A few old people chatted about the whole world.

At this time, because the old man couldn't interject in chatting, Aunt Yan held Meimei and tilted her head, watching the uncle draw on the edge of the table. Grandma also looked sideways at the slide of the uncle's fingers.

Screenwriter Zhang in the chat inadvertently swept his eyes over his grandmother and uncle, and when he saw this strange scene, his eyes unconsciously glanced at his uncle's fingers, he didn't know what they were looking at, he was just a casual glance.

When his gaze just shifted to his grandfather, he quickly turned to look at his uncle's fingers. Just one glance at it took less than two seconds. His expression was stunned for a moment, and then his face was surprised, his mouth was slightly open in surprise, and his eyes seemed to have seen something incredible happening to him.

Immediately, he got up from the chair and asked his grandfather in surprise, "...... is he?" He forgot for a moment how the fifth uncle had introduced the uncle just now.

The fifth uncle's father was also confused when he saw Screenwriter Zhang's abnormality. Grandpa immediately said, "He is the fourth child in our family." He also stood up.

Screenwriter Zhang bypassed his grandfather and grandmother and came behind the uncle, his eyes were fixed on the uncle's fingers, and the color on his face had become a little pale.

The fifth uncle's parents also stood up, and the fifth uncle understood in his heart, got up and walked to Screenwriter Zhang's side, and said, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?

Screenwriter Zhang didn't answer, his eyes kept staring at the uncle's face, with an unbelievable expression, the air seemed to be condensed, and the scene was so cold that it was about to freeze.

The fifth uncle didn't ask any more questions, everyone just looked at Screenwriter Zhang quietly, and Screenwriter Zhang stared at Uncle Zhang tightly.

I don't know how long I stopped, but screenwriter Zhang slowly said to himself: "No, how old is he, and he's blind, what's going on?"

The fifth uncle and father finally found a chance to speak: "Old leader, have you seen something? Xiao Si is not an ordinary person, there are many magical stories." ”

Screenwriter Zhang saw that Uncle no longer slid his fingers, and slowly walked back to his seat after thinking.

When he sat down, he asked his grandfather: "Fellow, has Xiaosi not seen since he was a child?"

Grandpa said: "When I was more than a year old, I accidentally ate poisonous mushrooms, not only could I not see but also could not hear, I cried so hard that my throat was broken, and I couldn't speak." ”

After the grandfather finished speaking, the fifth uncle immediately took over and said, "Uncle, I know you must have seen the fourth brother writing." ”

Screenwriter Zhang turned his head to look at the fifth uncle, nodded and said, "Yes, you also saw what he wrote just now?"

The fifth uncle said: "I didn't see it, only anyone else could see the words written by the fourth brother, and others couldn't see anything even in front of them." ”

Screenwriter Zhang still didn't seem to believe it: "It's so amazing?

The fifth uncle smiled and said, "Uncle, while we are drinking, I will tell you some stories about the fourth brother, if it is not right, my father will help me add it." There are many things that are all witnesses here. ”

Screenwriter Zhang smiled confusedly: "Living so big, the first time I have encountered such a rare thing, it is said that my experience is also rich, I have experienced the years of the War of Resistance and the War of Liberation, and I also participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, and I have also personally experienced the life and death parting and cruel struggle of my comrades-in-arms, although I did not charge into battle with a gun, I have also seen and heard a lot of strange things happening, and I have come back and worked as a screenwriter and drama for half a lifetime, and today I will also encounter things that surprise me, it is really incredible, incredible." ”

He turned his head again and asked the fifth uncle's father: "You and I have been colleagues for so many years, do you know my nickname?"

The fifth uncle and father replied with a smile: "How can I know the nickname of the old leader, when I joined the regiment, you were the deputy head of the regiment at that time." ”

Screenwriter Zhang said slowly with a solemn face: "Yes, not only do you not know, I'm afraid there are only three people in this world who know my nickname, two eldest sisters and one eldest brother, they are my life-saving benefactors, and they also took me to the revolutionary road, and the rest of the brothers and sisters either died of sacrifice or died of illness." There is one more one today, that is, Xiaosi, you say I can not be surprised, can I not be surprised?"

The fifth uncle has already experienced it himself, so he is the one who has the most right to speak at this time, and the fifth uncle said: "Uncle listen to me a few, and you will feel more God." After speaking, he poured a glass of wine for screenwriter Zhang, and told a few magical stories of his uncle, but he didn't mention his ugly incident.

Screenwriter Zhang was fascinated by what he heard, and when the fifth uncle finished speaking, he said in amazement: "Unheard of, it seems that the folk Tibetan masters, today is also my eye-opener, and I have seen and heard for a long time." ”

Everyone had another drink together, and screenwriter Zhang began to think again, and then said: "Which little four wrote my nickname, what do you want to tell me?"

For screenwriter Zhang's question, everyone looked at each other, no one knew how to answer, and no one knew the correct answer.

Screenwriter Zhang asked his grandfather again: "Are you going back tomorrow? Can you stay for a few more days? I want to see if Xiaosi can write me something again." ”

Grandpa said: "Our family has come out, and there are still a bunch of things at home, and I'm afraid it's not good to stay for a few more days." ”

Screenwriter Zhang didn't want to force it anymore, so he said "hi" in his mouth and sat down again in contemplation.

That night, screenwriter Zhang couldn't care about his friend's banquet anymore, and sat until we left, often looking at his uncle, and wanted to see if he could write anything.

Because you have to get up and rush the next day, the banquet can't end too late, everyone needs to rest early, after all, travel is not an easy thing, you can't rest too late.

Screenwriter Zhang accompanied us to the door of the hotel, held my grandfather and said: "Fellow, your son has opened my eyes, and I can't get enough of it, when will I come to Beijing again, let's meet again." Grandpa smiled and agreed.

Early the next morning, after breakfast at the hotel buffet, the minibus was already waiting at the door.

The fifth uncle's family of three kept sending us to the car, and the uncle and Yan Gu got into the car last, and the fifth uncle hugged the uncle, and whispered happily in the uncle's ear: "Fourth brother, thank you very much, I don't have anything to do now." After speaking, he personally helped the uncle to the car, and said to his grandparents: "Daddy, when I finish filming this movie, I will go home to live!"

Grandma said happily, "When will you come back?"

Under the car, the fifth uncle and his parents waved goodbye to our family, and we all waved in the car.

The way back is also very smooth, even faster than when I went to Beijing, when I got home, it was just dark, and my grandfather said to the driver when I was about to get home: "Master, I ate at home and stayed for one night and then left, it was not easy to walk on the road after dark." ”

The driver said that he had to rush back tonight, and the company would have to use the car tomorrow. When he got out of the car, his grandfather pulled the driver and didn't let him go, saying that he had to eat before leaving, everything was prepared for the New Year, and he would cook quickly and eat something hot on the way without hunger. The driver agreed with a smile.

When I got home, several people worked together, and in less than half an hour, a steaming meal was served.

After eating, the driver left in a hurry.

My grandmother asked, "Do you two think the food in the Beijing Hotel is delicious, or is it delicious for me?"

The two of us looked up at my grandmother, and replied without discussing the answer: "Grandma's cooking is delicious!"

Grandma couldn't close her mouth happily, and grandpa said: "Beijing World Hotel is a high-level chef, can it be better than your grandma's cooking? ”

Grandma didn't refute it, just watching us eat fragrantly.

In fact, if you want to say that it is delicious, of course, it is the famous chef in the restaurant who does a good job, it is just a simple discussion of deliciousness, although the taste of the food at home is not as good as the restaurant, but it has its own taste, and the food at home is not only the fusion of food and seasonings, but also the taste of family and home, the taste is strong and mellow, and it will not be eaten anywhere. It is an indelible and unforgettable memory for your whole life, and it is an immortal memory engraved in your bones.

Many years later, when I was far away from home, sometimes I would suddenly crave a certain dish made by my grandmother or mother, and that kind of gluttony was not drooling, but itchy gluttony!

It was only later that I realized why my grandmother asked such a seemingly unproblematic question when she came back from this trip, and my grandmother seemed to want to express something but couldn't.

Grandpa Zhang saw that we were all back, so he sat there and had a brief chat with his grandfather, and went back to the house early to rest after eating.

Grandpa looked at Grandpa Zhang's slightly rickety back, and thought to himself: How is the posture and demeanor of walking a bit similar to that of Screenwriter Zhang?

After the fifteenth year, school will start, and this is also my last semester in the village-run primary school, and it is time to go to junior high school when the school starts again. Father began to contact the better middle school in the county, but his father was actually not that capable, so he entrusted it to Uncle Qiangzi, who was shrewd and capable of saying that he could do it.

Uncle Qiang Zi didn't say a word, but by the way, he picked up several students in our village who were going to middle school, and told his father that the children in our village could go to school in the town's No. 1 middle school as long as they passed the minimum score line for junior high school this year. Uncle Qiangzi really deserves to be Mr. Liu's elite general, and it was not until later that the old village chief retired, and the village elected him as the village chief, and Mr. Liu reluctantly let go of Uncle Qiangzi.