ordinary human life

"In a special period, these were destroyed, and these were renovated later. Many things don't have the same taste."

As Mrs. Fan said, she led He Sihai to walk in, and there was another plaque of Fan's mansion.

Going further inside, there are many terraces and pavilions, carved beams and embroidered pillars, which can vaguely see how glorious it was back then.

"Some were left by luck in the past, and some were added later."

"This kind of house is not very good except for the lighting, but it is very comfortable for people to live in."

Mrs. Fan skillfully led He Sihai around the house, explaining the uses of various rooms.

Living room, side hall, attic, chess and card room, etc. are really everything.

Madam Fan actually wanted to show off to He Sihai, but He Sihai kept smiling the whole time without much emotion.

"Because in the five-party world, I don't know much more than this exquisite building, and it's not surprising at all."

"Hey, why did I have such a dream?" Just then, I heard someone talking outside the house.

Old lady Fan was very familiar with this voice, she froze for a moment when she heard it, and then she realized it.

"Is this dream really the same?"

It's ridiculous that she introduced this and that to He Sihai in a serious manner.

He Sihai smiled, and then disappeared before her eyes.

The rest of the time is for her to reunite with her family, so he won't bother her.

When Mrs. Fan went out, she saw her wife standing in the courtyard looking around, touching and pinching here and there from time to time.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Fan asked strangely.

"This dream... Hey, old woman, why are you here?" The old man asked in surprise.

"Why not here?"

"Aren't you dead?" said the old man.

Then he showed a dazed look, and said, "Are you here to pick me up and go with me?"

"Why do you go? You said you are so old, why don't you know how to take care of yourself? Go shopping, but don't know how to choose? Answer the phone and don't know how to turn off the fire on the stove. Do you know how dangerous it is?"

"When cooking, put so much salt, don't you know that you can't eat too much salt? If you eat too much, your body will become swollen..."

Granny Fan talked a lot, as if pouring out all the things she wanted to say to the old man after she died.

The old man just stared at her blankly and didn't speak.

"What are you looking at me for?" Asked the old lady Fan who finally stopped.

"This dream is really strange, just like the real thing." The old man said with a smile.

"Of course it's the same as the real thing, because... because it's a dream I entrusted, and I just want to tell you these things."

"To dream?" The old man laughed.

"I am engaged in scientific research. I have been engaged in scientific research all my life, and I have never believed in ghosts and gods all my life. I never thought that I would still have such absurd dreams when I was old. Could it be that I actually believed in these things in my heart?"

"Old man, what are you talking to yourself?"

"It's nothing. It's possible that I miss you so much that I have such a dream."

"I don't even understand what you're talking about." Hearing the old man say so bluntly that he misses himself, Mrs. Fan looked disgusted, but she was already happy.

At this moment, there was another loud noise outside the door.

"Why am I here?"

"Hey, are you all there?"

"Is this a dream?"

"Why can't I wake up?"

……

It was Mrs. Fan's children and grandchildren who had arrived.

Chapter 1152 Some people call home

When Mrs. Fan heard the voice of her children and grandchildren, she rushed out to welcome them.

Seeing Mrs. Fan welcoming her out, my wife froze for a moment.

He clearly knew that he was dreaming, but everything around him was so real that it didn't feel like he was dreaming.

This feeling is very contradictory.

"Old man, why are you in a daze? The children are all back."

"Oh." The old man hurriedly followed.

When I came to the door, I saw a big family, men, women, and children, noisy.

"Mom, why are you in my dream?"

"Hey, brother Mingming, are you coming to play with me in your dream?"

"Strange, boss, why is your family here, am I dreaming?"

"I still want to ask you, why are you in my dream?"

……

"Okay, okay, it's not in your dream, you are...in my dream." Mrs. Fan interrupted everyone.

"mom?"

"Mother-in-law?"

"grandmother?"

……

Everyone was chattering, their faces full of surprise.

"Okay, okay, the quarrel gave me a headache, let's talk about it when we go home."

As Mrs. Fan said, she turned and walked into the house with her hands behind her back.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, only a few children ran into the house recklessly, and several adults couldn't catch them.

Finally, everyone looked at the old man standing in a daze at the door.

"Dad, this..."

"If you have anything to say, let's talk in the room."

Then he turned and went back into the house.

Mrs. Fan's three sons thought about it and were about to follow in, but they were held back by their respective wives.

"Don't be afraid, that's my mother. Besides, before we were alive, we didn't do anything wrong to my mother. She still..."

"Okay, let's all go in, besides, you know you are dreaming, can you wake up?" the third child said beside him.

Then headed into the house.

Of the three sons, the third is the one who hurts the old lady the most.

The boss saw that the third child had gone in, and the children had also gone in. After thinking about it, he dragged his wife and followed him in.

"Go in, we're all in, what else can we do standing here?"

The second daughter-in-law walked in as well, and the second child could only follow quickly.

"Everyone is back after leaving."

Mrs. Fan looked at the crowd and the curious children frolicking around her. She touched this and that, feeling very happy.

Seeing Granny Fan like this, everyone looked at the boss.

The boss looked at the old man.

But the old man asked with some doubts: "Whose dream is this? Well, it's a bit strange to ask, I feel a little dizzy, alas, I am old and my memory is not good..."

Hearing the old man's unreliable words, the boss gave up hope and could only look at his mother.

"Mom, you... haven't you passed away?" He asked a little nervously.

Mrs. Fan nodded, and then said: "Because of passing away, I entrust you with a dream now. You are all busy on weekdays. It is not easy to gather you together. I can only gather you together in a dream. In this way, you Are you not busy?"

Hearing what Mrs. Fan said, everyone fell silent.

"How many years has it been since we got together as a family?"

"I know, it was when grandma passed away."

The person who spoke was the son of the third family. He was only eight years old this year and was in the third grade of primary school. He was aggressive and active.

"Yeah, when I die, the next time we get together as a family, do we have to wait for the old man to die?" Mrs. Fan said a little angrily.

Everyone looked at the third child in the corner.

The third child knows what everyone means, it's just that the old lady loved him the most during her lifetime, so let him say something nice.

"Mom, I know we made mistakes, but the main reason is that we are too busy at work and have to support our family." The third child said helplessly.

"Yes, Mom, I'm running my own business now, and I'll lose a lot if I leave for a day." The second child said.

"How big can it be? Make your family unable to eat? Or make your family live on the streets?"

"Oh, I know you don't want to hear what I said, but you are not busy, but you can't just give up your family just because you are busy." Mrs. Fan became a little sad when she said that.

"grandmother."

The grandchildren were very sensible, and gathered around to comfort them.

The three sons fell silent.

"It's said to raise children to prevent old age, but what's the use of having three sons? We don't eat or drink your food. We just want you to come back often, but you can't do this."

"Mom, stop talking, it's our fault." The boss said.

"It's not a question of who is right or who is wrong. It's because you don't have a heart. When I was alive, you wouldn't come back until you came back. Your father and I are companions and we can still talk."

"Now that I'm gone, your dad is the only one left. He doesn't even have anyone to talk to. If he calls you, he will hang up before he can say a few words. He will always be busy."

"The old man has been taken care of by me all his life. The rice cooker can cook raw rice. The cooking is either mushy or with too much salt. I'm leaving. The only thing I can't worry about is him. But you one or two, who can entrust you? Who can entrust it? Who of you has taken care of your father? Who of you has taken care of your father, do you think it will be enough to give you some money? Are we short of your money? "

Following Mrs. Fan's words, the three sons had already knelt down for her.

Granny Fan was so angry that she reached out and knocked on each of their heads, but she still couldn't bear to hit them hard.

"Old woman, well, they are also very busy at work. We are old, so don't trouble the children."

The old man who had been silent all this time was pleading for his sons.

"I know they are busy. When you were young, you were very busy every day. You were busy doing research. You were often away from home for ten days and a half months. I took care of three children by myself. I was both a father and a mother, and I also worried about you. If you are doing research, don't take a break..."

"Mom, I...I..." The boss choked up when he heard the words.

He is the oldest, and he has particularly deep memories of his childhood.

I didn't think about it before, but now that I think about it, my mother has been worrying about this family all her life.

But what did they give their mother in return?

Seeing the boss like this, the second and third children also became sad.

"Grandma." Seeing that his father was sad, the children also became unhappy.

"Okay, I'm bringing you together today, not for a complaint meeting. Let me cook you a meal. Let's get together. I have something to say to you."

Mrs. Fan asked He Sihai before, and she knew that this dream was an illusion of her memory, so if you want something, you just need to think about it.

Sure enough, she entered a familiar kitchen, which was full of dishes she was familiar with, and several daughters-in-law also came in to help.

Mrs. Fan was cooking carefully, while talking to her daughter-in-law about the favorite and least favorite dishes of the three sons.

In fact, she had said these words a long time ago, but the three daughter-in-laws still listened carefully.

But the three sons standing at the door of the kitchen felt very uncomfortable.

They have forgotten what their mother likes to eat.