It was raining all the time and the atmosphere was not very harmonious.
Under the same awning, people gradually felt that their hearts were changing.
In the melodious sound of the flute.
Some people saw their distant hometown, the path at the door of their home, winding and stretching into the distance.
When I opened the small attic window, I saw mountains stretching up and down.
Suddenly, I saw my father working in the fields, sweating like rain, but his voice was very cheerful.
My mother came back from the field carrying a basket of hogweed and wearing a straw hat that had been soaked countless times with sweat and turned a little dark in color.
Today, all this is gone.
Some people saw the night in their hometown.
The night in my hometown is very dark, so dark that I can only see the stars in the sky.
The North Star shines brightly, the wind blows gently, and the sound of crickets sounds from far to near, and from near to far, as if it is lulling people to sleep.
In the vast river of stars, my hometown is as small as a speck of dust.
Not to mention the people from my hometown, it seems like they have never been here.
Someone saw the two rows of lush willows growing from the town to the village, the half-broken village sign at the entrance of the village, the fruit trees that could not be seen at the edge, the walnuts and peppers dried by grandma in the yard, and the spinach grown in the vegetable garden. .
Some people have seen the large cypress forest in their hometown. The fragrance of cypress gives people a sense of concentration and calmness. The cypress seeds on the cypress trees explode. If you shake the branches gently, half a handful of cypress seeds will fall into the palm of your hand.
Walking through the cypress forest, there are several poplar trees. Next to the poplar trees, there used to be a waterlogged pond, but now it is covered with locust trees and is lush and green.
Some people saw that the road to their hometown was covered with weeds, and the grass grew very thick. The Tumen Tower in their hometown was also covered with wormwood and small wild chrysanthemums, and the buildings were empty after people left.
Some people's thoughts return to the typical Dikeng Zhuangzi's hometown in Guanzhong. Looking from the cliff, the yard is deserted.
The miscellaneous trees in the courtyard have grown almost as high as the cliff. The old pear trees on the cliff have few leaves left, and the fire crystal persimmons hang on the branches like small lanterns.
Lanterns are hung high, where are the people from back then
The few jujube trees beside the wheat field, growing a little lonely among the barren wormwood, lacked some breath of life.
Under the jujube tree is a childhood playground. Friends sit under the jujube tree and eat jujubes.
Malian dates are very sweet. After eating, the children competed to spit out the date cores to see who could vomit far away.
After vomiting and vomiting, everyone dispersed.
"Boss, how much does one cost?" Yang Fan asked the boss after playing the ocarina.
The boss, like the people around him, seemed to have passed away without realizing it.
"Young man, what kind of music are you playing?" When Yang Fan asked, the boss woke up for the first time and seemed unable to hear Yang Fan's question.
"The scenery of my hometown, or the original scenery of my hometown is better. After all, I only blow about the past. I can't blow on what has not passed yet." Yang Fan replied.
"Hometown."
"It turns out to be my hometown."
"Hometown..."
The boss is like many people, like a confused pedestrian who has been running around for most of his life without finding the direction. Now that he has received guidance, he is deeply moved and wants to give some money to Yang Fan, a folk artist.
After all, I just heard people bragging about it for so long, and I felt bad if I didn't give them any money.
So, someone looked around to see if there were any bowls on the ground.
If so, throwing in a few bucks is definitely a good idea.
It’s okay to be wrong, just for peace of mind.
Originally, the traces of my hometown were slowly becoming desolate and disappearing day by day in the torrent of time.
Now, it seems to be back quietly.
For no other reason than the prisoner in the awning.
He looks like a prisoner and is so enviable that he should be admitted.
"No money, I'll give this ocarina to you." The boss is a middle-aged man with a lot of pressure in life. His son has to go to school and his daughter needs to see a doctor, but he is willing to be happy for once.
The main reason is that this ocarina is not worth a few dollars. If it were worth a few hundred, he would not be able to bear it.
Kang has wronged others and wronged his wife and daughter.
People should not only do it for themselves, but also do it for their families, otherwise they will be destroyed by heaven and earth.
"No, I..." Yang Fan glanced at Liu Yueyue, one of his girlfriends who was looking at her with wild eyes, and said, "My girlfriend's family is not short of money."
Liu Qianqian reacted quickly and quickly scanned the QR code with her phone, preparing to pay for Yang Fan.
"Boss, how much is it?" Liu Qianqian asked hurriedly after scanning the QR code.
The boss didn't tell me the numbers, so she didn't know how much to enter.
"No, there's really no need. This flute is destined to be your boyfriend." The boss waved his hand.
Liu Qianqian felt very happy. In front of her sister, she was said to be Yang Fan's girlfriend.
None of my sisters are treated like this.
So, she showed her kindness: "We are not short of this money, really! Boss, tell me how much it is."
"It's really not necessary. Nowadays, some rubbish songs can be on the charts, and they charge a fee. Your boyfriend's song is worth the price of an ocarina just once." The boss said grandly.
Yang Fan smiled and said: "Boss, I am a master of musical instruments. If you want to put it this way, the small folk instruments here are all destined to me. You can tell me the number, otherwise we can only throw a hundred yuan and leave, but I think I I will suffer a loss. Your flute is not worth the price. You won’t let me suffer a loss, right?”
At this time.
"Boss, I just listened to the entire song. This hundred yuan is considered as the copyright fee I paid, and I bought it for this young man." A woman who looked like a lady took out a big red note from her wallet. , put it on the stall.
The boss quickly picked up the big red ticket and wanted to stuff it back, but the stall was a bit big and he couldn't reach the people across from him. He said anxiously: "It's too much, too much. Don't fight. Just give me thirty."
The lady didn't take the ticket and turned around and walked into the rain.
Her accent doesn't sound like a local.
"Where are you going? Don't leave, I'll give you change!" the boss shouted, holding up the note.
The noble lady did not look back and walked away.
She wants to go back to her hometown.
Now she feels that no matter how time washes away the years, her hometown will always be in her heart.
I live at the foot of a green mountain, with lots of grass in front of my door.
He was homeless for half his life. Her husband died of illness in middle age, and her children got married and moved away.
Only the mother at home is always waiting for the return of her relatives in her hometown.
"Mom, I will fly home tomorrow to see you."
"Ah? Ni'er, have you been wronged in any way?"
"It doesn't matter. My husband is dead and I can't be angry with me. Jiajia is just like me. She can marry to the end of the world and she can't be angry with me. Duoduo went to college and ran to the south but didn't come back after graduation. I want to start a family there. He can’t be angry.”
"Niuniu, you must be wronged. You are still looking away from such a big person. I don't need you to come back to see me. Go see Jiajia and Duoduo more when you have time."
"No, they don't need me."
"Look, you're angry with your child again, and you still say you don't feel wronged."
"If I say no, I won't. You, an old lady in your seventies or eighty, why are you worrying so much?"