taste peaches

Chapter 64 Drawing the Road
Next to the village committee, there is a small nursing home, where the elderly who are alone or do not want to live with their children can live there.

And the 90-year-old veteran that Xuan Zhi is going to interview today lives there.

After Xuan Zhi greeted the village director, the nurses in the courtyard guided her.

The nurse led her through the courtyard planted with phoenix trees, and said, "Grandpa Huang suffers from Alzheimer's disease, and sometimes he can't even remember his own name. It may be difficult for you to interview him."

Xuan Zhi knew about this problem.

Because the reason why she came all the way to Huangdong Village was because of a coincidence that she saw a post about Alzheimer's disease on Weibo.

Interest and curiosity were then aroused by a comment from one of the netizens.

The netizen said: [There is also a grandfather in our village who suffers from Alzheimer’s disease. I worked as a volunteer in our village’s nursing home for a few days during the summer vacation, and found that he was always drawing maps every day, and I didn’t know where he was drawing. .But I heard that he used to be a soldier and had guarded the northern border of Tibet.I think he has a great story. 〕

But no one noticed this comment, so Xuan Zhi sent a private message to ask the netizen which city he was from.

Netizens learned that she was a reporter, and replied enthusiastically: [Feicheng, Huangdong Village. 〕

So through the enthusiastic help of this lovely netizen, she got in touch with the village committee of Huangdong Village...

The fiery red petals of the phoenix tree in September have withered, and the sun sifted through the ground with scattered light spots. The old people sat in twos and threes on the benches under the tree or by the flower beds.

Grandpa Huang sat alone in a wheelchair.

When Xuan Zhi saw him for the first time, just as the netizen said, he held a drawing book in his hand and drew a map crookedly.

The nurse walked over to him first and said, "Grandpa Huang, a reporter wants to interview you, is that okay?"

In fact, when I contacted him that day, I had already consulted Grandpa Huang's opinion, but I was afraid that after two days, he would forget it again.

"Okay, okay." Grandpa Huang nodded like a pounding garlic, and he seemed to be in good condition.

After getting approval, the nurse pushed Grandpa Huang to the stone table, and Xuan Zhi took out the recording pen and camera from the bag.

The nurse walks away in good time to go on to other things.

Xuan Zhi sat down on the stone bench, looking for a topic to cut into, "Grandpa Huang, what are you painting?"

"Paint the road." Grandpa Huang's cloudy eyes burst out with light and vitality when he said these two words.

Xuan Zhi heard the words, turned his head to the side, and looked at his paintings carefully. He saw the steep mountains and the sky covered with ice and snow, so he asked, "Why do you want to draw roads?"

"You can go home." Grandpa Huang's lips trembled slightly, "There is a way to go home."

Come back home?

Xuan Zhi couldn't help pinching the recording pen tightly, "Isn't your home right here?"

Grandpa Huang suddenly didn't answer.

Xuan Zhi saw that he was silent, so he could only ask in another way: "Then where is the road you drew?"

"Yaoji Mountain." Grandpa Huang said tremblingly, stroking the high mountain with his thumb.

"Where is Remote Thorn Mountain?" She had never heard the name of this mountain.

"Where is it?" Grandpa Huang suddenly seemed to have lost his memory, and asked Xuan Zhi instead, "Yes, where is it? Do you know? Can you take me there? I want to go and see."

"What do you want to see?" Xuan Zhi followed his words and asked.

"I want to see my brother." Grandpa Huang's eyes suddenly became moist. "They are all there, a whole regiment, 490 people, all of them are there. I want to see them, I want to bring them back .But there is no way, no way.”

Grandpa Huang's voice weakened, and the moment he lowered his eyes, tears full of vicissitudes wetted the steep mountains and snow-covered sky on the paper.

Xuan Zhi finally understood what the road he drew meant.

That's the way he wants to take his one thousand 490 number nine brother home...

(End of this chapter)