome to follow our platform, every click and comment you make is the driving force for us to keep moving forward. I am Zhang Fugui, an old man who has entered his old age, 72 years old this year, enjoying the peace and comfort of retirement. I have been with my partner Wang Yunfang for more than 50 years, and the relationship is still the same. Since our only child worked in other places, my wife and I have started our separate lives, she takes care of our old house in the small county town of my hometown, while I choose to live with my grandson, who is studying in the city.
Life in the city is pleasant, with my grandson going to and from school during the day, and sitting in the living room at night watching the news and chatting. What makes me happiest is playing chess with my grandson and listening to him talk about the school. Every weekend, we also go out for a walk together and enjoy that rare leisure time. However, my wife's life in her hometown seems to be much more difficult, she takes care of the housework alone, and I send her some money every month, hoping that she can live better. Even though she always comforted me and said that she was doing well at home, I knew that she was actually lonely and missed us.
One day, I received a call from my son saying that my wife was feeling unwell. When I heard the news, I suddenly felt a wave of worry in my heart. I immediately called my wife and asked about her physical condition. She told me lightly that it was just a little dizzy and that it wasn't a big deal. But I know she's not in the same physical condition as she used to be. After some consideration, I decided to take my grandson back to my hometown to visit my wife while he was on vacation.
We packed our bags and headed home. The grandson was reluctant at first, but when he heard that he could leave school for a while, he readily agreed. Along the way, I looked out the window at the scenery flying by, full of anticipation and excitement. Finally, we arrived at the county seat where our hometown was located. The familiar streets, the houses, and the unique local atmosphere all made me feel very familiar.
I took my grandson through the alleys to our old house. Although the dilapidated little door is simple, it carries the memories of our family for decades. I think back to when I was younger, my wife and I first moved into this cottage, when we had nothing but a vision of a better life. Today, we have spent countless spring and autumn here, leaving countless precious memories.
In order to surprise my wife, I asked my grandson to wait at the intersection first, while I cautiously approached the old house. When I walked to the door, I seemed to hear a faint movement coming from inside. I held my breath and gently pushed the door open, only to see my wife sitting at the table, looking a little rickety. She had a surprised smile on her face when she saw me come in. I walked up to her and held her hand tightly, my heart full of emotion and relief.
"Wife, I'm back!" I said aloud. She looked at me, her eyes glistening with tears, and she smiled and nodded. We sat together, chatted about family life, and reminisced about the past. At that moment, I felt extremely happy and satisfied, because I knew that no matter where we are, the companionship and love of our family will always be the most precious treasure.