In winter, she would not allow me to send her out for fear of catching a cold. But I have always insisted on opening the lock of the gate, although she said many times not to be superfluous. The reason why I do this is to thank her after retirement did not enjoy the happiness at home, still in the small family contribution, in this way to remind themselves, do not forget her wind and rain hard work. "Do it for a few more years when your health is fine, and make a few bucks to supplement the family." The more polite I am, the more energetic Mrs. Dry, looks like the previously discussed sixty-five years old shoulder rest, I'm afraid to be postponed. Open the lock, in her urging in the sound of me and into the hot quilt, all of a sudden became a "warm father". Not long after the door "squeaked" a sound, Mrs. went out in the dark on the road. After a while, my cell phone rang a few times, this is her on the bus to the micro-group send good morning sound. She is not afraid of trouble, can be sent to the group a do not fall, three hundred and sixty-five days a year are like this.
Mrs. is a chief physician, I am the deputy director of the Chinese pharmacist, according to the retired salary is not low, she can sit at home and enjoy the old age. But we are accustomed to the days of big money, will not be thrifty, the end of the year inventory is always very little left. "Forget it, we'll try to save a little more for our retirement from next year onwards." She was always so kind to me. I often think that thanks to her this income, life is still living a loose life, otherwise I really do not know how stressful. Most women who take care of their families work hard, not to mention the fact that she is a doctor who sits in the specialist clinic three days a week, not to mention the intensity of her work is not too great, but it's a pity to waste the resources. In this way, in the caring voice of friends and family who meet to persuade her to stop going to work, the cold comes and goes, unknowingly after nine years.
In the summer I generally do not sleep back to sleep, unless there is something on the first night to go to bed late, to make up for dozing off. I'm like many retired old people who have nothing to hold on to, the first thing I do every day after opening my eyes is to lean back in bed and look at my cell phone. First browse the university group forwarded Feng webmaster home of the "three-minute news breakfast", to understand the domestic and international events; and then look at the late sleep of the "night owls" and woke up early to stay in bed "WeChat bugs"! Send on the group and the circle of friends of the soul chicken soup (never tired of sending how to live in old age) and travel around the mountains and small video (common a few wearing dark glasses in-laws like swallows like the wings of the beautiful photo); Finally, there are eight college students in the group to send a good morning greetings.
These twenty to thirty minutes is considered a prelude to the day, if nothing else, after the lady goes to work I will write something the size of a block of tofu, about seven to eight hundred words, a little longer than the elementary school five or six grades of students essay. Four or five dry words of prose when grasping at straws five or six days, lazy when a week or more, compared to get close to go. I like this easy 'style of writing, what I see and hear, what I think and realize, unrestrained like a stream with the tip of the pen naturally flow out. This is the hard work of writing and ink, is retired accidentally involved; but to my old age has added a lot of fun.
In August of two thousand one hundred and sixteen, I stumbled into Jiangshan by mistake. The first time I cast is a first before the imitation of the words written "Qin Yuanchun - summer news", it happens to be more familiar with the Tang poetry in the common eleven You rhyme, only one word out of the law. To encourage newcomers, I made an exception (at least five such poems) and accepted it. I did not know the depth of my next five so-called old style poems, because they do not meet the requirements of the meter were returned. It was only then that I realized that the poems that made a lot of noise in the high school and college groups and when my classmates were cheering were all limericks, and that the stuff of the grass-roots class could not make it to the grand hall of fame. I wanted to get my literary fix, so I submitted an essay instead, guessing that there was no special requirement for it. I found an article that was previously posted on the micro-group, and carefully revised it and threw it up. Jiangshan literature on the newcomer may be to encourage the main, the editor also said a few words of encouragement ambiguous words. Interested in ruffled up can not put away the hand, a serious dry up, every now and then there is always a new piece published. Only memories of my old mother's content has been written three or four times, but also feel that it is not enough. Once I accidentally found the title next to the blue beans, and then saw the "loner" article editorial teacher "congratulations plus fine (bright red beans)" comments, in addition to the unattainable masterpieces one by one, this is to know that the article has so much to say. Back to look at the first published five articles, are no beans light board. This shows that my level when I first entered the door of Jiangshan Literature is not worth mentioning. Luckily, I was unaware of it, otherwise, I might have backed out. There are a lot of things in life is like this, originally adhere to a little bit more may be successful, once the bud budging will be a lost cause. Climbing the grid a year is not wrong, there are sixteen (fifteen can be signed) articles won the fine, can be said to be rich. So there are literary associations invited me to be editors, reviewers and so on, I still have the dream of writing a long novel has not been realized, has not been moved. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I think I'm going to be able to do that.
Like literature is my youthful dream, only when I was young and friends together to think about the practice of writing love letters. I thought I'd read a lot of books and write them naturally, and I'd wait until I was retired before I started writing. Influenced by the literary styles of Zhu Ziqing, Wang Zengqi, and Lao She, I was attracted to prose. Zhu Ziqing and Yu Pingbo hand in hand with a tour of the Qin Tan River, and the same title ("Pulp sound and light in the shadow of the Qinhuai River") composition of the literary world, many years ago, I know, the beauty of the text to play many times. Because of my poor literary foundation, the beginning did not grasp the distinction between genres, simply cast in general terms, so that the system of editors to sub. Funny enough, novels, essays, essays column actually dyed in the wool. Later, I overlooked the editor's case, there is such a sentence: "This article is more like an essay when you look at it." I immediately felt hot face, no longer embarrassed to let the editorial teacher laboriously sorted. And because I could not stand the pain of conceptualizing short articles, I only tried to write a few articles, such as the novel "Shoe Change", "Old Wife", "Master Chen" and so on. But the bag has never received a fine red beans, how much more or less a little regret.
Probably the Lord deliberately play tricks on people, I used to be the director of the section when the most afraid to write a summary report, and now I do not know how, pen into chapter. Ten days ago I attended the wedding of the son of an old colleague, sitting next to another old colleague is using my cell phone to read my just published "Farewell, Yulong Island Garden". She said: "The work summary is fake, you can't write well; the prose is real, you can write." Is it a compliment or a flirtation? I do not know.
Not the season of heat and cold, the first alarm, I will get up to do breakfast. Or egg noodles, or meat and vegetable filled dumplings and so on. Mrs. likes to spend the morning at home, the mood to go to work. Summer days Mrs. not at home in the morning, I am lazy to cook. Not far from the neighborhood there is a Choi Hot Kee restaurant, do fried dough, noodle nests, cocktail dumplings of young people love their jobs, constantly yelling: "Choi Han Man authentic brand store, buy hot noodles, soup noodles, soup powder to send soybean milk ah!" The heat of the day at home to do a morning sweaty, but also can not save a few coins, not cost-effective. Send two dollars a cup of soybean milk is very attractive, the father and mother-in-law here are willing to walk a few steps; I also often go there to buy. This is the businessman to send concessions, not to take advantage of small advantages, not ugly. Hot dry noodles, soup noodles depending on the situation to eat, deep-fried a few days without repeating, bean skin ten days and a half months to buy a time. The average pull a day only spend six or seven dollars, and the breakfast and lunch together to solve the problem. People who do not work always do not feel hungry, so deal with the elderly in the minority. Or the day of the banquet, someone said I seem to have gained weight, no need to ask refers to my old face. The casual people do not have much to do, the house father can not be fat? In fact, I was fat when I was a child, when I was five years old to see the doctor's medical card on the bald photo and the "Little Soldier Zhang Gar" movie in the pudgy about the same, could it be that the skinny face of sixty years, back to the old man. Like a real beauty, despite worrying about the day to get gray head, once the children of adults easy, fade away the traces left by the years, half-aged women's charm will still hang on the eyebrow.
Buy breakfast is often put aside after the pen, anyway, the two meals together to eat, a little bit earlier, a little bit later does not matter, usually after nine o'clock to eat. In the morning, the heat did not come up, the electric fan turned a little tolerable, I like my childhood Hankou dad bare shoulders on the upper body, underneath the knee shorts, as hot, no gentleman, can not afford to do that much. One day the delivery man suddenly came to the door to replace the goods, I opened the door to the room busy not stumbling to say: "Excuse me, excuse me." By the way, stuffed a listen to Wang Lao Ji cans of tea to the sweaty hands of the courier. The handsome young man with glasses said, "I do this at home, too." He said as he exited.
Meal meals are often sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table, while eating and watching TV, quite cozy. Hubei Jing TV station back to play Friday's middle-aged and elderly dating program "Peach Blossom" is to see, no one entrusted me to help find an object, just from this window to understand the current middle-aged and elderly people changes in the three views of the one to one opening the house can not be added to the woman's name, who manages the money, etc., beyond the fifties, people have had the party's education to say that the words of the selfishness and self-interest. Sometimes I watched an hour and a half old movie, such as "The Sentinel of Yangcheng" for anti-special forces, "Never Fade Away" for underground work, "Today I Rest" for learning from Lei Feng and doing good deeds, and "Young People of Our Village" for building up a new mountain township, and other black-and-white movies in the fifties and sixties. I always remind myself not to get excited, the red-hot era and the passionate years are most likely to make one's blood boil (I have high blood pressure and am most afraid of blood rushing upwards). Often through the old film to evoke happy memories of childhood reading life, neighborhood past, no inspirational meaning. There are also times to look at the chess world, Han boundary Chu River, black and white world to read all the dry sails of the old man, the fine taste is also a unique flavor. As for the humanities and natural things on TV, not to mention that there are many days, there is plenty of time to kill. Plus, like my wife, I don't play mahjong, don't dance, don't gossip and cool off, and I don't really like to go out and play in the mountains. But I do go out once or twice a year, and that's because my dutiful daughter insists that I go. These years I have been to several places, also abroad. I went to Singapore to write "Singapore shadow"; went to Thailand to write "A nine"; went to Canada to write "tour of Canada" and so on. In the middle of July I went to Sumadang, the most beautiful Liangdu in Lichuan, and that was to send my sister and her granddaughter to my brother's place to escape the summer heat. It was very comfortable to be covered with a quilt at night there. My husband asked me to stay a few more days, but I stayed two days and returned to Han with great reluctance; my brother was not able to retain me. I could not let Madame return to the empty, steamy house in a sweat without coolness.
The rest of the morning was generally spent doing hygiene. The one hundred and twenty square meter house is cleaned in shifts every day. This piece of the most difficult to do to the satisfaction of Mrs. , because of the different standards of each person, can not be quantified, only her say. Every time I was inspected, I "passed" the inspection, just like the maintenance men in the township office who carefully dealt with the Japanese who came into the village. She did not pay much attention to the sofa, almost never mentioned; the surface of the hygiene sweep, generally do not pick faults. The focus of attention was the dust and flakes under the bed and in the corners of the walls. Madam's request is to mop first and then sweep, my old eyes, sometimes missed. Once I saw the lady enter the door to take a dustpan and broom, I was panicked. She's not spot-checking, she's like a ghost scouting for mines on the main road at the entrance to the village. So, more or less, she would collect evidence that was not clean and thorough. I can only blame my poor eyesight for looking away. Afraid of Mrs. suspect me perfunctory, sometimes deliberately left the mop in the bathroom, so that Mrs. see. She was in a good mood when it is just, encountered a bad mood, look at what is not good: "Why not put the mop on the balcony, you are not for their own do well, what the table of credit ......" said a whole lot of crackling, so that I am not the nose is not the face. Being lectured is also good to suffer a little bit, accept the lesson, in the future to be careful to cope with it. The day is hot, Mrs. to sprinkle a little put a few years of six god flower water mopping floor tend to insects. I don't know why, but when she came home and smelled the fragrance of the flower water, she went straight into the air-conditioned room, and didn't go to the balcony to get a handful of pans and brooms to explore the thunder.
In fact, Mrs. is not negligence, but see me sweating bitter face pain. When she arrived home, cool rice, cold watermelon, chilled plum soup, green bean paste, choose any one of the cooling; dinner or noodles, or flying cakes, or steamed bread, etc.; take three or four with meat and vegetable dishes on the table in a different pattern. This is all before is after my nap, the same as to get out.
The door rang, Mrs. home. When I put the food on the small table, and then invited Mrs. into the seat. Looking at the delicious meal, Mrs. will say: "hard work, drink some wine!" "You're tired, eat first!" I said as I went to pour the wine. This is Huangmei Cai Shan town of glutinous rice wine, forty-two degrees, ten pounds a pot, fragrant! Just two or two small wine, listen to Mrs. tell the unit on the new things, she said I listen.
After the bath, washing clothes is the patent of Mrs., although it is with a washing machine, I do not dispute. Whether it is nine o'clock at night, or ten o'clock, it is up to me to dry the clothes, and she does not argue.
Tomorrow the autumn. The first half of the day, there are still twenty days out of the ambush. But the weather is always cooler in the morning and evening.