This incident was very irritating to my father, and he still talked about it to me many years later. It can be seen that my father has the problem of "if you fall, he will go up and kick you", which i

This incident was very irritating to my father, and he still talked about it to me many years later. It can be seen that my father has the problem of "if you fall, he will go up and kick you", which is the greatest harm to people. I really want to cover up this shortcoming of my father and keep it a secret for His Holiness, but I feel that in that case, what I remember will not be my real father. I think it would be better not to write articles that praise your father as a flower. My father is the happiest, and what makes his children feel the most kind and lovely is his old age. Strictly speaking, it was after he got Alzheimer's disease. Because of this disease, his father became a child again, simple, childlike, lively, and his dialogues were sharp and witty. Although he brought a lot of trouble to his children, it was happy trouble. The sisters who often stayed around him were full of interesting things about his father at this time, and they burst into laughter every time they told them. I'll just give you one example I heard. One day, my father came back with his pants wet, and his mother scolded him that he couldn't clamp them down and would wet his pants again? My father said with a smile, "I told (my) buttocks, please clamp it on your butt, and let's go home and sit on the toilet to pee. Who knew it was coming to the door of the house, and it was disobedient, and there was nothing I could do about it." I once wrote a 3,000-word novel about my father’s later years. The excerpt is as follows:

"Wild Legs Father"

——Wild Legs is a local dialect here, describing Those who are at a loss as soon as they stay at home.

My father is eighty-one years old, but he still rides his bicycle very well, which really worries us to death. Although we tried our best to have people following him, in the blink of an eye he disappeared along with the car. If he just rides his bicycle in the county town, we can find him quickly, and if something happens, we can easily deal with it. The problem is that he loves to run to the countryside, which is like a fish entering the sea - he has worked at the township water conservancy station for fifty years, and any canal or village can be said to be his hometown. Ordinarily, with communications now so advanced, wouldn’t you know where he is as soon as you call the cell phone? Haha, I’m sorry, my father had Alzheimer’s disease a few years ago. Standing in front of the community where he lived, he asked people where the Guangyuan community was. Besides, he is also afraid that if we find him and give him a mobile phone, it will break down in a few days.

My father lived with the fourth child in my family. The fourth child was spoiled by him and dared to go hard with him. He made a plastic card with his phone number written on it, and specially added: This is a lost old man. If anyone sees it, please call this number. He strung the plastic card on a fake silver necklace and said to my father, if you lose the necklace, I won't let your little nephew come visit you.

This method is really effective. Everyone in the township who is my age knows my father. His front legs were missing, and someone called on his back legs. But one time, my father left for a day and a half and no one called us. We had to call his friends scattered throughout the township, and finally found him. Before we could raise any objections, he plausibly claimed that the necklace was lost. When asked why he lost it, he said it was so hot that the necklace felt itchy on his neck, so he fiddled with it and then lost it. After finishing speaking, he looked at us secretly proudly. That means, let’s see if you are willing to let me wear the necklace.

The fourth child bought back a box of fake silver necklaces and placed them in front of him. My father was so depressed that he cried to his grandson. The little grandson wants us to cultivate his grandfather's interest in playing mahjong and other things. In addition to riding bicycles, my father loved drinking all his life. The sight of other entertainment gave me a headache. This was really a waste of time.

One day, my father disappeared again. We waited for a day and no one called us, so we called his friends one by one. It wasn't until night that someone said my father was there. We went through the night to find him. As soon as he saw us coming, he clapped his hands and stamped his feet and told his friend's family that our family had abused him and made him wear the hanging rope. He would never go back until he died.

It was too embarrassing to argue with him in front of outsiders, so we quickly promised him that we would not let him wear the necklace in the future. He winked, asked us to write a guarantee letter, folded it solemnly, put it in the pocket of his close-fitting clothes, and came back with us triumphantly.

From now on, whenever we asked him to wear the necklace, he would take out the guarantee letter and wave it in front of our eyes. We washed the guarantee letter several times when we wanted to borrow it for laundry, but it was not in his pocket.

Just like that, my old father would run wild once every ten days and a half, so we had to call his friends one by one, and his friends would get annoyed and leave us. The fourth child became angry and wanted to confiscate the keys to his father's garage. His bike is in the garage. The old father said coldly: "If you dare to take back the garage key, I will jump out of this window in vain."

The fourth child twisted his mouth angrily, and without saying a word, took the old father's old car. The permanent bicycle hung from the roof of the garage, leaving my father to curse.

One day, I caught a glimpse of my father sneaking into my nephew's house. I slipped over and took a look. The door was closed and I couldn't hear the muttering inside.

I sat in front of the window sill and looked at Laosi's garage downstairs. After a while, I saw my nephew and his grandfather sneaking up to the garage, unlocking the door, pushing up the rolling shutter door, going in and pulling it down again. I quickly sneaked to the garage and heard my grandfather and grandson trying to get the bicycle off the roof of the garage. As they were doing this, the grandfather and grandson started to quarrel. The grandfather scolded his grandson for being stupid, and the grandson said that grandpa was inconvenient, so they both turned against each other and walked toward the garage door arguing. I ran away quickly. Unexpectedly, after a few days, my father and his car were still missing. We shamelessly called his friends and found him on the third day.

We couldn't figure out how the old man got the bike off the roof of the garage. No way, when lifting the bicycle, I have to use an extra wire to hang it. A month later, my father disappeared again with his car...

One night, it was my turn to sleep in my father's house, and I woke up for some reason. At first glance, I saw that my father was not on the bed or in the bathroom. I quickly sneaked to the garage, and sure enough, the garage door was a foot high from the ground. I lay down and poked my head into the garage. I saw my father using a flashlight, climbing on a wooden ladder to cut the wire hanging the bicycle! He cut and rested for a while, trembling. I was really worried that he would fall. Come down. He didn't dare to say anything, for fear of startling him and actually falling off the ladder.

The bike finally fell off the roof of the garage and hit the ladder as it bounced back. My father came down from the ladder tremblingly, held up the bicycle, patted here, touched there, and felt that the bicycle was not broken. Then he set up the bicycle, stuffed the ladder under the car with difficulty, and tied it to both sides of the car with wires. On the root axis...

My father thinks that bicycles in the past are bicycles and is dismissive of today's bicycles. This Forever bicycle was his lifeblood, and we had never thought of getting rid of it. But this time, the fourth child couldn't bear it any longer. Taking advantage of his father's inattention, he sold it to a rag collector. Alas, I dare say that my mother is gone, and my father has never been so lost. We scolded the fourth child for being too cruel. We wanted to buy another bicycle like this for our old father, but there was no place to buy it.

The old father finally regained his composure and walked around absentmindedly. Soon we discovered that my father liked to squat in front of a car repair stall and watch people repair cars. We secretly asked the car mechanic to pay more attention to my father. Soon, my father repaired bicycles for the master.

One day, the bicycle repairman called us and said that my father had disappeared while riding the customer's bicycle. We rush over. The car repairman said angrily. After he repaired the car, he wiped his hands and went to watch people playing chess while waiting for the customer to pick up the car. When a customer came and asked him where his car was, he discovered that his father had taken it away.

We calmed down the mechanic and the customer, and then started calling my father’s friends. At noon the next day, a strange phone call came saying that my father was on the road near Tianma Village. We drove over and saw my father in a stalemate with a middle-aged man in his fifties. One is pushing the handlebar, and the other is holding on to the rear frame of the car. Seeing us coming, my father lowered his head in shame.

The middle-aged man told us that he was walking back from the field and saw an old man pushing a bicycle on the road. He thought he looked familiar, and when he looked over, he saw it was my father.

His father and my father were good friends. This bicycle is an old permanent bicycle.

My father has limp feet. We are anxious and happy at the same time. My father has had wild legs all his life. He can't stay at home anymore. We have to let him walk around on crutches.

One day, there was another old permanent bicycle in the garage. If you look closely, it was the one my father rode away from the repair stall. We wondered for a while, but when we saw that my father really couldn't ride a bike, we felt less nervous. Soon, we discovered that our father had gone into the garage and not come out for a long time, and it was difficult for us to go in and take a look. The fourth child clicked on the camera in the garage, and we saw our father limping and pushing the bicycle in circles in the garage, making gestures with one hand from time to time, as if he was talking to someone. The fourth child also equipped the camera equipment with recording equipment. As soon as his father entered the garage and pulled down the garage door, we heard the following passage.

"...Old man, let's go to Caogui Canal this time. Oh, we haven't been there for about three years, right? Let me think about it, the last time it was...Cao San killed a pig Did you go there? Well, that’s right. Oops, the pork stew that day was really delicious. I ate a full plate of such fat pork! Oh, by the way, Cao Sang just married his third daughter-in-law that day. She also gave us a toast. She has a tall figure and a smile. She looks like a good wife. Oh, Cao San’s three sons are all good, but the eldest one loves to fight. However, he is only seventeen years old, so he is the third one. When the mule and colt are having fun, things get much better after this age... Oh (stops the car and looks around), where is this? It's the Guangsheng First Team. I think we should go closer from the Guangsheng First Team. , before we got to Caogui Canal, the children came after us. These gray grandsons (stopped the car and looked around, then pushed the car away), made it impossible for his grandfather to go anywhere. The bridge over the canal is still the same one built by Li You when he was the captain. Oh, a corner has collapsed here. Li You died about five years ago? He died in the second year of the household guarantee system? , when he was digging the Erhuang River, he was so young and energetic that he stood in the knee-deep water and worked hard. As a result, before he reached the age of forty, he became ill and died like him. There are so many. But now that the rural people have left their hometowns, who still remembers their glorious history? ... Hehe, these Shandong gangsters! (Raises his hand and calls) Qiao Sanjia! Hehe, this is it. You slut, pretend you didn't hear it - let's go! Oh, Qiao San really made her mad. Yes, let's go to Qiao San on the way. This Shandong gangster is so generous, he won't let him go once he's gone. Let's go. The dog meat we ate at his house once was so delicious... (stopped the car and set up an awning to look at it) Why were there no reeds in the six rows? (looked down) The water was still dark. Sigh, stop talking, the waste water from the fertilizer plant is still discharged here. Bah bah (slaps his hand in front of his nose) It stinks! Hurry up! (Pushes the cart and drives away) The fish here used to be so plump, but now they don’t even have toads. The screams were no longer heard. Oh, yes, I was able to sleep on the Caogui Canal Gate again today. I sat on the gate with Lao Li, drinking while listening to the frogs and insects croaking in the surrounding areas, and patting my flowery legs. Mosquitoes, how exciting they are. Uh-huh, that flower-legged mosquito bites people so much, it makes a big bump..."

2016·4·17·14:25·Sunday

My father’s later years brought us joy. My father’s biggest wish was to return to Wynn Commune, where he had lived for more than 80 years, but he did not achieve his wish. It's not that Wynn Commune is far away, but he can't move, and his children don't dare to ask him to move. Old age is a gradual process of being imprisoned, there is no way around it.

May my father rest in peace.