"If I fell to my death, that would be a blessing. I would be free from disease and pain, so what's wrong? I can't do heavy work, and I've been resting at home for most of my life. Isn't that what I'm asking for?" Qian Lu Hai said in a rough dress.
The dishcloth in Qian Jian's hand fell, and he said in a trembling voice, "Dad, don't say that, we feel bad after hearing that."
Qian Luhai smiled and waved his hands, then sat down on the chair. Ever since he went to Guangcheng to find his younger brother Qian Luda and got injured that year, he could no longer bear the burden of supporting his family.
? His wife, He Hui, was caught at home and outside the house, and life was very difficult. Qian Luhai loves his wife dearly, and always finds ways to help with chores, and at least helps to share some of it.
In the past two years, although his son would always bring money back to honor his filial piety, Qian Luhai and his wife were always reluctant to spend money, and instead opened an account in the name of their son to save money. For them, at this age, they still have to plan more for their children.
Therefore, the things at home are even less dared to be ruined casually. For example, if the quilt is old, it will inevitably lose its warmth retention effect, and it will also be cold in winter.
The old couple always dismantle the quilt every two years, send the cotton wool inside to the old shop in the suburbs, play it again, and refurbish it and use it.
Qian Jian and his daughter-in-law also sent several new quilts, duck down, silk, and thickened quilts, which can be thought of in any season. But when Qian Luhai saw it, he said that it is still necessary to pay attention to benefits in doing things, and they are reluctant to cover this quilt, which is really a waste.
At this moment, Qian Luhai was sitting on the seat, pulling the cotton thread on the quilt. While talking, he said, "What's going on outside here? Do all the sick people look sick?"
Qian Jian was cleaning the refrigerator, and suddenly realized that his father was asking himself something, so he quickly turned around and said: "Many square cabin hospitals have been built, and there are more medical teams from other provinces rushing to help, and the sick are one after another. All of them can be admitted to the hospital. Overseas Chinese from all over the country have also donated a lot of supplies, and the situation is much better now."
"It's just that the front-line doctors and nurses work hard. If I knew medicine, I would have rushed into the hospital to help. But I don't know anything. No, these days I just run to the hospital gate when I have nothing to do. I just want to drive more to the doctors and nurses." A few times, it can be regarded as a face for our old Qian's parents, and I have done my best."
Qian Luhai said: "I'm also half of a person who is about to fall into the ground. God knows when I kick my legs and I will go away. I can't control those things outside. You should pay more attention to safety. After all, your wife, The children are waiting for you to come home. Don't be like your second uncle, be alone, and be gone if you say nothing. "
Hearing what his father said, Qian Jian was speechless for a while. He looked up at his mother, He Hui, and saw her staring blankly at the photos on the incense table, looking devastated.
"Mom" Qian Jian hurriedly called out.
He Hui was so shocked that she came back to her senses and sighed leisurely to the father and son: "Okay, why are you talking about this. I don't know what year and month it happened, and I still mention him for what?"
Qian Luhai dropped the cotton wool in his hand, and stared at He Hui closely: "Tell me, if I insisted on staying in Guangcheng and persuaded my second brother, wouldn't he have died?" (Note Website website: www.hlnovel.com