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pandora jewelryI hurried to home, in the sitting room was empty. I ran to the bedroom, found that they knelt on the stool, like children her head out the window look in all directions. I hurriedly gave a cry: "dad, the niang, you stem?" Dad once twist face see me, excuse me laughing: "oh, you're back. It was late, see you have not come back, right here we see. You see, your niang still see there?" He like shirk responsibility, to get it to the same goal my niang. Niang ears can't hear any sound, basically all pandora beadcommunication on gestures, as YaYu. I came near, and pulled niang hand. Niang back to see me, smiled: "see along while, zha don't see you?" I say: "I ride a motorcycle, wear helmets, run quick ah." I wonder if she heard no, she sighs, the body, and a little bit of smoke back next bench, Noah hold dad, step by step, back to the sitting room of Noah. I followed them walk back to the sitting room, turn on the television set, was one kind of sour se eyes of feeling. This is me to work for 16 years, the first timedre beats around. Parents to live At the beginning of the house is not, and I had the children had nowhere to live, then is their age don't want to move. Now, in my efforts to persuade, they finally grudgingly agreed to live half a month. After they came to the city, very habit. The room was small, suddenly increase two people, space more show cramped. We nervous, they are more at home, hand and foot all don't know how to put. In addition to sleep, can only watch TV in the living room. Dad had "rejuvenation", the basic of having a "food and dress" life further. This can't blame him. He's 81 years old, cerebral embolism almost made him the hemiparalysis, and spinal joint malposition, and his waist, bent down and had to walk have like babies, shambling, a shake three sway. Niang hearing is not good, but the eyes and hands is good, wants to help us do some housework. Can be used in cooking is liquefied gas, induction cooker, microwave oven, washing clothes is washing machine, she saved up beats by drein the countryside more than half a century of experience, in almost no. In here We also would tell them: don't touch electricity, don't go, don't go out should become angry. So, they are "prisoner" in 56 square meters of a small house. Dry sitting is not a good feeling. Dad is to say, in the daytime he read, watch television at night, still can smoke. Niang will not know how to do it, and then sweep the floor, ZeCai, do not need any technical content of work, to mop again and again, dishes washed again and again. But niang is 78 years old, the eyes are suffering. To drag, total not net; Food decision, there is always a mud. In private, the wife said to me: "don't let niang do it. She done, I will do it again." I say: "you don't let her do, she will hold back out of the disease." So, it has gone to dry niang, the wife bothered to rework. On Sunday afternoon, the sun is very good. We with parents downstairs on the grass in the sunshine. For a while, the friend has something to find us. Six months later, I tell parents: "in a short while you are yourself back, upstairs and downstair are not too far away." Friend's business busy nearly in the evening, when a look, parents have back had not come back yet. I hurried downstairs to look. Just downstairs, he saw niang hold dad in another unit LouDaoKou conjectured, looks around. I quickly face up say: "so late, how still not back?" "Oh...... ah... we can't find our corridor......." Dad a little shy. "I said that building it, you say the hole this." Niang still put shame on one side to him. Dad was not angry, just "hey hey" smile, wave follow three step on the floor. I move After that, they will never come downstairs. One day, the downstairs, I happened to glance up, suddenly see the parents. They crowded in on the window of the road, are on I wave. I toward them, they again with a at me, so with a repeat it several times. To get home from work, I consciously looked up at the window, and saw them in the explore a head up, I came home from work looking direction. See me, they began to excited at I wave. From then on, stood by the window, became monster beats outletthe parents of this building a scenery, two old man like a veteran to hold together as the downstairs, I kept waved. Perhaps, they know that their own hands have not as open, like wings cannot afford to be children under his arm and protect them from the rain, use for eyes and waved posture, weave a net, still have their children wrapped in thick cared about.