"Dad, what are you doing wearing shoes? Are you going to go to the ground?"

Yang Huamei suddenly asked.

She put down Zhuangzhuang in her arms, bent down, half-crouched down, and moved closer to Lao Yang's head little by little.

Especially when I saw Lao Yangtou put the shoes on his feet, his fingers were moving, and his feet could actually be lifted up to cooperate with his hands.

Yang Huamei's eyes suddenly opened wide, and her eyeballs were so surprised that they almost fell to the ground.

"Dad, is it true? Your legs and feet are healed? Ha, ha... That's great!"

"Dad, let me help you put on your shoes."

Yang Huamei squatted in front of Old Yangtou, held Old Yangtou's feet with both hands, and helped carefully.

Old Yangtou said with a smile: "This time I went to the follow-up consultation, I can already stand up."

"Meier, go and help me get the pair of crutches leaning against the wall over there."

The old man pointed to a pair of T-shaped crutches leaning against the bedside, and quickly took them over and handed them to Old Yang.

Old Yang held on to the crutch and stood up slowly with Yang Huamei's support. The parallel wood-like wood on the crutch directly reached his armpits. His arms extended downward along the crutch, and he firmly grasped the crutch.

"Meier, step aside and I'll take a few steps to give you a look."

"well!"

Yang Huamei quickly stepped back and saw her eldest grandson Zhuangzhuang moving his short legs crookedly in the room, as if he wanted to explore everything in this strange but novel room.

Yang Huamei was worried that Zhuang Zhuang had blocked the old man's path and both the old man and the young man would trip and fall, so she quickly fished Zhuang Zhuang back and said, "Go, let's go play over there."

Yang Huamei casually pointed out a place to Zhuang Zhuang, and her own eyes followed Old Yangtou's steps nervously.

I saw Lao Yang holding his crutches and moving towards the cabinet step by step.

Although the speed was very slow, even like that of a toddler, Yang Huamei was so excited when she saw it that she raised a hand to cover her mouth tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

The father who stood up gave her a completely different feeling than the father who sat in a wheelchair.

Dad stood up, standing tall and tall, and the mountain-like feeling of his father who had been buried deep in his heart since childhood suddenly came back.

Yang Huamei's eyes were filled with tears, but her heart suddenly felt full of confidence.

It was as if she had suddenly become that little girl with her parents protecting her, the domineering Mei'er of the old Yang family!

"Dad, you went so well, so great!"

Yang Huamei couldn't help but put her hands on her palms and kept talking excitedly.

Old Yang walked to the cabinet and stopped. When he heard Yang Huamei's words, the old man turned his head and smiled proudly at her.

"I just got up, and my legs and feet are still a little stiff. Otherwise, I would be better off walking!" he said.

Yang Huamei nodded vigorously, "Yes, the more you walk, the better you will get!"

Old Yangtou added: "The doctor told me to practice every day. The amount of practice should not be too little or too much. Hey, it's not easy to control this degree!"

When Yang Huamei heard this, she quickly said: "Dad, take it easy, walk for a while and then rest."

"Come on, let me help you come back and sit down. Let's practice slowly and don't rush this moment."

Yang Huamei tried to help the old man, but the old man waved his hand.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll get something and go back and sit down."

The old man opened the cabinet door and took out a tin box.

There is a pattern on the tin box, and the pattern is August osmanthus.

"Here, here are the mooncakes filled with osmanthus and lotus paste. The flavor you like."

The old man handed the tin box to Yang Huamei.

Yang Huamei took the tin box and was stunned.

Growing up, her favorite mooncake was osmanthus and lotus paste.

But when I was young, my family's conditions were not very good, so I would spend a lot of money on the Mid-Autumn Festival every year, buying a few mooncakes for everyone to share.

Usually, I buy a big rock sugar, black sesame, red and green silk mooncake and cut it into small pieces. After dinner, the family eats it while sitting in the yard with a stool and watching the moon.

In addition to the shared mooncakes, her father and mother would buy her a palm-sized mooncake with fruit fillings for her to eat alone in the house.

This is a secret that cannot be made public in Lao Yang's family...

"Dad, thank you for remembering my taste." Yang Huamei whispered, her voice was scratchy and her nose was a little sour.

His eyes became even more moist and hot, and he felt the urge to cry.

Old Yang was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes became more and more loving.

"Silly girl, how could dad forget your taste?"

"No matter if it's dad or your mother, unless we lie in the coffin, we will remember your taste until we die."

Yang Huamei nodded, hugged the tin box tightly in her arms and turned around.

Yes, tears welled up in her eyes.

I haven't had such an experience for a long time...

It took a while for her to calm down.

"Dad, your legs are just fine. Just rest as much as possible and move around appropriately."

Yang Huamei supported Old Yang's head and slowly walked back to the bed and asked the old man to sit down.

"Dad, your eldest grandson Xiaohei is getting married on August 16th. I will ask him to come over and pick you up for the wedding banquet."

She squatted in front of Lao Yangtou, and gently kneaded Lao Yangtou's legs with both hands, helping him relax his sore muscles.

At the same time, he raised his head and looked up at the old man with pious eyes.

The old man nodded happily: "Okay, even if I take medicine and can't drink, I will definitely go there. If you don't come to pick me up, I will definitely be there!"

Yang Huamei smiled: "And my mother, she went to Canngle County, she should be back soon, right?"

"Would you like to...send a message to her old man?"

Old Yang waved his hand: "We know your mother's temperament well, but she can handle all your family matters without sending a message!"

Only then did Yang Huamei feel completely relieved.

Over there, Zhuangzhuang was holding the tin box containing the mooncakes and trying hard to open it.

But it couldn't be opened, so the little guy was so anxious that he tilted his head and tried to bite it open with his teeth.

Yang Huamei rushed over and took the tin box away from his hand.

Zhuangzhuang looked at it and became unhappy. He stomped his little feet and raised his little arms, trying to snatch the tin box from Yang Huamei's hand.

Yang Huamei hid the tin box behind her back and kept coaxing: "My little ancestor, you just ate a piece of moon cake, but you can't eat too much, otherwise you will have a stomachache..."

However, Zhuangzhuang was still making trouble, holding Yang Huamei's legs and screaming.

Yang Huamei had no idea, "Why are you so disobedient? Grandma will harm you. Don't make trouble, don't make trouble..."

On the side, Old Yangtou watched all this and couldn't help but remind Yang Huamei: "Zhuangzhuang is a child in a special situation. You say so much and he can't hear a word. You might as well open the box and pinch a little to coax him.

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