half-baked life

Chapter 82 Talk therapy, referred to as "talk therapy", talks.

"You have no one to take pictures of you now, so it would be in vain if you go there. The phone is placed there, and it can only take panoramic shots, not close-ups of you. When the time comes, you won't be able to cut out a few seconds of footage. Otherwise...or else you Wait until next time, next time I will definitely choose one that is more suitable for shooting, how about that?"

On the way back to Liang Zhenying's house, Jiang He was persuading Gu Xia nicely. She really wanted to repay him for feeding her just now, but Gu Xia mistakenly thought it was a provocation.

He scratched his neck and said it didn't matter, "I've been here for a while, so I have to give it a try."

"Okay, then I wish you...no, wish us good luck this time!"

When Jiang He said this, he had no idea that his prophecy would come true again, and that the slap in the face would come so quickly, even faster than the last time.

"Oops, I suddenly have a headache right now. I'm afraid my blood pressure has gone up... so what? I have to go back to the house and lie down for a while. But if you need anything, feel free to call me. Don't be polite."

Liang Yinglong staggered to open the door for them. He looked a bit weak, but he didn't know whether he was hungry or just pretending.

The situation in Liang Zhenying's house has also improved a lot. The wide open doors and windows have allowed most of the odor in the house to dissipate, but they still wear masks carefully.

The preparations were the same as before, but Liang Chunying's bed seemed to be pickled with his excrement. Even if he put on clean bedding and got a little closer, it was still so smelly that it was hard to open his eyes. Naturally, he couldn't take a bath in the bed. .

Gu Xia's thick arms, which boasted a bench press of 125 kilograms, came in handy at this moment. He and Zhang Jiefang worked together to lift the old man from the bed to the inflatable bathtub placed in the middle of the bedroom.

"Boss Gu, it's okay. Thank you for not leaving!" Jiang Xiaoping saw it and immediately praised him.

"It's nothing, just helping me."

Gu Xia's mouth was modest, but her eyes kept glancing towards Jiang He, like a kindergarten kid who had done something good, and her chest was extremely high.

"Very well done. I'll reward you with a big red flower when you get back." Jiang He gave him a thumbs up with an exaggerated expression. As expected, Gu Xia couldn't stand it anymore.

"What big red flower? I'm not a child!"

He seemed to complain in disgust, but in his heart he was actually quite beautiful, but he didn't want to act too childish in front of Jiang He. After realizing it, he raised his hand to suppress the raised corners of his mouth. He found that he couldn't suppress it at all, so he had to follow the only one. It was spinning like a top in Mr. Liang's bedroom, touching here and there and looking here and there.

"Old man, let's start taking a bath, don't be nervous." Zhang Jiefang reminded in a low voice while covering Liang Zhenying with a towel.

However, Liang Zhenying didn't react at all. He was no longer as lively as when he helped bathe last time. He lay in the empty bathtub with a dull expression, holding the string of sandalwood beads tightly in his left hand, and his chapped lips kept opening and closing, focusing on nothing. Read his Sutra of Sutra.

But as soon as the hot water poured on him, Leung Chun-ying immediately changed his appearance and turned into a pig being pinned to the chopping board, and started howling loudly without warning.

"It's hot! I...I won't wash it! Get out! Get out of here! Get out of here!"

Liang Zhenying howled and grabbed the bath towel that was wet with hot water and started waving it. Jiang He was half-kneeling by the bathtub, adjusting the inflatable pillow he was leaning on, and there was no time to dodge.

Fortunately, Gu Xia reacted quickly. He rushed forward and grabbed the bath towel, but the hot water splashed out still scattered the two of them.

"Hot? It's impossible, it's just 40 degrees Celsius!"

Zhang Jiefang was worried that the water temperature meter would not be accurate, so she took off her gloves and tested the water temperature several times.

But Leung Chun-ying was still there, shouting "hot" to himself, splashing water and struggling, and shouting "dragon" at the top of his lungs, which sounded like he was about to cry.

For a moment, Jiang He was worried that Liang Yinglong would rush in, ask them if they were abusing the elderly, and call the police.

"Fortunately", Liang Yinglong was lying in his room as if he was deaf, and was not disturbed at all by the chaos here. Even his snoring did not stop. Jiang He didn't know how to evaluate it for a while.

"...The old man didn't mean 'hot', I'm afraid he meant 'pain'!"

Jiang Xiaoping was the first to realize this, "He finished washing last time, and he went to the hospital the next day because of nephritis!" Zhang Jiefang also reacted immediately and hurriedly spoke to comfort Liang Zhenying, "Old man, don't worry, it won't hurt this time. Really, we will definitely be careful. In addition, you see that you have not wiped your body or showered for such a long time. Your body is full of bacteria, which makes it easy for infection... Oops!"

Liang Zhenying didn't listen to Zhang Jiefang at all. The more she spoke, the more the old man made a fuss. Zhang Jiefang was almost slapped in the face by him. She hurriedly hid behind her. If Jiang He hadn't helped her, she would have died. Throw it down hard.

"...Let's forget about it. If we continue to make such a fuss, if something happens, we won't be able to bear the responsibility."

Jiang Xiaoping was telling the truth. After all, Liang Yinglong was old and had been paralyzed in bed for a long time. Coupled with the tumor on his spine, it was easy for problems to arise if he was so emotional.

But the trouble is, now even "forget it" is no longer an option.

It was as if Leung Chun-ying was deliberately playing a rogue and letting off steam. He didn't let anyone get close to him at all. He didn't know where he got the strength from, so much so that the inflatable bathtub almost tipped over.

Jiang He and her mother were defeated one after another. Jiang He, who had not fully recovered his physical strength, was so tired that black mist appeared in front of his eyes. Jiang Xiaoping had no intention of joining in from the beginning, but when she hid behind, she stepped on the ground full of The sole of my foot slipped on the tiles of the bath water and I almost sprained my ankle.

As for Zhang Jiefang and Gu Xia, they tried their best and tried their best, but in the end, one's clothes were half wet, the other's hair was dripping, and they couldn't lift them out of the bathtub.

Jiang Xiaoping sat next to her and everyone looked at her with laughter. She sent Jiang He to call Liang Yinglong who was definitely pretending to be asleep. As a result, Jiang He slapped the door so hard that his hands were swollen. Liang Yinglong's snoring became louder, obviously. I don't want to deal with this mess, even if it concerns my own father.

"You are so amazing!" Gu Xia sighed from the bottom of his heart. He casually grabbed a handful of wet hair and leaned towards the bathtub as if giving up. "Do you want to wash it or not?"

At the age of 91, Leung Chun-ying was fighting one against four, so he was naturally very tired. He lay in the bathtub panting heavily and refused to answer Gu Xia's questions.

Gu Xia was not discouraged. He picked up the Buddhist beads that fell by the bathtub and stuffed them back into Liang Zhenying's hands. "You don't want to talk about this, then let's change the topic. Master, where did the wooden box on your table come from?" I just looked at it like an old craft from the past."

"Ah? Box? What box?" Mr. Liang looked at Gu Xia warily. After making such a fuss, he seemed to be knocked back to the original position as if the jammed gear of an old machine had been knocked back to its original position. He was obviously much more energetic.

"Just the one on the table." Gu Xia stood up straight away and pulled out a double-layered wooden box about the size of two palms from the desk near the window that was full of sundries. He blew away the floating dust on it. , held in front of Leung Chun-ying.

"I think the materials are mediocre, but the craftsmanship is really good. There isn't a single nail in this box. It's all a mortise-and-tenon structure. The hinges and corners seem to be hand-hammered with brass."

"This... I did this!" Liang Zhenying rubbed his wet fingers against one of the brass corners of the box, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted, and his cloudy eyes lit up for a moment.

"Did you do it? Really? You still have this skill!"

Jiang He originally thought that Gu Xia was trying to find something to say and flatter him so that he could get closer to Liang Zhenying. He waited for an opportunity to make a move, but after listening to a few words, he found that he truly admired him.

"What you use here is... semi-transparent dovetail tenon, right? The lower end should be sliding. I think the ratio of the tenon to the tenon tail is only 1:5. How did you make the sharp corners of the tenon? I I tried to make a 1:6 one before, but the sharp corners were still falling apart. I finally managed to save one, but it was still loose and had no bones at all."

"Did you... use the machine? No, you absolutely can't... you can't use the machine, that's cheating! This carpentry work still requires true craftsmanship, and it's about 'practice makes perfect'!"

"You make sense. Machines do save a lot of work, but sometimes machines are still not as meticulous as manual work. Otherwise, why would 'handmade' be so valuable!" Gu Xia nodded in agreement.

When Liang Zhenying mentioned his old profession, his whole brain came alive, and even his speech sounded much clearer, "How old are you? I have been doing carpentry for more than 70 years. I have been working as a carpenter since I was four or five years old." My master plays ink lines. In the early years, when a young man got married, if I hadn’t made the cabinets at home, the woman wouldn’t even look down on him!”

"Then I can't compare with you. I've only studied for four or five years." Gu Xia held the box and knelt beside the bathtub with a carefree attitude. He chatted with Liang Zhenying about carpentry skills with great interest. Jiang He and the other three couldn't understand it at all.

"This...it's not urgent to ask for advice at this moment, right?" Zhang Jiefang was dumbfounded. She was about to remind Gu Xia to take the opportunity to lift Mr. Liang out of the bathtub, but Jiang Xiaoping stopped him.

Sure enough, within 2 minutes, the old man suddenly wanted to take a bath.

"Where is this coming from?" Zhang Jiefang was stunned.

"This should be the legendary 'talk therapy'." Jiang He touched his chin seriously, "Talk therapy, referred to as 'talk therapy', means talking."

(End of this chapter)