Chapter 8 Chapter VII

Haoshan: Can you imagine what a hundred and six-year-old woman looks like?The body of the old man is always withering and shrinking day by day. If I live to this age, I will probably look like a raisin, right?I wonder if you will recognize me then?Will you remember my youthful appearance?Panda and Wangwang and I went to the nursing home yesterday to see my old aunt.The large lounge of the nursing home was full of people, and everyone was celebrating the birthday of an old lady in the courtyard. The 106-year-old birthday star was wearing a woolen hat and sitting in a wheelchair, looking like a little girl. The baby was put in a stroller. The biggest difference was that the old baby was wrinkled all over and couldn't smile.

Only the old aunt didn't join in the fun and insisted on staying in her room. Even the cream cake in the lounge failed to attract her. (Those who didn’t attend the birthday party, of course, also had the vegetative person in the room with her.) The old aunt seemed a little sour about the fact that there was someone older than her in the nursing home.I thought women wanted to be younger. The old aunt said mockingly: "Hmph! That person's head is not clear, she has no idea whose birthday party this is!" The eyes are long gone, I can assure you. Then, her eyes slowly swept over the three of us, and said pitifully:

"If one day I become an immortal like her, please kill me, you three brats." The panda rubbed the old aunt's hand, comforted her and said: "Auntie, don't say such stupid things, it's great to be alive! As Hawking said, there is hope in life. And, you won't become like that when you get old! Then you will still eat egg tarts and chocolates Well, next time I'll read Yu Hua's to you, okay? You'll like it." The panda and the old aunt really didn't meet each other so late. (Is that why she looks so like the old aunt? Hehe!) Pandas are very patient with the elderly and know how to take care of them. Even the old aunt was tamed by her, and she never called her an idiot.

Do you remember when I told you that the old aunt would suddenly speak some country dialect that no one could understand?It turned out that she spoke Sichuan dialect, which only pandas could understand.The old aunt's mother is from Sichuan, and those Sichuan dialects may have been heard by her mother when she was young.When people get old, the memories of the past become clearer and clearer, but recent events become blurred.The old aunt looked at the panda tenderly: "If you don't say it, don't say it!" "That's right! Auntie, Wangwang made you a woolen sweater. I'll help you wear it while you stand. It's your favorite mango yellow. It's very warm to the touch. It's angora wool. Ouch , it fits very well! Do you like it?"

The old aunt looked down at the sweater she was wearing, with a satisfied expression on her face.The three of us whistled and said: "My aunt is a great beauty!" The old aunt pouted: "Hmph! Look at your mouth!" "What color does Auntie like? I'll make another one for you, a little longer than this one." Wangwang said. "It's mango yellow." The old aunt said shyly.This time, we all couldn't help laughing and bent over. Since the arrival of Panda and Wangwang, the old aunt has become more cheerful.She likes to call us little ghosts, and she remembers my baby name "sister", but she likes to call me stupid most.When she knew that Panda and Wangwang were her father's daughters, she was not surprised at all, but said:

"Well, sons are like fathers, and so is my father. Does your father really only have three wives and three daughters?" We kept lying to her that my father came back for a trip, and went to Shanghai in a hurry to open a branch of "Dad's Spicy Pot" in Shanghai, so we were very busy.The old aunt seemed to believe what we said, and didn't ask why he disappeared. Also yesterday, I finally saw the son of a vegetable.The gray-haired son brought his little grandson to see his mother.His eight-year-old grandson is white and fat, with big, round eyes and long eyelashes.When he saw us eating egg tarts and chocolates, he kept blinking at us, dangling around us and making many cute expressions, we were all fascinated by him, obediently put the egg tarts and chocolates in his hand offer.He reminds me of you.Isn't that what you were like when you were young?It's just that you are shyer than him.Every year at the school's fun fair, the vice principal publicly praises you as usual, saying that your family has generously donated a large number of "Jinjin" plums and candied fruit this year for everyone to draw a lottery.

Every time, you always blushed and looked very embarrassed. Every time I hear those boys who are jealous of you and bully you call you "Hua Meizi" jokingly, I always hold the injustice for you and fight them desperately.You always shout from the side: "Xia Ruxing, stop! Stop hitting! Stop hitting! Your skirt is flying!" (I still don't understand, why am I in charge of the fight? Obviously I'm a girl.) Panda has a mantra: "First, I'll be self-critical..." Then, she'll start talking. Let me also criticize myself today. As an only child, I often feel lonely inside.I was in the same class as you in the whole grade of elementary school. After getting to know you, I found that you, who are two months younger than me, listen to me in everything, and you go wherever I go.What I like, you like too: what I hate, you absolutely dare not like.I, who had always longed to be an older sister, was happy to have a little brother on my errands.What delicious food did my father make for me to take to school, and I will share it with you. (You ate a lot of those salted eggs and tea eggs!)

You gluttonous ghost is attracted by my father's good food, so you sneak into my house every three days.My parents love you so much.Even when I was sick, "Will Li Haoshan come to eat today?" I was jealous of you once. mother often After my mother died, although I was very sad, I also took advantage of the loss of my mother.I am a child without a mother, and everyone can't bear to hurt me.I tend to get the most attention, and no one blames me for my bad grades in school: I am self-willed and reckless, and no one says I am not good.No one said it was because I didn't work hard and wasn't smart enough to pass the college entrance examination.

I grew up like this, and I would blame the people around me for the slightest trouble in my life. I was ambitious, withdrawn, mean, lazy and cynical. I kept changing jobs but never thought about what was wrong with me.Except for my father, it is you who have been silently guarding by my side, enduring my self-pity and unreasonableness. My father used to say that you might have been a little lama in a monastery in your previous life, as if that was the only way to explain why you always had a gentle and compassionate smile on your childish face, not like a child, but like a Buddha. When angry, it's just a frown at most.

If the two of us were walking side by side, there must be two very different backs, right?One is thin and wandering, dragging his feet; the other is leisurely, striding forward. I don't know how many lives a person has to live. If you were a little lama in your previous life, then you might have been a bandit or a bully in one of your lives. You bullied me, a weak and beautiful girl, so you were bullied by me in this life.Hey, that must be the case. Not only have you bullied me, you may have bullied many people in your life as a bandit.In this life, you have been so kind to everyone, even though you have your own dreams, you still can't stand the demands of your family and go back to take care of the family business.We are best friends, but I am not necessarily better than others, and I am also used to giving you whatever you want, squandering your kindness to me.

I was a jerk, I always have been. I thought I could count myself down and repent deeply in this letter, but it seems impossible.My self-criticism will be written for at least three days and three nights.It's getting brighter, can I continue next time?Lest I die of shame today. Haven't heard from you yet, how are you?Today is New Year's Eve.