Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 329: One person gets dirty, and thousands of families are happy!
"Old Zhou, come out for a walk."

"Well, take a hundred steps after dinner."

"Then go slowly. The light is bad at night. Watch your step."

It was already dark by this time.

The street light at the entrance of the building flickered for two days and then died completely.

The road is a bit unclear.

Without Lao Zhou saying anything, Lao Xiong considerately took out a flashlight and illuminated the road ahead for him.

"Yeah, thank you for your hard work, old bear."

"It's not hard, it's not hard, it's for serving the people."

Seeing Old Bear smiling and offering to help, Old Zhou paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, looking like a leader.

He knew that because he worked in a funeral home, most of his neighbors were reluctant to interact with him.

There are only a few people with whom I have a good relationship on a daily basis.

Old Bear is one of them.

But when has this old guy ever been so attentive to me?

Although Lao Zhou knew that it was the power of the crisp whistle powder, he still couldn't help feeling happy.

He was so moved that he wanted to put his hands behind his back, pat Old Bear on the shoulder and say a few words of encouragement.

"Good job, man. I'm rooting for you!"

In the neighborhood, a few middle-aged ladies who had finished their meals and had nothing to do were sitting together.

Seeing, two old men.

The man in the front with his hands behind his back and his belly sticking out looks like a leader, and the man in the back holding a flashlight looks like Li Lianying holding a lantern for Cixi.

Everyone's pupils trembled.

"Hey, look, has Old Zhou put a curse on Old Bear?" Sister Wang, who had a permed ramen hair, couldn't even crack the melon seeds properly.

"Oh, what's going on? I heard that Old Bear thought the funeral home was too gloomy and avoided people there!"

"Speaking of which, Lao Zhou is so old, why doesn't he have any taboos at all? If it were me, I couldn't convince myself to work in a funeral home."

"Yeah, every time I greet him, I always feel awkward."

"No, it's nothing. To be honest, it's just that I can't get over it."

Before they could finish their words, a beam of strong light suddenly hit them in the face.

The old bear had a stern face and spoke sternly as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Sister Wang, Sister Li, I don't like what you two are saying. What's wrong with Brother Zhou working in a funeral home? Someone has to do this kind of work, right?"

"What do you call this? This is called making one person dirty, but making thousands of families happy! This is called a spirit of sacrifice! I think not only should we not talk too much behind their backs, but we should also thank them."

The two middle-aged women who spoke felt a little embarrassed after being scolded in public.

Auntie Wang said:

"Old Bear, we didn't say anything about Old Zhou, he was just talking nonsense."

"That's right, Old Bear, don't think too much..."

not far away.

Old Zhou was shaking under the shade of a tree trying to hold back his laughter.

From the former "plague god" to the old bear who is now debating with many scholars.

He suddenly felt that his identity as a funeral home security guard was shining with holy light.

Oh my goodness! I feel so happy!!!

A few minutes later.

The two shadows grew longer and longer under the moonlight.

The one in front stood with his hands behind his back and hummed "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy", while the one behind continued to explore the way with a flashlight.

After the two left, the aunties in the fitness equipment area looked at each other.

No?

Who will tell them.

Why is it that even a small clerk in a funeral home can develop subordinates these days?
This...is not scientific.

……

Time flies.

When Master Kong got off work and tiptoed to open the door of his house, the clock on the wall showed exactly half past eleven.

"Shh! Keep your voice down."

He held the crisp whistle powder in his left hand and put his right index finger to his lips.

He gestured to his daughter-in-law who came over after hearing the noise, "How is it, is the old man asleep?"

My wife nodded, carefully took the noodles and prepared to heat them in the kitchen. The crispy noodles spun in the microwave, and with a "ding" sound, the aroma exploded in the house like a bomb.

"Wow! This powder smells really good! Will it wake the old man up?"

Master Kong swallowed excitedly.

"Shh!" The daughter-in-law pricked up her ears and listened for a few seconds.

"No, the old man has been sleeping for two hours."

Before he could finish his words, the door to the second bedroom suddenly made a click.

I rely on!

No way, what I said is really coming true.

"Xiao Rong?"

An old voice sounded.

Master Kong: !!!

His hand shook and the chopsticks fell to the ground.

Ever since my father was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, I haven't called him by his name.

At this moment, the old man not only spoke clearly, but even called out his childhood nickname.

"Dad, you finally remembered who I am?"

His voice was trembling.

"nonsense!!!"

The old man said angrily, "Do you really think that your father is old and confused? How could he not know who you are? You are Kong Rong, my son!"

Master Kong's nose felt sore and his eyes turned red. "Yes, it's me!"

"Great, Lao Kong, we will tell the attending doctor about the situation tomorrow."

The couple danced with excitement, laughing with tears in their eyes.

But the old man seemed to have no time to pay attention to them and just curled his lips at the two of them.

Then he shifted his gaze to the dining table, with stars twinkling in his chaotic eyes, and he greeted him excitedly.

"Rice noodles! My rice noodles!!!"

!!!

Master Kong's hand that was wiping his tears stopped in mid-air, and he thought to himself that this was not good.

The old man has now become a loyal fan of rice noodles, and I don’t know how many times a day he makes a fuss at home.

But he has a bad stomach and is afraid of indigestion late at night, so it is better for him to eat less.

"Dad, it's so late. You'd better not eat." Master Kong tried to stop him.

The old man glared and played the emotional card directly.

"What's going on? How can you be a son like this? You won't even let your father eat a bowl of noodles? This is not ok!"

"You ungrateful bastard! Do you remember when you were a kid, you had a fever in the middle of the night? It was raining, and I carried you on my back to the clinic..."

As Master Kong listened, his eyes became teary.

That happened when he was six years old. I didn’t expect that the old man still remembered it.

But... this matter...

If you think about it carefully, it’s not that sensational.

"Um... Dad, I remember it because you were playing mahjong and thought I was in the way, so you bought me three popsicles and told me to be a good boy. You also told me not to tell Mom, and then I had a fever that night."

"Also, I remember that clinic was just downstairs from where I lived at the time?"

The old man's cloudy eyes rolled around, he pondered for a moment, and continued speaking.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense! Just tell me whether I carried you or not!"

The old man said impatiently, his chopsticks already reaching for the crispy noodles.

Master Kong wanted to stop him, but was held back by his wife.

"Forget it, just let Dad eat it. It's rare that his condition has improved."

"Then...okay."

The couple watched with bated breath as the old man greedily slurped the rice noodles.

Oil spots splattered little by little on his yellowed vest.

For a moment, Master Kong felt that his father's hunched back straightened up and his gray hair glowed with black light.

Everything seems to be going in the right direction.

……

(End of this chapter)