Drunken Death Dangtu [Complete Edited Version]

It was not until I went to the hospital that my father's condition changed.

I was shocked, trembling all over, and questioned my dad's attending doctor: "Didn't you say that his illness is not serious?"

"For young people, it doesn't matter if they suffer from a little brain contusion, but for the elderly, the function of various organs in the whole body declines, and one problem is very likely to cause many complications, not to mention that the old man has long-term liver disease. , it’s not easy to delay until now.”

The chief director pointed to the old man on the bed opposite my dad, and comforted me by saying that the condition of the elderly is the same as that of the Chinese stock market, with unexpected ups and downs, one day a day with patterns that you can't understand.Look at the old man next door, one minute he needs to be put on a ventilator, and the next minute he can touch the nurse's hand to wipe his oil. He has been notified of critical illness several times, but he just refuses to take his last breath.

When he said this, his expression was relaxed, and he could tell jokes and shake his burden, but I really don't like this kind of attitude that treats life and death like a feather.

I didn't understand the etiology mixed with technical terms, but I understood the condition. The medicine for encephalopathy caused liver failure. My dad's liver failed, this time it was completely broken.

The doctor told me lightly that the current situation is fine, but it’s hard to say when that day will come. As a family member, you have to be mentally prepared. If the old man wants to eat and use anything, let him realize it during these last days Alright.

I put the fruit at the door of the ward and turned back. After walking a long way, I bought half a catty of brine elbows and a bottle of rice wine.

Stepping through the door, I saw my dad. He was lying flat on the bed with his eyes open. He seemed to have heard my footsteps towards him, and turned his face towards me.

I squinted my eyes and looked at him for a while. He had a dark old face, but his hair was as white as snow. I confirmed that his mouth was not more crooked than the last time I saw him. I raised my wrist reassuringly and shook the things in my hand: " Yuan Guochao, I will bring you the brine elbow that you have been thinking about so much, tomorrow, and every day, paired with two taels of rice wine, until you get tired of eating it."

Although I had the foresight to chop the elbow finely, my dad's swallowing ability became very poor, and he couldn't eat after a few mouthfuls.I took a towel and wiped his mouth, then lifted his soft quilt and rubbed his legs.

Although most of the nurses here have long breasts and good looks, they are all too young. I always suspect that they may not care about elderly patients.I rubbed my dad's legs for a while and rubbed his arms for a while. Although he is not hemiplegic, he has been bedridden for many days. I am afraid that he will develop bedsores.

Lao Yuan's legs were as thin as dry wood, and the water inside had been sucked dry by someone long ago. His skin was covered with white moss-like cracks. I buried my head, rubbed, rubbed, Hands full of dandruff.

"Yuan Guochao, Xiaoli hasn't woken up yet, but the doctor said that the recovery is quite optimistic. As long as he takes a lot of imported medicine, he can probably recover - why do you think we have such neighbors, who are so stubborn from beginning to end, and our daughter has an accident? I don't even care, the money for medical treatment is all covered by my old lady..."

"Also, your daughter-in-law is in a cold war with your son. She has already returned to Beijing after finishing her career, but she just refuses to talk to him... Just ignore her, any kind of temper is something you get used to..."

"My old lady Pi finally agreed to be the choreographer of "Send Tang". I heard from Skylar... that girl who came to see you with me a few days ago, she said that my old lady Pi has already taken the post. I guess she doesn't really want to be This way of returning to the stage is mainly because I want to save more money for Xiaoli's illness..."

Occasionally, I raised my face to look at Lao Yuan, and found that he was always distracted, the corners of his mouth were overflowing with foam that could never be wiped off, and his eyes were staring straight out of the window.

His expression was serious, never strange.

Outside the window is the summer with the temperature soaring to [-] degrees Celsius. The heat is stretching the world, everywhere is noisy, everywhere is green and fluffy, there are shirtless men and girls in hot clothes everywhere, and there are hormones that are as hot as summer.

"Hey," the old man was sometimes sober and sometimes confused. I saw that he had been in a trance for long enough, so I couldn't help calling him, "Yuan Guochao, what are you thinking?"

"I think about everything, my father, my mother, the comrades who sleep on the upper bunk, the workers who drink with me, and my whole life... I was thinking about your mother just now, and I was interrupted by you little bastard. gone."

My dad's mouth is crooked and his tongue can't be straightened. It's hard for him to say these words, but I still understand.At this moment, I felt sad. My father had never brought up my mother in the past ten years. Now, for the first time in history, I finally realized that maybe his time was coming.

"Your mother also liked to dance when she was young. It's not like Xiaoli's mother who cuddles with men and women. She can go on stage and win prizes... Your mother doesn't eat all day like a fairy. After giving birth to you, she still has a waist." It's as thin as a bowl, and you can hold it firmly with two hands..." My dad's eyes were cloudy, and he sighed faintly, "Your mother is good at everything, she can't go wrong with her appearance, figure, and temperament, but she is restless."

Lao Yuan characterized my mother's departure as "restless", and he also said that I not only inherited my mother's dancing talent, but also completely inherited her "restless" temperament.

I tried to go through all the previous things again, and the old things in my impression did indeed hit my mother a lot, but after a careful look at the fine dust of the years, the beating was a beating, but it may not be a hard beating, or a real beating.Recalculating old accounts is not pleasant at all. It has been more than ten years since my mother abandoned her husband and son. Now I only remember that woman with good-looking eyebrows and a beautiful waist. Twist your waist, move your hips and brush your long hair lightly, and there will definitely be a well-dressed opposite sex coming to strike up a conversation.

I had no intention of delving deeper into their love and hatred, so I put my dad's legs under the towel, glanced at his lifeless crotch, and asked, "Didn't you miss my mother, you miss a woman Bar?"

Lao Yuan closed his eyes, showing a tired expression, and didn't talk to me.

When Lao Yuan had completely fallen asleep, I would sit by his bed and distract myself.

This wasn't the first time I was on the brink of parting from my dad, nor was it the worst.At that time, there was no money in his pocket, and the doctor prevented him from being admitted to the ward. My dad spent three days hanging water in the crowded emergency room, during which time he received three critical illness notices.When the doctor said there was no cure, I pushed his hospital bed and ran all over the courtyard looking for help. When I was queuing up to pay, I asked my dad to keep my pocket, and told him not to let people go by. There is your living money.My dad thought the fanny pack had a greasy, meaty smell, but he still held his arms tightly.In the end, he was twitching all over his body, his eyes turned white, and he still held it tightly. I held his hand and said, Lao Yuan, you have to fight, let's live until we can live a good life, okay?I remember he couldn't speak at all, but he nodded at me with old tears, and then he really came alive.

Is it a good day now?

Looking up at this bright and gorgeous ward, thinking that a man's "good life" should be full of wine and sex, I found that I didn't feel too sad, but a little regretful.

So I came up with a ridiculous and bold idea, I want to find a woman for my dad.

Walking out of Lao Yuan's ward, I thought of the old K in the detention center who could recite good poems. I called him, told him about my situation here, and asked him if he had any girl with a big heart to introduce.

"Your father...will die so soon?" I often talked about Lao Yuan outside in the detention center, so Old K knew about it.

"Well, that's what the doctor said. I seem to be in good spirits. Anyway, let's prepare in advance."

"Sorry, you must be sorry."

"I'm not dead yet, besides, I'm not sad." My voice was very calm, just like that big director, and I really managed to laugh at life and death, especially awesome.

"Hey, most people are either crying and wiping away their tears at this time, or they are busy making funeral arrangements for the old man. A filial son like you is really a legend! But you have found the right person, public relations, models, and those most infatuated Guoer, The famous prostitutes in the eight major alleys of old Beijing are not as familiar as my old K. The key is what kind of girl do you want to find?" Old K talked about these things, and I could see them thousands of miles away from him. A happy face.

I used to joke with my dad about getting him a woman, but never did it.At this moment, my palms were sweating, I covered the microphone and spoke in a low voice, and I would sneak a glance at the surrounding environment from time to time, sneaking like a guilty thief: "You are young and beautiful, with a thin waist, and you better have a little style, not the ones that are common in hair salons. My dad has only prescribed this once in his whole life, so I can't be wronged."

"Style, keep it in style! I happen to have one here. I participated in a talent show and almost became a star. Do you think it is possible?"

"Success, I am assured of your aesthetic ability. The price..."

"That depends on what you want to find someone for. The price is easy to negotiate for one-on-one. If you want to single out you father and son—"

"Okay, you are aimless and farting, listen to me first." I thought about it carefully, and felt that my dad's old bones that were about to sink into the ground could not do anything earth-shattering, so I said to him, "Just Let's chat with the old man."