“...... Our family went back first...... I'll come back to see you when I'm clearing...... What about this money, don't dislike it...... Just take it and use ......"

“...... I hope you will bless and bless our family, and we will all be safe......"

In the dream, the woman muttered to the mountain.

“...... Mother, mother, shall we go back?"

The little boy, who had already stood up, seemed to be thinking about the pig's head, and padded his feet and shouted again to his mother.

“...... Okay, go back...... Let's go, go back. ”

The woman gestured again towards the pile of papers, turned around, looked at her son with a smile, answered the question, took her son's hand, and with her husband beside her, picked up her things again, and walked back into the village.

The little boy followed his parents and looked around.

Along the ridge at the foot of the mountain, every household is squatting or kneeling or standing in front of a pile of burning paper money, or burning paper, or lighting incense wax, or making a carving.

The firelight on the pile of paper money, the candle flame on the incense candle, jumped gently, reflecting the figures of the people in the village, illuminating the entire foot of the mountain.

And along the village road in the village, on the ridge road behind the house, there are still people in the village, who are carrying things, coming this way.

“...... Mother, have those grandparents protected so many people?"

The little boy raised his head and asked with curiosity in his eyes,

“...... Yes, they have protected a lot of people. The woman pulled the little boy, turned her head with a smile, looked at it too, and said aloud.

When the little boy heard this, he was a little ignorant, and then he looked to the side, and then he was attracted by other things.

“...... Mother, what about that piece of pig's head......"

As if seeing that his mother didn't hold it in his hand, the little boy couldn't help but ask,

“...... Your dad is holding it......"

The woman smiled, looked at her child and said,

"What, you're in a hurry to eat?"

“...... Hmmm!"

“...... Then when you get home, my mother will go and mix it for you. ”

“...... Mother, let's hurry up, let's go faster......"

As he spoke, the little boy took his mother by the way and ran away.

......

The breeze carried a hint of mist, and the noise of the village outside the house blew into the hall through the open door of the hall.

In the hall, at the dining table,

Lian Ge held chopsticks, sandwiched the dishes on the table, and listened to the words mixed in the village with the breeze lingering in his ears,

didn't turn his head, didn't say anything, didn't hurry, ate casually,

On the side, the old man sat down, looked at Lian Ge from time to time, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, and turned his head to look outside the hall, in the noisy and noisy village,

Looking at the door of the hall again, the old man who was still in a dream.

The old man was hunched up, his head hung down, his eyes closed as before,

It's just that he seems to have dreamed of something, and the expression on his face slowly changes.

"Let's eat something too, old man. ”

After sandwiching the chopsticks again, Lian Ge turned his gaze, looked at the anxious old man at the table, and said again in a calm tone,

“...... Little sir, you can just eat......"

The old man spoke first, and then looked at the old man at the door of the hall in the village outside the hall.

“...... Lao Chen turned his head ...... and opened his mouth, and the old man couldn't help but ask.

"I'm waking up. ”

Turning his gaze, he looked at the old man at the door of the house,

Lian Ge retracted his gaze, his tone was calm, and he said something out loud.

......

“...... Mother, mother...... It's foggy outside...... It's foggy outside......"

In the old man's dream, the scene changed.

Still in the old house, the little boy wore a thick, bloated cotton shirt and cotton pants, padded his feet, removed the deadbolt, and pulled the wooden door a little.

With his feet paddled and his head leaning out, the little boy looked out,

Then, in some surprise, before he could close the door again, he shouted and ran towards the back room.

“...... It's foggy. ”

The boy's mother, the woman with a small basin of almost kneaded dough, laughed in response, and came out of the back room, turned her head again, and looked out of the half-open wooden door.

Through the gaps in the open wooden doors, a trace of mist was spreading into the room.

“...... It's a lot of fog today. ”

The woman smiled, put the small basin containing the dough on the table in the hall, and said one more.

“...... The fog is so heavy that you can only see the ...... on the edge of the yard."

As if sensing that his mother agreed with his words, the little boy nodded emphatically, and then said,

“...... Then you remember not to run around, otherwise it will be difficult for your mother to find you for a while. ”

Kneading the dough in the small basin again, the woman cooperated, and replied with a smile.

“...... Hmmm!"

The little boy nodded emphatically, then turned again, staggered towards the wooden door, and ran again.

Curious, looking out at the fog.

“...... Mother, why do we have so much fog here...... When I went to my grandmother's house before, I didn't have such a big fog......"

The little boy was curious, turned around again, and asked his mother, with some doubts,

“...... Because ah......"

When the woman heard this, she turned her head and looked at her child, her face was a little difficult, as if she was thinking about how to answer,

“...... Because, our family lives by the river, by the river, so the fog is very big. ”

Behind the little boy, the hidden wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and the little boy's father, the man carried a few fish, shook off the dew on his body, responded to the little boy's words, smiled, and went into the house again.

“...... Daddy!"

The little boy heard his father's voice, cried out, and ran towards his father again.

“...... Be careful, Daddy has the fish in his hand, don't rub it on you. ”

The man said, but still smiled and squatted down, stretched out his other hand, and hugged his child,

“...... Daddy, but where is the river...... Is it over the mountain?"

The little boy lay in his father's arms, looked out through the open wooden door, looked out again, and asked out loud with some doubts in his eyes,

“...... It's not on the other side of the mountain, it's here...... Over here. ”

Standing up again, the man first smiled and said, and then stepped on the ground with his foot,

The little boy listened to his father's words, his eyes became more curious, and he came out of his father's arms again,

Keep your head down, staring at the ground under your feet,

“...... Daddy, is the river underground?"

Curious, the little boy asked out loud,

"Yes, right here we are, underground. ”

The man smiled and responded,

“...... These fish were caught by my father from the river. ”

“...... But, but ...... Shall we live on the river?"

The little boy still looked at the soles of his feet, and asked out loud in confusion,

“...... What if we fall to the surface of the river?"

Listening to their children's words, men and women smiled,

“...... Then when I grow up, I will try to build another house somewhere else...... When the time comes, my father and mother will also move in with you, so I won't be afraid of falling into the river......"

The man smiled and said to his child,

“...... Hmmm!"

The little boy raised his head, nodded emphatically, answered, and followed closely after, seeing the fish in his father's hand, and was attracted to attention,

“...... Daddy, shall we eat fish in the morning?"

“...... Fish, you have to wait until noon to eat, this morning my mother gave you steamed buns, leek buns, do you want to eat?"

On the side, the woman smiled and said aloud to her child,

“...... Think!"

Turning his head, the little boy responded crisply, as if he had left the previous things behind,

He ran back to his mother, and looked at the dough in the small basin on the table.

“...... Mother, how long will it take to eat......"