Rebirth do not come

On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, Ni Hui finished class as usual. Teacher Tian reviewed his homework and said to him: "Ni Hui, I won't be in class from tomorrow on. I will arrange homework for you. Remember when you go home. You have to practice every day, and I will check your homework in the eighth day of junior high school."

Ni Hui nodded: "Okay, teacher."

Teacher Tian said again: "Go back and ask your grandpa. Tomorrow we will go to the nursing home to see if he will go. If we go, we will meet at the nursing home in the morning."

Ni Hui was a little surprised, what was he going to do in the nursing home, he nodded and agreed: "Well, okay, I see."

When I got home, Ni Hui conveyed Mr. Tian’s words to my grandfather, who was practicing calligraphy while wearing presbyopic glasses. When he heard what Ni Hui said, he put down his pen: “Yes, it’s 28 tomorrow, and I’ll forget it if he doesn’t remind me.” .”

Ni Hui lay on the other side of the table and asked, "Grandpa, what are you doing in the nursing home?"

Grandpa said: "Go and see the widowed and widowed old man, and the old boss of grandpa, Huihui, are you going tomorrow?"

Ni Hui said, "Okay."

The next day, grandpa tidied up, put his pen and ink in a bag, rolled a roll of red paper into it, and took a bag prepared by grandma: "Let's go, Huihui, let's go play. "

This is the first time that Ni Hui has been in a nursing home for the elderly in two lifetimes. The nursing home is mainly homeless elderly with five guarantees, and there are also a few self-funded elderly. The old man's wife and children have passed away, and his health is not very good. He has no one to take care of him, and he is unwilling to hire a nanny, so he lives in a nursing home.

The conditions of nursing homes in this era are not very good. At this time, people have just solved the problem of food and clothing, and social welfare has not kept up.It is impossible to say how comfortable and comfortable it is. It is just that there are people who take care of food and daily life, a doctor who comes to check up regularly, and the same old man as company. I am not so lonely, and I don’t worry that no one will find out when I go to bed one day.

Those who went to visit the nursing home were all members of the Calligraphy Association where my grandfather belonged, and most of them were middle-aged and elderly people. We gave them some food, chatted, played chess, and listened to operas with them.This time bringing Ni Hui over, the old people naturally want to enjoy the family happiness.Ni Hui had no choice but to act like a well-behaved baby, singing, dancing and telling stories to the old people, which made the old people laugh.

Looking at the old people's smiles from the heart, Ni Hui couldn't help but feel a little sad. Will he be so lonely when he gets old in the future, with no children and no one to rely on?Or is it possible to reverse one's sexual orientation, get married and have children, in this case, one should be able to enjoy the family happiness of ordinary people.

Grandpa Hetian and the others spread out paper and pens and wrote Spring Festival couplets on all the rooms in the nursing home. The bright red Spring Festival couplets made the nursing home look lively and festive. Finally, there is a New Year atmosphere.After Teacher Tian finished writing a pair of couplets, there was a horizontal comment left, which he called Ni Hui: "Ni Hui, come and help the teacher write a horizontal comment."

Ni Hui looked at the teacher in surprise: "Teacher, let me write?"

"Yes, give it a try and write four characters—Furu is like the East China Sea." Teacher Tian said, "Can you write these four characters?"

Ni Hui scratched his head: "Yes, but I'm afraid I can't write well."

Teacher Tian stuffed the pen into his hand: "You are so young, what are you afraid of? Those who don't know have no fear. Just write. If the writing fails, there will be a teacher."

Ni Hui grinned: "Then I'm not afraid anymore."

Grandpa also encouraged his grandson: "Huihui, come on!"

Ni Hui knelt on the stool, picked up his pen and concentrated on it, and wrote four regular scripts in Yan style, "Fortune is like the East China Sea".The people around watched quietly, and applauded after he finished writing: "That's right, the bones and flesh are well-proportioned, and at a young age, there is already a structure."

"So it's Teacher Tian's disciple. It looks like a good seedling."

Teacher Tian picked up the horizontal script written by Ni Hui and looked at it carefully: "The word "Fu" is the best." The words were full of admiration, without the usual seriousness, and Ni Hui was very happy to hear it.

Teacher Tian said to everyone: "My student's joint pen is hung on the door together, and no one should reveal it."

"That's not necessarily true. Teacher Tian's calligraphy is so hard to find." Someone laughed.

When Ni Hui heard it, he probably guessed something. It is possible that someone liked Mr. Tian's calligraphy and took away the couplets he wrote.It turned out that this kind of thing didn't just happen to Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy. Ni Hui couldn't help admiring the teacher even more. A person who can do this is already very remarkable.

The upper and lower couplets of Ni Hui's horizontal comment and teacher were posted on the main entrance of the orphanage. The first couplet reads "Sharing the Splendid Years", the second couplet reads "Accompanying the Angel of Health", and the horizontal comment "Furu is like the East China Sea", which is very appropriate to the situation.Teacher Tian’s handwriting is steady and majestic, while Ni Hui’s handwriting is not out of childishness. It can’t be seen that it was written by the same person. Looking at his own handwriting, Ni Hui thinks it’s quite funny, and he still has a long way to go.

When he came back, his grandfather took Ni Hui to the New Year’s Market. Ni Hui saw many stalls selling Spring Festival couplets, blessing characters, and lanterns. They are very average, and some are not as good as my own. Ask the price, and it costs one yuan for a pair.

With a thought, Ni Hui said to his grandfather, "Grandpa, I want to buy some red paper."

"What do you want red paper for? You have it at home, so you don't need to buy it." Grandpa said.

Ni Hui said: "I don't have enough at home, I want more."

"What do you need so much red paper for?" Grandpa asked in surprise.

Ni Hui smiled and said, "I'm going to sell Spring Festival couplets."

Grandpa laughed: "Why are you selling Spring Festival couplets? Can you write Spring Festival couplets?"

"Today I saw a grandfather's sock torn in the nursing home. If I can make money, I will buy socks for them." Ni Hui said.

Grandpa looked at his grandson and patted his head: "What a good boy, okay, grandpa supports you, go and buy red paper."

The grandfather and grandson bought a stack of red paper, and got busy when they returned home. They cut the whole red paper with a paper cutter, two long and one short into one pair. Grandma knew that he was going to sell Spring Festival couplets, so she also came to help cut the paper .

Shui Xiangdong brought his younger brother over to play, and when he heard that he was going to sell Spring Festival couplets, he also came to help: "Tomorrow I will help too."

Ni Hui said, "Aren't you going to sell game consoles?"

Shui Xiangdong said: "I won't sell it for the time being, rest for a few days, and sell the rest after school starts."

Shui Xiangdong also sold some of the second batch of goods. This time he no longer sells retail items, but visits various shops and sells them to these shopkeepers. Each earns ten or eight yuan, although not as much as retail sales. There are a lot of them, but it's more worry-free, the goods are delivered quickly, and the funds are returned quickly. Up to now, half of the goods have been sold.

Several people worked all afternoon and half night, and finally cut out nearly a hundred pairs of Spring Festival couplets.Grandpa also gave Ni Hui a copy of Spring Festival couplets for him to play tomorrow.

The next morning, Ni Hui got up early, Shui Xiangdong arrived earlier than him, carrying Shui Xiangyang who was still dozing off, Ni Hui frowned and looked at Shui Xiangyang: "Yangyang can't go, it will freeze I have a cold."

Shui Xiangdong said, "I'll let him go at your house, and we'll go. I even asked Zhang Yong to go with me."

It is said that they will sell Spring Festival couplets, but in fact there is a lot of preparatory work. When the venue is set up, the sun will almost rise.Ni Hui sat down on a chair, spread the paper and dipped it in ink, and began to write Spring Festival couplets.

Zhang Yong yawned, stretched his waist, touched his face, and began to yell, "It's Chinese New Year, and Spring Festival couplets are on sale. A pair costs one yuan, and ink is swiped on the spot. Don't miss it when you pass by." Needless to say, this The advertisement word is Shui Xiangdong came up with.

The place where they wrote the Spring Festival couplets was right at the gate of the bustling Dongcai Market, and there was a lot of traffic, and they were not afraid of being bombarded by urban management, which has not yet been born these days.

Zhang Yong's voice is loud and loud. As soon as he yelled, someone looked sideways and saw three children, one was busy writing, the other was busy hanging up, and the other was busy yelling. .

Ni Hui sat there calmly, swishing, swishing, brushing and writing. He hasn't practiced calligraphy for a long time, so he can't write quickly. Of course, he can't wait for the customer to ask for it. It's the same as writing it first and waiting for the customer to choose .Shui Xiangdong took the couplet written by Ni Hui and handed it to Ni Hui's grandfather to put it on the rope and clamp it up.

In the early 90s, there were no mobile phones, no computers, impetuousness had just sprouted in society, most of the soil was still quiet, people’s hearts were also stable, social values ​​were not yet all about money, people’s hearts were still honest, everything was inferior, only reading was high This concept is still a universal value, so people still respect cultural people.At a young age, Ni Hui splashed ink on the street. Although it was for making money, people thought it was not snobbish or exaggerated. Such a beautiful calligraphy?

There are more and more people watching the excitement, and naturally there are more people buying couplets for fun.Shui Xiangdong was busy calculating accounts and collecting money, his small abacus was crackling, and he looked like a shopkeeper.

Ni Hui couldn't remember how many couplets he wrote, anyway, he didn't stop all morning, and the ink was poured several times.Shui Xiangdong took out the money he earned and sent Zhang Yong to have breakfast first. He said to Zhang Yong, "Go ask Grandpa Chen what he wants to eat, and bring it to him after eating."

Zhang Yong is gone.

Grandpa saw that his grandson was writing hard, so he said, "Huihui, are you tired? Why don't you come and write a few copies, why don't you rest for a while?"

Ni Hui looked at Zhang Yong who had just left, and said, "I'll write first, and wait for Grandpa to have breakfast before doing it for me."

Grandpa stroked his grandson's hair: "Okay, be good, write slowly, don't worry."

Ni Hui nodded, flicked his wrist, then picked up his pen and continued writing.Shui Xiangdong felt distressed watching from the sidelines and wanted to replace him, but his handwriting was limited to copying, and he could not write off the manuscript.

Zhang Yong was full, and brought a bowl of rice noodles and fried dough sticks for Grandpa Ni Hui to eat.Grandpa said: "Xiangdong, are you hungry, or should you eat first?"

Shui Xiangdong shook his head: "I'm not hungry, grandpa, you eat first, and let Ni Hui have breakfast after eating."

Grandpa smiled and nodded: "Okay." This child is organized and well arranged.

Grandpa bowed his head to eat, and Shui Xiangdong and Zhang Yong hung up couplets and sold couplets at the same time. Although it was a bit troublesome to hang up couplets because of their small stature, it was really rare to be able to keep busy.

Grandpa came over to take Ni Hui's place after breakfast, "Hui Hui, you and Xiang Dong go to have breakfast, I'll come."

Shui Xiangdong said: "Ni Hui, you go first, I will eat after you finish eating."

Grandpa waved his hands: "You all go, I'm too busy, all of you go." It's already past the morning market, the crowds are gradually decreasing, and Grandpa can be busy enough by himself.

Shui Xiangdong hesitated for a moment, and quickly followed Ni Hui's footsteps. He went without even taking the money, and he had to pay for his breakfast himself.The two were sitting in the breakfast shop, and Shui Xiangdong asked, "Ni Hui, what do you want to eat?"

Ni Hui said while rubbing his wrists, "I want two soup dumplings and a bowl of soup powder."

Shui ran eastward to order food, then came back, and sat next to Ni Hui: "Does your hand hurt?"

Ni Hui said: "No." Usually practice handwriting for two hours at a time, but the intensity is not so high, so I feel a little sore wrist.

Shui Xiangdong said, "Guess how many pairs were sold this morning?"

Although Ni Hui wrote the couplets himself, he didn't remember how many couplets he wrote. Shui Xiangdong stretched out his hand and said, "There are almost fifty couplets."

When Ni Hui thought about it, it was no wonder that his hands were sore. Even if one set had 18 characters, the 50 sets would still have 900 characters. He had never done such a high-intensity training before.

Shui Xiangdong said: "There are fewer people shopping for vegetables now, why don't we forget about it today?"

Ni Hui shook his head: "It's the Chinese New Year, and there are a lot of people shopping, even during the day, so let's wait a little longer."

Shui Xiangdong suggested again: "Why don't you go home and write, and sell it tomorrow morning. Tomorrow is Chinese New Year, and more people will buy this. It's not so cold at home, but it's too cold outside because of the strong wind."

Ni Hui hesitated and didn't answer. At this time, the food was brought to the table. He took the chopsticks and lowered his head to start eating breakfast. He picked up two chopsticks of rice noodles and felt sore in his hand. He changed his hand and began to chop slowly.

Shui Xiangdong said: "When you become famous in the future, you won't have to work so hard."

When Ni Hui heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and finally heard a comforting sentence.

Seeing him smiling, Shui Xiangdong couldn't help but brighten his mood. Ni Hui's smile is so beautiful.