I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 264 The ending of the chapter
The second chapter of "Star Dream".

The plot continues to progress.

The old man Xu De'en hurried out of the bedroom door,
Previous dreams awaken the oldest memories,
Now he turned his head and looked at the bedroom in the main room, isn't this his home?

The oldest, the original home.His parents' house, the home where he grew up.

When he grew up, he rebuilt the house, and the old house was surrounded by the newly built house.

The old man Xu De'en looked at the reddened eyes, as if he understood many things at once.

Looking at his mother again,

His mother is more than 20 years older than him,

But now, he is old, and his mother is the age of his daughter-in-law.

"Don't sprain your feet anymore, I just applied some medicine."

Seeing the anxious look of the old man, the woman also came over to comfort the old man.

The old man didn't care about the sprained ankle, he just looked at his mother stupidly,

Then the eye sockets became more and more red, and the tears fell down patter,

"Mother... Mother, mother..."

My heart is full of grievances and sorrows that are not enough to vent,
I don't know how long it took to save up, so I can cry at this moment.

"Eh...eh..."

The old man wept bitterly,

The woman hugged the old man and took a picture.

The old man is old, but the woman remains the same.

But still like a child, coaxing the old man.

"It's okay, I'm still here, I'm still here."

The woman said to the old man.

"Mother... Mother..."

The old man didn't say anything, just wailed to his mother.

It seems to want to clarify the bitterness that has no place to narrate for so many years.

"...at such an advanced age, why are you still crying like this..."

"It's okay, it's okay..."

"...Mother knows that you are wronged, you are wronged, mother knows."

"Your ankle hurts, mother knows you feel wronged and uncomfortable."

It's just the woman's voice of comfort.

Instead, the old man cried more and more,

It's just that the last cloudy tears of crying rolled all over the wrinkled and slack face,
Weeping so weakly,

It finally stopped.

"...Okay, okay...I hurt my foot, and I've been crying for so long, so I'm tired."

"It's all right, I'm home, don't feel wronged anymore. Don't feel wronged anymore."

No matter how old the old man is, if he has a mother, he is still a child.

In front of his mother, all the grievances for so long were vented.

"...Go to bed, it's too late."

The woman patted the old man gently.

The old man shook his head.

"I won't sleep, I won't sleep..."

He just looked at his mother and held his mother's hand, unwilling to let go.

"I'm still here, it's okay..."

The woman said a few words of comfort, but the old man was still unwilling to let go.

Just keep looking at his mother's face,

He really didn't want the memory of his old age to be blurring his mother's face.

"...Then let's not go to sleep, let's talk... Well, it's midnight, you've been crying for so long, are you hungry? Do you want me to cook something for you?"

"Want something to eat? We have it all at home."

"I want some more slices of bacon and fried potatoes."

"Mother, after you've left, no matter how much I eat, I won't be able to taste that taste."

"I've said it all, there's nothing unusual about bacon, and there's nothing unusual about potatoes. It's just that when people were hungry and there was no oil in their stomachs, they naturally tasted extra delicious."

The woman responded with a smile,

"But if you want to eat, I'll cook it for you."

The woman said, and went to the kitchen.

The old man didn't want to leave the woman, so he followed her into the kitchen.

The kitchen is also familiar, it is the previous kitchen.

Regarding these, the old man didn't ask any questions, he just wanted to look at his mother.

"Then you can light me a fire, remember how to do it."

"remember."

"Well, it's a little more prosperous."

The stove in the kitchen is still a wood stove.
The old man went to the stove door, lit the fire, and burned the firewood.

If the fire is to burn well, the firewood must be arranged in a well-shaped manner in the stove, and if it is not good, there must be more space.

In this way, the fire will be prosperous and there will be less smoke.

However, it was not done this way before, so although the fire is prosperous, it is too useless.

I don't care about that now.

The old man was on fire.

His mother set up a stool, took another piece of bacon from the kitchen beam, and put it down.
After washing and washing, some water was mixed in the pot, and the bacon was cooked.

Bacon was cooking in the pot, and the two mother and son were also talking.

"When you were young, you also liked to eat this. At that time, there was not much oil in the food at home. After the Chinese New Year, you just dried a few pieces of bacon. You will eat it until the middle of the next year."

"You can eat a bowl of rice with a piece of bacon..."

The old man took the words and finally smiled,

"At that time, the country people were poor and particular. When eating meat in the house, first take the meat and rub a circle of oil around the mouth, and then tell others that the house is eating meat today."

"Mother, just tell me, our family doesn't care about these things. I know how well I'm doing. My stomach knows whether I've eaten meat or not."

"That's right... Except for the bacon, you are greedy for the two dates at the door... The dates on the date tree are still green, so you can't help picking them."

Hearing this, the old man was still smiling, but his eyes were red.

Because the jujube tree is dead and can no longer bear fruit.

The woman looked at the appearance of the old man, but smiled,
Then, groping in the pocket of the apron in front of her,

I took out two jujubes that were just a little red,

"Mother, there are two more here, take them and eat."

The old man looked at his mother, his eyes became redder, and he went to take one with trembling hands, and took one.

The woman smiled, but she didn't eat the remaining one and put it back in her pocket.

The old man ate this jujube with red eyes,
Jujubes are actually not sweet. If they are picked early and kept for a long time, they will still be a little sour.

But the old man ate enough to shed tears.

"How old...and still shed tears."

"...the older you get, the easier it is to cry..."

The old man said so, lowering his head slowly,

Biting this jujube, opening his mouth, tears fell to the ground.

"It's all right... Mom, here's another one."

The woman patted the old man on the back to comfort him.

"mother……"

The two were talking,

The bacon in the pot is getting cooked.

After turning off the fire in the stove, the woman sliced ​​the bacon and put it on a plate.
In the end, a small piece was left uncut and handed to the old man first.

The old man took and ate, his eyes still red.

to the table,

The two were still talking, and the old man was eating the bacon.

It's just how time passes,

It was getting brighter outside the house.

"...You should go back too, otherwise the children should be in a hurry."

The old man was unwilling to leave, holding his mother's hand, with red eyes,

Without saying a word, she burst into tears.

The woman just said to the old man,
"Remember what I told you, people who leave will become stars, pointing people in the direction and lighting up... Walking along the bright place at night, you can see your mother again, it's okay Damn..."

……

"...His son and daughter-in-law are a little worried about the old man, and some complain about the old man Xu De'en."

"Although I found the old man back last time, these days, at night, the old man still runs in the direction of the old house. No matter how I stop him, I can't stop him. I'm afraid that something will happen to the old man outside."

The man still tells this story to his daughter.

The girl was filled with righteous indignation when she heard this.

"They don't know anything! They just know how to blame the old man! Blame the old man!"

"It's all their fault, it's all their fault!"

The man looked at his niece's red-eyed and angry face, feeling a little distressed and a little funny,
Cooperate with the answer,

"Yes, it's all their fault."

"Ok!"

The little girl nodded heavily, then turned to look at her father,
With some expectation in my eyes,
"And then? Is Grandpa Xu always accompanied by his mother..."

Facing his daughter's expectant gaze, the man looked down at the content on the phone again.

After hesitating,

Then he smiled and nodded at his daughter.

"Yes, just like my precious daughter thinks."

"very nice!"

The little girl is a little happy.

　At the end of the month, tickets or something... please ask.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)