On the second day of the first lunar month, the Qianjia father and daughter brought gifts to Luodian for New Year's greetings. They went upside down and stopped the tricycle. After 90 minutes, they finally stopped at Luodiankou 330 National Road.
Passing a wooden arched bridge, Luodian Village is displayed in front of you. In the warm sun, there is a black-and-white brick wall, a patchwork of horse head walls, and a few red brick and cement bungalows. It looks like a freehand ink painting. It looks very quiet and tranquil in the scenery of the river turning the peak, the lush smoky trees, and the smoky smoke. .
The uncle Wang at the head of the village was sitting under the eaves of his house and basking in the sun. When he saw the father and daughter coming, his voice was prolonged and said hello: "The second child of the Yang family, you have finally arrived. Your mother came out and turned around early this morning. Two or three times."
"Happy new year, Uncle Wang, you always look so tough and healthy." Yang Yong speeded up his pace and walked home, and greeted Uncle Wang with a smile of joy.
"Good, good, everything is fine, go home quickly. Don't let your mother wait for a long time." Uncle Wang stroked his white beard, smiled and squinted his father and daughter away.
After passing Wang's house and turning into a ridge road, the gate of Yang's house is already in sight. At this moment, the wooden window on the second floor of a family on the side of the road suddenly opened, and a head with sleepy eyes and fluffy hair came out and shouted to Yang Yong, who was chatting with the villagers on the roadside: "Yongzi, you are back. Ah, how many days can I live this time?"
Yang Yong seemed very happy when he looked up and saw that brain, he smiled and grinned: "Can live for four or five days. You are still sleeping, why didn't you go to your husband's house to pay a New Year greeting?"
"Let's go later. Don't go out tonight. I'll go early and return early and call the'Dragon Armor'. Let's have a drink."
"Okay, waiting for you."
Gradually approaching, traveling through time, Qianmai once again saw the large courtyard that had been dismantled a long time ago, but was faintly clear in his memory. The earthen wall encircling the shoulders on four weeks, the vast yard is planted with dozens of orange trees and grapefruit trees. The eight large two-story earth-wood tiles are lined up along the back row. It is really a "half courtyard with green trees Half-court room".
A tiger-headed tiger-brained boy playing at the gate of the courtyard ran into the Yang family to report the letter early. For at most two minutes, the grandmother of the Yang family, the aunt Yang Xinlian, and the young aunt Yang Shuilian greeted them out of the hall with smiles. Grandma Yang's grandmother came over with joy, and leaned down to hug Xiao Mo, "Hope for the stars and the moon, and grandma is finally looking forward to you."
The stranger's high degree of enthusiasm scared Qian Xiaomo into hiding in her sister's arms behind her. The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then asked Yang Yong in a puzzled manner: "Why is Xiao Hai wearing red clothes and braids?"
Yang Yong gently pulled his mother and sister, and whispered a few words in their ears. Several pairs of delighted eyes looked up and down Qian Xiaomo. Grandma Yang suddenly realized, she slapped her palms, she was happy, and shouted into the house excitedly: "My grandfather, don't drink wine soon. Come out and have a look. Our three granddaughters are here for the first time today."
With a few "creaking" door openings, the small doors of the next few rooms were opened. The tall and thin grandfather of the Yang family and several middle-aged men and women came out one after another. It should be the uncle, aunt, uncle, and aunt. . A few children of different sizes followed behind, who were cousins. The boy who had just played at the door was in the queue. At this moment, there was a big yellow dog with a wagging tail behind him. He was following the uncle and kept looking at his unfamiliar second uncle. Qianmai's mind checked the characters in front of him one by one. This boy must be Sun Yang Gongjian, the long-term elder of the Yang family's grandfather.
Hey, the whole family is here, Qian Xiaomo's welcome ceremony is really warm.
Regrettably, Qian Xiaomo didn't seem to be very useful. Facing the elders, she stretched out her hands to hug her, and even buried her face directly in her sister's arms. Yang Yong was explaining to everyone on the side. Aunt Yang Xinlian squatted alone in front of the two sisters, and gently touched Qianmai’s face: "How do you cut your hair? How beautiful your black hair is, my sister and I have spent a lot of money. Thoughtful.” Seeing Qian Mai’s dim eyes staring at herself, still silent, she teased again: “What’s the matter, I haven’t seen you in half a year, don’t you remember Auntie?”
The answer to her was a teasing low male voice: "Of course I don't remember you. Wheat, raised his fist and hit it. It was her, who lied to buy you a small comb, but sold you to Nanjiang." Look, it turned out to be the third uncle.
Yang Xinlian was full of black lines and smiled awkwardly. Qian Mai hurriedly cleared the siege: "No, I remember everyone here. It's just that the aunt and the aunt are more beautiful, so I dare not call it easily." Indeed, there is one person, one thing, one grass and one grass. Mu, Qianmai remember deeply. Here she spent the most carefree childhood in memory, and every corner of the yard was filled with her innocent and brilliant laughter. Even though he was young at the time, the memories he kept were pitiful. But it happened to be those intermittent memories that supported me through countless long nights, and gradually warmed the battered heart after countless tears and chills. So many young relatives suddenly appeared in front of him. Listening to Nuo Ruan's familiar Luodian accent, Qian Mai suddenly seemed to be in a trance like a dream. This is precisely what the adults automatically understand as a sense of alienation after leaving for a long time.
"Why didn't Xiaohai come? Are you tall now?" Grandpa Yang asked.
Speaking of his son, Yang Yong said with a smile in his eyes, "The little guy is fine, he is a little taller than Xiao Mo, strong, and very naughty. It is lawless and spoiled his grandmother and mother. This time he was spoiled by his grandmother and mother. I was also clamoring to come, but it was not convenient for me to take my three children in the car. Everyone went out for New Year's greetings these days. The car was too crowded. Liqin was busy at home and couldn't get away, so I didn't bring him."
"Well. Bring him over to eat watermelon in the summer. I haven't seen him for two years. The last time I saw him, he babbled and just called'Grandpa'." Grandpa Yang's voice is not loud, but there is a hint of it. majesty. After that, he turned his head and said to Grandma Yang: "You take the new lotus and water lotus to the kitchen to prepare, and roll out the noodles for the second and daughter at noon. They come to the front with dumplings. They are not a New Year guest, they are Come back home."