Chapter 21

Grandpa is in good spirits and has a bit of a childish face.

He used to be fat, and he was entirely backed by his big skeleton, and he has lost weight in recent years.

In this small farmyard with sunny sunshine on May morning, his voice was like a bell and he walked like flying, which made me stunned for a moment.

After impatiently showing the flowers and plants he raised, my grandfather pulled me in the hand: Let's take a look at the vegetables we grow.

OK, okay, why do you look like a child?My mother frowned, and a bright color like milk floated on her face. Lin Lin, what gift did she bring to her grandfather? Take it out quickly.

As for the gift, it is Tsinghua Unigroup MP3, 256M, more than 300 yuan.

This is the result of Chen Yao's sudden inspiration after I racked my brains.

At that time, we went to shopping malls, supermarkets, and specialty stores in Pingyang City, and sat down on the steps of Century Square, and could no longer move.

Zuo Xiaozu ran out of the curse in the ipd and sang the song "The Devil" at the top of his throat.

So Chen Yao pounded a elbow and asked me to cut the song.

She hated NO very much and said that Zuo Xiao sang like constipation.

In addition, she felt that this man from northern Jiangsu who pretended to be a minority all day wearing a cotton jacket and a hat all day was particularly flashy and often warned me to take it as a warning.

Because the ipd is Chen Yao's, I had to cut the song.

But she cheered, looked at the enthusiastic working people in the square and said: Isn’t your grandfather a performer?Wouldn't it be enough to get him an MP3 and play some more?

Chen Yao is so smart, so after I picked up the gift, I invited her to have spicy hot pot.

In a happy mood, I asked her if she wanted to go back with me.

Her head shook like a rattle.

I said: Why don’t you look at your grandparents?

She buried her head in her fans and said nothing.

When I come back from checking out, Chen Yao hasn't finished eating yet.

I said: Hurry up, I will go back to Pinghai after I finish, so I can see your grandfather’s sugar pancakes.

She still didn't say anything, and after a while she raised her head with sweat: You want to care.

Maybe there were a lot of peppers, and she had tears in her eyes.

This surprised me.

Chen Yao was unconscientious and pulled her backpack and snatched the door.

She didn't even wipe her mouth.

Then there are vulgar dramas in domestic TV series, and I am too lazy to nag.

The only exception is that under the giant inflatable arch of the square, Chen Yao turned around and threw the MP3 to me.

I asked: Where are you going?

She didn't look back: Go home.

Although it was a bit scattered, Chen Yao was really angry, and the consequences were indeed serious. I look forward to seeing this in a week of sex life.

I spent several hours in the Internet cafe at night and ignored me when I talked to her about QQ.

There are not many resources for online Pingju Opera, so I had to fill in some Peking Opera and Henan Opera.

Xin Fengxia's "Flower as a Media" is a classic one that I have watched in my grandfather's troupe, but due to space and media, I can only give up.

When I returned to the dormitory in a smoky way, I happened to catch a smoky game.

This noisy took the middle of the night.

When I rolled onto the bed, I heard someone singing an international song. I waited for me to prick up my ears, but the sound was gone.

It was almost noon on the second day.

While the lazy guys were still stuck in the bed, I used that Lenovo master to get on the Internet for a while.

The news said that Francis was going to be traded.

Like five years ago, the Rockets' playoffs ended with the same score by the same opponent.

Although the sexual assault case was overwhelmed, Kobe was still brave and unstoppable.

He is also trying to make a big fuss.

The feet in the dormitory were smelly and warm, and they were quite lazy like a beauties in swimsuits on Dubai beach, but Yang Gang rushed in and broke it.

He shouted: No!

With a few dissatisfied hums, I asked what was wrong.

He said excitedly: No!Another SARS case was found in Beijing!We have to go through the gates of hell again!

So, the trots who had just died of pigs immediately jumped on the bed.

At this moment, I ran to the bathroom and called Chen Yao.

But my intestines are pulled out, but they just don’t answer.

It was nearly four o'clock when we arrived at Pinghai.

My mother stood outside the long-distance passenger station and waved to me from a distance.

She wore a double-breasted casual shirt on her upper body, a floral long skirt with black and yellow, and the flat shoes on her ankles were buckled in the sun.

And I saw at a glance that she had cut her shoulder-length short hair, black and soft as before, but when the wind stroked by, it looked like a black dove spreading its wings.

The huge tempered glass above the head brought the floating blue sky and white clouds into the belly, and then suddenly caught a dark shadow.

I can't tell you why, my eyelids suddenly hopped.

My mother took the bag and asked me if I was hungry.

I smiled and hesitated for a moment and said I was hungry.

She took my arm and glanced at me: The longer I grow, the more stupid I will think about whether I am hungry or not.

The only advantage of Picasso is probably that it is spaciousness.

I adjusted the passenger seat back and then, and my mother said ok.

I asked my dad.

She handed a bottle of water: What about the fish pond? There are so many people in the past two days, and your uncle's hotel has been opened.

She smiled as she said that.

My mother was still combed with a side part, and the soft silk drew a circle through the arc and buckled it slantedly on her shoulders.

As the corners of her mouth flew up, the entire carriage was faintly filled with indescribable charm.

I quickly put my face away and after a while, I said: What should I do tomorrow?

Let's go to bed tomorrow, your grandfather is too busy with his business.No one was hired, your uncle volunteered to be a chef, it depends on his ability.

In the summer of 2000, the land at the east end of the village was requisitioned to build a new industrial park.

Under the two-way pressure of swine fever and mother, my father rejoined his old business after a while and brought the pig farm to Xiaolizhuang in the east of the city.

For this reason, he often said: If your mother hadn't stopped him, she would have really booked the construction team, and now we'd sent it.

However, there are also pig farming people who raise pigs, let alone veterans like my father, as long as they don’t suffer from serious illness and disaster, they are usually leisurely in addition to changing seasons.

In 2002, my father contracted several acres of fish ponds, which was considered a joint venture with my uncle.

The latter, two simple houses were expanded outside the private house, and then built on the second floor to open a small restaurant.

I have visited it several times, and the business is still good, after all, there is a long-distance passenger transport point nearby.

What's more, the fishermen in the fish pond have to make a living.

Following the pig farm, the village will also be demolished in the winter of 2000.

At first it was said that it was allocated to a new campus of third-tier universities, but it turned out to be a waste of two years.

It was not until last year that the stretched and decaying wall was pushed down, and what grew were Northern Auto City and several commercial properties with dazzling names.

The twelve production teams in the village were placed in three groups and were placed in every corner of the Pinghai.

Out of local concepts and some ridiculous dignity, the village organized people to go to townships and district governments for several times, but in the end it was left alone.

Of course, the village cadres made a fortune, a huge deal that was beyond the reach of selling trees, land and machines in the past.

In April 2001, we moved to the Imperial Garden in the northeast of the city. There were about 200 households, most of whom were former villagers.

My house is on the fifth floor.

My mother is used to walking the stairs, so I can only follow her.

Want to eat something?Her white arm was shaking in front of my eyes.

casual.

Can you eat whatever you want?

My mother turned around the corner, tightened her pretty face, but immediately laughed again.

The setting sun was lying on the skylight in a sticky manner, as if a afterimage of time was left in a trance.

Of course, it can't be casual. In the shorter function table provided by my mother, I chose egg tomato noodles.

My mother quickly got busy.

I asked grandma.

She didn't raise her head: I heard you were coming back, so happy, but who knew where you were running away now?

I leaned against the door frame and said oh.

She quickly mixed the flour, and her black hair was so elastic that it was trembling on her shoulders.

I couldn't help but think of a particularly vulgar word "Fly" that can't climb up even with a crutch.

Hey, my mother glanced back at me, turned her face again, and said after a while, you are not tired, you will take a break, what about the supervisor?The air conditioner is turned on if it is hot.

Not hot.

I turned around and turned on the air conditioner.

Before I could hold the remote control, my mother's voice came from the kitchen: Don't turn on, be careful of catching a cold.

I ate the noodles voraciously.The mother sat aside and said: Can't you slow down?

Delicious Ah.I gave a thumbs up.

Virtue.The mother smiled and stroked her hair.

When did you cut your hair?I stared at my face, stooping.

I thought you were not smart.The chair was moved, just a while ago, it was easier to take care of it if it was shorter.

I didn't say anything.Because I don't know what to say.As far as I can remember, my mother only has long hair and occasionally repairs it, but it is the first time she cut it so short.

What, it's ugly?The mother suddenly said.

Where is it, it looks good.I looked up and smiled, and buried it again, just getting used to growing hair.

My mother didn't say anything.I stirred the noodles in the bowl and was about to say something when grandma was back.A gust of wind, she hugged me firmly.Grandson, she sang.

There are only three of us for supper.

My father called and said he was too busy to come back.

Of course I'm not hungry either.

My mother mixed two cold dishes and made an eel soup.

Eels are raised in their own pond.

After entering the 21st century, I have never seen wild eels again.

I remember that we braved the scorching heat and touched the riverside all the way, and we could get two or three pounds in one afternoon.

Not to mention crabs and snails.

However, the river in the east of the village has been dry for many years (in fact, it is hard to say whether it exists or not). Even Pinghe has to rely on municipal water diversion from time to time to avoid interruption. As for fish, shrimp and other fish ponds in Xiaolizhuang.

Eat more, your dad specifically caught it. It depends on your thinness, so don’t eat at school?

Grandma picked me up an eel piece.

Her excitement has not yet subsided.

Since she entered the door, she never stopped talking and moved several baskets, and her family affairs fell to the ground.

I can fully understand my grandma's vigorous desire to express herself.

Usually, her parents are busy, and there are few elderly people around her, and the community environment is not as comfortable as the village. Of course, she is very nervous.

It's time to eat more.My mother smiled, maybe even blinked at me.

But I had already drunk a bottle of beer and couldn't afford it.So I brought the last glass of wine to my mother.She tilted her neck and saw the bottom.I couldn't help but be stunned.

Oh, grandma pounded me, and the old Zhao family caught him in the bureau again after the room.

Oh why?

Why?It’s not gambling, but people say they are taking drugs, but they just burn money. They used to be honest.

Um.

His wife was so comfortable that she didn't cry or make a fuss, just setting off firecrackers.

I drank the soup so loudly.

I went to see if the noodles were sent, and my mother got up and steamed the buns for a while.Linlin, how many buns, Ah, do you eat?

I spit out the last piece of fish bone, but I don't know what to say.

Grandma pounded me again and lowered her voice: Nothing is said, it was burned for two houses.

A bowl of soup made people sweat.

After flipping through his phone, Chen Yao didn't reply to the text message.

I had to pat my belly and roll onto the sofa.

After pinching a few tables, my grandmother said as soon as she arrived at the fifth set of the central government: I watched the black man shoot the ball again, what's the best thing to look at?

I asked: What do you see?

She beat her neck: Everything is OK, look at Pinghai Platform Ah, I have been talking about our village these days.

There was no choice but to walk over and pinch her shoulders.

Grandma smiled.

After doing nothing, I simply let her lie on the sofa.

Pinghai Channel is broadcasting local news, but most of the time, our village will not appear, even if it appears, it will only be Northern Auto City.

However, the following news was the Fengwu Opera Troupe.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

It wasn't that I was stunned, but that I was so disbelief when I suddenly saw my name in the public media.

Like the studio set, the announcer's voice was indescribable thinness and shabbyness, and it seemed that the echo could be heard faintly.

However, the picture changes and the people are excited: Yesterday, the city’s Red Star Theater held a voluntary performance for May Day, which while promoting traditional culture, sent holiday greetings to the working people.

The protagonist Fengwu Opera Troupe presented the classic Pingju drama "Band of the Jinsha River", which won the audience's applause.

Zhang Xingjian, deputy secretary of the municipal party committee and deputy mayor, and Chen Jianjun, director of the Cultural and Sports Bureau, watched the performance throughout the whole process and visited all the actors after the end.

Zhang Xingjian emphasized that Pingju, as the second largest opera in the country, should be inherited and carried forward as a traditional culture and local culture...

Your mother's troupe, grandma raised her neck and finally realized, "Silly boy, our troupe is this."I said why it sounds so familiar.

She got up and patted me: It's our theater troupe, God.Fenglan, Fenglan

My mother ran out quickly, her hands covered in face: What's wrong?

Isn’t this our theater troupe?

Is it a show yesterday?Mother nodded with a smile.She glanced at it and went into the kitchen again.

...As an old fan, Director Chen Jianjun also sang passionately...

Why is this leader not bald?Grandma was so excited that she was a little over the top and patted me twice in a row. Is this the leader of Xiuqin and the others?Fenglan Fenglan, look

This time my mother didn't run out, but leaned against the door and smiled bitterly: What's wrong, I'm making buns.

It's okay, grandma said, is this white-faced scholar Xiuqin and the others the leader?Don't laugh, she really said that.

Probably so.The sound of chopping noodles quickly came from the kitchen.

But the scholar was endless.

The deputy mayor didn't say anything, but he sang a show in front of the camera.

I can't say what kind of singing is, it may be "Little Sour Date". Anyway, my grandma hummed it.

Fortunately, the news did not allow him to continue doing whatever he wanted, so he pinched him without singing a few lines.

Why don’t you sing? Grandma is a little dissatisfied. She sang well, why don’t people sing?

Her feet were raised high on the sofa, making her feel indescribable.

I wanted to smile, but suddenly burped.

I did have a bit more dinner.

Even so, I still ate two buns.

Chive and egg stuffing.

My mother said: Be careful and don’t have stomachache at night.

I don't want to have stomachache, but I really have no resistance to hot buns.

My mother also ate one, and after that, she ran to the balcony and made a phone call. Of course, it was still the troupe's business.

After all, grandma is old, and she starts to doze off as soon as she gets excited, and returns to the house without waiting for the buns to come out of the cage.

Just when my mother picked up the bun, Wang Weichao called me and asked me if I was back.

I said it's back Ah.

He said drinking.

I said I drank dick wine in the middle of the night.

He explained tomorrow.

Tomorrow is even more timeless.

Then come the day after tomorrow, he said, anyway, you can come here anytime when you have time.Wang Weichao is now a fat man, drinking beer is like pouring water.

When my mother came in, I asked: Is it the Pingju School business again?

Um.She sat down next to me.

What's going on?

It was basically concluded that the agreement had not been signed yet, and the other party asked for a price was a bit high.

How many?

The width of the tube!Mother glared at me.

How many?

About seven or eight hundred thousand.

Then what to do?I said it after a while.

If you have cultural industry subsidies, please get some policy loans.

I didn't know what to say, so no one spoke.The clocks are ticking, a little too lively.

You, don't be sad.My mother dragged her tone and touched my head.

I had no choice but to laugh.

Tsk, it's really okay.She kicked me, leaned over again, and pinched my face.

Finally, I looked up at my mother.

Maybe it was a little hot, or maybe the breath of the bun was not clear yet, her face was red, like a bright red embroidery blooming on the goose yellow cloth.

I couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

With a squeak, my mother laughed: I'm stupid.I really feel sorry for your mother, so I come over to rub her shoulders, just thinking about your grandma Ah.

So I went over to rub my shoulders.

My mother's hair is so fragrant.

Like me, she loves to sweat.

This sounds so weird. To be precise, I like her, love to sweat.

In short, there are already a few wet marks on the back of the shirt, and the outline of the bra can be seen faintly.

Stay there.I said.

Isn't this possible?Mother turned her face.

I can only use my skills if I lie there.I sniffed.

My mother looked at me, smiled, and still got up and lay on the sofa.Put a pillow over.She said.

To be honest, I don’t know anything about massage, at most I just follow the same thing when watching TV.

But so far, my customers and friends have never given bad reviews.

First, he turned around his shoulders, then lifted his hair and pressed his cervical spine, and then patted his waist down all the way.

Next is the scapula, underarms, and rib sides.

My mother was warm and I couldn't help but sweat.

But she suddenly twisted her body and laughed: Itchy.

I had no choice but to stop and say: I'll try harder.

Mother nodded.

But as soon as she grabbed her waist, she smiled again: No, no, mom can't stand this.

At this time, a sudden Beijing rhyme drum was heard.

My mother turned over, picked up her phone, first walked to the kitchen door, and then walked to the balcony.

The other party spoke a little anxious.

I was about to prick up my ears when my mother returned to the living room.

What's wrong?

It's okay.Showing.My mother stood by the coffee table and stretched out her waist.

Still pressed?There are bullshit TV series on TV.I read it for a while before I said this.

Forget it, she sat down on the stool, the golden dahlias were flying, and my mother was afraid of itch.

I collapsed on the sofa and changed several units in succession.

Press it.After a while, my mother held up her chin and smiled at me.

This time my mother became much more peaceful.

I beat my slender waist, but she didn't say a word.

When I stroked my long skirt, she was about to get up: Is it over?

I pressed my waist and she lay down again.

Even though the long skirt was wide and loose, a round mound was still raised under the thin waist, and there was a seductive gully in the middle.

I sniffed and felt my hands tremble a little.

After sliding along the outline, I couldn't understand why, so I suddenly grabbed the two thick buttocks, spread them apart vigorously, and rubbed them back and forth at the same time.

My mother got up at once.

In the blink of an eye, she sat on the sofa, closed her skirt, and Hongxia's face was full of: OK OK, that's all.

I stood there blankly, sweating like rain while I was panting.

Sitting on Ah.My mother was cold and didn't look at me.

It’s not a solution to always stand, so of course I sat down on the stool.

Alas, by the way, my mother spoke for a while, why didn’t I bring that little thing back?

Chen Yao.

Well, Chen Yao.Let mom take a look at Ah too.

It's not a child, but they have their own business.

It was Ah, my mother sighed, Lin Lin grew up and became sensible.

I stared at the little man flashing back and forth on the screen, with my crest straight.

There was wind outside the window, and the doors and windows on the balcony were jingling.

As a god and a ghost, a word popped out of my throat: I met Aunt Xiuqin at school a while ago.

Um.

She has changed so much that I dare not admit it.

But no, you haven't seen it a few times.

You don’t ask her what she is doing in our school?

What are you doing?

Actually, I don't know what to do.In an instant, the inexplicable aura disappeared from my body without a trace.

By the way, does your law school have a teacher named He Fang?

Ah?I turned my head and glanced at my mother, almost falling down my butt.

My father came back when he was about to fall asleep that night.

He rushed into my room with a drunken affair and laughed: I caught two old turtles and I will replenish your brain.

I said: Drink again.

He sat down at the head of the bed: I am happy when my son is back.Besides, with your uncle here, it’s not OK to drink it.

I have nothing to say.

My father asked for a cigarette.

After a little hesitation, I still took it.

But he started to twitch himself and said for a while: Just listening to your mother saying that when will your girlfriend be brought back, let your grandma take a look at Ah.

I could only say a huh.

After a cigarette, my father stood up, took off his vest, and patted his belly: I just say nothing if I don’t have money, Ah, Lin Lin, our family is not short of this money now.

After my father left, I was completely sleepy and had to read the book for a while.

There is a book called "The Road to Slavery" in the drawer. It was borrowed from the school library and has been left at home, and I always start with the preface.

After reading all three long prefaces, the smoky and chaotic dissipated.

I decided to go to the bathroom and get rid of the cigarette my father gave me.

The living room was quiet, but the lights were on in the bedroom of my parents, and I could hear the sound of talking vaguely.

Almost conditioned, I tiptoed over.

I didn't expect that the door opened just as I was about to put my head on.

The mother walked out in her nightgown.

Like me, she was also surprised to pass by her hidden light, her plump breasts trembled.

So a pair of mysterious eyes floated on his chest.

Linlin?The mother subconsciously shrank her body.I scratched my head, as if I had just crawled out of the stove, and every word I spit out of my mouth was so hot: smoke...lighter.

After a night of bizarre dream, my head was dizzy when I woke up early.

At the dinner table, my mother asked me what gift I brought to my grandfather.

So I took out the MP3.

Something happened.

I'm embarrassed to tell you.

Can be taken advantage of.

Grandma gave me a blank look.

Two years ago, on her 70th birthday, I didn’t have any sense of gifts.

My father held the box and looked at it hard.

My mother smiled and put an egg in front of me: Who came up with the idea?

According to my mother, except for the internal rheumatism that was suffered from when he was sent to the 1973 years, my grandfather is now in good health and he tastes good.

He did not leave anyway when practicing qigong, singing opera, growing flowers, and growing vegetables.

During the holidays, nearby towns would also invite him to play the piano.

The gift was accepted, but grandpa said: I have Ah on the radio.

If there is, there will be something. My mother smiled. This was given by Lin Lin and his girlfriend.

My face turned red all of a sudden.

At this moment, the sun was as strong as it was shooting from the ground towards the sun, and even the beautiful women in the yard were about to drip out of fire.