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I have tried smoking and drinking is also unavoidable.
Elder Yu's homemade dry tobacco is very impressive. I never thought that this would become a common hobby for both of us. Under his influence, I feel that I am very similar to him in many ways, just like a father and son.
I finally made it to the toy workshop I've always wanted to visit and became a craftsman. It's not just because of the dream Lisa gave me, but also because I really want to learn some skills.
My ambition doesn't stop there. I need to take it step by step and lay a solid foundation for myself.
But I look forward to the day when I can receive a letter from Lisa and reignite the joy in my heart.
I really like the people here, they are peaceful and quiet, immersed in their work, creating a scene of peace and prosperity. This allows my heart to completely relax and fully engage in my studies.
I work with great focus, so my progress is the fastest. I have almost become the talk of the town here, as no one has seen such a quick learner and efficient worker, especially at such a young age.
In my fulfilling life, I have not forgotten the dream that Lisa entrusted to me. I still hold onto hope during my leisure time. I always feel like she will write to me, or that she will appear right in front of me.
Old Yu Finally became the pastor of the church as he wished, and he is the oldest among all the pastors. As he aged, he became more and more lovely. Whenever I have time, I would go and talk to him. That time was the best memory between us. Sometimes, seeing the gray hair on his head, I feel pain in my heart, and I am afraid of his departure. Then I will become a lonely person again, and the days will be hard to endure!
On a snowy evening, I brought wine and meat to see him, and shared my joy with him. It was the day I made the most finished toys since I started working in the workshop, and of course, I received the most payment.
I bought the smoked duck and liquor that he loves to eat, and went to celebrate with him. I like to listen to him talk about profound principles, always so reasonable, and I can always take it in. That night he wasn't there, I waited for him until dawn, until I had to start my work, and still didn't see him come back.
When I went again, he had fallen ill.
He hunched over, lying on his narrow, difficult-to-turn wooden bed, his eyes sunken and hollow, staring at me lifelessly. His mouth moved up and down, but no sound came out. The room was very cold, clearly not having had a fire for several days. He seemed to have no strength to even cover himself, so his body was cold while his head was hot. On the table were the meat and wine I had bought, untouched. I couldn't help but panic, worried that something might be wrong with him, so I hurried to change everything.
I got the fire in the room burning again, and the house immediately warmed up, feeling like a home in winter. I helped him take off his coat, covered him with a blanket, and made sure he could sleep comfortably. I also went outside to get a steaming bowl of millet porridge for him to soothe his stomach.
I sat by his bed, looking at him. His tears soaked his eyes, and his mouth opened. I knew he wanted to say something, but he didn't. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep. He needed a few days of quiet rest.
I went to the church to inquire about the recent situation of Elder Yu. How could he suddenly become so seriously ill? It turns out that he was preaching to a terminally ill person, believing in the great power of God to save this struggling person.
Old Yu has great faith. He hasn't eaten for six days while praying for himself. It is said that miraculously, he got better, but he himself collapsed.
I bought cold medicine and fever-reducing medicine for him, but he refused to take them. He said that if he could help others get better, he would also get better himself. He also said that if I didn't believe him, I should just wait and see for good news.
He is much more clear-headed now and can move around as if he has returned to his former self. He said he wants to eat all the smoked chicken I bought for him and drink the wine with gusto.
This time, he is different from before, much calmer, and less humorous than before. Sometimes he seems to want to say something but then stops, only laughing incessantly with "hehehehe." He has truly become like a child, so adorable. I choose to quietly listen, never interrupting him...
"Child, do you know what my biggest wish is?"
"Well, I'm not sure, but I think it's something like faith, right?"
"The pitiable thing is not the busyness of death, or that he lost money, he has no house, no property, all of this does not really belong to humanity. What is truly pitiable is that a person loses their true wealth and the highest happiness - the ability to love. Go and love all of this!"
I only understand what he said about "love," I don't have his profound level of faith.
"Xiao Bei, do you know what I want to do most right now?"
He rarely calls me by my name, and there's a hint of seriousness in his tone. I shake my head.
"I remember telling you that I would return to the land that gave birth to me and raised me!"
Our eyes met involuntarily, and he fell silent for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Yes, I promised you that I would accompany you back! I remember what I said!"
"You have to walk your own path, you will experience many things you can't imagine. Please remember to keep living, only by living can you have hope."
This was a profound conversation, and I listened attentively without offering any advice. Little did I know that it would be the last time I spoke with Old Yu.
Three days later, I received the news that he had left this world, leaving me behind.
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