Chapter 296 Home 2

OK, I'll go and my mother agreed without hesitation

Mom, don't kill it! The chicken is leaving the eggs, I stood up and advised

It's okay, I have a few more people at home. Anyway, it's old and doesn't lay eggs very much. The younger and younger mother is talking and walking outside the door. After smoking cigarettes, her father walked to the back of the house. She knocked on me and went to see after dinner. He was repairing his mother's dowry. The old wooden cabinet wanted to help, but he thought it was in the way and drove him out.

I can only go out to help my mother raise chickens. People in the village like to raise dogs. We have a big yellow dog at home, and we are almost seven years old. I don’t know if I hear the noise of killing chickens or smell the fragrance, but I run back from outside.

I have been very close to him since I was a child. Even though I haven't seen him for a long time, he still knows me. When he enters the door, he keeps wagging his tail and sniffing and licking around me.

The dogs who can enter the mountain are not only obedient, but also very smart. They are fierce. When I was only a few months old, I saw it bit a bamboo leaf green to death and hid in our vegetable field. They ate the snake only with its size and haunt it. They wanted to talk to their mother and drove it away, but they didn't leave. They seemed to know that I didn't want to make trouble with it, so they lay beside them and stopped pestering me.

I chatted a lot with my mother, and what she thought the most was about Yunjuan and me, although I occasionally mentioned it, when I planned to have a child, I was working too much this year, and I was considering it next year, so I was evasive.

I can see the disappointed expression on my mother's face. Although she has never been nagging about this in my ears, I know that the two elders still want to hold their grandson in their hearts. I don't deliberately avoid this matter, but the conditions do not allow it, and the sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial

That night, I drank a lot with my father. I drank half a bottle of soju wine at home, and opened the bottle of the wine I bought and talked a lot. The only thing that made my father feel a little happy was that my alcohol tolerance increased and I could drink a few glasses with him. Before, at most three glasses, I went to the bottom of the table and didn't get used to drinking old wine made from sorghum rice. I woke up the next day and had a split headache. I completely forgot what I said last night when I went downstairs to see my mother busy in the kitchen. Looking at her thin figure, in my impression, my mother has been busy all her life and seems to have never stopped to have a good rest.

My mother put a bowl of sugar water for me and said that she had sobered up and took it. I remembered the medicine I bought and introduced it to her. Although I was complained that buying these things was wasted and it was not very useful after taking them, it was not as effective as the earth recipe, but the smile on my mother's face still made me feel very worthwhile.

My father had already gone to the field to help, but he was driven out by his mother. His parents' generation was quite traditional. She didn't let me stay in the kitchen since she was a child. She brought me a tribute bowl with meat, told me to put the fragrant paper on the table outside, and asked me to go and give my grandfather. My mother-in-law gave it to her. My mother-in-law died when I was very young. I can't remember the appearance of the cellar. But I remember when I was very young, I fed a cow at home. Once, I threw grass on the cow and was beaten to the ground by the horns. My mother-in-law took it.I don't know if I was too scared or scared at the time. It seemed to be two or three years old. I still remember it very clearly and it was raining on the day of the funeral. Everyone cried sadly. There are many memories about my grandfather. His face looked very serious, but not fierce at all. Every time my father wanted to discipline me, he would be taught a lesson by his grandfather. He was seven or eight years old. He liked to carry me on his back wherever he left.

He can't afford to buy toys at home, so he likes to make it for me when he makes a fuss. Those strange rumblings can be made into his hands. Even a blade of grass can make a cricket, but his health is not good later. When he was thirteen, he was diagnosed with intestinal cancer. The doctor originally said that a section of the intestine was removed, and the medicine could be treated. But I don't know if he didn't want to spend money, which caused the family that was not rich. Or he was already seventy years old and he didn't want to suffer that. He refused to treat it and took Chinese medicine at home. He died after two years of delay.

Before I knew it, almost ten years have passed, but those things that happened were clearly stored in the grave of the two elders in my memory. They were just on the small slope behind my home. I felt like I could see where I stood. I rarely come back from this home. Every time I went home, I would see that the grave was covered with weeds. I could see that during the festivals of the graves, my parents came to worship the graves and burned the remaining wooden sticks and lighted incense. I worshiped the graves and cleared the weeds on the graves.

The view here is very good. I occasionally like to sit here and watch the mountains not far away, smell the fragrance of plants and trees, listen to the cry of various cuckoos flying overhead. Cuckoo Cuckoo Li Guiyang Li Guiyang When I was a child, I heard these crows. Grandpa would tell me the sad stories about these crows over and over again, tirelessly tell me the sad stories about these cries. Now all this can only exist in my memory. It is a beautiful symbol, and it is also Duan Shanle. Occasionally I think of it, I will smile, hoping that it will exist in my life forever, but I understand that all this has become the past.