After Mr. Fu talked with the two scientists of the Aerospace Academy, he walked to his usual resting room on crutches. When he was young, he suffered too much. After entering the Academy of Aerospace, he worked day and night. Now he is old and bad, even if he is old. You have to use crutches at home.
Li Jinnian was closing his eyes and rested. He opened his eyes quickly when he heard the sound of the sliding door and got up quickly.
"Slow down," he whispered, helping the old gentleman to enter the house, and sat down firmly with his gray-haired grandfather, who is still not busy. Go and work hard to prevent your body from being overwhelmed."
Facing the only grandson, Mr. Fu patted the back of his hand and said kindly: "I didn't worry about it, just chatting occasionally. This person, once he is idle, his brain will rust if it doesn't work well, so it's better to take advantage of it now. Just move more."
The old man who sat down saw the photo album placed on the short table at a glance. After a long time, the corners of the photo album were all yellowed. Although there was muddy but still full of wisdom, his eyes fell on the photo album, and his thin hands trembled. He stroked the cover of the album loftily, and his face with brown age spots had a faint, but unresolved sadness when he was old.
"Since your grandmother passed away, I have rarely looked at it." The old gentleman sighed lightly. There are memories of his life in the album, as well as his sorrows that will not be erased in this life.
Born into a wealthy family, even if there was a housekeeper and two servants by his side when he stayed in the United States later, in order to return to serve the motherland and his wife, he was tortured and almost died under the bullets of the United States several times.
When they finally returned to China, they had not had time to show their talents, and they were forced to leave the Aerospace Academy to lead an inhuman life. Between the ages of 28 and 35, he and his wife gave birth to three children. The son and the daughter died one after another, savoring the misery of the world.
Old ancestor Fu enjoyed too much, and paid all the retribution from his ancestors to his children. Several times, he and his old wife wanted to tie a twine to the tree with a set of necks. It's better to go.
I think that my motherland is in dire straits. There are no space, missiles, or satellites. The backwardness of such a big country makes them so unbearable to leave. They hold their heads and cry so much after crying, and wipe their tears clean after crying. The couple continued to draw various drawings silently by themselves, nestling underground and completing the simplest experiments with the simplest materials.
The old man who opened the album turned his attention to the photo of his wife who was smiling and staying in the time. He smiled and said to Li Jinnian: "When your grandmother was young, she was a beauty in a radius of ten miles. Going to the gate of Yangzhou City, the cool temperament that does not know the fireworks in the world has countless suitors abroad."
Reminiscing about his wife, the old man’s smile was very soft, and his wise eyes flashed with water, "Your mother has followed your grandmother, and you have followed your grandmother."
"I don't know the fireworks? Grandfather, are you teasing me?" Li Jinnian was afraid of making the old man too sad, and rarely teased himself. "If I don't know the fireworks, then you will be worried, and I am afraid that I will become a monk. Be a monk."
The old man laughed, "You are not much different from the monk now, you have a cold face at a young age, and the girl who sees you, can't you be scared?"
"Your mother often told me when she was alive that being young and old is not a good thing, because you are afraid that your temperament is too cold and you will easily suffer. My grandmother and I were also worried, but later I saw your cleverness and learned that they were unnecessary worries. "