Located in Zanmin County, in the south of Shi'an Prefecture, there is a broken place called Wuma Village, which is my hometown.

It takes two hours to drive from the city.

Over here...

I don't like it!

The village brigade is not doing its job, and after many years, the road is still potholed, and it is squeezed narrower by the homesteads.

The car couldn't pass, so it could only park under a locust tree in the west of the village compound.

And when the passers-by saw me, they also greeted me:

"Why are you still breaking bread?"

"Ye Fei, don't be forced, work in the winery, and give me a few bottles that have been cellared for thirty years to taste!"

"Damn, I still smoke red plums..."

In film and television dramas, the image of rural people is always facing the loess with their backs to the sky, and they look honest.

Other villages don't know, but ours...

Quite snobbish!

For the sake of the villagers' face, I smiled politely and didn't talk much, still smoking a red plum cigarette, looking at the Volkswagen POLO on the right.

It was Milu's car, and when she bought it, she was not satisfied and said: at least buy a Volkswagen CC!

"Hah..."

I smiled wryly.

Milou likes luxury, she really shouldn't marry me.

Without thinking much about it, after taking it out of the car to buy gifts for his parents, he walked down the broken road towards home.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw my father smoking.

Children are not filial!

He didn't go home for half a year, his hair was a lot whiter, and his body was even thinner in the autumn wind. ”

"Dad!"

"Just talk about being busy, don't tell anything to the family. ”

"Next time. ”

The two of them stood at the door and chatted a few words.

Rural people are like this, father and son will not hug each other when they meet, but a few words and a look are enough!

"Hee-hee..."

When they walked back to the courtyard together, they heard the crisp laughter of the daughter of the East House.

And my mother was teasing her: "Girl, I'm turning my back on the grass for grandma, and I'll make you delicious at noon!"

It made me pause at the door...

I didn't like the village, but the moment I stepped through the door, I felt a sense of belonging.

My father walked into the house, and I took two steps back, turning my head to the right to look at the kitchen, where Mi Lu was chipped minced with her head down.

She rarely goes into the kitchen.

It can be seen that her knife skills are very stiff, and there are beads of sweat hanging on her head.

She didn't look up, wiped her sweat and said, "Wrap pork dumplings at noon, you accompany your father to drink two cups." ”

“......”

"You... Can you help me pick leeks?"

She looked up... It may be because of the apron on her body, Milu, who has always been a goddess, is like a housewife for the first time.

In other words, there is a feeling of living.

Still silent, I turned and walked into the East House.

"Dad. ”

My daughter pounced on her for the first time, I picked her up and kissed her on the cheek twice, and asked with a smile: "Lingling is reciting poems to grandma?"

"Hmm. ”

"That's good, let grandma award you delicious. With her in my arms, I came to my mother.

"Mom. ”

"......" gave me a blank look, and my mother spoke: "Something without conscience, this will come back and live a good life with Milu." “

"Oh!"

I pretended not to hear clearly and continued to tease my daughter.

Ay!

When I first entered the door, I met my dad and he didn't say anything.

And my mom...

Because of her poor health, the people around her let her, and she developed the habit of being unreasonable, and never looked at the occasion when she trained people and lectured.

In the end, it was my dad who said: "Just came back, let him return his daughter-in-law to himself!"

"What do you know, just let him do it anyway?"

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

Almost at the same time, sighing at the same time as my father ... I'm thirty-one, really, I don't care.

Hearing our grandfather sigh, my mother's unreasonable temper came up: "I'm for the good of this family, what do you two mean?"

"Mom, Mom... Don't be angry, it's all my fault, don't be angry with your body. Milou walked in and helped her mother sit down.

Cut!

She's angry, and it's not because of you.

But I can't say anything, in case my mom has a heart attack...

Ay!

sighed again, before I had time to think about it, Mi Lu who came over took Ye Ling from my arms and said, "Be good, go with grandma." ”

After telling me, he pulled me out and said, "Don't be angry, Mom, go make dumplings with me." ”

I...

Worried that his mother was angry, he could only come to the kitchen obediently.

"Bang Bang..."

Pick up the kitchen knife and chop the meat filling on the board, in this way, vent the accumulated grievances.

Mi Lu, who was left out in the cold, sat on the small bench next to her and picked up the wine and food.

She's learned wisely, and she's not taking the initiative to speak.

And just like that, together...

Ay!

I sighed again.

Mi Lu is stupid enough, but she is a married woman, she can't mix noodles, she can't roll out the skin, and the dumplings she wraps really look like mice.

I couldn't help it, and said the first thing to her: "You... While resting. ”

"Don't!"

"If you get in the way, this dumpling will have to be made until the evening. ”

"Hmph, you think I'm stupid!"

Sitting on a small bench, Mi Lu, who was dressed like a housewife, began to be coquettish again, and pouted her ruddy little mouth again.

"You..."

I don't know how to say it, but purely subconsciously I came to the sentence: "After the divorce, how do you live?"

“......”

Her eyes were teary.

And my heart softened: "Before the divorce... Don't cry, I can teach you to cook after the divorce, don't eat takeout all the time and be unclean. ”

Put down the rolling pin in her hand and teach her how to make dumplings:

"Don't put too much stuffing, pinch both sides... If the skin is sticky, sprinkle some white flour, it's as simple as that. ”

"I turned around and cut my nails, and they all came out of the holes. ”

At the same time, Yu Guang saw that her goose egg face was already teary-stained.

didn't give her a chance, I preemptively said: "Let's get together and disperse, and later... Until you find a new home, they will take care of you. ”

"Ye Fei, I can't do without you. ”

"Shut up. ”

"I'm blamed by you, I don't want other men... Please. ”

"Bang. ”

I snatched the unwrapped dumplings from her hand and threw them on the board: "Milu, unless you are willing to stay in the village and guard my mother for the rest of your life." ”

“......”

"When you get back to the city like this, the first thing you do is kick you out of the house. ”

My mother is here, and I can't afford to mess with me.

Can Mi Lu extravagant character, in the village for a maximum of three or five days, and when she leaves, she is cleaning up.

And I threatened, finally telling her to shut up.

After nothing happened, I finally cooked the dumplings after more than two hours, and when they were brought to the East House, my mother's anger was gone.

Family...

Before the divorce, Mi Lu was also married.

Eating dumplings around the dining table, I also drank a few cups with the old man, and the atmosphere was good.

And Ye Ling, who was looking for cartoons with the remote control, was broadcasting the 'Provincial Capital Documentary' when she turned the station to the provincial satellite TV station.

"Grandpa, grandma, look, my dad. ”

After she reminded me, the whole family looked at the TV, and it was the TV station that interviewed me.

The old couple, who have never watched the news, finally know my 'heroic deeds'.

The old man immediately criticized: "Nonsense, go to your class well, why do you want to provoke wanted criminals, you can't be like this in the future." ”

He cares more about my safety than a hero.

And my mom...

Her focus is the most bizarre: "You said that you were demoted, and you divorced because you couldn't support Mi Lu, but the TV said that you were the manager." ”