Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Going Home

One morning, Mrs. Ma and her daughter-in-law went to open the store and found that something had happened in the store. There was a foul smell coming out of the shop, and the models were all disheveled and crammed crookedly in a corner.At a glance, they saw an old man sleeping on the cash register, snoring loudly.The old man was covered with two woolen coats, a woolen sweater on his feet, and an embroidered cushion under his head. They were all goods from the store. There was also a pair of old-fashioned cloth shoes under the counter. An old-fashioned enamel chamber pot, out of nowhere. They recognized that it was the grandfather, the long-lost grandfather came back.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law screamed one after another. Looking carefully, the shop and Baorun's house were actually connected. A secret door that was originally sealed was opened with a big hole. Looking out from the side of the fashion store, you can see Baorun's house. The furniture is out of order.The daughter-in-law ran out of the store in fright, and Mrs. Ma was so angry and anxious, she yelled at the hole, Baorun, come on, come on, come and see, what kind of show is this, it's disgusting.There was no response from the hole.Baorun's mother must be staying in the hospital.Mrs. Ma's yelling only disturbed a mouse, which was a huge mouse. It jumped out of the kitchen and got under the cupboard.

Grandfather heard the sound and sat up. His hair was long like a savage, his eye sockets were sunken, and the corners of his eyes were full of gum. He stared blankly at Mrs. Ma, who are you?Aren't you the daughter-in-law of the Ma family? What are you doing in my room?Two woolen overcoats slowly fell from his grandfather, and his identity as a fugitive was clearly identified. He was still wearing the blue and white striped pajamas of Jingting Hospital, and a red number plate, 9-17, was tied to his wrist.There was a sour and rotten smell emanating from grandfather, rippling leisurely in the shop.

Mrs. Ma calmed down and hurried to pick up the fashions on the floor, almost knocking over the enamel chamber pot. She was so angry that she pointed to the hole in the secret door and yelled at her grandfather, go back, go back, this is not you room! Grandpa didn't want to follow Mrs. Ma's instructions, so he sat on the counter and slowly looked around the store. Where did he get so many clothes?Where is my bed?Where's my closet?Where are my photos?Mrs. Ma said, no more, this is not your room anymore.She tried to pull him off the counter, but couldn't. The remaining strength in his thin body was far beyond her imagination.Where is my big bed?Grandpa said, such a big bed, where did you move the bed?Mrs. Ma said, there is no bed for you here, and your bed is in Jingting Hospital.Grandpa looked around blankly, where is that person?Where's Baorun, where's my son, where's Baorun's mother?Mrs. Ma didn't know how to deal with it, and she was angry at the same time, so she screamed, no matter whether she is there or not!When she shouted, there was an echo in the shop, she was not there.not there.None.The echo startled Mrs. Ma herself. How could there be an echo?She glanced at the hole on the secret door, and there was a bleak cold air seeping from the side of Baorun's house, flowing under her feet, like an invisible and ominous flood.She suddenly got scared, and ran outside the store and shouted to her daughter-in-law, what are you doing standing here?Hurry up and call someone, call your father-in-law, call both the boss and the second child!

Soon Master Ma came with his two sons.After all, men have strength, so they should be calmer when dealing with emergencies.They took Grandpa off the checkout counter and put his shoes on.The eldest son sucked his nose tightly and said, the old man's feet smell so bad that he hasn't washed them for at least a month.The youngest son said, it's not smelly feet, it seems to be smelly pants, what's behind his pants?It's not a poop spot, is it?Master Ma criticized his sons and said, don't dislike them, everyone will grow old one day, and you may smell worse than him by then.

Grandfather still remembered Master Ma's baby name, and poked his shoulder with his finger. Aren't you the eighth son of the Ma family? Why did you all come to my house so early in the morning?Where has our family gone?Master Ma put his grandfather on the chair, sighed, Baorun his grandfather, let me tell you something?Why don't you stay in Jingting Hospital well, why come back?You are so capable, Jingting Hospital has seven posts and eight sentries, how did you come back?There was a sly look on the grandfather's face, and he raised three fingers and said, thirty yuan, I spent thirty yuan.Master Ma asked, spent thirty yuan to bribe the guard?The grandfather suddenly realized something, pursed his lips and said, I can't tell you, if I tell you, I will sell Lao Wang, and it will be inconvenient next time.Master Ma's two sons laughed at this moment. The eldest son said, who said his soul was lost?He didn't throw it away, he still knows about bribery, and he also knows how to engage in unhealthy practices.The youngest son touched the back of his grandfather's head curiously and said, maybe his soul really came back?It was so far away from Jingting Hospital, and it was still in the middle of the night, otherwise, how could he find home?

Mrs. Ma had already sent the grandfather's chamber pot to the side of the cave entrance, and said in her mouth, it's disgusting, it's disgusting.According to her opinion, after the chamber pot was put back, it was the turn of the people. Grandpa came through the entrance of the cave, so he should be sent back through the entrance of the cave.Master Ma went over to study the hole in the wall and couldn't help sighing, this old man is worthy of being the best shovel in the world!The ground was dug well, and the wall was also dug well. Look at this hole, how neat and affordable it is. It just happened to come over with one head and one shoulder, and didn't dig too much with a shovel.

From a purely technical point of view, it is feasible to stuff the grandfather back, but Master Ma disagrees with his wife's views on women. He thinks that no matter how crazy the grandfather is, he is considered an elder. It is not only rash, but also unreasonable.He discussed with his sons and daughters-in-law that this time, Baorun's family had to share their worries, and they wanted to send their grandfather back to Jingting Hospital in person.Mrs. Ma was persuaded later, and ran out to buy big pancakes and deep-fried dough sticks for her grandfather, saying that a good man will do his best, so he will go home anyway and let him have a full stomach before leaving.

Bao Sansan's yellow croaker soon stopped outside the fashion store, and people were also waiting in the car.Helplessly, my grandfather wolfed down his breakfast, but refused to cooperate with his good deeds. He hugged a plastic mannequin and lay down on the ground, playing around like a child. I'm not going anywhere. I'm coming back for the holidays. Grandpa said, don't you know that tomorrow is Labor Day?It is the holiday of the working people, and I want to celebrate it. It is inappropriate to use excessive force when dealing with such an old man. Everyone is at a loss and looks at the head of the family in distress.Master Ma didn’t make any claim at the moment, he held his grandfather’s hand, and accidentally came across the number plate of Jingting Hospital, 9-17. When he lowered his head, Master Ma noticed a deep line engraved on his grandfather’s wrinkled wrist skin. Dark red rope marks.Master Ma suddenly had an inspiration, thinking of Baorun's rope, his eyes lit up immediately.Find the rope, the rope!He opened the door of the counter and found a roll of nylon rope. Tie it up and have a look, and we will try it too. I heard that he is obedient when he sees the rope, so we will try it too.

The rope really worked.The people in the shop remembered very clearly that the nylon rope in Master Ma's hand was only wrapped around the grandfather's wrist once, and once, as if chanting some magical spell, the old man trembled, raised his head, and immediately tamely Standing up, he said, relax a bit, I want a democratic knot, I want a democratic knot. At first I couldn't understand his request, but later I realized that he wanted to tie a knot called a democratic knot.Everyone is inexperienced in tying, and after discussing for a long time, no one knows how the democratic knot is tied. Based on the speculation of the meaning of the word, this kind of knot should be looser.Master Ma said, okay, Grandpa Baorun, if this request is not too much, I will tie you a democratic knot. At your age, we don't have the heart to give you a legal knot.The father and son struggled, and finally tied an imaginary democratic knot on the grandfather's body. Although it was not beautiful, it was moderately tight.With the joy of victory, the family surrounded the grandfather and walked out of the shop, boarding Bao Sansan's yellow croaker.

Bao Sansan’s yellow croaker car is always majestic on Xiangchunshu Street, the stinky hairtail is here, get out of the way, get out of the way!Accompanied by his loud and urgent shouts, passers-by had to give way one after another. Usually, there are always people who lack respect for him. Bao Sansan, are you going to serve as an army?Bao San, you went to the funeral home to pull the corpse?The situation was different that day. No one scolded Bao Sansan. People found that the lineup of passengers on the yellow croaker car was too strange. Everyone knew the father and son of the Ma family. Almost no one could recognize the old man with a shackles and a haggard face.Many people ask, where did you tie up such a bad old man?So what's wrong with age?Bao Sansan smugly said, you are too naive, those who do bad things are not necessarily tied up, and those who are tied up don't necessarily do bad things, do you understand?Master Ma is a decent person, afraid of being misunderstood by others, he pointed to his grandfather and then to his own forehead. It is Baorun’s grandfather. He escaped from Jingting Hospital. We have to send him back. The bound grandfather smiled and looked very kind. He was supported by the Ma family father and son, and sat on the yellow croaker cart.Viewed from the front, there are ropes running through his body in disorder, like an old fugitive, and the Ma family father and son are like his escorts. Looking at his back, the back reveals the atmosphere of high morality, like a wanderer returning home. Distinguished guest, the Ma family and his son are like his entourage and followers.Grandfather's memory of Toon Tree Street is scattered and detailed, with a time filter. He only knows neighbors and acquaintances who have been known for more than 30 years.Chun Geng's mother sat at the door basking in the sun, and he still followed the old rules many years ago, calling her new sister-in-law, new sister-in-law, have you eaten yet?It's a pity that the new sister-in-law doesn't know him anymore. She put her hand on her forehead to look at the yellow croaker and said, who is this?You still call me the new sister-in-law, and I'm going to the crematorium soon.When I passed the public bathroom, I happened to see the door of the bathroom opened. The old boiler worker, Mr. Liao, was rolling up the curtain. My grandfather still remembered asking Mr. Liao about the water temperature of the bath. Mr. Liao, is the water in the pool hot today?Master Liao was in some mood, loudly said, don't be hot, the above said to save energy, don't let it burn hot, only lukewarm water, do you like to wash it or not!Later, the yellow croaker passed by the north gate bridge, and there were a bunch of teenagers standing on the bridge, booing and fighting for some reason, and some people whistled at the yellow croaker.Grandfather suddenly thought of Baorun, and his mood began to fluctuate. Where is Baorun?He stared and asked Master Ma, where did Baorun go?Where did my Baorun go? Master Ma winked at his two sons and said, your family Baorun has gone far away, and your family Baorun has gone on a trip. Seeing his grandfather's puzzled expression, he didn't believe the tourist's statement.Baorun, Baorun, where have you been?If you leave me alone, you will regret it later!He became agitated and kept looking around on both sides of the street. Several times he tried to stand up, but was held down by the Ma family father and son. The yellow croaker kept shaking. Blame Master Ma and his son, you have done a lot of humanitarianism, if you want him to be obedient, how does a democratic knot work?If you want to do it, make a legal knot, tie it tighter, and tighter! Master Ma and his son worked together to readjust the strength of the knot.Bao Sansan's strategy really worked, good words of persuasion are not as good as talking with a rope, the chemical effect of binding on grandfather is obvious, the tighter and denser the binding, the more docile the body will be.Ma's father and son are both newbies in binding, and they can only explore the art of binding in practice. They try to increase their strength, use the length as much as possible, and tie the excess part of the nylon rope to the grandfather's knee. This kind of exploration is very difficult. Almost succeeded, the turmoil in the old man's lower limbs stopped suddenly, and his whole body, which was as stiff as a dead branch, gradually softened.This is not a democratic knot, it is a messy knot, I want a democratic knot!Although the grandfather was still protesting, he finally calmed down.Master Ma looked at the knot he created by accident, and thought it was weird and reliable, so he asked his son casually, what kind of knot should it be called?The sons said, how do we know?You have to ask Borun, he is the expert.Bao Sansan turned his head and took a quick glance. If you don't read newspapers or study, you are just uneducated. You should name it according to the situation. It's called An Ding Knot. With that stable knot, the grandfather was indeed settled. Later, the yellow crocodile car passed the construction site of the overpass bridge on the moat, surrounded by crowds of people, a busy construction scene, a bright smile appeared on the gloomy face of the grandfather, and the four people in the car heard his emotion clearly. The face is changing with each passing day.