"I'm 86 this year, and after the year, I'm 87. The ears are old and deaf, the eyes are no longer in sight, [dialects: you] who say anything, the voice is too small to hear. I had a fight with that little baby, he was not useful, more than 50, could not cook, I was also making him a meal. I'm alive, he has something to eat, I'm dead, I'm dead, what about him..."
Before the Spring Festival, in Chaoyang Village, Luanchuan County, an 86-year-old grandmother spoke to the author about his frustration.
When he was young, a few dolls pulled the oil and played with it, and the big mile was loose, and he fell to the ground, and his waist was broken, from then on, he wouldn't go, and when he went out, he had to move a pier, and his legs couldn't make it strong..."
Speaking of the disabled son, the grandmother is a little sad. "I live, I cook for him, you see him like that, he can't support himself." His brother has a family, the burden is also heavy, just to manage my medicine, medical treatment will cost me a lot of money, this [dialect: creeper] brother, I am afraid I can not manage it. ”
"I can still move, and I don't want to bother that baby." Ladies and gentlemen, just eat something. Sprinkling a few spoonfuls of sugar with a spoon, the grandmother suddenly remembered and said, "Just covered with bean paste, dig up some to taste, right?" ”
The old man cooked a little too much red bean soup, put the sugar, take a shovel and take a few sips, some red beans are not completely cooked. The grandmother said, "When you're old, you won't be able to do anything." My daughter-in-law said to use [ra, dialect: people] that rice cooker to cover me with bean paste, I think idle is nothing, do it myself, cook it early in the morning to [dialect: now], there is that [dialect: bad beans or repeated beans] will not rot, dry cooking will not rot. After a while, I laid down another piece of coal and boiled it again. ”
At that time, there was a spring couplet master who was walking from village to village, writing couplets in the courtyard, the grandmother shouted to her son to come out and look at the couplets, the uncle moved the stool, came out of the house, sat on the old sofa at the door, and greeted us: "Come, there are piers in the house, I can't go down the steps, you come in and move the piers yourself." ”
"I'm inside the house all day long, and I don't have a place to go. The weather is warm, go down and turn around, wear miles thick in winter, go down the steps is not good, do not go down. The uncle said.
"Mom, where do you get it, do you want to move the two piers, why do you call it?" After shouting three times in a row, the grandmother understood, walked out with a plastic bottle of white sugar, looked at the master who wrote the couplet for her for free, looked at us again, put the sugar bottle on the ground, and found a stool.
"Come, sit here and bask in the sun, it's a strange day, it's warm." People say that dry winter wet years, all to these two days, has not snowed, the New Year does not know whether it will snow, if the New Year Tengxia next snow, it can be [dialect: not beautiful] ah! I look at the forecast weather, and I don't know if it will snow? ”
"Mother, rest assured, this year's New Year will not be cold, Wood Snow." The master who wrote the couplet said.
"Wood snow is good, wood snow is old and beautiful. When I am older, I am afraid of snow and I am afraid of falling. ”
Taking out the only two stools, the old man returned to the kitchen and slowly picked up the red beans with a shovel.
"I'm alive, he still has food to eat, if I die, why would he?" As soon as my eyes are closed, I can't control him, what about him..."
"My mother is always blind, then no one will take care of the meal?" Just eat a meal, my sister-in-law said to eat together in the new year, she is old, she has to get it herself. I'm a bare man, I said go to the nursing home, she doesn't call. Wooden method, the two of them are to be a companion, I left first, my brother managed, she is not guilty, she left first, I will go to the nursing home..." Hearing the old mother's mournful words, the uncle on the sofa said so.
Although unfortunate families have their own misfortunes, this pair of mother and son is sacrificing themselves for each other. Maybe that's motherly love!