The sun rises and the moon sets, and the night passes quickly.
As soon as the sky was getting light, Feng Yijia, who had been tossing and turning all night, got up, washed, cooked, and packed up.
It was the first time in decades that Feng Yijiajia had left the mountains and entered the city. Having experienced life and death, he couldn't help but feel excited.
Even though she had seen the various aspects of the outside world countless times on TV.
After we had eaten and drunk our fill and everything was ready, the sun had just begun to show its orange face from the top of the dark green mountains.
The neighbors on both sides are calling for breakfast.
It was too early. Feng Yijia looked at the full backpack on the ground and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.
I am barely in my forties, but I act like a girl in her teens, not steady at all.
Thinking of what Xu Xiuping said that they would not leave too early, he simply went back to the room, lay down on the bed and took a nap.
In the Zhang family courtyard, almost all the families in the village came to see them off early in the morning, carrying chickens, ducks, eggs and other things.
Doctor Zhang has been treating patients and saving lives in the village over the years. He charges a little money for medicine from the rich, and a handful of vegetables or two kilograms of corn as consultation fee for the poor. Most of the time, he even pays for the medicine himself.
The villagers all remembered this, and those who were a little bit relieved at this time took out what they thought were the best things in their homes and gave them away.
The sounds of people talking and the clucking of chickens and ducks merged into one, making it as lively as a newly-opened farmers' market.
Xu Xiuping felt both happy and helpless.
She was glad that her husband's actions over the years were recognized and appreciated, but she had no choice but to take the chickens and ducks in the yard that she couldn't get rid of to the city, making her family look like a small poultry vendor.
But we can't waste other people's kindness.
After seeing off the villagers who came to visit one after another, Zhang Jing'an went out and borrowed an ox cart before he could arrange the dozens of chickens and ducks.
For this reason, the number of ox carts used to send the family of three out of the mountain increased from two, and the number of villagers driving the carts increased from two to three.
Feng Yijia slept for a while in a daze, and when he woke up, the sun was already hanging low over his head.
Seeing that it was getting late, he got up, tidied himself up a little, and went out to Zhang's house with his backpack on his back.
I met a lot of people along the way. Maybe I was used to coming in and out in front of the villagers these days.
When they meet each other, they don’t talk or say hello, but they don’t feel awkward when looking into each other’s eyes.
Everyone should do their own thing and go their own way.
Feng Yijia walked calmly to Zhang's house and happened to run into the Meng Anrong couple and Meng Le, who felt ashamed after returning to the village and had been hiding at home and rarely going out.
The old couple were carrying things in their hands, including a big rooster with bright red feathers and two packages of fried cakes wrapped in banana leaves.
From a distance you can smell the aroma of oil and wheat mixed together.
It goes without saying that this is a farewell to the Zhang family.
When several people faced each other, they all stopped.
Feng Yijia looked at the three of them calmly. Meng Anrong seemed to be sick.
His wrinkled face was abnormally sallow, and his hand holding the fried pancake trembled unconsciously, causing the pancake to shake up and down and left and right.
Old Mrs. Li was in good condition, except for two big blisters at the corners of her mouth. Her hands, with bulging veins, were holding a rooster in one hand and Meng Le in the other. She still had the energy to use her gaze as a sharp sword, stabbing herself with it.
The lips opened and closed silently as if saying "fox spirit".
Feng Yijia felt nothing in her heart. Most parents in the world were like this. If their own children were not good, it must be because they were taught and seduced by others. Their own children were innocent and ignorant and were led astray.
She glanced at Old Lady Li indifferently, then turned her gaze to Meng Le.
The last time I remember seeing Meng Le was when he graduated from college and married a beautiful, rich classmate. He brought his new wife back to visit his grandparents' graves.
That high-spirited, handsome and elegant look had nothing to do with the listless little kid in front of him.
The child was very sensitive and felt that the atmosphere was not right. He looked at his grandparents and then at Feng Yijia anxiously, pursing his lips and saying nothing.
As they looked at each other silently, Xu Xiuping came out of the room and pressed her head with her hand. It was obvious that she was also a little troubled by the scene in front of her.
Feng Yijia knew that it was a period of severe crackdown and that it was unlikely that two of the imprisoned Meng family members would survive. Feeling that they had avenged themselves, they magnanimously decided not to argue with others and took the initiative to say, "Auntie, I just came to see how long it would take for you to leave?"
Xu Xiuping replied awkwardly, "It will be a while, I can't tell the exact time.
How about we call you when we leave later?"
The two sides now have a deep hatred for each other, and she, as an outsider, feels awkward when they get together.
Feng Yijia didn't want to stay and glare at the old man, it would be useless and hurtless.
I simply responded: "Okay, then I'll go back and wait!"
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked back without waiting for anyone to respond.
Xu Xiuping hurried over a few steps, grabbed the backpack on the man's back, and said in an embarrassed and slightly flattering tone: "Just go back, and leave the backpack on the ox cart for you, so you don't have to carry it back and forth!"
Feng Yijia readily took down the backpack and went home.
Xu Xiuping watched the people walk away, then turned around and led Meng Anrong and the other two into the house.
As he walked, he looked at Meng Anrong and asked, "Why hasn't Uncle Meng recovered yet?
Didn’t you take the medicine on time?”
Meng Anrong gasped and replied, "I'm old and useless now. The medicine won't help much!"
Old Lady Li next to him interrupted in a hoarse voice, "I committed sins in my previous life, and in this life I have a bunch of useless children and grandchildren who can't eat or sleep.
What medicine can work?
If Meng Le wasn't still young, we two old men would have wanted to close our eyes, kick our legs, and die as soon as possible! "
This is true. Xu Xiuping feels that if she had children and grandchildren like that, she would want to die early.
But you can't reply like that.
She comforted him, "Nothing is more important than your own health, don't worry so much.
You also have Meng Ping and Meng Le. Not only is Meng Le still young, but Meng Ping is a filial and sensible child.
When he recovers, I can watch him get married, have children, and raise great-grandchildren!"
When the Meng Anrong couple heard this, their expressions did not look much better.
The palms and backs of their hands were all flesh, and most of the palms were rotten. The little good flesh left couldn't stop them from suffering.
As they were talking, they entered the yard and each found a stool to sit on.
Zhang Jing'an and his son tied up the things on the ox cart and came over to take Meng Anrong's pulse.
After that, he sighed and wrote a new prescription and got the medicine.
Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine, but it seems that there is no heart medicine for Mr. Meng.
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