"Don''t worry," said Wu Mian. "Sir, let''s go in and talk? It''s a little cold outside. It snows when we see it."


    "You''re so young that you can''t stand your bones? Yes, you haven''t been frozen," said fan Zhongzhi. He wanted to stand up, but Wei Dabao came up with a cat on his waist and said with a smile, "I''ll push you in."


    "I can go by myself." fan Zhongzhi said stubbornly.


    "It hasn''t recovered yet. We have to get the doctor''s advice from the superior doctor." Wei Dabao tried not to see Wu Mian and said to fan Zhongzhi.


    Wu Mian smiled and said, "don''t you feel cold?"


    "Where is this? Twenty years ago, it was rare to see heavy snow closing doors in Northeast China. Now it''s not cold in winter."


    "Then why are you still wearing so much."


    Fan Zhongzhi glanced at Wu Mian and didn''t speak.


    Wu Mian smiled, but he didn''t care.


    Since fan Zhongzhi installed a brain pacemaker, Alzheimer''s disease has gradually recovered. Wu Mian asked several times, but fan Zhongzhi kept silent about the past.


    "If you don''t feel cold, we''ll talk here."


    "What''s between us? You don''t have to bother to talk with me every day. I''m not lonely."


    "Generation gap?"


    "Oh, I don''t remember the word, maybe." fan Zhongzhi shrank his body in his military coat and puffed up. Hands copy sleeves, eyes looking at the blue sky in early winter, I don''t know what to think.


    "I don''t want to judge your recovery from many small details." Wu Mian smiled, pulled over a chair, and then said to Wei Dabao, "the old man can go and let fan dongkai watch. Don''t fall."


    "OK." Trinket received instructions from his superior doctor.


    "Boy, if you feel cold, let''s go in."


    "I''m ok," said Wu Gong. "When I was a child, I was forced to open the door by the snow. I pushed the window out and shovel the snow in front of the door."


    "Don''t say this." Wu Mian saw that fan Zhongzhi didn''t answer. He immediately changed the topic and asked, "has your memory changed recently?"


    "Yes," said fan Zhongzhi. "Things in the past are becoming clearer and clearer. I can remember many trivial things I forgot."


    "What do I think you''re a little unhappy?"


    "No, just remember my old comrades in arms. I don''t know if they are good. Guo Dao, boy, that''s his name."


    "Yes, Guo Ruming, director Guo, made a series twenty years ago. You must have seen it," Wu Mian replied.


    "When will director Guo take me to pick them up?"


    "You''re not going to pick them up, but let''s go to the airport and pick them off the plane." Wu Mian said, "the last time we just finished, the next time next spring and summer. We have to negotiate with that side about the specific time."


    Fan Zhongzhi didn''t have the sadness that Wu Mian imagined. The old man''s expression was flat. He just looked at the blue sky, just like Wu Mian lying on the bamboo chair behind laogua mountain and looking at the stars.


    "Old man, tell me about it." Wu Mian said with a smile, "you can remember any small things."


    "Why are you such a good letter?" fan Zhongzhi said contemptuously.


    "This is the need for treatment. I want to know your recovery." Wu Mian said with a smile.


    Fan Zhongzhi looked at Wu Mian in disbelief and then said, "I remember the craft of weaving straw sandals."


    "..." Wu Mian said nothing.


    "I haven''t made it up for many years." fan Zhongzhi said with emotion, "it was a craft and I can''t forget it, but then one day I was idle and wanted to make up a pair of shoes with sun dried autumn grass to make my great grandson happy, but the grass is in my hand and I can''t make up anything."


    Wu Mian knows this situation. It is a precursor of Alzheimer''s disease, just as old Mr. Fan Zhongzhi said.


    "I was a little flustered at that time," said fan Zhongzhi. "How can I say? We even had only 16 comrades left. I didn''t feel at all when the iron mound came over. I can''t remember knitting straw sandals. I feel that the whole heart is empty."


    "And then?"


    "Later things have been basically forgotten. I can''t remember now."


    Wu Mian was slightly stunned and found that he and fan Zhongzhi basically talked about two roads. He asked about the story of that year, while Mr. Fan thought about straw sandals.


    "I remember this a few days ago. I''m as happy as anything." fan Zhongzhi didn''t notice Wu Mian''s mood and continued, "when I was young, I made straw sandals very fast. I made the straw sandals of the whole class alone. The straw sandals made by other classes scattered after more than ten miles. I can wear away the soles of my shoes."


    "Awesome, this is a real craft." Wu Mian stretched out his thumb and said.


    "You know a fart."


    "Old man, this is your fault." Wu Mian said, "if I tell you I also make straw sandals, do you believe it?"


    "Don''t believe it." fan Zhongzhi glanced at Wu Mian and said, "if you have to wear woven straw sandals, my blood will be spilled in vain?! so many comrades in arms died just to live a good life for you kids? You told me you can weave straw sandals. Believe it or not, I''ll beat you into straw sandals."


    Wu Mian was clumsy for a moment.


    "Let''s have a good day. But what straw sandals do you make? You think that thing is good. No matter how thick it is, you can''t walk. Just like you, a young and noisy literary soldier, wearing straw sandals for two or three miles."


    "Old man, straw sandals can sell for money now. It''s a craft. It''s called a local specialty. No one wears them anymore." Wu Mian said. "They''re all bought back as souvenirs. Here ~ ~"


    Then Wu Mian''s eyes looked at the Taoist temple on the top of laogua mountain.


    "In the future, if this side becomes a tourist attraction, a pair of straw sandals can sell for twenty or thirty." Wu Mian said with a smile, "if you can always make it up, you can build a big tile roofed house in a few months."


    "Now who still lives in big tile roofed houses?" fan Zhongzhi said with a smile. "When I forgot, all the young people in my family went to the buildings in the town. Those who stayed in the old village, as long as they were not lazy men with lazy meat, were also thinking about building a small second floor. What was it called to put them in your city?"


    "Villa," interrupted Wei Dabao.


    "No, I don''t know the villa." fan Zhongzhi frowned and thought. A word wandered in his mind, but he said he couldn''t remember anything.


    "Emmm, you shouldn''t be talking about the manor," Wu Mian asked.


    "Yes, there are more than ten mu of land, and a house in the middle has water and water, which seems to be called a manor." fan Zhongzhi said happily, "you don''t have to pay agricultural tax. There are subsidies for farming. You don''t have so much work to build a house in your family, and you can''t spend a few money."


    Manor... Wei Dabao smacks his tongue.


    It depends on what you say. The two-story building in the village is actually a manor. There seems to be no violation when you think about it carefully.