This article is from WeChat public account: Real story plan ( ID: zhenshigushi1) , of: Li Yu, from FIG title: creative FIG insect
With the expansion of the Chinese immigrant community, some children have taken their parents abroad, and they are too busy with their parents because they are too busy working and living. Old Chinese people who are acquainted with the environment can only console each other in the church and spend their old age.
Story time: 2012
Story location: Canada
As soon as the snow melts, summer in Guelph, the town, is here. After the summer vacation, when the students left, the city fell into silence.
I have been working in a Chinese restaurant for many days, and the students who work together have returned to China, leaving me with my own days and nights. In the summer, due to the bleak business, I lost ten dollars a day. Ten dollars can buy a box of discounted beef or two bags of whole wheat bread. It was once a day’s living expenses.
Landlord Hu sees my dilemma. One day, he told me, “Li Yu, otherwise you go to a place with me, and I will take you to improve the food.” I readily agreed.
On the weekend, we set off in his shabby Toyota. Out of the residential area, the scenery was even more barren, the windows were closed, and the wind leaked in from all directions. Just as I was worried about whether the machine would fall apart, a church appeared in front. Lao Hu slowly parked his car, pulled the car door, and pointed at the door of the church. “Brother Li Yu, welcome to our big family full of love.”
Lao Hu’s expression was very serious. He believed that I knew it. After I lived in his old house, he was about to preach to me after a short distance, and I declined politely. This time he said “eating” directly. When in poverty, it’s hard to refuse.
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I was a little surprised when I entered the church. I have seen so many Chinese sitting together for the first time in Guelph.
The priest of the church is a Taiwanese man in his forties, wearing a black suit, white shirt, and no tie. Small eyes, wearing gold glasses, always smiling, soft voice when reading the Bible. He read a paragraph, drew a cross, and said “Amen”, and the people below said “Amen.”
There are young students and middle-aged women dressed as housewives, but more of them are elderly. They clasped their hands together, their heads bowed, and looked at a piece of silver wire. When sharing, they spoke from the south to the north, and talked slowly and slowly. Most of them were short trivial matters of the parents. Others always listened to the story, as the story went up and down, or they rejoiced or sighed.
Lao Hu has come to church for a long time, familiar with each old man, and quietly introduced to me-Sister Liu Yulan who speaks the Northeast accent; it is the Yang Shuhua brother who was picked up by a kind person. He is from Tianjin and used to believe in Buddhism; The old couple are from Shanghai, the old man is a university professor, his children are doctors, and they are all abroad.
The event is over and the long-awaited meal is here. I was sitting at the same table with the old Shanghai couple. The old man’s face was serious and he felt inaccessible; the old lady was much better and took my hand enthusiastically and asked me, “Brother, where are you from? First time to church?”
She calls me brother, and I call her grandma. Grandma’s surname is Feng, and the old man’s surname is Zhang. The two have been married for more than 50 years. When they joined the school, Shanghai was not liberated yet. When recalled, Grandma Feng was excited, and her voice was like a slowly flowing river. She lived so well. “Her hands trembled, and the old man saw her, reprimanding her:” well, don’t talk much. “She said, holding her hands gently and placing them on her legs, Picking up another piece of rapeseed and handing it to Grandma Feng’s mouth, Grandma Feng didn’t eat, he ordered the motto: “Open your mouth.” Until she looked at her and swallowed, she looked at me with a little sorry tone: “This Little brother, sorry, my wife is not well. “<