Scene: At home. 11:00 p.m. In 2019.

I leaned against the back of my bed and flipped through the messages on my phone, which is my daily moment of relaxation before bed.

"Your dad didn't test well, the doctor said," my husband said.

"Oh, I'll ask him the day after tomorrow for the New Year"

In the evening, when my husband told me, I replied nonchalantly, flipped the page of my phone to the front, and got ready for bed.

I hate my husband like this, and I always talk about things before going to bed, and I don't talk about it in the morning or at night.

"Can you tell us sooner? If you don't talk about it in the morning and don't talk about it in the evening, and talk about it before going to bed, do you want me to lose sleep? Lying down in the quilt with fire, poking his head out and scolding his husband.

Haven't my parents been like this for the past few years? One moment the blood sugar is not normal, the other time the blood pressure is not normal, and the other time the heart is uncomfortable...

Elderly!

It's the New Year, it's the New Year, and I'll talk about it after the New Year. What could it be? Isn't it just that a few indicators are exceeded?

This year's New Year's festival to my ancestors, get up as early as possible in the morning, and a little later when it passes, my father will urge me over and over again, and every time I celebrate the festival, I will urge and urge repeatedly.

Scene: Incense and candle shop

Leaning on the side of the road, down the stairs is the incense and candle shop, a sunken storefront.

By the window, a row of golden pagoda-style paper money is shining.

Inside is a row of silver pagoda-style paper money, shining silver.

Gold and silver mountains.

Ordinary people first ask about gold and silver.

I went to the steps, and the proprietress greeted me with a smile: "Today's holiday? Buy lotus, right? Buy a few today? ”

"Buy one" picked a handmade banknote that I thought was the most sincere.

The small shop bought the banknotes used by the ancestors for the New Year and went to my mother's house.

Scene: Mom and Dad's house.

There are already 9 pots of vegetables on the table, and silver carp - more than every year; Braised pork - life is good, you can afford meat;

celery — eaten diligently;

Green vegetables - eat green heads, smart, logical and organized.

Dried tofu — eaten to be an official.

It's all a blessing to the next generation.

I still don't understand how many dishes should be used to worship my ancestors, and every time my mother does it, I am responsible for nervously worrying about the etiquette is wrong, and praying in my heart that the ancestors don't blame me.

The square table was already in the south seat with lit incense, and the room was filled with the smell of cigarettes.

"Ahem. . . Ahem" Dad sat on the couch with his body leaning forward. Cough carefully against your abdomen.

My mother approached my face with wide white eyes: "Ah Jun is here, hurry up and kowtow, hurry up and kowtow, and ask the ancestors to bless and bless."

Dad didn't give a look, frowned, and sat on the sofa. It's not like the previous few years when I was busy in the kitchen.

The sofa is an old sofa that I don't need to replace at home, and my dad must put it in his living room.

Dad sat on the old sofa, didn't say a word, and disappeared from the slight smile he used to have when he opened the door: "Coming?" "Old woman, the boss is here."

I put the paper money I brought on the floor tiles at the door, kowtowed, kowtowed, and said something in my heart while kowtowing, hoping that my ancestors would bless me with peace and health. 12345, every time I knock 5 times, like in previous years.

Dad held his stomach and stood up with his hands on the sofa frame, and went to the kitchen to get dishes and chopsticks.

On weekdays, my father and mother eat with only two pairs of chopsticks.

The Chinese New Year requires a stack of rice bowls and a large handful of chopsticks. Before use, the slightly new dishes and chopsticks that have not been used for a long time will be carefully washed and scalded to show the greatest sincerity to the ancestors.

Scene: Dad in the kitchen.

Dad grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the cupboard and put them on the faucet to rinse them clean. "Boom" slightly,

One chopstick broke.

"What, what, it's good that the chopsticks are broken," Dad exclaimed.

"Old woman, the chopsticks are broken" The father, who was tightly browning, weakly pulled his slippers on his legs, and struggled to walk in front of his mother, who had bad eyes.

"Ah, how can you break the chopsticks during the New Year", my mother picked up the broken chopsticks and sniffed them in front of her eyes with only a few centimeters of light left.

"It's not good if the chopsticks are broken," the two exclaimed.

I stood up and patted my dad on the back after kowtowing: "Ah, I haven't used it for a long time, the chopsticks have become brittle, it's okay, it's okay."

"Come, come, come, I will kowtow again, the ancestors bless and bless our whole family", on the one hand, to comfort my father, on the other hand, to comfort my own panicked heart, I heard the village grandmother say, chopsticks are not good.

Kowtowing is the only thing I can think of that can soothe my heart and calm me.

Dad squinted at me, didn't say a word, put down his chopsticks, and tried to sit hard, but sat down on the sofa.

Dad's physical examination report didn't say anything, the name of the disease couldn't be understood, and Baidu was also suspicious.

A few years ago, a relative who was a teacher once said, "On the one hand, older people are prone to cancer, and on the other hand, the onset of cancer will not be fast after the elderly have cancer, because the activity of body cells is low." ”

I like to comfort myself with other people's words when I encounter problems, which is the only thing that follows my mother in common.

While kowtowing, I analyzed it in my heart, and in summary, I felt that my father would be fine. It's time to take medicine and take medicine, don't worry about it, and then talk about it after the New Year, it's the first day of the new year.

"Dad, shall I clean up the room in the refrigerator?" I asked tentatively.

In previous years, during the Chinese New Year, I would clean up my room as if I was fighting, throw away a few bags of useless garbage, and when I carried it to the door, my parents would take away the garbage I was going to discard. dragged the tone and scolded me, "Ah~~~, this cookie can still be eaten" and then snatched it down~~~ Please, it has exceeded the one-year shelf life.

"How can this apple be thrown away, and you can eat it with a chisel" - the apple, whose skin has been wrinkled like the face of a centenarian, is regarded as a treasure by my father.

"This can be used to pad the basin" - a large stack of advertising paper, can it be mated?

"This is what your dad wants to read" - a large pile of dust is falling down the black Yoyo advertising newspaper.

Today's dad sat on the sofa by himself, and my mom only said: "Don't lose what is useful"

Let me stuff the things that are spread on the floor into the garbage bag.