my brother became a scum

I finally had the annual leave. During the seven days of Chinese New Year, I spent almost all of my time with my grandpa in the nursing home. He doesn’t remember much. The doctors and nurses all hinted to me that his brain is aging so badly that he may not last much longer.

I try to chat with him as much as possible, but in fact, I can’t talk about anything. I just mentioned a topic, and after half an hour, he forgets it, and his thinking becomes slower and slower. Talking and snoring.

He forgot Zhang Chen, and he almost forgot me.

Aging is an unavoidable destination for everyone. I am mentally prepared, but I am still uncontrollably sad.My grandfather insisted on changing my surname back then, raised me personally, and left one-third of the property to me when the property was divided.My uncle and my aunt are far away abroad, and the relationship will inevitably become unfamiliar. Counting the time difference, I dialed the numbers they left behind many times, but they couldn't get through. Even if I did, it was just a quick chat. Ask me if I have enough money, and I say enough, so I have nothing to say.

Grandpa's situation is not very good, and I can't get through the phone. I left a message on WeChat, explaining the specific situation.

Grandpa himself may have a premonition. When he was awake, he asked me to help him contact some friends from the past. I was about to make a call, but he said forget it, and call them after the new year.

On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, it was time to go back to work, but Grandpa’s situation was still not very good. I explained the situation to the leader, and the leader approved the note, and he could leave work one hour earlier every day. It also vaguely reminded me that if I do this in the long run, there will be no hope of promotion.

Working and being with my family will never be a harmonious relationship. I told the truth to the leader, I probably have no ambitions. The leader looked at me for a few seconds, and she said, you will marry a wife and have children in the future. Now is the best time to work hard. At that time, a leader happened to retire this year, and his superiors were also vigorously training young people. If they missed this opportunity, they would have to wait at least a few years.

She is very kind to me, but unfortunately I am stubborn, I can put down work and everything, just want to spend more time with grandpa.I hope my grandpa can live a long life, but I also know that there is not much time left. Even if I miss this opportunity, hard work may not be without the possibility of promotion. If I still cannot be promoted, I can consider trying other jobs in a few years.

The path of human beings is always one step at a time, and you walk out slowly. If you can accept the worst outcome, there is nothing you dare not do.

After February [-], Grandpa asked me to help him contact his friends, most of them are very old people, some of them have not survived this cold winter, they actually went there a few days ago, I helped to pour some tea and cut some Fruit, help the old man, and grandpa seems to be in better spirits, always chatting about some past events with great interest.

Talk about the school belle of the year, talk about the hard work done, talk about the changes of the times, talk about the disasters you have caused, and fall asleep while talking.

Not long after the old people went back, grandpa's students got the news from nowhere, and they also started to contact me, saying they would come and have a look in batches.

Grandpa has stopped attending the students' reunions since he retired. He is low-key and responsible. He hardly asks the students for help or does anything. The only time he asked the students was to fight for my custody.

He just got sick a few years ago, and I wanted to contact his students to help add an account, but he was so angry that his hands were shaking, and he just said: "I am a teacher, so I can line up as I want. You have been studying for so many years, and it doesn't make sense. understand?"

There are unspoken rules in society. Favors are a harder currency than money. I don’t think it’s wrong to use favors for convenience, but what Grandpa said is actually right.

It is shameful to jump in line, this is the truth that any child understands.But in the eyes of social people, it is natural to jump in line based on favor. The first reaction of the vast majority of seriously ill people is to look for social connections. Which relatives or friends are in the hospital, they will seek some convenience and help, because of past efforts and management, It is hard to say that it is wrong to be able to get help from others.Follow the minimum rules, be safe and down-to-earth, and don't use favors even if you have favors, which can't be said to be wrong.It can only be said that the positions are different, and I can't convince my grandpa.

Later, I had no choice. For a long time, I got up early to grab the number, or took a Mazza overnight to line up the number. I bought the scalper number a few times at the beginning, and my grandfather was very upset when he found out.

I had no choice but to suffer. At that time, I had just started working, and it was difficult to ask for leave. Zhang Chen quietly arranged for this nursing home, and deposited another 20 yuan to coax my grandfather to come here.

Later, I returned the money to Zhang Chen, but the favor could not be repaid. Grandpa had no reason to refuse, because the nursing home itself has a lot of beds, and you only need to apply to get in.

Zhang Chen prepared a complete set of materials for his grandfather, so he moved in and paid a certain fee for a month. Afterwards, his illness recurred and he never left the nursing home.

Because of this past incident, I subconsciously rejected the fact that my grandfather's students met him, but the other party spoke sincerely and talked to me a lot about my grandfather's past, so I really couldn't find a reason to refuse.

So the first batch of students came over. Grandpa was also very happy on the hospital bed, and he was able to call most of the students by name. Then came the second, third, and fourth batches, considering the issue of taking care of the elderly. , some of my grandfather's students have already retired, so they take turns saying they want to take care of them. In addition to the existing nurses, my pressure has been relieved a lot.

During this period, one of the leaders above retired, and a colleague from another department took over. We came in the first year. I was vaccinated in advance, and I have adapted well, and there is no psychological gap.

In a blink of an eye, it was summer, and the weather became very hot. The doctor in the nursing home said to me one day: "Let's prepare for the funeral as appropriate."

My first reaction was, of course, disbelief. Grandpa's condition is getting better and better, and he can even get out of bed and walk around by himself. Why do we need to prepare for the funeral?

The doctor said a lot of professional terms, but in the final analysis, there are only four words, which are reflected in the light.The doctor was re-invited by this nursing home after retiring from the public hospital. He has seen too many lives and deaths, and the possibility of misjudgment is actually very small.

I took a long vacation and simply lived in a nursing home. While smiling and accompanying my grandpa, I began to prepare for the funeral.

The cemetery, the wreaths, the funeral, the stakes, each item is a sharp knife, forcing me to face reality.Uncle and aunt have also booked their flight tickets back home, and they will be back after arranging the things at hand.

Zhang Chen called and asked if there was anything I could do to help. I thanked him for his kindness and politely declined.

If you can't be friends with benefits, you can't be friends, so don't reach out to hook up.

But he still secretly met my grandpa while I was away, and the nurse sent me a text message, saying that the grandpa and grandson had chatted for a long time.

Grandpa always told me that Zhang Chen was not a bad boy, and I agreed with him. Zhang Chen was indeed not a bad boy, but he became a bad person when he grew up, probably because the society was too dark.

Graduation requires a small thesis, so I looked up information and wrote articles by my grandfather's side.Most of the time, my grandfather didn't care much about what I was doing, but one day he suddenly became interested and insisted that I read it to him.

After I read a few sentences, he frowned and insisted that I show him.Like a primary school student, I put down his bed table nervously, increased the font size, and put down the notebook for him to read.

He spread his hands flat, and I skillfully gave him the reading glasses, and he tapped the screen lightly with his fingers, as if he was still in class a long time ago.

"This sentence has a wrong grammatical structure." After finishing speaking, he stared at me without saying a word.

I was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, I took out the pen and paper that I carried with me, and wrote down this sentence like a serious student.

He was very energetic today, he kept pointing at the comments, and talked for more than half an hour, and my article was also pulled to the end.

"Peace."

"Hey……"

"Study hard, don't fool around."

"it is good."

He took off his reading glasses, pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled.

"Bring some water to Grandpa, I'm thirsty."

I panicked, took a glass of warm water in a hurry, handed it to grandpa, and watched him drink it.He lay back contentedly, closed his eyes, and not long after, he started snoring.

I stared at him for a while, and couldn't help but feel his pulse with my hand, and then put my hand under his nose to feel for his breath.I never realized that I was such a timid person, facing death and parting, I was deeply afraid, but I couldn't resist.

The parting time would not come later because of my fear. Grandpa also began to tell me how to deal with his funeral, and even made a cross-ocean phone call to my uncle and aunt.

He asked when they would come back, and the reply on the phone said that it would take a few days, and the handover was not successful.

Uncle and aunt have both become executives of enterprises abroad, and they have so many things in their hands that they really can't get away from them. Grandpa's health has always been poor, and he has come back to see him in previous years. This time, no one expected that even these few days God can't wait.

On September [-]st, the principal of Xinxin Elementary School brought some teachers to visit grandpa. Grandpa had a good chat and joked with me that night.

I was a little surprised, this is a rare "worldly" language of my grandfather.

He drank water as usual, I helped him go to the toilet, covered the quilt, and closed his eyes safely.He is used to sleeping on his back, but for some reason that day, he insisted on turning around and sleeping towards me.

"Good night, dear grandson." He said vaguely.

I also smiled back to him: "Good night, Grandpa."

I had a dream. In the dream, I took Zhang Chen home for the first time. The little nanny had something to do at home, and there was no one in his house. He looked very lonely by himself. I couldn’t see him pretending to be okay , so he dragged him back to my house.

He was not happy with the boss at first, but when he arrived at the downstairs door of my house, my grandpa poked his head out of the window and shouted: "My good grandson is back, and he brought his classmates home to play."

He raised his head shamelessly and smiled sweetly: "Hi, Grandpa."

The dream turned into a round table, the three of us were eating together, festive songs were playing on the TV, and the table was full of laughter.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and the electronic clock opposite displayed a cold number: 03:43.

I subconsciously looked at Grandpa, and saw that he was still lying on the bed. He had just breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that something was wrong—he was too quiet, and he couldn't even hear the snoring.

I touched it with my hands, and his body had become cold and hard—he was gone, in a dream.