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"Let me ask you, are you a volunteer?"

The middle-aged woman pushing the wheelchair asked again, taking the handkerchief hanging around the old man's neck and skillfully wiping the drool from the corner of the old man's mouth.

She should be a caregiver.

"Yes." I nodded towards her.

"Hurry and report to the office. Director Yang is waiting for you. She has a bad temper and hates others being late!"

"Thanks."

I looked at the time and saw that it was only 1 minute away from 10 o'clock, so I quickly ran into the house.

Fortunately, the office is the first one on the left in the corridor.

The door is open.

There was a thin, middle-aged woman in a white coat sitting inside, with a slanted eyebrow and a squinty look. She was not easy to get along with at first glance.

Boom, boom, boom.

I knocked on the door.

"Is this Director Yang? I'm the volunteer Li who called me."

The middle-aged woman raised her head and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was exactly 10 o'clock.

"Come in and put this on." She frowned, took out the red vest from the cabinet and threw it on the desk.

It sounded like someone owed her five million, so the woman who answered the phone was right.

I walked into the office and picked up my vest.

A strange smell came.

The name of the nursing home was printed on the back of the vest. It had not been washed for an unknown period of time, and the edges were all black.

"Do I have to wear it?" I was disgusted.

"When you get here, you have to listen to our arrangements! If you don't want to do it, leave early. We are really going to work to serve the old man, not just to show off."

Director Yang had a long face and his tone was not at all consultative.

I put on my vest and said, "So what do I need to do today?"

"Everything you do is the work of a caregiver. You can do whatever the caregiver does. Now that the elderly are out and about and have nothing to do without you, you can go to the kitchen and help."

Director Yang explained unceremoniously.

"During lunch, you and other caregivers help the elderly eat. After that, you just wash the dishes and clean."

"After that, the old man will take a two-hour lunch break, and you can do the laundry and do odd jobs with the caregiver. After all the work is done, you can also take a break."

"After the old people get up, if you are willing, you can chat with them and take them to relax."

"In the afternoon, after the old people have had dinner, you can leave."

Director Yang stared at me.

"One thing I want to make clear to you is that we don't get paid here. However, we can issue you a certificate to prove that you have actually done something here, which will make your resume look better."

"No need, I'm mentally prepared. Since I'm here to be a volunteer, I don't want to repay you." I said with a smile on my face, but in my heart

"Then you can go to the kitchen." Director Yang waved his hand to me and began to immerse himself in sorting out the information. He had no intention of talking to me anymore.

I left the office, but instead of going to the kitchen immediately, I started walking around the house.

There are three floors in total.

On the first floor are offices, canteens, activity rooms, and staff dormitories.

Occasionally someone hurried past me in the corridor, glanced at the red vest on my body, and showed a surprised expression, but said nothing.

It's such a shabby place, with Director Yang's attitude, it's strange that volunteers are willing to come.

I looked at the entire nursing home environment.

Almost every wall is equipped with long handrails.

The walls should have been repainted, but they were peeling in many places and had some unexplainable stains.

Doesn't look very clean.

The ground is covered with light blue non-slip flooring, but it seems to be of poor quality, with some places being bumped and uneven.

The stairs are very steep and poorly designed.

It doesn't look like a specially built nursing home, but rather renovated from some kind of old building.

And the change was very perfunctory.

There were not many people in the entire nursing home, but it was very quiet.

At this time, the so-called activities of the old people outside were just walking around numbly and slowly, or sitting quietly and looking at the sky.

Very little communication.

Moreover, the elderly here are very old.

He must have been in his seventies at least, and with his waning appearance, it would not be surprising if he died in the next second.

No one knew what was going on behind those cloudy and dull eyes.

Maybe he didn't think about anything at all and was just waiting numbly for death.

He is about to die, and his mood is gloomy.

There was an air of decadence everywhere, without any vitality.

No matter how young a person comes in, he will have to grow older by several years.

I shook my head and prepared to go upstairs to have a look.

"Hey, that guy...it's you, the volunteer!"

But then someone called me from behind.

I looked back.

"Come and help!"

At the entrance of the cafeteria, a middle-aged fat man leaned out half of his body, holding a large spoon in his hand, and kept waving at me.

"Okay, I'll come right away." I had no choice but to go over.

The kitchen and dining room are connected together and separated by a glass partition.

In addition to the fat chef Master Deng, there is also an aunt Tao who helps him.

They are husband and wife.

They both call me Xiao Li.

"It's been a while since we've had volunteers. Xiao Li, you look like a good person at first glance! You really helped us a lot today!"

The couple get along very well, much better than that dead-faced Director Yang.

I helped Aunt Tao wash and prepare the vegetables.

Master Deng is cooking with a spoon.

Rice is steaming in a large pot.

The hood hood on the wall made a rumbling sound, sucking in the fumes. It was the most energetic thing in the entire nursing home.

The entire kitchen was smoky, and there were many black oil stains on the walls.

"We usually have to prepare meals for dozens of people, and we are very busy every day."

"I'm busy preparing breakfast for lunch, and I'm busy preparing lunch and dinner. Only in the evening can I take a breath."

Sister Tao is obviously used to this kind of working environment. Amidst the roar of the smoke exhaust machine, she is busy and chatting with me in a high pitched voice.

"It's really hard." I responded.

"There is nothing we can do. We have two children at home. The eldest one has just started working and his income is not enough. The younger one is still in college. We can't do it unless we work hard."

"Fortunately, the two of us are still able to work hard. We think that after we have finished supporting our children's education, we can still work for a few years to save some pension money. It is better to go back to the countryside and build a house than to be like those old guys."

"Cough cough cough!"

Aunt Tao didn't know what to say. Master Deng coughed several times to interrupt her, then poured the vegetables into the oil pan with a bang and stir-fried vigorously.

"It's harmful. In fact, there's nothing wrong with being in a nursing home. Someone takes care of your food and drink, and you don't have to do any work yourself."

Aunt Tao glanced at his fat back, turned back and smiled at me, and said as if explaining herself.

"But we, the old couple, have busy lives. We have been used to hard work all our lives and cannot enjoy happiness."

"Besides, my two babies don't make people worry. If we give birth to grandchildren in the future, we will have to take care of them?"

"Uncle and aunt look like they are lucky people. They will definitely have descendants and enjoy endless happiness in the future." I said with a smile.

Who doesn't like to hear good things?

Sister Tao was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.

"Xiao Li is so good at talking, isn't his wife being coaxed around every day?"

"I'm not married yet, I don't even have a girlfriend."

"What? I think you are already in your twenties, and it's time to find someone. Don't pick and choose and leave yourself alone. By then, you will be old and alone, and you will be alone and have no one to take care of you."

"What's the point? There's a nursing home," I said deliberately.

Sister Tao shook her head at me: "You must not think like that!"