Yesterday my father was discharged from the hospital.
In the treatment of acute cholecystitis, we have won a big battle.
It proves that the doctors and nurses in the central hospital are particularly capable of tackling key problems, dedication, hardship, and fighting.
Practice has proved that they are a revolutionary contingent with a tenacious style and a superb level.
The first lunch and dinner I had after I was discharged from the hospital were noodles, eggs at noon, and pork at night.
After cholecystectomy, there should be less oil and avoid meat, and in the hurry of preparation, lunch and dinner are directly noodles.
Because of some dietary taboos, I didn't prepare other dishes, and the two meals seemed a bit shabby, not like our family's big business and wealth three meals a day.
Yesterday at ten o'clock, I got a haircut at the Oriental Barber Shop on Huiyang Road in Laosan Village.
I specially found a picture and wanted to draw a cat and a tiger, but the boss, who has nearly 30 years of experience in barbering, was stunned to make my head round, which made me have the embarrassment of "big head, thick neck, young and ignorant".
The son looked at the huge difference between the picture and the real person, and said with a smile that this kind of roadside shop is impossible to cut the kind of eye-popping hairstyle, at most it is the level of cutting short for children, retired old men and rickety old women.
My son made such a positive and deprecating evaluation of this barber shop that I have designated since I stepped into society, and I am not very comfortable in my heart.
It means that my vision is not good.
The female boss has been making a fortune there for decades, and she must have accumulated a lot of wealth.
Her craft is sure to rise, too.
I don't really care about hairstyles, it's the barber's honor and disgrace to cut out any style, I'm just going to go through the rivers and lakes.
They're not afraid to laugh, I'm afraid of anything.
Actually, it's not that bad, it's just that it doesn't quite match the picture I wanted.
I have had a haircut N years ago, and I have given it a myriad of haircuts, and the glow of my combination of youth and handsomeness spreads to the fullest, and I walk not only with the wind but also dripping with grace everywhere I go.
It's just a rehash of the old things.
I slept for a long time yesterday afternoon, and it meant that I was sleeping.
After being in the hospital for five or six days in a row, I was a little overwhelmed.
When I woke up near dusk, I felt that I slept very sweetly and beautifully, but my face was a little tired, like someone chasing me in a dream.
My initial plan was to finish dinner at my father's and then follow Linyi Road from Gaoxin back to Xincheng.
For the comfort of walking, I even changed my shoes to be for walking.
As a result, I sent an invitation to a big coffee, but people ignored me, and I knew that I was a little amorous and ruthlessly annoyed.
In addition, there was a small matter that I was entrusted with, so I temporarily canceled the plan to go into the walking mode immediately after dinner, and instead went to the sports park to stroll, trying to discover the strange and stupid hidden in the peace.
As a result, I haven't found the guy who sold vegetables and fruits in the past, and the coffee who "ignores me and has a night club" appeared.
To be exact, he moved.
He said that he was near Zaozhuang Road, and he seemed to be arguing with people on the phone endlessly, and there was a faint voice of a big coffee filled with righteous indignation, which seemed to be "Open a room with me, and you still don't take the money?"
He seemed to be harshly questioning some great woman who was sentimental and gentle.
A big man dares to let a girl take out the money for the house, which is a great confidence.
Such a domineering coffee can appear in my mobile phone address book and WeChat circle of friends, and I feel infinitely honored.
It's another life practice of a bloody plot where chastity is shattered.
In the past few days, such things have happened continuously, one is more filthy than the other, and I can't digest it directly, and I'm a little frightened.
I don't feel like I'm going to know anything to soothe the agitated mood.
A heart has not fallen, and people have lived in a daze when they reach middle age, flying into the fog, and this colorful world is becoming more and more unclear.