Yang Zheng didn't go anywhere for the entire morning; he just sat in the room with his father.
He might not have much to talk about, but he could serve his father tea or water.
If my father needs to use the toilet, I can help him up.
With him at home, my mother felt much more relaxed.
Protecting her father at the bathroom door, she slowly moved him from his wheelchair, then, with her hunched, thin body trembling slightly, she squatted down, holding onto the washing machine.
At that moment, Yang Zheng felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't help but think of the past.
"My father used to be so tall and strong, but now..."
After having lunch at home, he had to buy some things in the afternoon to visit his uncle, aunt, and other relatives.
I work away from home and can only go back a few times a year.
When there are things going on at home, they are the ones who take care of everything. Now that we're back, we should definitely visit our relatives.
That's how it is with relatives; you have to maintain close relationships.
Even the closest relatives and friends become practically strangers if they don't keep in touch for a long time.
The closer you are to your family and friends, the better your relationship will be, and the more willing they will be to help you in the future.
Otherwise, if you don't care about others, when something really happens, people might not care as much.
My parents are both locals from Qiongshan, as are my two uncles, who live not far from the town.
Yang Zheng spent less than an afternoon visiting all of his more important relatives.
At the same time, I also took some time to visit the homes of several childhood friends. Although these close friends are all working away from home, their parents and children are still in their hometowns. I bought some fruit and snacks for these elderly people and children as a token of my appreciation.
As evening approached, Yang Zheng rode his father's Haojue motorcycle, which hadn't been used in a long time, through the increasingly crowded street in town, and wobbled his way home.
All the way, he kept thinking about how he could trick his father into drinking the pulp of the exotic fruit.
The secret of the exotic fruit will definitely not be told to anyone, not even parents.
The main problem is that it's complicated to explain, and they certainly won't believe such nonsense.
tonight,
Tonight at the latest, no matter what method we use, we must get my father to drink the fruit marrow.
The pith of the exotic fruit has such miraculous medicinal effects.
After my father drinks it, he should recover quickly, and perhaps even be completely transformed.
He thought this to himself, but he was still a little worried.
Given my father's current physical condition, I feel he definitely wouldn't be able to handle suddenly consuming a whole exotic fruit.
If we divide it into a quarter, I'm afraid it won't be effective.
How about we make half and give it to our father to try?
Just as I was thinking about it, my phone suddenly rang.
Yang Zheng picked up the phone and saw that it was a call from his mother. She said that his uncle, aunt, and other relatives had all come, and there were many people and children. She asked him to buy some disposable bowls, chopsticks, and tablecloths on his way.
We also need to buy a few bottles of drinks like cola and orange juice for those who don't drink alcohol, mainly because the kids like them.
Dinner was very plentiful, and all the dishes were delicious. There were two large tables full, and we ate almost everything.
Because there were many people at home tonight, it was very lively, and my father seemed especially happy.
Because his attention was diverted, his complexion improved a lot, he smiled more, and he talked more.
After a lively dinner.
My mother, aunt, second aunt, and youngest aunt were all busy clearing the table and cleaning. From the kitchen came the occasional clatter of pots and pans, and the loud laughter of my aunts.
The father, in his wheelchair, was carefully pushed into the room by his uncle, aunt's husband, and several cousins. Then, a group of grown men helped him sit up against the bed and chatted and smoked with him. When the conversation got interesting, everyone burst into laughter.
Yang Zheng and her cousins were responsible for serving tea and water to everyone, and from time to time, they also had to deal with their teasing and pranks.
Inside the living room, a group of children were laughing and chasing each other, occasionally tripping and falling to the ground, crying.
There were also two elementary school boys fighting fiercely over the TV remote. My cousin's husband was so angry that he rushed out and yelled at them several times, but to no avail. Finally, he ended the fight with a few solid taps on the head.
Outside the bustling houses, thousands of lights shone, and the stream flowed gently, creating a peaceful and warm atmosphere...
At this moment, Yang Zheng was like an outsider, quietly gazing at the simple rural scenery outside the gate, and then at his kind father who was leaning against the headboard chatting with his relatives. His gaze gradually became hazy.
"This world is so beautiful, how could anyone bear to leave?"
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late at night.
The family members had already left, and the once lively house instantly became cold and quiet.
The father lay diagonally at the head of the bed, a barely perceptible sense of loss hidden in his eyes.
Clearly, he is now very afraid of being alone.
Yang Zheng brought over a basin of warm water and carefully wiped his father's hands, face, and body before feeding him a few painkillers.
My mother just told me to go to sleep, saying that he had been traveling all night and had been busy all day, so he should get some rest.
Yang Zheng shook his head and told her to go and rest first.
During this period, I have been away from home, and my mother has been taking care of my father, running around doing everything. She is almost exhausted.
Looking at my mother's face, it was covered with wrinkles and no longer had the rosy glow of her past years.
Now that he's back, starting today, he'll be in charge of taking care of his father. Anyway, the bed is so big, if he gets sleepy, he can just sleep next to his father.
His mother couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she went to rest.
Only he and his father remained in the room. They sat facing each other, both wanting to say something, yet unsure of what to say.
Yang Zheng glanced at his phone; it was already past midnight. Remembering that his father hadn't eaten much at dinner, he asked, "Dad, are you hungry? I'll go get you some chicken soup to warm it up."
The father shook his head. "It's too greasy. I don't have much of an appetite."
Upon hearing this, Yang Zheng asked again, "Then let's eat something light. Shall I cook you some porridge? And stir-fry some vegetables?"
The father shook his head, smiled, and said, "I'm not hungry now. You should go to sleep. You traveled all night and it must have been tiring. You need to get some rest tonight."
It seemed like his father didn't want to trouble him, probably because he saw that he was quite tired and wanted him to rest early.
Yang Zheng felt a pang of sadness and didn't know what to say. He had been wanting to give his father the fruit marrow to drink, but he couldn't think of a good way to do so.
The two sat down and smoked another cigarette.
After a moment, he asked again, "Dad, I'm a little hungry. I'd like to make some fried rice with eggs. What would you like to eat? I'll heat it up for you."
Upon hearing this, the father thought for a moment and asked, "Is there any red date and snow fungus soup left from the soup your mother made tonight?"
"I'll go take a look."
Yang Zheng quickly ran to the kitchen to check and found that there were still more than half of the blue and white porcelain bowls left. He went back to his father and said, "There are still quite a few left. I'll heat them up a little for you now."
The father nodded. "Okay, don't serve too much. I'm afraid we won't be able to finish it and it will go to waste..."
Returning to the kitchen, Yang Zheng stared at the red date and snow fungus soup in the blue and white porcelain bowl, and a thought suddenly struck him.
The dark red, thick soup made from red dates and snow fungus looks very similar to the pith of a foreign fruit.
In addition, the fruit pith has little flavor, so if it is added to the snow fungus soup, my father would definitely not notice it.
"This shouldn't affect the medicinal effects of the exotic fruit, right?"
"Okay, let's do it that way!"
Thinking of this, Yang Zheng immediately took out a small bottle that he had prepared beforehand, which contained the pith of a whole exotic fruit.
After heating up the snow fungus soup, he hesitated for a moment before pouring it in.
"How much should we pour? One pill is definitely not enough. Let's pour half first. If it works, we can give the other half to Father next time."
Thinking of this, Yang Zheng carefully poured out half of the fruit pulp, then quickly stirred it until the dark red fruit pulp and the dark red, thick snow fungus soup were completely blended together before he stopped.
Looking at it now, this bowl of red date and snow fungus soup with added exotic fruit pulp doesn't seem to have changed much from before.
The color is a little darker, but most people wouldn't notice. They would just assume that too many red dates were added, which is why it turned so dark red.
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