Mr. Alzheimer's

"Come on, drink—" Old man Qi is an alcoholic, and the others also want to have a drink. Everyone is happy. One is that Pei Yang was discharged from the hospital smoothly, and the other is that his Alzheimer's disease has hope.

Pei Yang could only look at it, but he couldn't touch it. The doctor said that he had better not touch alcohol for a year, so as to avoid the catalytic effect on Alzheimer's disease.

When everyone was pouring wine, Fu Shuzhuo was squeezing the juice, and Pei Yuji yelled, "We bought it!"

Fu Shuzhuo pressed the juicer with downcast eyes: "I just got out of the hospital and drank something fresh."

Pei Si shook his head with a slight smile: "You just get used to him."

Pei Yang blushed under the teasing gazes, and the little vanity in his heart was completely satisfied.

The watermelon juice that Fu Shuzhuo squeezed for him did not put ice cubes: "The watermelon has been iced all afternoon, and it is already very cold."

Pei Yang took a sip obediently: "It's so sweet."

Fu Shuzhuo: "Today, there is a limit of two cups, if you drink too much, you will have diarrhea."

Two cups sounds like a lot, but Pei Yang feels that he can finish this cup in three sips.

It was really the first time that the family was so lively. Although they had many friends, neither Pei Yang nor Fu Shuzhuo liked to bring them home. They felt that "home" was a private world that belonged exclusively to them.

All the dishes on the table were adapted to the taste of Pei Yang who had just been discharged from the hospital. There were only two or three heavy dishes, one with spicy oil sausage, one with stir-fried seafood, and fish head with chopped pepper.

Everyone chatted and laughed, chatted about everything, from family trivialities to astronomy and geography to country/issues, and everything was mentioned.

Pei Yang didn't want to get involved, so he just kept staring at the food. After being hospitalized for so long, he was finally able to act recklessly.

Fu Shuzhuo poured himself a glass of plain water while drinking with them. At first, everyone didn't know what it was for, but soon they knew.

"Want to eat?" Fu Shuzhuo picked up a piece of fat sausage.

Pei Yang nodded attentively.

Fu Shuzhuo lowered his voice and said, "It sounds nice."

Pei Yang cheekily shouted: "Honey, please."

"..."

Ever since waking up from the operation and screaming too much, Pei Yang felt that the title "husband" was nothing, and it would benefit him if he called it, sometimes Fu Shuzhuo couldn't restrain himself when he heard it, so why not?It's just a title, and he won't lose a piece of meat.

The main reason is that he didn't dare to eat the fat sausage by himself, it was full of spicy oil, and Pei Zhiliang would definitely stare at him, not to mention others.

Fu Shuzhuo caught it, but he put it in the boiled water aside to rinse it.

Pei Yang's heart ached when he saw it: "Keep some taste~"

Fu Shuzhuo couldn't help laughing, and reluctantly left a little spicy taste in his bowl.In normal times, you might just feed it directly, but now that there are elders present, you have to be more or less careful.

Pei Yuji apologized to everyone: "I'll drink less, I have to see a client tomorrow."

Pei Zhiliang nodded, and said in a muffled voice for a while, "Xiao Fu has a bad stomach, so drink less."

Fu Shuzhuo agreed, but he didn't intend to drink too much, after all he had to take care of Pei Yang.

What Pei Yuji meant was that he paid to find a nurse or aunt to help, but Fu Shuzhuo refused because he could take care of him and Pei Yang didn't like being touched by outsiders.

After drinking for three rounds, everyone else was drunk, and only old man Qi became more and more excited as he drank, and caught the drunk Pei Zhiliang bragging.

While Fu Shuzhuo was putting away the bowls, Pei Yang practiced manipulating the wheelchair in the corridor and living room, and Zhuo Zhuo was lying in his arms and purring.

"Go find your father."

"Meow~"

Pei Yang snorted and said, "Don't look at me as half-disabled now, then you are not allowed to seduce him."

"Meow~" Zhuo Zhuo spread his belly on him, as if he was acting like a baby.

Pei Yang stretched out his hand to touch it, it was soft, he was careful not to use force for fear of breaking the cat.But Zhuo Zhuo enjoys it very much, snoring like a tractor.

Pei Yang couldn't help but think about his childhood.

He has stomach sensitivity since he was a child, and he will feel uncomfortable if he eats too much, but he loves to eat. Every time he feels uncomfortable after eating, his mother will touch his stomach with those not generous hands, and the palms are hot. , and gradually it will not feel uncomfortable.

If he was really a cat, he would have purred at that time, just like Zhuo Zhuo now.

Suddenly there was a piece of paper in front of him.

Pei Yang was taken aback, only to feel tears running down his face.

Pei Siwei pushed him to the balcony, found a chair and sat down: "Missing mom?"

Pei Yang opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

"Sometimes I also miss her very much, the feeling of my mother hugging me, and the way my mother speaks softly." Pei Si smiled, "I also miss the noodles she made. After my mother left, I never ate them again. Similar taste."

Pei Yang didn't make a sound, but tears were already streaming down his face.

Pei Siwei didn't coax him either: "Later, I thought, maybe it's not that the taste of noodles is so special, no matter how delicious it is, it's just a bowl of noodles, it's just because the person who made it is my mother, so we gave it a special taste. smell."

"Other things too." Pei Siwei held her chin, and although the memory was full of sadness, she smiled, "After death, every word, every hug, every tender moment that mother said to us became different. No matter how ordinary, death endows them with a sacred meaning, making you feel nostalgic... want to cry every time you think of them."

Just like the current Pei Yang, he has been stuck in this stage and can't get out no matter what.

Pei Siwei raised his hand to wipe his tears, in the blurred vision, Pei Siwei's face seemed to overlap with his mother's when he was young for a moment.

"Pei Yang, everyone is mortal. One day, I will die, as will my father and elder brother, and so will Fu Shuzhuo and you."

Pei Yang's heart trembled.

Pei Siwei: "Death does not mean the end. As long as there are people who remember, she will live forever. What we have to do is not to be stuck in the past and regret, but to move forward with the dead."

"Pei Yang, mom is very important to us, but the people who are still alive are also very important. Dad, me, brother, and Fu Shuzhuo, whom you like so much. Only when you live better can mom feel relieved."

Pei Yang was sitting in a wheelchair with a broken leg and a wound on his head. He looked in a state of embarrassment. Apart from the tears all over his face, there was an uncontrollable scream like a small animal in his throat.

"me……"

Pei Siwei: "When my mother just passed away, I felt that it was very unreal. During that time, I was in a trance, and my work was not going well. I was afraid that you would be sad with me, so I didn't say anything."

"So I often went to see my mother. Every time I sat in front of the grave and talked to her, I felt a lot more relaxed, because no matter what I said, she would always look at me with a smile like before."

Pei Yang twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to say that of course, the people in the posthumous photos are always smiling, and even Mother Pei couldn't find a serious photo.

"If you miss your mother, you can visit her as often as I do. It's no big deal, who is not a mother anymore." Pei Siwei joked, "By the way, express your thoughts that you haven't had time to express. , Mom will hear."

"You have to take her to see the future that Mom has no time to visit."

When Fu Shuzhuo found him, Pei Yang was still crying, Pei Siwei got up when he saw it, patted him on the shoulder and walked away.

Fu Shuzhuo squatted down in front of Pei Yang, without asking, he knew it was because of Pei's mother.

Pei Yang choked up and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Look how beautiful our kitten is when it cries." Fu Shuzhuo stroked his poking head, "It's also handsome when it cries, handsome and cool."

Pei Yang: "...you go."

"Isn't the kitten going to cry even more when I'm gone?"

Pei Yang stared at him, if it wasn't for the injury on his head, he would have killed Fu Shuzhuo.

Fu Shuzhuo kissed his eyes: "After crying, let's wash our face and send them off?"

Pei Yang choked out an "um" in his throat.

Qi Heyue, his son, and Cheng Yao all wanted to go home, and the distance was not far away, so Fu Shuzhuo asked the driver to take them back.

Both Pei Yuji and Pei Siwei stayed here. Although the house was a large flat, there were few rooms, so Pei Yuji and Pei Zhiliang could only live in the same room, and Pei Siwei lived in the same room.

Lifting the drunk Pei Zhiliang to the bed, the energetic old man patted Pei Yang's head: "If you're bored of recovering from your injuries, you can hang out with me more and play chess with me, an old man."

Pei Yang sniffed and hummed: "Slow down on the road and drink less."

"Understood, why are you nagging like Xiaoyue now." Old man Qi clicked his tongue, "Let's go, don't send it off."

Cheng Yao endured the meal, touched Pei Yang's head, and stopped in time before he got angry: "I'll bring you pig's trotter soup tomorrow, it's a new product in the store, super fresh."

Qi Heyue followed with a smile, and also touched Pei Yang's head.

"..." Yuancun is really Superman's favorite.

Fu Shuzhuo took Pei Yang back to the bathroom, because he bought a disabled seat in advance, so it is quite convenient to take a bath, and his legs and head don't touch the water. At that time, the internal organs were also operated on in the car accident, and the injuries were all minimally invasive. It's almost healed, just don't rinse it all the time.

Fu Shuzhuo smiled: "The little cat is very energetic."

Pei Yang couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to twist: "Touch it."

Fu Shuzhuo pressed his waist: "How do you touch it? Hand... or mouth?"

Pei Yang was stunned, blushing uncontrollably, and said slowly, "The former is very good, but it's even better if you can talk..."

Fu Shuzhuo held back his laughter for a long time, and satisfied the kitten's little kitten.He raised his eyes and smiled, like a fox in the eyes of Pei Yang who was dazzled by being served: "Hey, how many words have I written in my letter?"

Pei Yang woke up suddenly: "Forget, forget..."

"Will you write well tomorrow?"

Pei Yang was a little wronged: "What kind of letter do you want to coax me into writing a love letter, I've already written you one..."

"I know, Dad showed me."

Pei Yang was stunned.

"Although it was torn into pieces, I put it together and stuck it with tape. It should be preserved until old." Fu Shuzhuo kissed him and coaxed him warmly, "If you are worried, I will find a cultural relic preservationist. Entrust him to look after..."

"What kind of cultural relic is this..."

"Then find a safe and keep it. When I get old and can't walk anymore, you can take it out and read it to me, okay?"

"Okay..." Fu Shuzhuo's voice was more intoxicating than spirits. Pei Yang knew a long time ago that he plunged headfirst into the rich wine tank willingly, and never sobered up from the beginning to the end.