The community is the most difficult place to deal with residents' cars, send patients, pick up discharged patients, buy groceries, deliver groceries, check temperatures and other chores every day, and it is inevitable that there will be some quarrels and curses. Lu students said, this period of time, really met a variety of strange people and things, every day he will be some of the tug of war, shot into a small video sent to our classmates group.
Yesterday, Lu took the initiative to find me, said: "You should write about those old people, this is my month, the most touched by the crowd. The elderly do not have a cell phone, will not group purchase food, and even many do not read the news, not clear what is happening, the daily epidemic to which point. Especially in the early days, a lot of people are confused sick, and part of the people thought it was a cold."
Lu is responsible for an old neighborhood, a neighborhood where there are many places like urban villages. Most of these houses were built in the sixties and seventies, and almost all of them are low bungalows, with the occasional three or four stories high. This kind of place, there is no unified community front door and back door, closed up is also very difficult, the current use of the "fencing" approach. What is fencing? With some iron plates, scrap bicycles, etc. to block the intersection.
Lu told me a lot of stories about the elderly, and the one that impressed me the most was the story of an old lady named Chen.
The first person I used to tell the story of Chen's grandmother was Lu -
On February 12, the tenth day of the community immersion, I went to the door-to-door inspection as usual. On the way, I met an old couple, about eighty years old by the looks of it, and their hair was all gray.
Now all around the empty, looking at them hand in hand, I suddenly feel quite beautiful, but also a little moved, I slowed down, asked them if they need help to carry a little food. At that time, the neighborhood is not completely closed, a few people will continue to wear a mask out to go to the neighborhood to buy food.
In this way, I got to know the old couple, the grandmother surnamed Chen, father surnamed Wang. Mrs. Chen was more talkative, she told us that she and her husband had been married for 61 years, and that daddy had cancer for a year and had Alzheimer's disease. They gave birth to three sons, married three daughters-in-law, three families a *** gave birth to five grandchildren.
Because of Alzheimer's disease, Daddy Wang on the names of his children and grandchildren, do not remember, but about Mrs. Chen's many, he clearly remembered, he can say that Mrs. Chen's name is Chen Xiujuan, remember that he was 22 years old, married Mrs. Chen, remember that Mrs. Chen is the first nine days of March in the lunar calendar, remember that the day Mrs. Chen married him, gave him a red cotton handkerchief, and the two people ate a bowl of Beef noodle.
In Daddy Wang's memory, there are no children and no time. It seems that it was only a short time ago that he married Mrs. Chen, and he was always smiling and holding her hand, saying, "This is my lover, I want to be good to her."
Later, the neighborhood was completely closed, and I forgot to care about the old couple because I was too busy.
On March 3, Mrs. Chen called to say that Father Wang's recent condition is getting heavier day by day, and hoped that we could deliver some vegetables to the door. Mrs. Chen said with some embarrassment, "We don't know how to buy food on the Internet, and we don't have WeChat."
The next day, I carried the dishes to Mrs. Chen's home, Father Wang lying in bed, looking very weak. I asked why not go to the hospital, or should I go to the hospital, Mrs. Chen said, he had terminal cancer, there was little hope. Because of the epidemic, chemotherapy has also been interrupted for more than a month, go to the hospital and what?
I asked Mrs. Chen what there was that I could help do. At this time, Daddy Wang said vaguely, "I want to eat a piece of pork."
At that time, I had a sore nose.
Mrs. Chen said that since Fengcheng, the price of food is expensive, meat is even more expensive (a while ago, pork are 70 yuan a catty) and the lack of supplies, the two of them have not eaten meat for a long time. Later, simply the neighborhood is also closed, the pair of elderly people completely isolated from the outside world, do not know how to buy food.
I asked, "What about your three sons? You can actually ask them to order vegetables and meat online and send them over."
In the district I'm in charge of, almost all the elderly, don't have WeChat, don't know how to pay online, and don't know how to do all kinds of group purchases, because the children are also segregated in other neighborhoods, and can't send food to their parents. The children then group-buy food on WeChat, fill in the parents' address and phone number, and let people come to deliver.
Mrs. Chen said, "The sons do not care ......"
I was a little angry, the old people have a lifetime of painstakingly raised three children, how to meet such a big disaster, do not care about the parents?
"I'll call them." I said.
Mrs. Chen probably felt that the family's shame could not be publicized, and she had the same face-saving energy that many traditional Chinese women have, and refused to let me make the call.
But after I kept asking, my mother-in-law handed me her cell phone. What I didn't expect was that I called three sons' cell phones in a row, and the eldest son said he didn't have any pork to eat, so he really couldn't care less. The second son, I called four times, no one answered. The younger son said, he lives in Shanghai, wh things, how to buy, he is really not clear, can only go to try. Speaking of which, the youngest son also said, "Give me my parents' address, if I buy it, directly fill in their address."
I felt a chill and asked, "You don't even remember your parents' address?"
"I work around, get up early and go around to make a living, there are too many things to worry about, who remembers this?" The youngest son said.
"Do you know that your father is seriously ill?" I asked in a bad tone.
"Got cancer, the gods can't help." He said.
Looking at Mrs. Chen's sad face, I said, "I'll go buy you pork."
The next day, early in the morning I sent the pork to Mrs. Chen's home, I again suggested to go to the hospital, the old lady shook his head and said he did not want to go to the hospital, just want me to stay with him.
In the afternoon of the same day, Mrs. Chen called me to say that Daddy Wang just left, and at noon ate a piece of braised pork she burned, saying, "Yummy."
Holding a cell phone, I am a man in his thirties and forties, can not stop shedding tears. The fragility of life is beyond our imagination.
I called byg's car and took away Daddy Wang.
Mrs. Chen has been standing there, watching byg the car, she did not bawl, just stood there quietly, or she has long done enough psychological preparation, or this life, has looked down on life and death. Early spring, still cold, Granny Chen wearing a cotton jacket, can not block her thin and thin body.
I said to my mother-in-law, "I'd like to live in my son's house. You're old and you're alone, so you can't live alone anymore."
Mrs. Chen did not answer my question directly, she took out an old smartphone, the camera stored some photos. She opened the album and showed me a group photo. On the group photo, there were about two dozen old aunts, flamboyantly dancing in the square.
Mrs. Chen said, "Two years ago, I would go and dance with them. Later, when Lao Wang was sick, I stopped going and took care of him wholeheartedly. We have 23 aunts in this dance team, just this month, I heard that 3 have gone."
I don't know what to say. In this spring many people are without moms and dads.
Mrs. Chen's answer, I understand, she means that life and death has long been indifferent, and what difference does it make who you follow to live your life? What's more, it's not up to her to decide whether or not to live with her son.