Just after the heavy rain, there was a breath of fresh soil on the muddy road, mixed with the smell of chicken, duck and cow dung.
A ●31 novel app download address ● A tall, long-faced young man with a long face and eyebrows frowned walking on the mud road, carefully avoiding the soaked cow dung, and the snow-white sneakers on his feet had inevitably been glued with dots.
Looking at the baggage on his back, passers-by knew that the child from Lao Li's college had returned from the summer vacation.
Seeing the villagers squatting in front of the door smoking in twos and threes, Zi Yang sighed inwardly. He has been studying outside since high school and can feel the city's changes almost every year, but the small mountain village in this hometown has been like a day for more than ten years. It's so narrow, the house is still so short, the passersby are still so idle, the small mountain village seems to be isolated from the world, and it hasn't changed in the slightest.
The villagers greeted Zi Yang one after another, "Zi Yang is back?" "Come back." Zi Yang nodded politely to everyone with a smile, but he was very embarrassed. Most of the people in the village can’t tell their names when they study abroad all the year round. The Li family is very senior in the village. Some 30 or 40-year-old aunts have to call him uncle. Seeing him greet him with a respectable name, he doesn’t know what to do. In response, he had to grin and nod his head, not to lose his courtesy.
After returning home, Zi Yang felt hot when he saw his father who was busy in the yard, and shouted, "Dad, I'm back."
I haven't seen it for half a year, and the warm welcome scene that I imagined in his heart did not appear. The father looked up, stopped his work and looked at him, almost expressionlessly. It seemed that his son had just gone out to pee and come back. No surprises, let alone surprises. But the mother who was busy in the kitchen heard the voice with a smile on her face and greeted her: "Are you back?"
"My son is taller and handsome again. Look at your dad, you don't even smile when you come back."
Dad Li said whisperingly: "As soon as I came back, I knew that I was going to ask for money again, and there was no way to be happy..." Zi Yang felt helpless, alas, there is no way, for decades, Dad's temper is still so. upright.
At noon, his mother made a table full of food, and Zi Yang, who hadn’t tasted his hometown food for a long time, gobbled it up. His mother kept picking up vegetables for him, and looked at him with a smile, saying, "Slow down, poor child, what good is it to be outside? You can't get anything to eat, right?"
Zi Yang muttered dissatisfied with the food in his mouth: "Mom, the food outside is so much better, don't you always think that I am studying outside and going to jail," I don't eat well, it's because I don't have money! —Zi Yang didn't dare to say the last sentence.
My father was nearly fifty years old, half of his head was bald, and half of the remaining circle of hair turned white. The wrinkles around the corners of my mother's eyes are also a few more layers. Looking at his parents who are getting older year after year, Zi Yang felt uncomfortable.
After eating, Zi Yang lay on the chair, watching his father picking his teeth with a stick. Suddenly I remembered someone in my heart, and asked: Dad, I want to ask one thing... Dad Zi Yang looked at him suspiciously, meaning that school is still two months away, so he needs money now? Don't play cards according to the routine!
Forget it, Zi Yang suddenly dismissed the thought in his heart, and choked back again.
After staying at home for a week on vacation, Zi Yang couldn’t stand it anymore. There was no entertainment in the country. Children of the same age hadn’t seen each other for many years, and basically broke up. Every day except for eating and sleeping, the rest of the time was awkwardly watching. TV, no matter how boring the show is, you can watch it all day long. The happy days were only seven days. After seven days, my mother's kind motherly love was gradually worn away by irritability, and the love that just came back became an eyesore every day. All day long, Ziyang is delicious and lazy. Look at the dog leftovers and hairy eggs in the neighbor’s house. When they are teenagers, they go fishing for fish and go uphill to plow. The kid in the back room will marry a wife and set up a family in his 20s. Look at you. He’s twenty years old, and he’s too lazy to carry him all day long...
Zi Yang’s mother is at the age of 40 or 50 years old, like a wolf and a tiger. In addition to menopause, the temper is not good, and the little things of the fart can cause a spark to form a prairie fire. What's more, Zi Yang is a lazy son like this all day long. Pestle in front of you as a target. The women in the mountain villages are also sturdy folks. They came out of interest and came up with a small bench. They can sit for two hours and can swear without heavy samples. All of them have good voices, high-pitched voices, and go through walls-the key is to curse. Do not delay work at the same time.
Every time he scolded, he could often implicate Zi Yang's father. At this time, Dad Zi Yang was silent, and Zi Yang once asked why he could bear it.
Dad Ziyang said: This is love!
Zi Yang's mother roared: Love a fart, my old lady speaks like a breeze in her ears, you didn't listen to a word, all day long, you know that you can't make a fart with your mouth between the stick! Look at letting you cook a rice, it burns every time, and you don’t listen to how many times you say it, your donkey ears are growing on the pig... Ma Zi Yang scolded people, without considering the logic of things. Sexuality and rationality.
Dad Ziyang was also not angry, like a revolutionary martyr, he didn't talk back when he killed me. He looked at the distance leisurely, with a look that I thought, therefore I was.
What Zi Yang can't stand the most is that his mother always compares the neighbor's children with her. According to the meaning, other people's children are more promising than a college student even if they are farming. Mom is always so unreasonable when I think you’re not pleasing to your eyes. I’m full of shortcomings. It’s a big crime to get up and not clean up the bedding, let alone sleep in. She likes to turn over the old accounts, even riding a bicycle to kill neighbors a few years ago Everything about the old hen can be turned out.
Zi Yang didn't have the same cultivation as his father, and he couldn't help but retort after being scolded a few times, but in exchange for a stormy counterattack. In the end, he was defeated in speech speed and logic, suffocating in vain. I fought back and forth several times like this, every time I wanted to lift the table and run away, after all, I didn't dare, after all, I didn't have any money in my pocket.
Later, I think about it, my father is the real master. She forced her to be strong, and the breeze blew the hills. According to what you said, I just didn't respond. It's no wonder that decades have passed, and despite the constant noisiness, the small days are still in harmony.
On this day, the school report card arrived. The average score of seven subjects was 67. The postscript in the teacher's letter was tactfully and twisted. There was a tendency to hate iron but not steel. The implication was to ask parents to educate them.
Zi Yang's mother looked furious (sometimes Zi Yang really hoped that his parents were as illiterate as other villagers), and the revelation was like the flooding of the Yellow River, and the endless water of the Yangtze River. Dad Ziyang didn't talk much, but calmly said "I have read all the books in the belly of a dog" beside him calmly.
This mental suffering is getting more and more frequent, and it happens almost every day. On this day, Zi Yang, who had just been taught a lesson, was thinking about running away from home, and suddenly received a call from the old Wang next door.