“...... Sassy. ”

On the village road, weeds swayed in the breeze and scattered in the courtyards of each house, and the fallen leaves on the eaves rolled up and down, making some rustling sounds.

At the entrance of the village, a woman led a child, stepped on the weeds on the village road, and walked into the village.

On both sides of the village road, dilapidated houses are scattered,

The tiles of the roof fell into the courtyard with the ash of the wall, and weeds grew through the cracks between the ash tiles of the wall.

The doors of each house, either half-detached and barely adorned on the door frame, were gently bumped or blackened with a gust of wind, or the mossy walls were collapsing inward and outward, accumulating a few fallen leaves, dust, and sediment, and a few ants and flying insects slid over them from time to time.

The woman took the child, walked, looked at the houses, silent,

“...... Mom, where is this?"

The child in the lead [ ] walked along his mother, turning his head, his eyes balled, looking around with some curiosity,

“...... This is where my mom used to grow up......"

When the woman heard this, she was silent for a while, then turned her head, looked at her child, and squeezed out some smiles.

“...... Where my mother grew up, is it home?"

The child turned his head, looked around again, and said crisply,

When the woman heard this, she smiled at her child, but did not respond, and continued to lead the child and walk towards the village.

......

“...... Mom, why did these houses fall?"

The child turned his head, looked at the houses on the side of the road, and asked with some confusion in his eyes,

On the side of the road, several houses collapsed, broken tiles, broken beams, and masonry connected to the gray walls, scattered along the courtyard, scattered far away,

“...... This is my mother's second grandfather's house. ”

The woman looked at the upside-down house and wondered whether to speak to the child or to herself.

The child turned his head and looked up at his mother, a little puzzled,

Then he turned and took his mother by the hand, and ran into the village.

“...... And there's a few more collapsed houses......"

The child cried out, and ran forward with his mother in the lead.

The woman was silent, and walked forward with her child,

“...... This is my mother's third grandfather's house. ”

"Hmm!"

The child took his mother by the hand, and then ran to a collapsed house.

The woman watched, fell silent, and said something more.

The child nodded heavily, followed suit, let go of his mother's hand, and ran with some curiosity towards the yard, which was littered with broken bricks, mud, and weeds.

“...... Mom, you see, it's a fishing net......"

Curious, the child tore out half of a rotten fishing net from the ash of the brick and tile walls, and shouted to his mother,

“...... Mom's third grandfather is quite fond of fishing. ”

Muttering, the woman said,

“...... Mom, is there a river around here?"

The child asked, looking up, curious.

When the woman heard this, she looked at her child, and then at the collapsed house.

"Yes. ”

Then the woman took her child by the hand and walked towards the village.

The child followed his mother, turning his head to look at the collapsed house.

......

“...... Mom, where is this? ”

"This is my mother's aunt and grandfather's ......"

“...... Mom, there's a spinning top here...... It seems to have decayed. ”

“...... Put it there. ”

"Good!"

“...... Mom, whose house is this? ”

“...... This is Grandpa Ji's house. ”

"There's a bowl here......"

......

“...... Mom, what about this?"

"Here,"

The woman fell silent, turned around, and looked into the courtyard,

“...... It's Mom's house. ”

“...... Mom's house, is that where Mom grew up?"

The child turned around with his mother and looked at the yard and the house in front of him with some curiosity.

On the roof of the house, the tiles either fell to the ground, mixed with peeling wall ash, accumulated mud and sand, or messy, still scattered on the roof.

On the side of the courtyard, on the two windows facing outward, the glass had fallen off and disappeared, and the window frame was connected with half of the rusty hinges, which were embellished on the side of the window, gently swaying with the wind.

The door of the hall facing the courtyard, which had decayed and barely attached to the threshold, was now half-open.

“...... ...... with birds"

Immediately after, the child's attention was attracted by a small bird in the yard, and he let go of his mother's hand and ran towards the bird in the yard.

In the courtyard, weeds and moss grew, the walls were piled up with ash and tiles, and some fallen leaves were scattered, and from time to time a gust of wind blew through the half-open door of the hall and fell into the house.

The bird hid itself in the weeds, and leaped lightly, as if it were foraging, and when the child approached, the bird rose and went away.

“...... Mom, the bird flew away. ”

Somewhat disappointed, the child looked at the bird flying away and said,

“...... Is it coming home?"

The child looked at it and asked.

The woman's gaze also followed the bird, and when the bird had flown away, she turned her head back to look at her child.

"Yes, it's home. ”

Squeezing out some smiles, the woman looked at her child and said,

And he stretched out his hand,

"Hold Mom's hand tightly and don't let go. ”

"Good. ”

The child was a little puzzled, but he still nodded heavily and took the woman's hand,

“...... Mom's house is really interesting, there are birds, there are so many interesting things...... It's very interesting. ”

The child took his mother's hand, turned his head, and looked around curiously.

The woman listened to her child's words, turned her head, looked at her child, and then looked at the yard and the house in front of her.

After a moment of silence, he walked into the open hall,

The child who was being led also followed his mother into the hall.

......

“...... Sassy. ”

"Knock ......"

In the hall, there are fallen leaves, silt and wall ash, and stools upside down,

The sunlight shone through the door leading to the back room, and the breeze passed through the door, stirring the fallen leaves on the ground.

Holding the child, the woman stepped into the hall, looked at the tables and chairs in the hall, at the door leading to the back room, at the rooms next to the hall that were either open or closed, and looked at her own house......

Walking forward, the woman lifted up a stool not far from the table, which was still in good condition.

Looking, a little silent, distracted,

“...... Mom, bike ......"

The child cried out in some surprise, and took his mother by the way.

When the woman heard this, she turned her head and looked at the place.

By the wall, the rusty bicycle was still leaning quietly, and a fallen leaf fell on the seat.

A gust of wind passed through the hall, and the fallen leaves rolled up and swept towards the woman,

Looking at the rusty bicycle, the woman stood up, moved her steps, and walked towards the bicycle.

The child looked at God's mother, and then at the bicycle, and with some curiosity in his eyes, he followed his mother and walked towards the bicycle.

The breeze carried the fallen leaf to the woman's side, and the child tiptoed, looked, grabbed the leaf, and held it in his hand.

The woman took the child, walked to the bicycle, squatted down, trance, trance, raised her hand, and gently wiped the rusty bicycle,

The rust on the bike peeled off and fell to the ground,

The woman paused, turned her head, and looked at her child,

The child is pinching the fallen leaves, looking at the light, curiously,

“...... Want to get off this bike?"

The woman smiled a little, looked at her child and said,

"Yes!" the child put down the leaf, looked at his mother with some surprise, and nodded emphatically.

“...... This car is my mother's...... It was given to your mother by your grandfather. ”