When Sun Sihui saw the old man in Mao suit, he was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously went forward to ask.
When she met the man and woman before, she still needed Bai Monroe's reminder.
This time, when she saw the old man, Sun Sihui was able to react immediately. She remembered that the fourth rule in the rules she had read in the morning clearly stated:
[If you encounter family members asking for help, you should enthusiastically help them solve their problems. 】
Sun Sihui walked towards the old man, and was still a few meters away from the old man.
Bai Menglu's anxious voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Don't come forward, ignore him!"
Bai Monroe stared closely at the old man's face on the screen.
So familiar.
Just this morning, she had seen that face - the deceased who was carried in for burial by the group of people after the white cloth was lifted.
Bai Menglu said loudly to Sun Sihui on the screen: "That person is not a living person! Ignore him! Pretend not to see it!"
The rules clearly state, "If you encounter family members, ask for help."
But it is obvious that those buried in the cemetery cannot be called family members, only the deceased.
There seem to be more and more bugs on the screen.
At first they were just crawling around in corners, but now there are even a few crawling onto the screen.
The picture is beating more and more violently, and the snowflakes are flashing.
The TV made a "prick, prick, prick" sound.
It made Bai Menglu a little worried whether it would suddenly break down.
But the rules state that [when you are alone, you should turn on the TV to watch. 】
Bai Menglu could only suppress the discomfort of watching the screen full of bugs and stare at the TV.
In the cemetery.
Sun Sihui also heard Bai Menglu's voice.
The sound this time was unclear, mixed with harsh electrical noise, and the words in the middle were even more blurry.
"That person is not pricking...hiss, pay attention to him...ssssss, there is no pricking..."
Sun Sihui paused as she walked towards the old man.
She stood there, frowning, trying to analyze the vague words just now.
Without hearing Bai Menglu's words clearly, she did not dare to act rashly.
However, Sun Sihui did not make any move, but Wang Qing made the first move.
Wang Qing is such a kind person.
I met the disabled Xue Tong in the toilet and wanted to recruit him as his secretary;
On the roadside, I met a woman in red who couldn't get a taxi. I wanted to give her a ride.
How is it possible to ignore someone in a cemetery who is clearly in need of help?
Moreover, this is a lonely old man with no children by his side.
Wang Qing rushed to the old man in a few steps.
"Uncle, what are you looking for? Do you need help?" Wang Qing asked with a soft tone and concern.
Hearing Wang Qing's voice, the old man seemed to have just noticed the presence of other people around him, and slowly raised his head.
"I-I...I'm looking for my home."
The old man's face was full of anxiety, his eyes stared blankly at Wang Qing, and his mouth with incomplete teeth was wrinkled, opening and closing to make a sound.
"Where is my home? Where is my home?"
"Help me, help me find my home." He began to repeat this sentence over and over again. "Where is my home? Where is my home?"
Wang Qing couldn't help but frown, looking at the old man's lost look, he asked kindly: "Do you still remember your family's phone number?"
The old man did not answer, but kept asking: "Where is my home? Is it here? Help me find my home..."
Wang Qing confirmed that this old man should be an Alzheimer's disease patient.
It is also commonly known as Alzheimer's disease.
I couldn't find my way home, so I wandered around here.
"Do you remember where your home is?"
"I... thorn la thorn la... where is my home? My... thorn la thorn la... home? Help me find... zizi... my home..."
The old man's voice began to change, from the normal old voice to a flat and stiff voice, with strange noises in between.
Wang Qing's frown deepened, and he comforted him kindly: "Old man, please stop talking. I will help you find it."
I don’t know whose old man this is, but his children are so careless.
My father already suffers from Alzheimer's disease and pharyngitis, and there is no one around to take care of him.
And let him get lost alone.
Wang Qing reprimanded the old man's children in his heart.
"Come on, old man, the sun is so bright, let's find a place to sit down and rest first?"
Seeing that the old man was getting older, Wang Qing was worried that he would not be able to support himself physically if he was looking around like a headless fly.
She transferred all the tributes she was carrying into one hand, leaving her free hand stretched out towards the old man.
Wang Qing planned to help the old man find a shady place to rest first, and then inquire about the situation at home in detail.
The old man stared at Wang Qing with his eyes, and the wrinkles on his old face seemed to have become deeper.
Like a shriveled walnut.
The whole person is shrinking towards the inside of the body, and the back is becoming more and more stooped.
The old man opened his mouth and made a sound: "Promise me...prick, prick...help me, prick, prick...find my home..."
"Yes, yes, I promise you."
Wang Qing responded in a good-tempered manner, directly grabbed the old man's arm and dragged the old man towards the shade.
The old man moved his arms, but it was as if his arms were tightly clamped by crab pincers and could not move.
Wang Qing said in a brisk tone: "Okay, old man, let's go now to find your home."
Two minutes later, Wang Qing helped the old man and sat down on the public rest bench in the cemetery.
The old man was pinned down on the bench and was stunned for a few seconds before he wanted to stand up.
Then Wang Qing breathed a sigh of relief and put down the tribute in his hand.
It landed on the ground with a dull "bang" and splashed up a small piece of floating soil.
The old man looked at Wang Qing's arm, then at his own arm. He stopped trying to stand up and sat back down as if nothing had happened.
Wang Qing sat down next to the old man.
"Old man, please have a rest, we are not in a hurry to get home."
The old man just opened his mouth and spit out two words: "I'm looking for——"
The rest of the words were stuck in his throat. After two "stab, stab, stab" sounds, the old man closed his mouth and nodded.
Wang Qing was also very happy to see the old man acting so well-behaved and obedient.
The old man was so cooperative. I guess if I just work harder, I can help the old man contact his family to pick him up.
Unexpectedly, I went out today and did three good things in less than one day.
Wang Qing's tone was gentler and kinder. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and asked the old man: "Well, old man, do you still remember your home phone number?"
As Wang Qing spoke, he waved to Xue Tong and others who were standing aside, "You guys come and sit too."
Xue Tong walked over holding the "dog".
The old man's eyes fell on the "dog", then moved to Xue Tong, and finally returned to Wang Qing.
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