I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

Aunt Lu’s son Xiang Peng hung up the phone and found that Aunt Lu was nowhere to be found.

Ever since Aunt Lu was diagnosed, he has been worried all day long.

I set up a small bed in Aunt Lu's room and watched over her at night.

Someone must stay at home during the day to ensure that Aunt Lu does not leave the sight.

I was afraid that the old man would sneak out of the house by himself.

He took a long vacation and stayed at home with Aunt Lu until the situation stabilized.

No one in the family talked about Aunt Lu's illness. They just tried every way to comfort her and keep her calm.

Aunt Lu is 70 years old this year, and Xiang Peng is unemployed again in middle age.

He has elderly parents above him and a son who needs to start a family below him, and he is not very successful in his career.

As his son was getting ready to get married, he found another job and was very busy at home, so he neglected to take care of Aunt Lu.

Until I noticed that Aunt Lu would stare at one place for a long time without saying a word.

They didn't think there was anything wrong at the time, thinking that the old lady was too lonely, and they also said that they would take Aunt Lu out for a walk after they were done with their busy schedule.

The day before Aunt Lu was diagnosed, she was still quietly painting Chinese paintings.

Afterwards, she developed significant memory problems.

Frequently ask family members:

"who are you?"

"What is your name?"

After each explanation, Aunt Lu would write it down in her notebook. So far, she has written Xiang Peng's name 26 times in her notebook.

Looking at the empty room, Xiang Peng's heartbeat suddenly quickened. He stood up and looked around: "Mom, where have you been?"

"Do you want to play hide and seek? Don't hide behind the door, it's dangerous."

He searched room by room and finally looked at the closed door.

"Mom, I washed the fruit for you, come out and eat the fruit."

There was a sound of curtains being drawn in the living room. Xiang Peng looked back and found Aunt Lu wrapped in a bed sheet, dressed like a Peking Opera actress.

Xiang Peng knew that Aunt Lu’s memory was confused again.

She probably thinks now that she is the same age as when she performed on stage with the troupe.

Aunt Lu used to be a farmer and sang Peking opera as a hobby. Later, she traveled around the country with a folk troupe, where she met her husband, who also sang Peking opera. She gave birth to Xiang Peng, and the two of them saved up money for his school tuition by performing one opera after another.

Aunt Lu’s husband passed away a year ago and she has not sung opera since then.

I always sit alone in silence, looking at the dusty costumes.

Sometimes I would play Peking Opera excerpts on the radio and cry while listening.

Finally, Xiang Peng couldn't stand it anymore and secretly hid the radio.

He enrolled Aunt Lu in the senior citizens' university because he wanted her to go out and interact with more people, for fear that she would get sick from being cooped up.

During the school performance on the Double Ninth Festival, Aunt Lu expressed her desire to sing Peking Opera. Xiang Peng thought Aunt Lu had already come out, and happily began to put makeup on her and find costumes for her.

The play was indeed wonderful, and reminded him of his childhood when he would run around with his parents in the theater troupe, huddled in a makeshift shed and watch the stage from afar.

But after singing the Double Ninth Festival play, Aunt Lu became even quieter than before.

Just like flowers cut from branches, even if they are placed in a vase and carefully cared for, they will eventually wither and rot.

The show has already started, there is no reason to stop.

Aunt Lu was immersed in the song, her eyes full of emotion, and she was singing "Sanjia Store".

A few classic verses were coming out of her melodious voice.

"A mother's child is her flesh and blood, and she worries about her child no matter how far away he is."

"A son misses his mother so much that he can't kowtow. A mother misses her son so much that she sheds tears."

Xiang Peng stood there in a daze. He had been listening to operas since he was a child, so of course he knew the profound meaning of this excerpt.

This passage in "Sanjiadian" is a son's words of gratitude to his mother, and it is also his father's specialty.

Aunt Lu sang this song for her son, and also to remember the deceased.

"Fuxiang, why do you become younger?" Aunt Lu suddenly ran out from behind the curtains and grabbed Xiang Peng's hand.

Fuxiang is the name of Xiang Peng's father.

Xiang Peng looked at Aunt Lu, who had a confused and expectant look in her eyes, and suddenly choked up: "Mom, I'm Xiang Peng, your son."

"You clearly said I don't look like my dad."

"Who is Xiang Peng?" Aunt Lu stretched out her hand in confusion, wanting to touch him but feeling a little hesitant.

Xiang Peng held Aunt Lu's rough, calloused hand and placed it on his wrinkled face.

"I am your son and you are my mother."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know me. You will remember me slowly. You can trust me."

Aunt Lu pulled her hand away and walked to the table. "If you don't remember, write it down."

She talked to herself and wrote Xiang Peng's name in the notebook for the 27th time.

Xiang Peng just calmly poured the water and took the medicine.

"Mom, it's time to take medicine."

"I got better quickly after taking the medicine."

Aunt Lu slapped the pills away angrily, "I'm not sick, I don't need to take medicine."

"Stay away from me and don't try to hurt me."

Xiang Peng took a new pill, opened Aunt Lu's hand and put it into her palm, "This time it's not medicine, it's sweet, you try it."

After he said that, he turned and hid in the kitchen, leaving the door a crack and observing secretly.

After he left, Aunt Lu put the pill into her mouth doubtfully, frowned with bitterness, and took a big gulp of water.

Xiang Peng then laughed out loud, "You're becoming more and more like a child."

Faced with the fact that no one knows when Aunt Lu will fall ill, Xiang Peng has been able to deal with it very calmly.

He has cried and broken down, but life still has to go on.

His wife worked as a helper in a nearby restaurant. When she came back in the evening, she heard that the president of the senior citizens' university would come to visit their home in a few days.

"This is a good thing. We also want to thank the principal and the school doctor."

"If it hadn't been discovered in time, Mom's condition would have gotten worse."

"Do you think I should prepare something? Let's invite the principal to dinner."

"Look at my memory. I'll tidy up the house first. We have guests coming tomorrow and it won't look good if it's too messy."

"Give our mom a bath and a change of clothes when you're done."

Xiang Peng silently held his wife's hand.

From the time Aunt Lu was diagnosed to now, his wife's hair has turned white with worry.

She even comforted him: "Don't think too much. Taking good care of mom is better than anything else."

"There's a saying on the internet that the later in life, the more children behave like. I'm just raising my mother all over again."

"Although living conditions were not good before, my parents still raised me healthy. Their patience and concern for me were not even one-tenth of what I do now," Xiang Peng sighed.

Aunt Lu was a very good mother. She raised him well and later helped them take care of their children. She worked hard for most of her life.

He fell ill at an age when he should be enjoying his retirement.

It was too late to regret, Xiang Peng secretly made up his mind to make Aunt Lu happy every day from now on.

Xiang Peng's son also came back with his girlfriend.

The two of them chatted with Aunt Lu.

Aunt Lu's condition has improved and she can recognize people. She held the hands of the two young people and said, "You will definitely be happy."

The atmosphere seemed less heavy.