Chapter 132 Under the Begonia Blossoms——The Last Meeting with Ye Lao

Several years ago, old man Shengtao asked me to go to his house to enjoy the crabapple flowers, but every year when the flowers came, either Ye Lao was unwell or I was sick. It was not until last spring that the appointment to see the flowers was fulfilled. The weather was fine that day, and the Democratic Progressive Center sent two cars and a comrade to take me and my daughter Wu Qing's family (because they lived with me all the time) to Ye's hometown.My son-in-law, Chen Shu, brought a video recorder, and my grandson, Chen Gang, brought a camera. Excitedly, we boarded the car together.

At the door of Ye's house, Comrade Zhishan had already welcomed him at the door.I supported the walker and was surrounded by Wu Qing and the others into the outer courtyard of this spacious and tidy courtyard, and then into the inner courtyard. Ye Lao stood up from under the snow-white crabapple tree with a smile on his face.The old man is in good spirits.We shook hands tightly, then looked up at the flowers, and then lowered our heads to talk.At this time, the video recorder and the camera were busy, but my daughter Wu Qing picked up a curly-haired little black dog next to Mr. Ye, stroked it, and said with a smile:

"This puppy is so cute." We entered the main room again from under the flowers. The room was decorated very elegantly, and there were paintings and calligraphy in the partition frames of the house.I haven't seen such an exquisite real Beijing courtyard house for a long time! Zhishan pointed to a photo of Mrs. Ye on the wall of Mrs. Ye’s spacious bedroom, and said, “This is a photo taken seven months after they got married.” I smiled and said to Zhishan, “You were not there at that time! "Everyone laughed. Time passed so quickly, I presented to Mr. Ye a small rose flower basket that I brought, and Mr. Ye also gave me a very beautiful little black gallbladder vase, in which were three yellow tulips that grew in their flower garden.

On the way home, I held the small gallbladder bottle and looked from the inside and outside of the car, as if the city of Beijing was full of smiling people! Early morning of February 29, 1988