The wheat in Qingshiling was ripe, but Chen Changhe received a call from his son.
The wedding house in Nanzhou needs to be booked, the bride price needs to be 388,000 yuan, the hardware must be indispensable, the car must be available, and the wedding banquet must be decent.
Chen Changhe and Luo Xiuqin have been farming all their lives, and the money they have saved is less than a fraction of a house in the city.
They sold the old scalpers they had raised for more than ten years, borrowed money from relatives, and put their bankbooks, coffin books, and medical money that they had been reluctant to look at for half a year into their son's marriage.
On the day of my son's wedding, relatives said they were lucky.
But after the wedding banquet was over, credit cards, online loans, car loans and housing loans were revealed under the red quilt.
The new house is bright and the old house is empty.
Luo Xiuqin went to the town restaurant to wash dishes for fifty yuan a night.
Chen Changhe went to the construction site to carry cement for 200 yuan a day.
One of their hands was blistered, and the other's waist was so painful that he couldn't straighten up, but they still said: "It's okay."
Later, the daughter-in-law became pregnant, the granddaughter was born, prenatal check-ups, milk powder, diapers, early education, kindergarten, and all the bills came again.
Parents think that by sending their children to the city, they have completed their lifelong mission.
But they didn't expect that when their children entered the city, they would have no way out in their old age.
The land is deserted.
The old house is dark.
The hospital's payment gate was full of people.
Nursing home prices are prohibitive.
It wasn't until his father fell ill that his son finally understood: the walls of the new house he moved into were built with the blood and sweat of his parents, and the lamps illuminated his parents' old age.
This is a realistic tear-jerking novel about rural parents, urban children, sky-high prices for marriage and love, the difficulty of ordinary people seeing a doctor, and the difficulty of providing care for the elderly.
Reader comments
It's so real, there's chicken feathers all over the place, I feel sorry for the parents here
It's so real, there's chicken feathers all over the place, I feel sorry for the parents here