Wutong had a dream. He saw the old man before. There was no reason at all, but he could not control his dream. His strength seemed to have increased a lot. Maybe this was an opportunity.
“July 22nd, it’s cloudy, so it’s good to move and get married. Avoid traveling or visiting patients.
The old man slowly tore off today’s calendar, twisted it and rolled it into a paper roll, and put it in the stove pit to light it. A little bright yellow fire ignited the bean croaker, and the yellow stems were crackling and burning, and the cold earthen house had a hint of popularity.
The bean croaker should actually be called bean stalk, which means the straw of bean plants. This kind of thing is easy to tinker with as long as it is dry, which is much better than corn stalks.
The old man did not continue to fill in the bean stalks. He slowly approached the corner leaning against the corn stalks, picked up a bundle and put it on the ground. He would fill this into the stove pit later.
In recent years, he rarely picked up beans. About five or six years ago, his grandson planted a few acres of soybeans. In autumn, he could receive a truckload of beans. Sometimes he would go up the mountain to pick up some broken wood, branches, etc.
He held the kang and sent a few straw into the stove pit with his feet. He turned and sat on the kang and looked at the corn that was one-person tall in the yard. These corns were also planted by his grandson. About three years ago? Or two years ago? This land was planted by him. At that time, he planted sorghum in the front and back yards. In autumn, he could cut it with a sickle. The harvested sorghum ears can be used for marriage or used as pillows. In recent years, there have been fewer people asking him for sorghum seeds.
In fact, it is normal. He has been traveling around his daughters’ houses in recent years. He is always uneasy when he is old. He has to listen to the instructions of these daughters. His family rarely lives in his home.
The old man slowly walked to the door. A few pieces of weeds grew in the yard of sand and gravel, and a grass grew on the tree stump with anvils under the windowsill.
Zhao Sheng from the backyard has been here to mow the grass for his yard. The cutting is also very fuzzy, and the well has grown so tall. His son came a few days ago. His son was very quick to cut, almost the same as the grass roots.
The firewood stack and the backyard are all covered with weeds as tall as the calves. Grasshoppers and mosquitoes hidden in the grass, and the grass leaves are scratching their legs. From there, it will be itchy on his legs.
There is also a dirt house at the east end of the house. The two are more than ten steps apart, and there is a small path paved with red bricks in the middle. The house was originally his house, and later the eldest daughter got married, and this house was given to the eldest daughter.
Well…that was already…forty or fifty years ago.
Later, the eldest daughter’s eldest daughter got married, and this house was given to the eldest daughter’s eldest daughter, his granddaughter.
Later, the granddaughter gave birth to a little boy, who had been with him and his wife when he was a child.
Later, when his great-grandson was six or seven years old, his wife passed away, and he was left alone…
The old man looked at the dirt house over there, and it was also amazing. The two houses were built in the same year. The house was only vacant for a few years, and the windowsill was opened, and the door wasThe mouth was also deformed by the soil pressure of the door frame. The door of the rivet nails was opened weakly, and the mouse could enter and exit at will.
He also has rats in this house, but his eyes are so dizzy that he can’t hear clearly, and the house is like there are no rats.
Sometimes he would come back to live in his room for a few days, but no one would live in the house to the east again.
His great-grandson will go to a large place to practice in the future, and his granddaughter has to live with her mother-in-law. Naturally, there will be no one living in this house again.
The weeds in the yard were even worse, and the house was in decline. I am afraid that the house would collapse in another year.
The old man is not very educated, he can only look at the perpetual calendar. Even after spending eighty or ninety years, he still cannot describe how old and weak the house is.
It was gloomy and the old man was shouting in the quiet village for a young man to look for a child. The plain and slightly anxious tone repeated over and over again. The neighborhood dog barked a few times and then calmed down. The cold wind blew, the sound of corn leaves rubbing, and two tall willow trees at the gate…
The old man suddenly felt very cold, so he wrapped his clothes tightly and walked into the house hunched back. “
Around him was a huge white light. The fastest.
