Man, man, a lifetime has passed like this. Unfortunately, I didn't cherish it at that time. Abba (XV)

　　Abba (XV)

In the past thirteen years, Abba has returned to Ningbo once or twice a year to live, sometimes for the New Year, and sometimes with his granddaughter during the summer vacation.

When I really returned to Ningbo, I was already a 75-year-old man.

But still so diligent, always rushing to do things. For example: buy vegetables and cook vegetables and wrap rice dumplings; dismantle and wash electric fans; make hanger pants racks; take newspapers, organize newspapers; clean up the terrace; calculate the time for my grandson to go to school and we get up for breakfast, and when we wash up, he has already cooked breakfast and put it on the table. Not only at work, but on weekends and holidays, when I don't know when I get up, he will make time to cook soup balls and swallow eggs for me; even, secretly wipe the windows without us; or, if it is okay, just look at the window sill and look at the figure of my grandson coming home from school...

Gradually, Abba got older, couldn't settle the account of buying vegetables, and went out alone only to take newspapers and walk and exercise; the cooked dishes were not delicious, and Mu Ma took over. First he retired to the second line to give Mu Mama a hand washing and cutting vegetables, and then Mu Ma was all inclusive, and Abba sat at the table and watched, and Mu Ma said that he was a "supervisor and supervisor". At that time, in the process of retreating to the second line, Abba also had many reluctances, many years of habits, the kitchen was his battlefield, the place of use, but the hero was late, he also had to accept the reality. But all along he took care of himself in life, washing his own clothes, doing his own things, loving to be clean, and loving to be beautiful and take pictures as much as he did when he was young.

After he fell ill the year before, he asked him one day, do you like to cook vegetables? The answer was thought to be without suspense, but I didn't expect him to answer very simply: I don't like it! I was surprised: Why? He replied to me: Oh, no way!

Everyone has been young and has beautiful dreams, and I think Abba is too. However, in the face of the burden of life and the responsibility of the family, Abba chose to silently bear, pay and persist. For the sake of home, for us, day after day, year after year.