"Teacher Zheng, if grandpa has a spirit in the sky, he will be very pleased." Hao Junqi interrupted my musings.

"Hey, this is also the saddest thing for me, God doesn't give me a chance to repay it." Father said.

"You care about Junqi so much, and it's also a reward for Grandpa Hao." I say.

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Hao Junqi pushed me.

"Yes, I came to Yangjiang this time regardless of my body for this purpose."

"No," Hao Junqi said, "but our juniors should be filial to you." ”

"I'll make an immature opinion," Xu Xiaorou said, "Grandpa, you can completely treat Aunt Hao as your own daughter." Aren't you daughterless? Aunt Junqi's father and mother have passed again. ”

"Yes, yes, this little girl's suggestion is very good." The father was very happy, he looked at Hao Junqi, "I don't know if Junqi is willing?" ”

"Of course Aunt Hao is willing, right?" Xu Xiaorou said to Hao Junqi.

"Huh." Hao Junqi laughed dryly.

Hao Junqi and I looked at each other. This eventful Xu Xiaorou. She was still young, and she didn't know that if she said too much, she would lose.

didn't want me to stare at her, Xu Xiaorou made a grimace at me instead. It makes people laugh and cry.

"Why don't you have a ceremony to recognize your daughter? My uncle and I are witnesses? Mmmm, it's nice to think of being able to contribute to this good thing. Xu Xiaorou further suggested.

"Xu Xiaorou." I shouted.

"It's nothing if it's a ritual or not," said my father, "it's all a formality. The key is to recognize it in your heart. I really regard Junqi as a daughter, and Junqi really treats me as a father. ”

"Aunt Hao, you see that grandpa has expressed his position like this, don't you also make a statement?" Xu Xiaorou "added fuel to the fire".

"Hehe," Hao Junqi smiled dryly, "Thank you Xiaorou for your kindness." Since I was a child, Mr. Zheng has taken care of me like a father, even no less than my brother. Brother, do you remember? ”

"What do you remember?" I asked.

"One night before you went back to the city, there was a movie in the village. We went to buy fried fruits to eat. ”

"You mean that Dad secretly stuffed five cents into you, and told you not to say it, right?" I glanced at my father.

"yes."

"Is there such a thing? I forgot. Father seemed uncomfortable touching a third of his hair, which had already fallen out.

"There is also the Mid-Autumn Festival, the New Year, my brother has it, I don't seem to be lacking."

"Wow, grandpa is really good to Aunt Hao. That's like my own daughter. Xu Xiaorou said.

"Yes," Hao Junqi said, "so it's the same whether you admit it or not." Junqi is forever grateful to Teacher Zheng. ”

"Then that's it, don't mention it again, while Jin Limei hasn't arrived yet, Dad, you can tell us about the second time you received great help." I say.

"yes, I'd love to hear that, too." Xu Xiaorou agreed.

"Speaking of the second time I received great help, I have to mention the plank bridge over the Dongmen River. Set sail, Junqi, do you remember the plank bridge over the Dongmen River? The father continued his story.

"Yes." I said it at the same time as Hao Junqi.

"Brother and Zhu Jinshan are still running on there, when we are herding cattle," Hao Junqi added, "I often remember the plank bridge when I was in Qijiatun. Does Mr. Zheng remember? In winter, in the morning of frost, the wooden plank bridge is full of frost, very slippery, we go to school, when crossing the bridge, Mr. Yan holds my brother's hand, brother holds your hand, you hold my hand, form a line, and slowly pace. ”

"The main thing is that it's too slippery," said my father, "and I think about it a lot." ”

"My village also has such a plank bridge." Xu Xiaorou interjected, "But now it's been demolished and a cement bridge has been built." ”

"yes, now, it's all concrete bridges. It's rare to see the boardwalk again. My father sighed, "The deck of the East Gate Plank Bridge is made of four or five straight cedar or miscellaneous trees. One year, in order to build a bridge, the village arranged for me and Changshui's father, Kidnapper and Sanli, to go to the mountain behind the east gate to cut down trees. We found a sandalwood tree, and someone told Changshui's father to climb the tree and cut it down. Changshui's father, Kidnapper, is a very responsible person, and he will climb when he is asked, but I can't bear it. Letting a crutch climb a tree is too unauthentic, so I volunteered.

I climbed up the sandalwood tree and stood on one branch to cut another. When the branch was cut, I didn't notice that the end of the branch was cocked and falling again, and the end of the branch held down one of my feet as it fell. I felt like an awl drilling into my heart, I roared like a pig in pain, and the roar echoed in the silence of the mountain dock, sounding particularly miserable. I couldn't move at all. Everyone was stunned. Three Miles, who was still a little older, climbed the tree first to find a way to move the ends of the branches out of the way and put me down. I had blood all over my thighs, and it was still bleeding. Through the torn pants, I could see a large chunk of flesh on my thigh.

I saw that Sanli decisively took off his underwear and tightly wrapped it around my bleeding thighs, and then ordered everyone to carry me down the mountain. Please think about it, it is not easy to carry such a big living person as me down the mountain, but in order to send me to the brigade of barefoot doctors in the shortest possible time, everyone spared no effort. Along the way, all I heard was their snorting and panting. Changshui's father was not idle, and he couldn't carry me, so he helped everyone carry things. And just like that, I was sent to the doctor in the shortest possible time. With a doctor, it's naturally fine. I remember that when I was delivered, everyone was on the verge of collapse, panting louder than the panting of a cow. At that moment, my tears flowed well. If you are a doctor, you should know that bleeding is not just dead. How could I not be moved? ”

"Mr. Zheng is right to remind me of a plot in Hemingway's 'Farewell, Arms,'" Hao Junqi said, "The protagonist was injured in the war, and an ambulance took him to the hospital, and on top of the place where he was lying there was another wounded and sick man who was bleeding continuously, and then the blood became less and less, and the rate of bleeding became slower and slower." Although the author did not confess, everyone knew that the wounded man must have died because of the bleeding. ”

"yes. From this point of view, these people are my lifesavers. That's why I said that people must be grateful. In a lifetime, who can predict when something will happen? It's not terrible to have an accident, but what I'm afraid of is that there is no one to help me when something happens. My father summed it up.

……

Jin Limei arrived when her father told him about his accident when he cut down a sandalwood tree, and as soon as his father's story was finished, everyone sighed.

Because Jin Limei arrived, her father's memories came to an end, and Hao Junqi beckoned everyone to eat at the table.

The dishes on the table are already a little cold.

Hao Junqi asked her father to drink some wine, but her father didn't push.

"Or don't drink it," I said, "and it's better for heart patients not to drink at all." ”

"Surgeons don't necessarily understand heart disease. I seem to have heard that people with heart disease can drink alcohol in moderation when their heart rate is normal. Hao Junqi said.

"Then you can only drink low-alcohol alcohol." I say.

"Let the old man drink some." "It's best to drink some red wine, and it's good for your heart to drink too much red wine." ”

"That's great, I just have a bottle of red wine here." Hao Junqi said.

"It seems that there is still a mouthful." My father was full of interest, "Today is the happiest day after so many years, and I can't say it without drinking some wine." Come, everyone have a drink with me. ”

"Grandpa, I can't drink it." Xu Xiaorou said.

"Forget it. You've just been discharged from the hospital. You and Jiajia drink Mengniu milk. It's called Jiajia, right? Father asked.

Everyone nodded.

Hao Junqi went into the room and found the wine. From the dust that rested on the bottle, it was clear that the bottle of wine had really been sitting for several years.

Since I didn't have a keiko to open the bottle, I had to use scissors to warp the cork off little by little, and finally poked the cork into the bottle along with the stopper.

The four of us divided the wine. Xu Xiaorou and Jiajia drink Mengniu milk bought by their father.

I barely spoke the whole time I was drinking. Jin Limei, an old man on the left and an old man on the right, called my father very happy, so much so that my father even mentioned my marriage at the wine table.

"My son is so dumb that he can't speak. But girl, you have to understand his mind. He was able to bring you back to us and show us quite a step forward. I don't think you're going to test him anymore. "My father's face was a little red because of the wine.

"Old man, you're doing the opposite. Now it is not me who will test him, but your son who will test me. Jin Limei took a glass and toasted her father.

"Really?"

"Really, don't believe me, you ask your son. Zheng Yidao usually doesn't speak, but you don't know, he fights with me, and he is more powerful than the shrew on the street. ”

"yes, I said Jin Limei, this is a bit of a personal attack." I couldn't help but retort.

"Can you say no?" Jin Limei's eyes swept over.

I had no choice but to pick up my glass and drink.

"My uncle's impression on me is also different from what my grandfather said." Xu Xiaorou said.

"Maybe it's in front of Teacher Zheng that it's like this." Hao Junqi said.

"No, much more than just in front of me. In front of my relatives and friends, he looked like this, and he looked very wooden. Silent and silent, everything is stuffed in the stomach. ”

"It looks wooden, but it's actually smart." Jin Limei said.

"This is your praise for him." Father said.

"It seems that the old man doesn't know his son at all."

"Since the girl approves of my son so much, it seems that my son's marriage is still very promising."

"Do you still have to worry about my brother's marriage?" Hao Junqi asked.

"Worry. Can you not worry about it? You see, I'm so old, I haven't even made a grandfather yet. ”

"But don't force things emotionally."

"Sister Hao's words seem to have something in her words." Jin Limei said.

"You're mistaken, Limei. I am telling Mr. Zheng that emotional matters are not in a hurry, and they need to be cultivated slowly. For example, my brother's feelings for you, I mean if, if my brother really has feelings for you, you don't need Mr. Zheng to catalyze it, and when the time comes, my brother will express it to you. Hao Junqi's hand holding the wine glass was released for a moment, and then it was clenched again.

"Sister Hao is really good at talking. I guess Sister Hao will never want Zheng Yidao to express it to me. Jin Limei glanced at Hao Junqi.

"How could I have such thoughts?" Hao Junqi asked rhetorically.

"Because you want your brother to express it to you." Jin Limei said.