Senior Superstar

  Chapter 92 Son and Daughter Fan is online!

  Seeing Mrs. Zhang Mingrong’s performance, Li Shixin understood that she was suffering from Alzheimer's.

  Before the performance was not serious, the family did not notice. As a result, I was stimulated at the funeral today, and the old lady became confused all at once.

  That's why such a big mess occurred.

  This is what people are most afraid of when they get older; I don’t know when they will age suddenly, their body functions will degenerate, and their own pain will also cause trouble for others.

However, Zhang Mingrong’s daughter Wang Qiang, after receiving some education from the police, thanked the police with tears and helped the old lady to leave the police station.

  The old lady stayed outside for a short day, with frostbite on her hands and face. Wang Qian wanted to take her to the hospital, but the old lady came stubbornly. It is said that so many people are bothering to find themselves all night, and they want to invite them to dinner.

  There are more than 20 old fans in the fan group this time, but there are more than 30 children who came out with the old fans.

   is indeed to invigorate the teachers.

  Many people did come out in a hurry without eating at night. Da Dongye had been busy all night, and their stomachs groaned.

  That's it, everyone found a small restaurant nearby.

  Waiting for the food, Wang Qiang took the old lady and sat beside Li Shixin.

   "Uncle Li, I'm sorry."

  Looking at Wang Qiang’s full face of guilt, Li Shixin smiled and asked, “How can I say this, why are you sorry for me?”

Holding the old lady's hand, Wang Qian wiped her tears, "My mother said a few days ago to chase stars, and I still find it troublesome. I think she goes to the studio every day and suffers crimes, and I have to drive to the car every day. But tonight, I heard my mother say that when I went to the kindergarten to pick me up from school, I was full of images of my mother pushing a bicycle to take me to and from school in the wind and rain when I was young."

Speaking of this, Wang Qiang choked again, "My mother was working at the tile factory and was so busy every day. But when I was weak, she protected me like a baby, no matter how hard or tired I was at work. She is now I am getting older, but I despise her"

"Hi,"

Li Shixin shook his head and patted Wang Qiang's arm: "Daughter, if you think so, then you are still good children. As the old saying goes, if your parents have a place to come, you can only return home without your parents. Take advantage of your mother's existence now, much Be filial. Don’t apologize to me. Take good care of your mother in the future. It’s better to spend more time with her than anything else."

  Wang Qiang nodded and held Li Shixin, "Uncle Li, you are a good person."

  ? ? ?

  Li Shixin frowned and looked at the middle-aged woman.

  What are you doing?

  For some reason, give cards to good old-haired people?

"My mother encountered this. You can personally come out and mobilize so many people around you to find it together on the Internet. It proves that although my mother is confused, she is not the wrong person. In the future, not only will you be my mother's idol, but I will also be yours. Ferromagnetic!"

   "That's right, Uncle Li. We will also be your fans in the future!"

  Aside, a group of children accompanying the old people also laughed and agreed.

  Obviously, Li Shixin was busy this evening, and his attitude towards fans was so tight that everyone admired him.

  Drops!

  Received an additional [Approved] cheer value, 5721 points!

  Hey Yo, then I can thank you.

   Accepted the cheer value, Li Shixin smiled and gave a fist to everyone.

   "But Uncle Li, I have to ask you something."

  When everyone stopped, Wang Qiang spoke again, saying: "You have to continue acting."

"A while ago, my mother felt better when she went to the studio every day. At that time, there was no sign of Alzheimer's disease at all, but just these few days, she was idle at home, and it was cold in winter and she couldn't go out to play. I think her mental state is different. She looks like this, and it is probably not all stimulated by the death of Aunt Zhou."

"Yes, Uncle Li, my mother is getting older, and every winter she says she can’t make it. She sighs straight at home every day, but since joining this support club, she has something to do, she has a lot of thoughts, and her spirit is much better than in previous years. ."

   "So Uncle Li, you have to continue acting, let my mother follow along!"

  In the afternoon, Li Shixin had already made plans.

Now facing a group of children’s requests, he nodded, “I have an idea when I come back from Lao Zhou’s funeral. I want to set up a small theater, taking advantage of the fact that there is no drama on hand for these two months in winter, for everyone. Let's act in a drama."

  Hearing Li Shixin’s thoughts, a group of old fans suddenly became energetic!

   "Oh, that's a good idea!" Old Master Liu Feng's dentures were about to fall out, "This way, we can watch you act for us every day. Now we will have nothing to worry about in winter!"

   "Yes! That's a good idea! Shixin, your mind is alive!" Wu Ming also stood up excitedly, "I support with my hands! Brother Shixin, talk about specifics!"

Faced with all the inquiries, Li Shixin chuckled, "I haven't thought about the details. But I am familiar with how the repertory troupe works step by step. As for the personnel, I also know about it. Tomorrow, tomorrow I started looking for a place."

  "Brother Shixin, we know your situation. You don’t have enough money to run a small theater? Do you need our support?"

"Yes, little brother Shixin. The rent in this place in Rongcheng is expensive, and the place can cost a lot of money!" Liu Feng waved tremblingly on the side, "My youngest son is a real estate business. He will find a place of a thousand or eight hundred square meters."

  After the old man said, he beckoned to the grandson standing behind him and asked him to call and make arrangements.

  Fuck!

Seeing not surprisingly, Master Liu Feng, who usually wears rustic, just like an old farmer, came out as a real estate son with a wave of his hand. He spoke the tone of two catties of sauerkraut at home in a thousand-eight-hundred-hundred-hundred-eight-hundred-hundred-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousandth to everyone. His eyes widened.

  Your old local tyrant's attributes are deeply hidden!

   is too deadly.

  Just as everyone was shocked by the rich work of the local tyrant Feng Feng, there was a shout from the hotel entrance,

   "The gang who looked for the old man just now, are you here?!"

   "Oh!" Turning around and looking at the police station policeman standing at the door, Li Shixin quickly got up and raised his hand, "Comrade, what's the matter?"

   "I said you old people, that's enough. Come out to find someone, you don't know if you are lost!"

what?

  Hearing complaints from the police, everyone’s faces were full of question marks.

  At this moment, the police pulled the individual into the door

  Everyone took a closer look.

  No one else, it is Qiao Hong!

  "The old lady said she was looking for Elder Zhang Mingrong, but she couldn't remember anything except for finding someone. The masses were sent to the police station. Fortunately, you haven't left yet, otherwise we have to call you to come and pick them up."

  Hearing this, Li Shixin and others hurried forward and took Qiao Hong over.

   "You are looking for someone like this, isn't it that Calabash Baby saves grandfather? This time I am optimistic! Don't be ashamed!"

  "Good, good," facing the police's admonition, everyone smiled and thanked, and helped Qiao Hong, who had only reacted a little bit, to sit at the table.

Looking at Qiao Hong, who had just come over with a clear vision, Mrs. Zhang Mingrong sighed, “I’m a wicked man. Sister Qiao, how come out to find me in your situation? If something happens to you, I But I must die of guilt!"

   Facing Zhang Mingrong’s anger, Qiao Hong, who was holding a bottle of beverage, lowered her head embarrassedly and smiled shyly: "I forgot that I have Alzheimer's."

  (-Ω-)-ω-)-ω-)-ω-)-ω-)-ω-)

  Everyone was speechless.

  The old lady Zhang Mingrong screamed, thought about it, and tentatively patted Qiao Hong's arm, "That sister Qiao, how does it feel to have Alzheimer's?"

   "Feeling?" Qiao Hong released the straw in his mouth, "Well, it's actually quite good."

  What's so good about Alzheimer's? !

In the face of everyone's surprise, Qiao Hong pursed her lips and smiled: "If you turn your head and forget about the unhappy things, you can remember the things you want to remember in the end. There is also a lot of new friends you can make every day. ."

  As everyone was speechless, Zhang Mingrong also picked up a bottle of drink on the table, improvised and sat beside Qiao Hong, and put the straw in his mouth.

  =￣ω￣=, =￣ω￣=

   "That said, Alzheimer’s is really good."

   "Hmm! It's just a trouble to get lost."

  (End of this chapter)