Chapter 1 Early Summer

Atai, this summer vacation, you passed the typhoon with your grandma in your hometown. Dad is going back to the city to organize anti-Taiwan flood control. You must listen to your grandma carefully and don’t make trouble.

OK, dad

My dad is a professional soldier, and Atai is a red boy who was born in the army. Last year, he was disarmament. My dad took the initiative to apply for a job and retire from the army. In June, he moved back to his hometown with his family. This is also the first time that Atai has returned to his hometown by the beach.

My father was the deputy director of the public security bureau in the next county town, and my mother was an ordinary worker in the county town of my hometown. The unit didn't get through the distribution of houses. There were not many special arrangements in that era. The leader had stricter requirements for himself and his family. Because my brother and sister were in high school, Mashan wanted to prepare for the college entrance examination, so they followed my father to squeeze into the single dormitory in the bureau.

My mother worked as a paint worker in a bicycle factory. In that era, bicycles were relatively popular products. She had to work three shifts to earn overtime. As a result, the youngest Atai was no longer in charge. Smart was arranged to go back to her hometown for the summer vacation. After her father arranged the accommodation, Atai went back.

Atai's hometown is a small southern coastal village with only a hundred households. Eight hundred years ago, I came to the south from Shandong to escape the war and went to the south. I specially chose a place with northern mountains and seas. The transportation was extremely inconvenient. I have lived on farming for generations. The land in the hilly areas is very barren, but because I rely on the sea, I can't find some seafood on the tidal flats and basically won't starve to death.

So the villagers lived a semi-closed life and communicated with the outside world. There was only one dirt road that could barely pass through by the tractor. My father's driver came from the army. It was considered to be a very skilled person to send A Tai to his grandma's house.

The houses in the south are called houses, one is fenced and similar to the courtyard, and the other is a row of villas similar to the current ones.

Grandma's house was built by his great-grandfather and has a history of more than 100 years. There are 3 families in a row. The uncle at the outermost alley has moved to the city to open a furniture store. When the house in the middle was separated, he was divided into 5 uncles' houses. However, they raised aquatic products in the next county, and only grandma lived alone. The innermost family was the home of the distant thirteenth uncle. Atai called him Uncle Bao. He had just been married for two or three years and had no children.

There will be no other family in the future. It is a small vegetable field surrounded by sisal. The two red-hearted pomegranate trees inside are not big, but they taste sweet, which makes Atai always worry about it.

That day, my dad and grandma explained something, had a simple lunch, and hurriedly asked the driver to drive his Beijing jeep away.

Grandma is a small-footed old lady. She likes to wear moon-blue gowns and her hair is always neatly combed. Although she lives in a mountain village, she has never gone abroad or has no education, but she is optimistic and kind, and speaks quietly and slowly. Perhaps due to blood relationship, Atai became close to her grandma after lunch, just as her grandma has been taking care of Atai since she left the cradle.

The only problem with grandma is that her ears are not easy to use, so she often has to get close to her.

The arrival of Atai soon became a hot topic in the peaceful mountain village. Atai never realized that he would become a focus in the eyes of others. A simple greeting, Mandarin without accents will be immediately seen from other people's faces. Wow, the accent of the city people is so nice, the uncles and elders are so polite that their uncles and elders speak. His relatively fair skin will become the envy of countless young wives and girls. Because the sea breeze blows on the sun, most people's skin turns black (if they catch up with the present, they will be the healthiest wheat color)

Even Atai's every move, such as holding a spoon in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand when eating noodles, is said to be very urban style and can be imitated by children (well, there are no more than ten children who can eat noodles occasionally in the village and have chopsticks and spoons at the same time).

For a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, his vanity of being suppressed by his parents instantly expanded. It was in this summer that Atai grew from a boy to a man

In less than 2 days, Atai soon had two old Tie and several followers. Lao Tie was an equally old cousin and the ninth uncle. Among them, Uncle Ninth was an orphan with a high seniority but not a very famous reputation. Atai was too popular and provoked everywhere, hoping to make himself the focus of the child's attention again.

Unexpectedly, Atai seemed gentle, but after countless beats and challenges in the crowd of children in the army, he was full of warlike soldiers' blood. He treated provocations with simple and crude methods. After three concessions, he did not wait for his sixth cousin to come and say that he would get along. Atai was fighting and grabbing his fight and lying on the ground. Uncle Jiu was a slutty face, and if he couldn't beat him, he would accept the loss.

However, after two hours, he seemed unwilling to lose his position as the king of children, so he turned around and provoked him again. As a result, he was beaten four or five times within a week. The last time, Atai was also annoyed. After pushing Uncle Jiu to the ground, he dragged him directly to a pool of fresh cow dung, pressing his head against the cow dung, and telling him to get angry again, so he let him eat fresh food. Then Uncle Jiu was completely convinced, and then he turned from a mad dog to a licking dog, pleasing Attai in various ways.

After dinner, I pulled Atai to his house to drink mountain wine. The thing is actually very low. He picked it himself and made it into a clay pot. It was said to be wine, but it was more similar to drinks. After drinking the wine, the three of them lay on a small lime field at the door of his house. Looking at the Galaxy chat, most of the time, the ninth uncle asked Atai about the outside world, from the weapons of the army, to the training, to the details of the game between the army's children, to kindergartens and schools, and in detail.

Unlike uncle 9, cousin 6 is dull and becomes confused after drinking too much. As he chats, the heat of summer night gradually dissipates, and then the three of them fall asleep side by side under the stars.