Infinite Throne

"Then I'll make you some porridge."

The youngest son was impatient, but he held back and went to the kitchen to make porridge. He put in a handful of American ginseng and wolfberry, but it still felt a little insufficient. He was too lazy to chop meat, so he just made do with this meal today.

"Dad, the porridge will take a while, how about we eat some vegetables first?"

The youngest son first picked up a piece of fat and lean braised pork and put it in the bowl in front of Lin Yebai. The soup fell on the rice. The slightly hard rice was chewy at first glance, and each grain was distinct, exuding the unique aroma of braised pork.

"Don't eat fat meat." Lin Yebai looked at the braised pork with a critical look.

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"Then eat some lean meat. You've just been discharged from the hospital, so it's just right to replenish your body." The youngest son said attentively.

"Make some green vegetables tomorrow." Lin Yebai said.

"Okay." The youngest son was a little surprised. His father never ate green vegetables, why did he suddenly change to a vegetarian? He was stubborn all his life, and he changed his temper when he got old?

He ate happily on the table, but the person sitting opposite him, his old father, had a blank expression on his face and an unusually cold look in his eyes, as if he was looking at a lifeless dead object, which made him feel bored and more and more restrained.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Lin Yebai continued to stare at his youngest son.

"Burp--" The other person burped in fear.

"The porridge is ready, Dad, I'll make you a bowl." He quickly got up and went to the kitchen, carrying a bowl of porridge out, the smell of American ginseng was a bit pungent.

"I want white porridge, boil it again."

"This porridge is nourishing."

"White porridge." Lin Yebai was very stubborn.

"I picked out the American ginseng."

"White porridge." Lin Yebai had a blank expression on his face, and the look he gave his youngest son was like looking at a fool who couldn't understand what people were saying.

"I'll go cook it." The youngest son had to compromise.

Lin Yebai sat on the sofa in the living room and read the newspaper. He found that it was in traditional Chinese characters and the style of the paper was quite bold——

# A drunk man kissed a patrolman crazily #

# Three men and one woman stole a manhole cover and accidentally fell into the sewer #

Lin Yebai suddenly understood why some people like to read newspapers.

There is a GG in the corner: [If your loved ones have cancer and need treatment, please call the Hope Street Helpline...]

Lin Yebai wrote down the address and then turned on the TV. The pixels were not high, but the plot rhythm was very good, with dog blood, face slaps, love and hate linked together.

"The porridge is ready."

The youngest son finally brought a bowl of steaming porridge.

"Side dishes." Lin Yebai stared at him.

"Red-braised pork with white porridge is great." The youngest son was about to bring the red-braised pork, and Lin Yebai looked up: "Cold cucumber salad."

"Okay."

The youngest son went to the kitchen again, and even when he was smacking the cucumber, he used all his strength, as if the violent emotions accumulated in his heart could be vented.

Lin Yebai walked slowly in the living room after dinner. He was not paralyzed and sitting in a wheelchair, but because he had not fully recovered, he was prone to trembling. At this time, he walked more and more steadily, and was less sick.

The youngest son was cleaning the kitchen. He never liked to do these things, and he was very impatient at this time, but... this time should not be too long, all for a better life in the future.

Therefore, it can be tolerated.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Take a hundred steps after dinner, and live to be ninety-nine." Lin Yebai replied.

"Don't fall..." The youngest son's words were drowned out by the sound of washing in the kitchen. I don't know if he didn't finish speaking or because other noises were too loud.

Lin Yebai finally walked a few hundred steps, and the youngest son was ready to go out and get some things from the old house.

"Let's go together." Lin Yebai also wanted to see the old house.

"Okay." The youngest son pushed the wheelchair, and Lin Yebai quietly observed the surrounding environment. As long as you sit in a wheelchair, it means that there are not many places you can go. The infrastructure everywhere is very imperfect. If the wheelchair is not foldable, you can't get in the taxi.

The youngest son took the key to the old house to open the door. When he entered the door, he could see a portrait hanging on the wall, a small white urn next to it, and a completely rotten banana on the porcelain plate.

"My mother seems to like eating bananas..." The youngest son frowned and threw the rotten banana into the trash can.

The whole room exudes a special atmosphere. The smell of the old man, the smell of rotten bananas, and the floating dust, all symbolize that life has come to an end.

Lin Yebai was thinking about how to eliminate resentment. For example, let the three children of this old man bear the bad luck, be in pain, and get nothing, or give him back in his own way?

"Dad, is there anything you want to take with you? I'll collect some clothes first."

The youngest son opened the closet and picked out clothes. He found a set of neatly folded and bagged funeral clothes. The clothes were made of black cloth with a golden dragon printed on the chest. These were the funeral clothes that his parents had bought together before. There was a discount if they bought two sets together.

He thought about it and put the funeral clothes into the box and put them at the bottom. They would be used sooner or later.

Lin Yebai searched the room and collected the passbook, bank card, and keys. He carried them with him, as well as a very thick diary. To be precise, it was more than a diary, it should be an account book.

It should be written by the old man's partner. Every time she went shopping for groceries, she would keep an account and write a few words.

"30 for the whole thing. I bought him a pair of woolen pants. They didn't shrink after washing. They were fake wool."

"Five pounds of woolen yarn. I knitted eight pairs of woolen slippers. When the children come to pay New Year's greetings, let them take them. Don't forget."

"Ten eggs for attending classes on Friday and a washbasin on Sunday."

"Hair dye is ten yuan. Be sure to wear gloves next time you dye your hair."

A few years have passed with fragmentary records.

Lin Yebai took the account book and went back to his residence with his youngest son.

"Dad, are you going to sell the old house?" asked the youngest son.

"No." Lin Yebai remembered that there was still a sum of money in the passbook. Unless the elderly really had no money, most of them were unwilling to let their children pay for medical expenses.

"Oh." The youngest son dragged the box with one hand and pushed the wheelchair with the other hand, and advised: "Actually, you can sell it, and you can live with us in the future."

"Deal with these things in advance, and save trouble in the future."

"Yeah." Lin Yebai responded.

"Sell it?" The youngest son was suddenly happy.

"No." Lin Yebai's attitude was still firm. Since he didn't know how to eliminate the resentment, he would just try it once.

"Oh." He was depressed instantly, very obviously.

The house where the youngest son lived was rented. His own house was sold a long time ago to pay off his gambling debts, and the rest was compensated to his ex-wife and children.

This is a two-bedroom, one-living room house. The youngest son lives in the master bedroom, and Lin Yebai lives in the second bedroom. There were some sundries in it originally, but the youngest son sorted it out, leaving only a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a bedside table.

The clothes were hung in the wardrobe by the youngest son, and the shroud was placed at the bottom of the wardrobe. If you don't pay attention, you won't find it.

"Dad, go to bed early. If you feel uncomfortable, call me."

The quilt was very heavy, which increased the possibility that the old father was suffocated to death after falling asleep. Because this body was already old, the quilt didn't warm up for a while. Lin Yebai slowly looked at the account book under the light in the room.

She found out that she was in the late stage of cancer, the cancer cells had spread, and there was no hope of treatment. She went there in a hurry and didn't spend too much money. During that last period, she was very worried and wrote a lot of things in the notebook:

"Don't go to the fat man in the vegetable market to buy vegetables, the weight is too short."

"Go to Xiao Wu, the old man in his fifties, who likes to give a few garlics or a bunch of onions."

"Don't just eat meat, eat vegetables too."

"As long as you can move, live alone, don't go to the children's house to cause trouble."

"If you feel bored, raise a cat or a dog, or a parrot. You have to clean up the shit yourself, and it's okay to poop everywhere. I can't see it or control it in the future."

"Change the sheets and quilts once every two weeks, dry the quilts when the weather is sunny, and put on more clothes when it's cold..."

"Don't lose your temper all the time, talk to people nicely and slowly if you have something to say."

"If you meet a female comrade who gets along well with you, she is a valuable person and you can also be a companion. Don't worry about being cheated. I am very worried."

...

"Goodbye, Comrade Zhang Genshu."

The account book ends here, and there are still more than a dozen pages to be written.

But the old lady who kept accounts every day has passed away. What remained was a long-lasting loneliness with no one to communicate with, and an inconsolable longing.

The youngest son was watching TV in the living room and found that the light in his old father's room was still on. He wondered, when did he start staying up late? But he didn't ask, and even seemed to be happy to see it happen, and continued to watch TV.

The next day, at 5:30 in the morning, Lin Yebai knocked on the door of his youngest son's room with his crutches.

"Bang bang bang——"

"Bang bang bang——"

"Earthquake, earthquake!" The youngest son woke up from the bed and ran out in a panic. He opened the door and realized that everything was safe. It was not yet dawn, but his old father, who had just been discharged from the hospital, stood at the door with a blank expression. For a moment, he couldn't even tell whether he was a human or a ghost.

"Dad, why did you call me so early..."

"Go buy vegetables." Lin Yebai was responsible for giving orders.

"So early, just after five o'clock?" The youngest son struggled to look at his mobile phone.

"If it's late, the good dishes will be picked up, and they won't be fresh." Lin Yebai remembered what was written in the notebook and taught him.

"Please, let me sleep a little longer. I'll go buy groceries when I wake up. They'll be fresh."

"I'll live at the second son's house." Lin Yebai looked down at the decadent middle-aged man on the bed. He was bloated because of his laziness and his originally good-looking features looked greasy and ordinary.

"Dad, I'll get up and buy groceries right away." The youngest son squirmed on the bed, wearing only a pair of large shorts and a white vest casually on his shoulders and wanted to go out.

"Put on another one." Lin Yebai frowned.

"I'm a man, I won't suffer if I go out like this." The youngest son looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

"It's an eyesore." Lin Yebai glanced at his sagging chest casually and felt that he couldn't bear to look at it.

"It's okay, I don't care..."

"I'll live at the second son's house." Lin Yebai frowned again.

The youngest son finally put on a wrinkled shirt and went out with a few bills casually. Lin Yebai followed him downstairs, and even without a wheelchair, his steps were steady.

"Dad, you're going out to buy groceries too?" The youngest son looked accusing.

"I'm going to exercise." Lin Yebai felt that it was very important to have a strong body.

"...Okay." The youngest son wanted to stop him, but in the end he said nothing. After all, going out increased the risk of falling, not to mention exercising. Those fitness equipment were not suitable for an old man in his seventies who had just come out of the hospital after surgery.

Lin Yebai walked slowly to the nearby park. There were some common exercise equipment, such as "space walk". When you step on it, you can feel the joy of walking in space, which is very popular among children. There is also a "waist twisting machine", which is not suitable for Lin Yebai.

Several old men were doing Tai Chi, and some were gesturing with prop swords. Lin Yebai looked at it and felt that he should buy one too.