From elementary school until my 13th birthday, I lived a two-point line at school and at home. Dad doesn’t like me to play at other students’ homes, nor do I like to ask other students to come to my home to play. He said that to go to school is to study, don’t pull, and delay time.

Slowly, I do n’t seem to need the company of other people. After I finish my homework every day, I will lie on the sofa and read the only two story books at home. On a clear day, I will go to the grass to grab grasshoppers or Catch butterflies. The loofah grown by my mother crawls over the balcony. I count it every day to see how many female flowers there are, so that I know how many loofahs I can eat in the future.

There is also a concrete table tennis table in the yard. If my father gets off work early, he will accompany me to play table tennis. I like summer the most. It gets dark late. After my parents come home, they can have more time to play with me. It won’t work in winter, it’s too cold, and it’s always raining. I started to sneak over my father’s bookcase and hide under the covers to watch “Liao Zhai Zhi Yi”.

Only summer vacation and weekends are the happiest, because I can go to grandma’s house. Moreover, the aunt’s children have grown up, cousins ​​and cousins ​​know a lot about nature, they will keep the best things every time, waiting for me to share together.

For example, when I say that mine flowers are beautiful, they will use matchboxes to collect a few boxes of mine flower seeds and give them to me when I go next time. Once again, the cousin caught a kingfisher with very beautiful feathers, so he dug a hole in the mud wall next to the house and kept the kingfisher in it and said he would give it to me. Another time, I found out that they were playing with gourds and suddenly wanted to plant one. They went a long way to find seeds for the gourds. After a few months, they regret to tell me that they did not feed.

In front of my grandmother’s house, there are two wild bitter-grained trees that are attached to the thorns, and in March, the trees are dotted with little yellow flowers.

My cousin and cousin took advantage of the spring rain to pull the trousers up and back. The three of them happily walked around the aunt’s house and drilled into a mountain path where “there were too many people to walk, and they became roads”.

A half-man wide dirt road, with lush vegetation on both sides. The branches of those bushes are often hung with dew, and when they pass through the middle, they will be hung by the sudden prickly vines to hang their clothes. When I finally walked to the reservoir channel on the mountain, I always found a few dark red scars on the exposed skin.

We left at the foot of the boat and ran across the bridge of the reservoir like a warrior, and ran to the other side of the mountain.

In fact, I was not as fearless as I wrote. Normally, I climbed up the mountainside with mutual help, and then stood on the side of the flyover, watching my cousin and cousin exercise back and forth for several times before crossing my carefully closed eyes to the opposite mountain.

As a child, I had a serious fear of heights. Holding the railing in one hand and holding the cousin and cousin in one hand, the calf was still frightened and the palm sweated.

However, after all, it is full of excitement and challenge, and I am happy.

There are many dry and lush plants on the opposite mountain. When we dig into the thin bamboos and lift the clusters of dead plants, we will find countless spring shoots in the nest. The spring bamboo shoots broke the soil shortly after the rain, and the brown bamboo shoots were covered with moist soil, and the breath of the earth came.

We pulled up quickly, rolling our eyes around to find the next target. The sound of the bamboo shoots sounded particularly pleasant. Now that I think about it, I still can’t describe that huge sense of satisfaction.

We have always returned with such actions.

When returning from the flyover, we will choose to sit in a row in the middle, pile up the bamboo shoots, and peel off the bamboo skin while laughing happily.

The car drove past under our feet. We grabbed a lot of bamboo shoots and threw them down to see who could throw them on the car. In fact, the flyover is very high, and the bamboo skin will be blown away by the strong wind in the air, and fall into the pond or woods next to it. We didn’t care about the result. We watched the bamboo shoots flying all over the sky and laughed happily on the overpass.

Sometimes, we will use bamboo shoots to make small umbrellas, which can be inserted into the windows, and our cousin will also play a nice bamboo shoot flute.

If there are enough bamboo shoots, we can follow our grandfather to sell vegetables early the next morning.

In March, the air is still very clear. At about four or five o’clock, it was just dawning, and we followed our grandfather to the vegetable farm with a sleepy eye to occupy a place. The mist has not receded, and many women and old people have come to the vegetable farm. They each picked a load of fresh and pleasant vegetables, or tied poultry such as chickens and ducks with straw to sell.

Grandpa’s face was dry and thin, and his slack skin showed weakness and orders. I saw the blue muscles on his legs protruding from the heavy work, and when I squatted, it seemed like a century of sinking. I feel very distressed.

At that time, I always felt that my grandfather did not sell vegetables to make money. He never bite the price, he just wanted to sell out early and went home, he also compiled a smooth “one cheap and two love, if you want cheap, I want fast”. Even so, there will be times when Shou will not be interested in the morning.

Several little guys sat in a row on Grandpa’s shoulder pads, stretched their necks and looked at those with empty baskets, showing a longing. I will always say a mantra to everyone who passes by, hoping that she will be attracted by my grandfather’s vegetables, and I will imagine that someone who needs a large purchase will buy all my grandfather’s dishes at a high price. Of course, this kind of big money has never appeared, but there is no shortage of old women carrying a basket, a fat hand picks and chooses for a while, and then bargains with you for half a hair for a long time, and finally wads hair, leaving Mouth went to other vegetable stalls. I am angry every time. Are they here to buy food or to find a sense of presence?

Grandpa was silent, but his face was calm and firm. He told us to watch the sky, the morning glow is rainy and the evening glow is sunny. More often than not, it is a silent silence. As soon as the time came, my grandfather would close the stall and go home. Even if he only sold one Chinese cabbage that day, he would buy us fried ghosts and glutinous rice balls for breakfast.

In the long decades, I do n’t know how they supported the family by selling vegetables, built a house for the whole family, sent my mother and uncle to study, and bought a tractor for each of the other two sons. . Their generation has a strong vitality and seems to be able to spend calmly no matter what the difficulties.

In a flash, I grew up.

Lonely girlhood, there are not many things worth cherishing for a lifetime. Everything in my life is the best in my free childhood.

I thought my grandfather was like a big mountain and would never fall. But a demolition and demolition destroyed the last line of defense in this veteran’s heart.

With the acceleration of the urbanization process, the road to grandma’s house has become a “trailing path”, a mountain was blown through, and it was built into a two-way tunnel with bright lights day and night. The spacious concrete road is as heavy as it is from the heart.

The childhood overpass can only appear in dreams from now on. The paddy fields under the overpass and the spring shoots on the hill opposite are buried deeply like fossils of thousands of years. In the future, there is a world full of traffic.

When the news of the demolition came, it immediately exploded in the village. Some people said: “No! Can’t sell! This is passed down from our ancestors. We have eaten here for generations. How can we survive after selling?” Some people said: “It’s not impossible to sell at all, but how much is left to us Some, right? What about future generations? “The grumpy person clapped the table and shouted,” What kind of thing! Have the ability to buy twice the highest price in the market, I’ll sell it! This also counts as a contribution to national construction “” Most of the remaining people are watching silently.

The team headquarters in the village gathered a lot of people and other news every day. After two weeks of argument, the village cadres finally came back after the meeting and brought the superior spirit. As soon as he entered the village, he was surrounded by the group, and the villagers dragged him in a hurry and asked, “How is it? Do you want to sell it? Do you help the village plead?”

The village cadres cleared their throats and everyone calmed down. He glanced at the crowd and saw that everyone stretched his neck to make a ready posture, his eyes full of anticipation and anxiety. He then said quickly: “This, the ground, must be sold …” “What? Why must be sold?” “We disagree!” “What shall we do after that?” , The villagers clamored noisily again.

“But …” The village cadres deliberately raised their tone, dragging their tails off, and the crowd calmed down and returned to their preparatory posture. “This price is three times the market price!” “Three times?” “Really? How much is it? “” Can my son worry about food and clothing? “” Oh, are there so many? “” Eight, your family is rich and has so many sons! “

When Grandpa returned home from the brigade headquarters, he felt very sad. He has guarded the land for a lifetime, and it seems that it is over. Grandma poured him wine and asked what happened. “These young people!” Grandpa shook his head, full of sadness, and he didn’t know where to start, only sighed deeply.

Because of the need to sell land, every household in the village rushed to build or renovate the original house, in order to get more money for demolition. They thought of the tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands that were about to arrive, and felt that they had become an upstart overnight. It was money that they could not see for two lifetimes of vegetables.

Suddenly one day, the whole village became joyous, and all the people on the road were wearing brand new clothes. Dongjiatou’s mother-in-law bought a lot of gold necklaces and bracelets, and let her daughter and daughter-in-law choose the same. She said cheerfully: “After most of her life, I haven’t seen so much money! I don’t know how to use this much money. I’m in a hurry, think about it, it’s more realistic to buy some jewelry and give it to you. You See, it ’s still there when it ’s too much money, I can still wear it when I buy jewelry, is n’t it? I bought so much, but I have n’t used half of the money. That ’s good! “

Other women in the village saw this and found it to be a good practice. They all took to the streets to snap up gold jewelry. The third daughter-in-law of the eighth family chose a necklace of 32 grams. Later, she found that the buckle was too loose. She was afraid to wear it, so she changed her bracelet. At home, she found that the bracelet was 24 grams. Kicked the sheets all over, and felt less taking advantage of the mother-in-law.