Qinghe City, Xiasu Lane, is an old neighborhood that has not yet been renovated with old houses.

The 100-year-old building, without decoration and renovation, is not the antique and unique style imagined by ordinary tourists.

Crumbling eaves, old walls, mossy lanes, and inhabitants who can't afford to get out.

Many traces of the eighties and nineties of the last century can be easily found here.

The master's barber shop, the grocery store in one place, the fruit stall, vegetable stall, pork stall in front of the house......

Little Wooim's home is in an old narrow brick and wood house in Xiasu Lane.

The word Yimu is the name of the old lady in the dialect of Qinghe City. And Xiao Yu is her eldest son's nickname.

When she gave birth to her eldest son, the neighbors slowly began to call her Sister Xiao Yuyi, and when she got older, she became Xiao Huoyim.

Next door to her is a stall selling fried taro cakes with sea oysters, and across the street is a shop that makes fish balls for three generations.

The old house used to be a mess of lighting.

The dimly lit wooden staircase is very narrow, and you can only see a little sunlight until you reach the wooden corridor of the second floor attic.

Unfortunately, the orientation here is not good, only one o'clock in the afternoon, and some of them will soon flicker.

After the New Year, Xiao Yuyim is already more than eighty.

The children and grandchildren bought a commercial suite in Qinghe City, and they are busy with their studies and work, so they rarely go back to Xiasu Lane to see her.

Since her children got married and her wife left, she has also become accustomed to living alone.

She is not short of money.

Two sons and three daughters, each of whom has three or five hundred per month, enough for an old lady with modest expenses to save one or two thousand yuan.

Little Wooyim doesn't like to go too far, either.

At this age, life is about to come to an end, too far away from home, she is always afraid that if she is not careful, she will fall outside, no one will know her, but she will be miserable.

Xiao Huyim usually likes to walk in the alleys near his home early in the morning, picking up some waste paper, cans, mineral water bottles, especially in the streets near the night market, there are a lot of these things.

Now it's better, the people at the recycling station said, even plastic bags are collected, and the price is not lower than waste paper.

Don't look at the cheap men's big T-shirt and patched pants, in fact, she has a lot more manuscripts than many young people.

Sometimes, she also sees something special.

A small pearl ring.

An old silver bracelet.

A fairly new wallet.

A necklace with a glass pendant.

She would wash these things, hide them in the wooden box in the bedroom, and when she was idle, she would take them out and play with them.

Little Wooim also has a hobby.

She has loved to eat spicy skewers since she was a child.

For every 1,000 yuan she saved, she went to the bank to save it, and then ran to the commercial street next door, found an inexpensive kebab stand, and bought a few skewers filled with chili powder.

In addition to kebabs, she now loves to eat multigrain pancakes, Mexican barbecue, bubble tea with coconut fruit, bombed squid, ice rice, and sweet and heavy flavors, which are most suitable for seniors like her.

The snacks in these night markets often remind her of when she was young, at the end of Xiasu Lane, there lived a person from northern Xinjiang, who grilled mutton skewers at the door of his house every night.

Ah Gong loves her, and when he has a small amount of money in his hand, he will always take her hand and order two sizzling meat skewers at the stall of the people in northern Xinjiang.

It was the best time for her memory.

When his teeth have not yet fallen out, Xiao Yuyim likes to hold the skewers in his hands, walk by the river next to Xiasu Lane, eat with a mouth full of oil, and live very comfortably.

I am older, and my legs and feet are inconvenient.

The teeth were almost gone, and the dentures stuffed in the mouth could not chew the meat, so I could only buy them and go home, slowly cut them into shreds with a knife, and sit alone in the dimly lit hall, slowly reminiscing about the past.

Xiao Yuyim found that when she was older, when she went to buy skewers, she met some soft-hearted young people who would always give her a few more skewers.

Some don't even charge money.

Xiao Yuyim is not short of money, and seeing the enthusiastic appearance of these young people, he always feels unhappy in his heart.

Later, every time she went out to buy skewers, she had a gadget stuffed in her pocket.

There are pendants that look like green jade, small silver rings, and beautiful colorful shells.

When the stall owner doesn't collect money, she stuffs a gadget.

These are all things she picked up one after another, and they are not valuable.

She is old, and when she goes underground to see her wife, I am afraid that these things will not be sold as garbage by her children and grandchildren.

It's better to give it to these young buddies while you're happy.

Xiao Yuyim originally thought that she would be able to wander this old street for a few more years.

Unexpectedly, accidents are always caught off guard.

According to his usual habit, Xiao Yuyim bought a seven-cent oil cake at the stall next door in the morning, brought it to the fish ball shop opposite, and ate a meat swallow soup that the boss had specially cooked for three extra minutes.

I was about to go for a walk and pick up a few plastic bags when I suddenly slipped on the soles of my feet and fell violently.

Xiao Yuyim's heart was cold, lying on the potholed streets, looking at the narrow sky in the alley, feeling that his good days were coming to an end.

The neighbors were startled by the old lady who had fallen.

Hurriedly called her son and daughter and sent her to the hospital.

When people reach old age, they are most afraid of wrestling.

The bones are fragile, once the bones are broken, lying in bed, unable to move, this life, it is almost the same.

Therefore, many elderly people completely lose their vitality, often because of an accidental fall.

Hospital examination showed that the sacral bone crack was severe, which may affect walking.

There is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time.

Xiao Yuyim was silent, watching his children, daughters-in-law and sons-in-law, arguing in front of the hospital bed.

Curable?

How to treat it?

How are medical expenses apportioned?

The old lady has limited mobility, who will take care of it?

The boss said he was old.

The second child said that his grandson was still young and wanted a second child.

The eldest daughter said that the old tradition of Qinghe City is that the pension belongs to the son.

The second daughter is still out with her grandson and has not yet returned.

The third daughter said that she had just bought a house for her son, and the mortgage was under great pressure.

There was a lot of noise, and when the nurse came in and warned loudly not to disturb the other patients, they left the ward with red faces.

It's not shame, it's blushing.

The nurse who was invited to cut off the white porridge in the canteen, a fried pumpkin that was too salty, and a home-cooked tofu that was too greasy.

Xiao Yuyim sighed, took the hand of the little nurse who came in to change her dressing, and said, "Yimei, I have insurance and can afford to pay." ”

The little nurse was very young, and she couldn't understand Xiao Yuyim's awkward Qinghe dialect, so she stared and listened for a long time before she nodded with some sympathy and said, "I'll tell the doctor." ”

After a month in the hospital, little Wooyim looked older, which can only be described as a wind candle.