Chapter 48 twelve

When I woke up, it was almost eleven o'clock. I hurriedly got up and put on my clothes, and hurried out of the room. Mr. Fu was sitting in the living room, reading a newspaper with a pair of presbyopic glasses. A dark blue double-breasted vest, as if ready to go out. I see you slept soundly and didn't wake you up.Mr. Fu put down the newspaper, smiled at me and said. For some reason, I overslept.I feel a little embarrassed. When I was blinded last night, I am afraid it was almost dawn. I went out for a walk early in the morning and bought two cans of Knin milk powder at the pastry shop at the alley. You can make a cup and drink it.The powdered milk is on top of the refrigerator, and there is hot water in the kettle.Mr. Fu explained carefully.

Does the old man want a drink too? I don't drink that kind of thing, Mr. Fu waved his hand and said, it's getting late, we're going to have lunch. I'll make lunch.I hurriedly said. Let's order whatever we want and eat the noodles.There are still a few dishes of leftovers in the refrigerator, which were sent by your master, just take them out and reheat them later. I'm going to boil water and cook rice. Don't worry, Mr. Fu stopped me and said, go and drink a cup of milk powder first. OKI agree. I went to open a can of Knin milk powder, and made a cup of it thick with hot water.Once upon a time at home, Aunt Huang in the alley next door would sometimes give us a can of milk powder, which was the skimmed milk powder rationed by the government, which was said to be aided by the United States.My father didn't drink it, so my brother and I ate it.The taste of skimmed milk powder is very bad, light, and has no milky aroma.Kening milk powder is very different. It is authentic American milk, without sugar, and has a sweet fragrance.After I finished drinking the powdered milk, I found Mr. Fu in the kitchen, rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

That old lady, Mrs. Wu, packed her things so tightly that I couldn't find them.Mr. Fu bent his back and stood on tiptoe, panting to open the cupboard, muttering. let me do it, sir.I ran over quickly and opened the cupboard. I remember her putting the noodles on the top tier. I reached out to the top shelf of the cupboard, touched it, and sure enough, I found a large package of dry noodles. The old woman was afraid that cockroaches would eat it, so she hid on it. Cockroaches have wings, so if they want to fly, should they fly up?Mr. Fu smiled. I boiled water and put the noodles in the pot.I took out a few dishes of leftovers from the refrigerator and stir-fried them in a frying pan.After the noodles are cooked, take them out, put them in a bowl, and sprinkle a few drops of sesame oil and soy sauce.

Judging by your appearance, you probably have been in the kitchen before.Mr. Fu stood aside and said with a smile. At home, my father is at work, and I cook most of the time.I go to night school and go to school at night.I also laughed and said that my father also loves to eat noodles. We often eat dan dan noodles, just mix it with spicy peanut sauce. Mr. Fu and I sat down at a small dining table in the kitchen and had lunch together.Mr. Fu told me that in the afternoon he would go to Lingguang Nursery in Zhonghe Township to help take care of the orphans in the Orphanage. He said that the dean of Lingguang Nursery invited several old men and women to volunteer in the yard. .Most of these elderly people are mainlanders. Some of their children stay in the mainland, while others have grown up and left.Their family backgrounds are not bad, but they are lonely in their later years, and they go to the nursery for spiritual sustenance.

I also only started going to Lingguang Nursery three years ago. After Mr. Fu finished his noodles, I served a cup of hot tea. He took a sip and said slowly, their dean is collecting donations everywhere, and invited a few of us here Nursery home to visit.Those children are raised lively, bouncy, very pleasing.But in a corner, I found a small deformed baby.He has no arms, and the empty sleeves of the clothes he wears hang down and swing.At that time, he was only three years old, and he could not walk steadily and stumbled.I saw him fall to the floor, because he had no arms, rolled around on the floor, unable to get up, his face flushed with anxiety.I hurried over, picked him up, and he slammed into my arms, crying loudly.It was as if crying out all the grievances that were inherent in her stomach.The dean told me that the deformed baby was an abandoned baby, who was abandoned by his parents at the entrance of the nursery when he was still a baby.But that baby was very strange, it was born without arms.I felt sorry for him, and donated 10,000 yuan on the spot, specially designated for that deformed child.

There was a pitiful smile on Mr. Fu's freckled face. Strange to say, when I got home, I couldn't forget the deformity.In the nursery, the headmaster showed me the deformed boy's sleeves. His shoulders were bald, as if his arms had been severed.It makes me sad when I think of his bare shoulders.Two days later, I couldn't help but went to Lingguang Nursery to see him again.Unexpectedly, I went more and more frequently, and I went for three years Mr. Fu shook his head and stood up with a smile, walked to the door of the living room, pulled out a rattan cane from behind the door, and hunched over to the porch.When I sent him out the door, he seemed to remember something and added:

He didn't have a name, I called him Fu Tianci.