List of high-quality authors I went back to my rural hometown on May Day and gave my dad 6,000 yuan, and only a day later, he said that he had spent it.
During the May Day holiday, my sister and I returned to our hometown on the evening of the 29th.
We opened the trunk of the car and moved a bunch of luggage home, and the room was almost full.
I brought my dad a short-sleeved shirt, long pants, cotton shorts, sneakers, slippers, a sun hat, and all kinds of medicines, protein powder, and milk.
My sister bought all kinds of food, and also specially bought some fruits that were not common in her hometown, such as durian, cherries, and a box of imported mangosteen, she said that her father had never tasted it and wanted to give him a taste of freshness.
The people in the village greeted us warmly, and the neighbor Du Po looked at us and said enviously, "You two girls are really filial!" ”
I know that Du Po's son is in his sixties and still works outside, and my daughter also has to take care of her grandson and rarely comes back to see her, so she naturally envy our father's condition.
But my dad pouted, "Hmph, that's just something, a hundred dollars can buy a lot." ”
My dad was very picky about his mouth, he didn't seem to look at anything, and he was always picky.
We knew that Dad might not prepare dinner when we got home, so we ordered some dishes at the hotel to take back with us.
At the dinner table, Dad complained that the Wuchang fish was too old, the yellow stewed Yuanzi was too salty, the stewed beef brisket was too light, and the honey lotus was not glutinous enough, and then he threw the rice bowl and said that he didn't want to eat it.
My sister and I glanced at each other, feeling a little uncomfortable, I always felt that having my mother was like having my mother's family, but my mother was gone, and my father was always not good to us when we came back.
When other people's daughters come home, even if their mother is gone, their father will take care of the food, we didn't expect him to cook, so we specially packed his favorite dishes back, but I didn't expect him to be so picky.
Besides, my father is obviously in good health, but he is not yet seventy years old, why is it so difficult to serve?
Dad has been spoiled all his life, and since Mom is gone, he has become a difficult old man.
Obviously in good health, but he always complains about the pain here and there, or he is full of complaints, and he is always very critical of the opinions of the two of us.
Last year, we took him to Wuhan University Hospital for a physical examination, and the doctor said that he had three highs, bad living habits, and a bit of a serious blood clot.
We bought the medicine, and the dosage and dosage were written on the pill box, but he always forgot to take it twice in three days, and sometimes he didn't even eat it at all.
Dad doesn't like sports, he sits at the mahjong table all day and doesn't move, and most of the money we give is spent on mahjong, and very little is spent on himself.
He hardly cooks at home, he always soaks in the mahjong parlor in the town, and the three meals are ordered outside, the elderly respond slowly and always lose money, and the people in the mahjong parlor regard him as the god of wealth and respond to requests.
Someone joked that he raised three mahjong pairs by himself.
We have repeatedly advised him to go out and walk more, which is good for his health. But my dad always said that he was out every day, didn't that count?
He didn't want to plant vegetables, so our backyard was covered with grass and several orange trees were almost submerged by grass.
I remember that in the past, when my mother was still alive, the orange trees were lush and green, and in the fall, the trees were full of fruit and the branches were bent.
Today, the house is full of dust, there is not even a bed in the room, and there are several beds of cotton wool piled on the mattress.
The kitchen's spotless white-tiled stove is now blackened by fireworks, the cupboards have accumulated a layer of dust, and the faucets have rusted.
My sister and I were busy cleaning, while my dad sat in the room watching TV and didn't even turn on the lights. He kept changing the channel, and the lights flickered and flickered, very dazzling.
I walked over and turned on the light: "Dad, I've told you many times that you have to turn on the light when watching TV, otherwise it will be bad for your eyes." ”
You're too particular to know how to save. I've always watched TV like this, and my eyes are fine. "My dad angrily turned off the TV, threw down the remote, and went to bed angrily.
He was lying in bed and kept complaining, saying that I would take care of everything when I came back, and I wouldn't even have the freedom to watch TV, so it was better not to come back. The sound gradually stopped, and my dad began to snore, and the sound was earth-shattering.
My sister and I were busy until 12 o'clock at night before cleaning up and making our own beds.
In the early morning of May 1, my sister woke up early. Her business was very busy, and her children still had a bunch of interest classes to attend, so she left in a hurry early in the morning and let me stay at home with my dad for two days.
My sister gave me 3,000 yuan before she left and asked me to pass it on to my father.
I brought some gifts to visit my second and second uncle. My uncle's house is relatively close, so I went to his house first, but he was not there, and I heard that he went to work on a construction site in the northwest region.
My aunt took the gift, her expression was indifferent, she said a few polite words casually, and then invited me to stay for lunch, but I politely declined, saying that I wanted to go to the second uncle's house.
My second uncle is old and can only do odd jobs in the neighborhood, and his life is very difficult. Despite being a few years younger than my father, he looked more than ten years older than him.
I brought two cans of camel milk and a bottle of cod liver oil for my second uncle, because I heard him say that his eyes were a little blurry last time.
The second uncle took the camel milk and said with a smile: "This is a good thing, I often see it in TV commercials." Then he picked up the cod liver oil box, looked at the instructions carefully, and asked me if it was expensive.
I feel a lot of emotion in my heart, I really have the same root, why should I be in a hurry. We are both brothers, but my father is always idle, without worrying about food and clothing, but he is still picky about this and that.
And my second uncle works hard every day, buying a house for his son, even though he is still doing odd jobs on the construction site to help his son pay off the mortgage, but he is always satisfied.
When leaving, my second uncle repeatedly told me to work with peace of mind, saying that if anything happened to my father, he would call ** to inform us.
I know that last time my father caught a cold, thanks to the second uncle who delivered food every day. He said that my father was always dissatisfied, but in reality their fates were so different.
His parents used to be partial to him, but later he married a virtuous daughter-in-law, and his two daughters were also very filial, and the feelings between them could not be expressed in words.
I came out of my second uncle's house and deliberately walked to Front Street, which was a breakfast shop frequented by my father, where there were tofu brains, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, pork, fish, and the largest supermarket. These places are very familiar to me, and everyone who sees me welcomes me warmly.
I specially explained to them that my father would give him whatever he wanted to eat, and I would use WeChat to transfer money. They all said that my dad was so happy, and I could only smile bitterly, because my dad always complained, how could he think he was happy?
I brought a box of cream cookies and a couple of soft snacks to visit Du Po next door, we are old neighbors. When I was a child, I used to eat her steamed sweet potatoes and poop she made.
Du Po smiled from ear to ear, took out a teacup to make tea, and said that the spring tea she had just picked was fried on a wood stove.
She touched the iron box containing the biscuits, and said with a smile: "These things are really high-end, the old woman has seen it." ”
Nowadays, there are a lot of dazzling supermarkets, ** haven't seen it? It's just that the old man is reluctant.
The fragrance of tea wafted in, and I took a sip, which was a little bitter and a little astringent.
If the children of the elderly in the countryside are not living well, the older they get, the more miserable they become.
An elderly man in his 80s like Du Po, whose children have basically become grandparents, is too busy to take care of herself, how can she have the heart to take care of her carefully?
Du Po chattered about the peanuts and soybeans she planted on a few acres of land, and when the time came, the peanuts were harvested and oiled, the soybeans were sold for money, and the tofu could be ground during the New Year.
She also said that it was a pity to see that the land in my backyard was barren, so it was better to plant it for her, and my father would pick the vegetables when the time came.
I quickly agreed, saving the backyard from being wasted. I hope my dad sees the garden full of vegetables, and Du Po, who is older than him, is still working hard and can move more.
I was afraid of traffic jams on the 3rd, so I returned to Wuhan on the 2nd. Before leaving, I helped my dad clean up the garbage, and pulled out a few boxes of expired cream snacks and a can of milk powder from the cabinet.
My dad said it with a straight face, complaining that he had forgotten to put a bad brand of milk powder, which was hundreds of yuan, and that it tasted wrong.
The old neighbor didn't seem to be interested in the kind of milk powder that only cost 30 yuan, and my dad actually put the milk powder worth hundreds to the expiration date, and complained that it was difficult to swallow, which made me really speechless.
I decided to give him 6,000 yuan, and my sister and I each gave 3,000, wanting him to put it away, and by the way, remind him to play less mahjong, move more, and buy more delicious dishes to cook by himself.
My dad casually stuffed the money into the drawer, looking impatient: I know, I know, you will nag me when you come back, and I am not a coolie.
Unexpectedly, on the third night, I asked him if he had taken his medicine, and he said that someone in the village was going to get married tomorrow, and he was going to give gifts, but he had no money.
Didn't I just give you 6000? He said hesitantly that he had run out, how was this possible? 6000 a day, he said again that he couldn't find it.
I reminded him that he put it in the drawer yesterday, and he said that he couldn't find it, and I said that it might have been put somewhere else and forgot, but my dad said: What are you looking for? Lao Li in the east of the village was deceived of 30,000 a few days ago? I'm only 6,000 yuan.
I was so angry that I hung up directly, but I couldn't do anything about it.
In fact, our life is not easy, housing and car loans, children's various interest classes, personal contacts, everything has to spend money, we treat ourselves frugally, but we are willing to spend it on our father.
We wanted to take him over to live with us, but we were afraid that it would be inconvenient for him to be alone at home, especially since my mother was gone, and our guilt fell on my father, so we just wanted to be filial to him while he was still alive and leave no regrets.
But my dad is always so big-hearted, and his temperament can't be changed, my second uncle said that if my dad was like him, married a bad daughter-in-law, and had to pay off the mortgage for his son when he was old, my dad would probably have no problems a long time ago.
Maybe it's true, but life is like this, there are too many unfair things, and my dad may find the meaning of his existence in this way, as long as he is happy, we feel that it is worth it as children.
After all, the time when my father was still there was priceless.