The purpose of the visit was to assist in organizing a calligraphy and painting competition in the nursing home, and the entries were all made by the elderly who lived here, and they were all framed by Zheng Haohui. This morning, Zheng Haohui drove his own Iveco, pulled the last few framed calligraphy and paintings from the south of the city, and temporarily stored them in an empty reception room in the nursing home. At half past two in the afternoon, the old people got up one after another, and the venue for the competition in front of the lawn had already been arranged. "The painting is a plum branch, and the poem is 'The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river', where did their people go?" Zheng Haohui was a little impatient. "Plum blossoms and 'Plugging Up'?" said Dante, suddenly from behind him, "I seem to see it in a small room with an open door over there. ”

When the two came to the door of the hut, Dante was about to step in, when Zheng Haohui grabbed him violently. "What's wrong?" asked Dante looking back. Zheng Haohui looked ahead in horror, and said in a trembling voice, "Spider, big spider, on the wall!" Following his raised finger, Dante saw a shadow lying diagonally on the opposite wall, round in the middle, with six, eight, or many velvet feet stretched out on both sides. The shock caused to him in an instant was not trivial, because by visual observation, the length of the shadow was 30 centimeters, and the spider of such a size was probably eaten by catching birds, right? Seeing that it did not move at all, and did not even shake its thin legs, Dante settled down, and somewhere got the courage, widened his eyes, and gently entered the room, and tiptoed towards the big spider.

"Beware of ......" Zheng Haohui was anxious and did not dare to raise his voice. "Whew, it's fine. Only two steps closer than Dante sighed, "It's not a spider. Seeing Dante straighten up and feel relieved, Zheng Haohui didn't know why, so he stepped forward and took a look, and then lowered his head in embarrassment. Indeed, there were no spiders at all, it was a thick, deep crack in the wall. The surface of the crack has been peeled off, revealing gray cement, and along the edge of the crack, several cracks of varying length and thickness have snaked and bloomed. "At first glance it looks like it. Dante said to Zheng Haohui as if comforting.

In the nursing home that emphasizes recuperation, group entertainment activities should not be too lively, according to this standard, the calligraphy and painting competition is not deserted, in addition to the dozen authors, there are a considerable number of elderly people who have not provided works to support the scene, plus the dean, staff and volunteers are appropriately active atmosphere, the old people on the scene are very happy. Dante has been hiding far away, and since elementary school, his handwriting has been crooked and scribbled, and his paintings in art class are very "abstract", so close to amateur calligraphers and painters that he fears that he will show his timidity. "These old guys, they're so thick-skinned!" This time it was Zheng Haohui's turn to suddenly appear beside him. "Oh, okay. They are not professionals themselves, and their current level of painting is quite good, which is reasonable among amateurs. Besides, this kind of thing is the same as playing tickets, just be satisfied with entertaining yourself, don't take it too seriously. "That's not what I'm talking about!" Zheng Haohui's face was extremely gloomy, and his volume was an octave higher. Fortunately, the results of the competition were being announced at the competition site, and the warm applause made his voice less obvious.

"You ......" Dante saw that he looked like he was holding back to "break the news", so he deliberately did not rush to ask, waiting for him to say it himself. Sure enough, he couldn't hold back at first: "Look at it, they are now touting each other, and they can't wait to pile up a basket of good words, no matter how many prizes they have won, they will praise other people's works for being better than their own when they receive the awards." In fact, when the competition was still going on, they knew that I could draw, and they pulled me over one by one and whispered to me and forced me to give professional advice. What kind of professional opinion is to find out that other people's calligraphy and paintings have such and such faults, to brag about how much better and stronger than theirs, and then persuade me to admit it, and finally 'suggest' that I convey the 'professional opinion' to the dean and other judges. Alas, disgusting!"

Dante's gaze wandered between the old man receiving the award and Zheng Haohui in the distance, and he felt that he had understood the meaning of the so-called "ugly old face" of the stickman creator who lived in the villa at noon. "Well, these days, this kind of method is probably not unusual. Whatever they say, you just care. "It's not just that. Zheng Haohui became more and more energetic as he spoke, "The last time I came, the old guys gathered in groups and boasted about their children. You say that your son is a big leader in a big company, I say how well my daughter is mixed in a developed country, and he says that his grandson is making a lot of money in a company. After saying that, he felt that it was not enough, and showed all kinds of things that the children bought for them, comparing them to see whose value was higher. Hahaha-"

This long laugh was a little louder, causing some of the audience at the award ceremony to turn their heads. Dante motioned for Zheng Haohui to be quiet, and Zheng Haohui nodded. Dante felt an indescribable distortion in his heart about his treatment of the old man, and was thinking about organizing something to persuade him, but he spoke again: "What else is there to compare with this? As for those expensive toys, hum, it doesn't mean much. Is the affection between your children and you measured by the price of your commodity?"

"I announce that this calligraphy and painting competition is a complete and over!" the director of the nursing home solemnly made a standard speech with a microphone in his hand, and then the audience burst into warm applause. Dante saw that Zheng Haohui's venting finally stopped, so he took the opportunity to interject: "Then, how did you feel when you went to teach the children of migrant workers to paint?" Zheng Haohui thought for a moment and said, "Those children sat intently and listened to me, watched me draw on the blackboard, and I taught them one by one, answering their questions with raised hands." During the whole process, I didn't experience the impressions from them...... How to say it, such as how hard they lived, or how hard they learned. Looking back now, that day was very similar to the class in elementary school, and it was all in order. ”

"I haven't met those kids, but I've had some opinions about people younger than me. Dante scratched his chin, "For a while, I didn't think much of the students who were five or ten years younger than me, and even the children of my generation, who always felt that they behaved differently than when I was their age. Well, it's not a compliment - I've always felt that they were out of line, reckless, and rude, and although I barely scolded them to their faces, I didn't have much positive comments about them in private. "Are you still like this?" Zheng Haohui asked vigilantly. "Nope. Dante suddenly changed his tone to a slightly comical tone, "Then I realized that I was not used to their ways and ideas, and they may not be used to me. When they grow up to my age, they can see me as a diehard. ”

Zheng Haohui was stunned when he heard this, but when he turned his head, he saw that Shang Yiming's expression was also solemn and harmonious. From what he said just now, the volunteers of the elderly care and child assistance group who were disgusted with the "old guys" seemed to have something, and they couldn't help but grin and snort twice.

"It is not unreasonable to say that the old people are more vain than their children. Even, their children may not actually be so good, both in terms of career and filial piety. Alas!" Dante seemed to think of some kind of fact that he had to admit, and suddenly seemed helpless, "but I think that, in addition to vanity, to a certain extent, this comparison also reflects some of their spiritual sustenance. Stripped from the context of vanity, such sustenance itself is not hypocritical. "You said sustenance, what is sustenance?" The moment he asked this sentence, Zheng Haohui's eyes were very sharp, but Dante said it engagemently and didn't see it. "Expectations are what they expect from their children. ”

At the scene of the competition, the old people who won the awards and cheered were still talking and laughing at the last time before returning to the room to rest. Dante and Zheng Haohui fell silent. Zheng Haohui took out his new Apple mobile phone and got on the Internet. For a moment, Dante noticed that his fingers did not continue to move, and he squinted his eyes to peek at it, only to see that his display screen was occupied by an advertisement: "Grand opening of Longsheng Manor in XX City, Hunan Province." ”