Dangerous game

Jiangbei, who is over [-] years old, is looking forward to the last TV show, the old man Zhang who did morning exercises with him in the community. I heard that he was the curator of the city cultural center before retiring, and he was invited to give speeches on TV from time to time. White shirt, small Waistcoat, oiled hair, and an "artist" look.Not to mention Shen Munan, who stinks of copper all over his body, and was awarded an "Outstanding Entrepreneur in Beishi" the year before last. The reporters came to the house with their cameras on their shoulders.

On the other hand, he has carved wood for most of his life and is famous, but no one invites him to appear on TV, and he has never had a chance to wear the cool suit that his daughter customized for him.

Jiang Bei was doing Tai Chi in the garden, and just after reaching the third pose, the white crane spread its wings, and Zhou Zhou came out of the villa, "Dad, where did you put the blood pressure monitor?"

"It's in the room, look for it carefully."

Zhou Zhou had nothing to do with this old child, and would always be awkward. Her father Shen would give way again and again, but Jiang Bei would not go down the steps. He had to wait until his anger subsided.This time it was a hidden blood pressure monitor, what did it do last time, I dropped the cup Shen Munan was making tea in, the last time... I can't remember.

"Don't think I don't know." Zhou Zhou said with a smile.

Jiang Bei slowed down and refused to admit it: "What do you know, he always favors that bad old man and doesn't care about me."

"Okay," Zhou Zhou glanced at Jiang Bei, and said tentatively, "Then I'll buy another blood pressure monitor for Father Shen later, the most expensive one."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Bei called Zhou Zhou.

Zhouzhou suppressed his smile and turned around slowly: "What's the matter?"

"I remember where to put it." Jiang Bei walked over and stared at Zhouzhou, "I've raised you for nothing, so I know I'm going to him."

The little old man was arrogant and arrogant, he went to the cabinet in the living room and rummaged a few times, hey, it was hidden really deep, and there was a plastic bag on the outside of the instrument, who could find it.

"Take it." Jiang Bei snatched the newspaper from Shen Munan's hand, and stared at his wife with a livid face, "I see a presbyopia, I still read it!"

Zhouzhou sat next to Shen Munan, and pulled Jiangbei to sit down with him, "Dad, measure it first."

Jiang Bei grabbed the newspaper to cover his face, pretending to read: "I don't measure."

Shen Munan and his daughter are not surprised, they have been used to Jiangbei's bad temper for so many years, Zhouzhou said: "Dawen rests today, I will ask him to take you two to the Second Hospital for a cancer screening, I will call Dean Gu there Greeted."

"It's fine, why go to the hospital." Shen Munan said.

"Don't take it seriously, grandpa just got delayed." The grandpa that Zhou Zhou said was "Father Shen". At the age of 73, he was diagnosed with rectal cancer and passed away within a few months.

Jiang Bei secretly listened, looking for the right opportunity to join Shen Munan in the army: "You have to listen to what my daughter says, asking questions, it's annoying to death."

Shen Munan turned him into an army: "I haven't reached seventy yet, so I didn't ask for you."

"Oh, I'm taking advantage of you again." Jiang Bei told him.

"Forget it, I won't talk to you." Shen Munan has always been a set of "good men don't fight with villains" theory, and let Jiangbei make his own way, so he won't be able to poke a hole in his family, right? .

"Grandpa, grandpa, chug chug." A boy about eight or nine years old ran down from upstairs, holding a mechanism-□□-shaped one-to-one ratio on his chest, which was about the size of the real thing.

Jiang Bei cooperatively raised his hands over his shoulders in a gesture of surrender.

Shen Munan's expression darkened: "Who bought him the gun?"

Jiang Bei was proud: "I bought it for my good grandson."

"Unlearned and incompetent."

"Wei Haochen!" Zhou Zhou also got angry, children are the most spoiled, "Throw down the gun, go back to your room and do your homework, your father will check when he comes back."

"Oh." The boy named Wei Haochen reluctantly put down his gun, and winked at Jiangbei as he left.

After a while, the grandparents and grandson hooked up together and hid in the room to share a piece of milk cake, which was freshly baked in the kitchen.

"Grandpa, is it delicious?" the boy asked.

Jiang Bei took another mouthful and said, "It's delicious."

The boy snatched back the remaining half of the cake: "You can't eat the last bite."

"You little brat, you're still in charge of me now."

***

"Does your shoulder still hurt?" Shen Munan took off his shoes and got on the bed, "Turn around, I'll give you a squeeze."

Jiang Bei turned around, and Shen Munan kneaded loosely, "Is it okay?"

"Move to the right."

"here?"

"Up, a little bit higher, hey, it's here."

Shen Munan increased his strength.

Jiang Bei twisted his shoulders and stretched a few times: "Okay, stop knocking. I want to ask you something, who is the guy who asked you out to play golf?"

"Just a friend."

"Friend? You're disrespectful even when you're old."

"What nonsense." Shen Munan laughed.Laugh lines spread along the corners of his eyes. Although he is old, he looks upright and has a straight figure. He occasionally dresses up in a suit and tie, and his charm is no less than when he was young.

"Be careful if the boat capsizes in the gutter, my daughter thinks you are ashamed."

"If I want to think about it, I've done it a long time ago. Someone asked me before, why did you find someone so old, and I said no way, I just like to gnaw on old bark."

"Go." Jiang Bei pursed his lips and smiled, two of his lower teeth were missing, and the wind leaked, "I'll show you what you can do, and give me a pat on the back."

The whole family would go to Seoul every Qingming Festival. Zhouzhou called him Uncle Zhou, and he had been called Uncle Zhou for decades.The county seat is small and the population is outflowing frequently. It has almost become an empty city for the elderly to guard their nests.

It was raining again this year, and flower vendors outside the cemetery occupied positions on both sides of the [-]-[-]-meter-wide concrete road. Vehicles moved forward at a tortoise speed, and traffic police were directing in the middle of the road.

There is a bunch of chrysanthemums placed in front of Zhou Ming's stele. It seems that Zhou Yang has been here. Jiang Bei tremblingly placed the bunch of chrysanthemums he brought on it. They will be reunited underground in a few years.

A few drops of old tears overflowed from the wrinkled eye sockets, Jiang Bei wiped them with the handkerchief he carried with him, and walked out of the cemetery step by step with his back bent.

"If you don't pay attention, you will disappear. It's still raining outside, and I don't know how to hold an umbrella." Zhou Zhou put a cardigan on her arm, and she put it on Jiang Bei, "Try it, it fits, I went shopping the day before yesterday Bought it, I forgot to bring it to you, and kept it on the car.”

"Does your father Shen have one too?"

"I only bought it for you alone, and Dad Shen didn't. Dad, you said you are quite old, why are you so young?" Zhou Zhou buttoned Jiang Bei's coat, turned around and commanded his little brat, "Wei Haochen, go to the car and get your grandfather's crutches."

"His clothes are stuffed into a closet, more than me, so you are not allowed to buy them for him."

"Okay, okay, go and stay in the car, I'll go over to see Uncle Zhou in a while."

Looking back, it is raining all over the sky, and the surrounding green trees are evergreen. It has been as lush as ever for 30 years, and it is not like a human being, and it is aging day by day.When he was young, he had a straight back and a vigorous walk, but now he is a little old man with a shambling gait, even using a cane.

No wonder people in the world tend to age easily, and when Qingshan also had gray heads, the artist Jiangbei was already in his seventies.

The author has something to say: It’s finally over, thank you for your support, I must work harder in the future (muscle