Friends, say that he accidentally broke his foot, it coincided with my father's anniversary, and he needed me to accompany him. It is incumbent upon me to do this, although I want to help, but I can't be empty-handed, I can't buy anything after thinking about it, so the florist selects a handful of flowers and chats about my heart.
On the way there, the friend kept talking, his thinking was confused, and maybe he didn't know what he was talking about. I understand his panic, after the death of a loved one, every time you meet and meet is a disaster, you have to tear apart the lies that deceive you and face death coldly.
My friend's father was not very old when he died, he was in his sixties, and he fell in love with me. I remember the first time I went to his house, the old man knew that I smoked, so he specially bought a Dazhongjiu hospitality of nearly 100 yuan, but he smoked three pieces of five stone forests. Afraid that I would be cramped, the old man explained that he had been smoking cigarettes for many years, and the taste was difficult to change.
In the years that followed, I had few opportunities to meet my friend's father, until my friend got married, and his father sold his big house and bought two smaller houses in the neighborhood next to my house, which is said to have made up for his life savings.
It's closer, and there are more opportunities to go to the old man's house. The reason why I was willing to go was that Mr. Gaine had an interesting personality. He smokes and drinks, likes skewers, likes flowers and plants, and has no condescending preaching to young people, everything he talks about is playful, and his attitude is excellent.
The old man's new house is not big, and it looks like a tropical rainforest by him. The balcony, living room, and bedroom are full of flowers and plants. The old man's flowers and plants are mainly green plants, easy to live, cheap to buy, and dotted with one or two pots of flowering plants, red and pink, which is very gratifying.
Every time I go home, the old man will pull me to sit on the small tea table between the "jungle", make a pot of jasmine tea that I love to drink he doesn't drink, take out his beads and strings, talk to me about the experience of the plate, discuss the market, and then reminisce about the past and sigh that the people are not ancient.
The old man lives a simple life, gets up happily every day to exercise, goes home to listen to music and watch TV, has a drink at noon, or goes out to party with the old buddies. He has long been laid off, relying on his own profession, he has contracted a lot of accounting work for small companies, and he is busy for a few days in the middle and late months of the month, and his income is not high, so he can live a sufficient life, and he can also subsidize his son from time to time.
My friend's mother was retired at home and couldn't stay idle, so she went out to find a job as a cleaner and lunch cooker, and was a little busy. The old man felt sorry for his wife and asked her to stay at home, but his wife didn't listen, saying that she was busy and uncomfortable when she was free. The old man had no choice but to let it go.
Since the age of 50, every year on his wife's birthday and holidays, the old man will give his wife a bouquet of flowers. In a small northern town, flowers are expensive, and my wife has nagged the old man to spend money blindly several times, and the old man continues to do his own thing. Once the old man told me that when he sent flowers, his wife was happy and happy, and the most important thing was that the flowers could be soaked at home for several days, he liked it, and in the end he was the one who fell into the benefits. This is actually a "ploy".
At this time last year, I suddenly received the news of the death of the old man, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. Scenes of the past flashed in my mind: With the new string, the old man called me to Pandao as soon as possible, and I was not allowed to leave at noon, so I had a drink with him;If there are any flowers and plants, the old man will raise a new plant, and when the root system comes out to live, move a pot to me to ......
The past follows the wind, and in the blink of an eye, the Si people have passed away, leaving regrets. I drove cautiously, and my friends kept talking. He said that the thing he regretted the most was that he had sent flowers to his mother, his teacher, and his lover in his life, but he had never sent flowers to his father, who loved flowers, even a sprig of wildflowers picked by the roadside.
Many times I dreamed that my father took him as a young man, running and playing in the sea of flowers, and my father didn't speak, but kept picking flowers for him, and he still had a happy smile on his face. When my friend said this, tears flowed silently, and it was too late to regret it.
A man's life is a romantic contradiction. Both heterosexual and secular believe that men should create romance, and in fact men do the same. But how many people have ever paid attention to the fact that men need romance too?Rarely. How many family and friends care about the softness of a man's heart?