"Don't rush yet. Wu Mian said, "Old man, let's go in and talk? It's a little cold outside, and it's snowing when I see it." ”

"You're so young, your body can't be bone? Also, you haven't been cold. Fan Zhongzhi wanted to stand up, but Wei Dabao came up with a cat on his waist and said with a smile, "I'll push you in." ”

"I can walk on my own. Fan Zhongzhi said stubbornly.

"Isn't it that he hasn't recovered yet, and he has to have a senior doctor's advice. Wei Dabao tried not to look at Wu Mian as much as possible, and said to Fan Zhongzhi.

Wu Mian laughed and said, "Don't you feel cold?"

"Twenty years ago, it was rare to see heavy snow in our northeast, and now the winter is not cold. ”

"Then why are you still wearing so much. ”

Fan Zhongzhi glanced at Wu Mian and didn't speak.

Wu Mian smiled, but he didn't care.

Since Fan Zhongzhi installed a brain pacemaker, Alzheimer's disease has gradually improved, Wu Mian asked several times, but Fan Zhongzhi kept silent about the past.

"Then if you don't feel cold, let's talk here. ”

"What's going on between the two of us? You kid doesn't have to go out of your way to talk to me every day, I'm not lonely. ”

"Generation gap?"

"Oh, I don't remember the word, probably. Fan Zhongzhi shrunk his body in the military coat, and the whole person was bulging. With his hands on his sleeves, his eyes looked at the blue sky of early winter, and he didn't know what to think.

"Isn't it my way of judging your recovery from a lot of small details? Wu Mian smiled and pulled over a chair, and then said to Wei Dabao, "The old man can go, just let Fan Dongkai watch it, don't fall." ”

"Good. Wei Dabao received instructions from the senior doctor.

"Boy, if you feel cold, let's go in. ”

"I'm okay. Wu Mian smiled, "When I was a child, when the snow closed the door, my mother stuffed me out of the window and took a shovel to open the heavy snow in front of the door little by little. I didn't feel cold then, but now I ...... Hey. ”

"Don't talk about that. Wu Mian saw that Fan Zhongzhi didn't answer, so he immediately changed the topic and asked, "Has your memory changed recently?"

"Yes. Fan Zhongzhi said, "Things in the past are getting clearer and clearer, and I can remember many trivial things that I have forgotten." ”

"Then I don't think you're a little upset. ”

"No, I just remember my old comrades-in-arms, I don't know if they are good or not. Director Guo, boy, is it called this name. ”

"Yes, Guo Ruming Director Guo, I filmed a series twenty years ago, you must have watched it. Wu Mian replied.

"When will Director Guo take me to pick them up?"

"It's not you who pick them up, but let's go to the airport and pick them up from the plane. Wu Mian said, "The last time I just finished it, the next time will be next spring and summer." The specific time will be negotiated with the other side. ”

Fan Zhongzhi didn't have the sad emotions that Wu Mian imagined, the old man's expression was flat, just looking at the blue sky, just like Wu Mian was lying on the mangosteen chair behind Lao Ou Mountain last night and watching the starry sky.

"Tell me, old man. Wu Mian said with a smile, "You can remember any little things." ”

"Why are you so trustworthy? Fan Zhongzhi said disdainfully.

"It's the need for treatment, and I want to know how you're recovering. Wu Mian said with a smile.

Fan Zhongzhi looked at Wu Mian suspiciously, and then said, "I remembered the craft of weaving straw shoes." ”

"......" Wu Mian was speechless.

"I haven't made it up in years. Fan Zhongzhi said with emotion, "Originally, it was a craft, and I can't forget it, but then one day I was idle, and I wanted to weave a pair of shoes with the dried autumn grass to make my great-grandson happy, but the grass was in my hands, and I couldn't make anything." ”

Wu Mian knows this situation, a precursor to Alzheimer's disease, just like Mr. Fan Zhongzhi said.

"I was a little panicked. Fan Zhongzhi said, "How can I say that? We only have sixteen comrades left, and I didn't feel it at all when the iron stone came across from us, but I couldn't think of weaving straw sandals, and I felt that my whole heart was empty." ”

"And then?"

"I've basically forgotten what happened after that, and I can't remember it now. ”

Wu Mian was slightly stunned, and found that he and Fan Zhongzhi were basically talking about two roads. He asked about the story of the year, and Mr. Fan pondered straw sandals.

"I thought about it the other day, and I was as happy as something. Fan Zhongzhi didn't notice Wu Mian's emotions, and continued, "When I was young, I was so fast at weaving straw sandals, and I made the straw sandals in the whole class by myself. Other straw sandals will be scattered after wearing more than ten miles, and I can wear the soles of the shoes. ”

"Awesome, it's a real craft. Wu Mian stretched out his thumb and said.

"You kid knows a. ”

"Old man, that's your fault. Wu Mian Zhengse said, "If I tell you that I also weave straw sandals, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it. Fan Zhongzhi glanced at Wu Mian and said, "If all of you special mothers have to wear woven straw sandals, Lao Tzu's blood will be spilled in vain? ”

Wu Mian was clumsy for a while.

"It's a good day, but what straw sandals are knitting. You think that thing is a good thing, no matter how thick it is, it can't be braided, and it walks with clumsy feet. It's like a tender and noisy literary soldier like you, wearing straw sandals for two or three miles and a big bubble. ”

"Old man, now straw sandals can be sold for money, they are handicrafts, called souvenirs, and no one wears them. Wu Mian said, "I bought them back as a souvenir." 喏~~"

As he spoke, Wu Mian's eyes looked at the Taoist temple on the top of Lao Ou Mountain.

"In the future, if this side becomes a tourist attraction, a pair of straw sandals can be sold for twenty or thirty. Wu Mian smiled, "If you can keep making it up, the money you earn can build a big tile house in a few months." ”

"Who still lives in a big tiled house now? Fan Zhongzhi said with a smile, "When I forget, the young people in the family go to the buildings in the town. Those who stayed in Lao Tunzi, as long as they were not lazy lazy men, were also thinking about building a small second floor. What's that called?"

"The villa. Wei Dabao interjected.

"No, I don't know about the villa. Fan Zhongzhi frowned and pondered, a word wandered in his mind, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Emmm, you're not talking about the manor. Wu Mian asked.

"Yes, more than a dozen acres of land, a house in the middle, with water and water, seems to be called a manor. Fan Zhongzhi said happily, "I don't have to pay agricultural taxes, there are subsidies for farming, and I don't have so much work to build a house for my own family, and I can't spend a lot of money." ”

Manor...... Wei Dabao smacked his tongue.

It depends on how to say it, the two-story building in Tunzi turned out to be a manor, and it seems that there is nothing disobedient when you think about it carefully.