Hearing Cheng Dongliang call his name, Cheng Xiangyu felt ecstatic in his heart.
I had long heard Su Aiguo say that Cheng Dongliang was mentally unstable and had good times and bad times. Could it be that it was time for him to get better?
"You have to hold an umbrella when it rains, Yangyang. We don't even have an umbrella at home, so we can only let you go to school wearing a nylon bag. You are soaked to the skin and your classmates are not making fun of you. It's all because of your father's uselessness... "
Seeing Cheng Dongliang's annoyed expression and sad eyes, Cheng Xiangyu smiled helplessly at Ning Xuemei.
These are all different, Yu Xiangyu’s voice is similar, and Dad can’t remember her name at all.
Ning Xuemei comforted Cheng Xiangyu not to be in a hurry and that he had to take his time.
"He has both physical and mental problems. Years of hard life and disease attacks have left his body plagued by all kinds of diseases. Our most important thing right now is to save his life first and then find a way to treat his mental condition. Things are going well. Prioritize, if people don’t die, everything is in vain.”
Cheng Xiangyu nodded.
Aunt Ning Xuemei has already checked Cheng Dongliang's body. His internal organs have been damaged to varying degrees, and they are all fatal diseases. Once the injury occurs, the pain level is far beyond the tolerance of normal people.
Cheng Dongliang's physical condition is something that traditional Chinese and Western medicine can't do anything about. Ning Xuemei said that although Miao medicine can't have immediate results, it can directly attack the disease focus and at worst relieve his physical discomfort.
"The main thing these days is to give his body proper nourishment, and then we will start treatment after his body's energy has recovered."
Helping Cheng Dongliang to sit on a wicker chair in the yard, Cheng Xiangyu poured him a thermos cup full of tea.
She didn't dare to leave him for a moment, for fear of losing him accidentally.
"You chat with your father while I go cook."
Cheng Xiangyu smiled gratefully at Ning Xuemei.
It was her aunt who saved her life, and now her aunt taught her Miao medical skills and helped her save her father's life. She really had nothing to repay.
The only thing I can do is to learn from my aunt and pass on all her skills.
She took her father's rough hand and looked at it carefully.
Dad's palms are covered with thick calluses, and the back of the chapped palms can reveal red bloodshot threads. The nails on all ten fingers are worn bare. The broad palms are so thin and thin that you can touch them even if you touch them. The protruding joints on the fingers were like touching rough hard stone slabs.
God knows what happened to my father in these years?
Cheng Xiangyu gently held his father's hand, raised his head and kept looking at his father.
"Dad, what have you relied on to survive these years?"
Cheng Dongliang suddenly laughed.
"I took Yangyang to a small village. Yangyang had a high fever. The kind-hearted elder brother cooked a bowl of ginger soup for the child. The elder brother was an old bachelor and kindly took us in, and we lived with him. .”
"Then my eldest brother died. His brother insisted that I was the one who killed him and robbed everything in the house... In order to support Yangyang, I dug ditches, carried rocks, chopped wood, and collected cinders. I had never done anything..."
"Yangyang is doing well in studies. He ranks first in the exam every year... Girl, don't call me daddy. My Yangyang has a daughter-in-law. Yangyang left to serve as a soldier. My daughter-in-law came to the village to spend two nights with me. Yue...my wife there is so nice..."
"Ooooooo, Yangyang, where have you been? You haven't come back for three years, and my daughter-in-law has not come back either. Yangyang doesn't want me as a poor father anymore. Yanfei can't be found. My daughter is gone. Yang Yang is also gone..."
Cheng Dongliang, who seemed to be talking quite normally just now, suddenly felt so sad that he burst into tears.
Cheng Xiangyu was inevitably comforted again.
"Your Yangyang is doing well. He will be back in a few days. Don't worry about this anymore..."
"Your daughter-in-law is also in Beijing. Her name is Chen Jingyi, right? I know her very well. She is tall and thin, and she can speak fluent English. By the way, I almost forgot to tell you. It’s a big deal…”
Cheng Xiangyu looked up at Cheng Dongliang with a smile and comforted him softly.
"Jingyi gave birth to a boy, Cheng Yaoyang became a father, and you became a grandfather..."
"Ah... Jingyi gave birth to a child? Jingyi gave birth to a child? Am I a grandfather? Where is Yaoyang, where are Jingyi and the child? I want to go see them, I want to go see them..."
When Cheng Dongliang heard this, he immediately stopped crying, straightened his body, stared at Cheng Xiangyu, and asked again and again.
With such a posture, he wished that Cheng Xiangyu would take him to find Chen Jingyi and the others right now.
He stood up for a moment, his lips trembling violently due to excessive excitement.
Suddenly he seemed to realize something, and like a deflated rubber ball, he sat back on the wicker chair again.
He looked frustrated.
"Yaoyang doesn't want me as an incompetent father anymore. I'm poor, sick, and my brain is not working well. They will be unhappy if I go... I can't visit them, but I miss my grandson... "
He stretched out a hand to dig into his pocket, digging and digging, digging and digging randomly, rummaging through all the pockets on his body.
"No, no, I remember I had five dollars! I was afraid of losing it, so I sewed the money into my pocket, but I couldn't find it. I couldn't find it. I thought Please give some money to my little grandson..."
Chen Xiangyu's sad tears kept rolling in his eyes.
The father, who was in poor health and mentally disturbed, still subconsciously knew that giving birth to a child was a joyous event, and he even thought of spending five yuan from all his belongings as a gift to his grandson.
She took out five dollars from her pocket and stuffed it into Cheng Dongliang's hand.
"Dad, I washed all the clothes you are wearing. These five dollars were taken out of the clothes. Please take them..."
Cheng Dongliang clutched the five dollars with a look of surprise on his face, and then stuffed it back into Cheng Xiangyu's hand.
"Daughter, Yangyang doesn't welcome me to visit his wife. Jingyi is such a good wife. She needs to rest during confinement so she can't be angry. I need to ask you one thing, can you give these five dollars to Jingyi?" Don't tell Jingyi that I'm here..."
Cheng Xiangyu could only nod.
"Yes, why did you bring me to Beijing? My hometown is in Lianhua County, and later it was transferred to Beidahuang. Yanfei and I met in Beidahuang. Yangyang is not Yanfei's son, so Yangyang is Whose son is it? I have a child, I have two daughters, where are my daughters? Wuwuwu, where are my daughters..."
Well, Cheng Dongliang, who had been awake for less than two minutes, fell into chaos again.
Cheng Xiangyu had no choice but to help him back into the house. Ning Xuemei heard the voice and brought over a glass of water for Cheng Xiangyu to feed him, and told him to lie down on the warm kang and rest for a while.
After a while, Cheng Dongliang fell into a deep sleep.
"He felt so miserable. Song Yanfei committed suicide at that time. The child taken away by Song Yanfei was nowhere to be found. When he was thinking about returning to Beidahuang to pick you up, he met those bad guys again on the road. Maybe it was because of what he had experienced. Because of this, he became insane. After so much, he was still able to raise Cheng Yaoyang to adulthood despite all the hardships, which is really remarkable..."
Ning Xuemei looked in admiration.
