Screenwriter Zhang greeted his uncle, and his grandfather poured water.

When screenwriter Zhang saw the child in his uncle's arms, he asked his grandfather: "Is this the child of the fourth child?" ”

Grandpa told Screenwriter Zhang about it with a smile, and after listening to it, he scolded Feifei's biological parents in extremely civilized words.

Screenwriter Zhang counted Feifei's parents before saying: "Fellow, I've been unsteady in the past few months, and I've been thinking about Xiaosi writing my nickname, I'm idle during the day, and I think about sleeping at night, and I can't figure it out, I really don't understand how Xiaosi knows my nickname? ”

Grandpa said happily: "Brother, as for the fourth child, how do you know your nickname, I also blow fire with a rolling pin - I don't know anything." Then since you're here, don't say anything, stay at home for a while, and see what Si'er can write about?"

Screenwriter Zhang said: "I'm writing another manuscript now, this time I'll take a few days, I don't go back to my hometown for two days, I want to stay at your house for one night, whether Xiao Si writes or not, he will leave tomorrow, do you think it's okay?"

Grandpa said: "It's no problem to stay for a few days, if you are not in a hurry, you can stay for a few more days, I still want to chat with my brother more, my cultural level is not high, and you will talk about knowledge." Relatives back home are fine. ”

Screenwriter Zhang said: "I haven't been back for so many years, my hometown has changed a lot, and now Zhanggezhuang is much bigger, and the road is wider, but there is no one of my relatives, and there are only two old people left who can know me." ”

Grandpa said: "Then live here, if you are too busy, then you can also live at home for a period of time after you are busy, and when you solve the mystery in your heart, you will feel at ease." ”

Screenwriter Zhang jokingly said: "Fellow, if Xiaosi doesn't tell me the mystery, I will have to live in your house for the rest of my life?"

Grandpa said: "Just live, our family has no shortage of space." ”

The two talked happily until lunchtime, when the family came back, and they greeted screenwriter Zhang one after another. Mother and Aunt Yan took care of the three children to eat, Kang Kang can basically take care of himself, sitting on the chair of his uncle when he was a child and eating alone, although he often gets food everywhere.

Grandpa took out a bottle of wine and said to Screenwriter Zhang: "Our family is not as good as Beijing, it is all peasant cuisine, you are a big cultural person, so let's just take a break." ”

Screenwriter Zhang looked at the seven or eight dishes on the table carefully made by his grandmother, with meat and vegetables, although it is not full of color and flavor, but it also really shows that a rural woman is doing her best, and said: "Fellow, you really treat me as an outsider, I am also a person who went out of our place, and I also grew up with the team, what kind of hard life have I not survived? What kind of unpalatable food have I never eaten? Now that my life is better, I can't forget the hardships I have endured for a lifetime, so don't be so polite, the more casual the better." ”

The father was about to take the grandfather's wine bottle and pour wine for Screenwriter Zhang, and the grandfather said, "Today I will pour wine for my brother." ”

Grandpa Zhang still sat silently at the table as usual, but his eyes looked at Screenwriter Zhang's face from time to time, and his face was full of doubt. His father sat next to him and took care of him. Grandpa and screenwriter Zhang sat next to each other on a long bench.

Grandpa poured a glass for screenwriter Zhang first, and said: "Taste the hometown wine first, and then taste the taste of hometown later." He poured wine for Grandpa Zhang, and introduced it to Screenwriter Zhang: "This is my uncle." Uncle, have a drink today. ”

Screenwriter Zhang looked at Grandpa Zhang and nodded to Grandpa Zhang: "The old man is good." ”

Mrs. Zhang's grandfather stared at Screenwriter Zhang's face and said slightly, "Okay, okay." I heard that you are a great writer from the capital, and you also shoot TV, which is amazing. ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, screenwriter Zhang could hear that Mrs. Zhang's accent was not the same as that of grandpa. Although the dialects vary widely, there is a big difference between one place and another. Even if the dialects are very close to each other dozens of miles apart, the pronunciation of many words and words cannot be heard by outsiders, but they can be distinguished by the natives who were born and raised by them.

When Screenwriter Zhang was about to ask Grandpa Zhang's dialect why it was so similar to the accent of his hometown, Grandma brought the last dish to the table, and said, "It's all right." ”

Grandpa picked up the wine cup and said to Screenwriter Zhang: "Brother, we didn't drink much in Beijing last time, and we will drink it happily when we get home today, come." ”

Screenwriter Zhang picked up the wine cup and said, "Don't say any kind words, I should go back to my hometown today and drink!" After speaking, he first touched Grandpa Zhang, then touched Grandpa and Father, and drank it in one sip.

After eating a few bites of food, screenwriter Zhang said: "Well, yes, it's really an authentic peasant dish, which reminds me of the food cooked by the villagers when I was fighting guerrillas in the mountains. "Grandma was having fun right next to her.

After a few glasses of wine, Grandpa Zhang didn't let his father pour the wine, saying that he could just drink some. And he made an exception and didn't leave early to rest, but concentrated on eating slowly and listening to his grandfather chatting with screenwriter Zhang.

Screenwriter Zhang has been away from his hometown for decades, and his accent has changed a lot, and now he basically speaks authentic Beijing dialect, and his voice is very good.

Screenwriter Zhang will occasionally say a few words of hometown dialect at this moment, but it is not so pure, after he drank a glass of wine, he caught a glimpse of the uncle eating there unhurriedly, he looked at the uncle who chewed slowly and said to his grandfather: "Xiaosi is really a strange person, ah, no, the strange person is not right, he should be called a stranger." Why does he know my nickname?"

Screenwriter Zhang is still stubborn, he can't solve the mystery, the stronger his curiosity, and the stronger his curiosity, the more he wants to know the answer as soon as possible.

Grandpa is now convinced of some of the uncle's unusual abilities, he smiled and said: "Brother, you are here now, take a rest after eating, and when you are fine, you can watch Si'er write, maybe you can get the answer." ”

Screenwriter Zhang took a bite of food and said: "My nickname was given by my father, since my father and mother died, the only people who know my nickname are the big brothers and sisters of the propaganda team who saved me at that time, and later I also joined the propaganda team, and the captain gave me the current name, and no one has called my nickname for more than 50 years." After Xiao Si finished writing last time, it aroused my homesickness again, so I took the time to go to my hometown again to see if there were any relatives to find. In fact, just after the liberation of the years, I came back many times, I found everything I could find, I asked everything I could, someone saw my parents and a group of fellow villagers in that sweep by the devils surrounded in the ditch and shot all of them to death, and finally threw shoulei to destroy the corpse, my grandmother's house was even more miserable, the whole village was buried alive, who was who couldn't tell who was who, and there was no one left. Alas, I was the only one in the family who survived. ”

At that time, I also knew about the evil deeds of the little devils from TV, and I didn't understand the hatred of the nation very well, but I just thought that the devils were too bad. After I heard what screenwriter Zhang said, I interjected and said, "Grandpa Zhang, what is your nickname? Are you also a guerrilla of the Eighth Route Army? Have you ever killed devils?" I was also full of curiosity about screenwriter Zhang, and asked a few questions in a row.

My father glared at me and said, "Adults talk, children don't interject." ”

Screenwriter Zhang smiled and said to his father and me: "It's okay, the children should know a little bit about history, so that they can learn from history and stop letting war harm our people." I joined our Eighth Route Army, but I didn't fight face-to-face with devils with a gun, and at that time I was about the same as you and I didn't have a gun, but I was cheering for the soldiers with my brothers and sisters in the propaganda team, doing some propaganda, agitation, and cultural tutoring. My nickname is Little Lock. ”

Before I could say the word 'oh', I saw Grandpa Zhang holding the chopsticks that were going to pick up the vegetables 'click', and one chopstick fell on the plate, and then rolled to the table, and the hand holding the chopsticks suddenly trembled violently. There was a look of shock on his face, and he didn't put down his hand for a long time.

At first, everyone just thought that Grandpa Zhang didn't hold the chopsticks steady, but when he saw Grandpa Zhang's sudden expression and trembling hands, his father hurriedly handed the chopsticks to Grandpa Zhang, but Grandpa Zhang didn't answer, his eyes turned to Grandpa Zhang, and then his lips trembled, and he slowly asked: "Is your father a locksmith?"

Screenwriter Zhang also noticed a series of changes in the old man. I don't understand what happened to the old man just now, is it because he is too old to be flexible in his hands and feet? When he heard the old man ask, he replied with a smile: "Old man, my father is not a locksmith, but a suona player, or a drummer who specializes in red and white ceremonies." My father gave me this name, hoping that my son will inherit his father's business in the future and also play suona. ”

After listening to Grandpa Zhang, his body left the bench, stood up, and another chopstick also fell on the table, trembling with both hands supporting the edge of the table, trying to maintain his body balance, and his father who was sitting next to him also stood up and helped Grandpa Zhang, who was behaving abnormally today.

Grandpa Zhang tried his best to keep his composure, but the words he said still had a trembling voice: "Your father's name is Zhang Yushun, his nickname is Zhang Horn, your mother's name is Wei Dalian, and her nickname is Da Lianzi, right?"

When screenwriter Zhang heard his father's name in the old man's mouth, he had already stood up with a 'poof', and the speed was so fast that the grandfather next to him almost fell to the side. Screenwriter Zhang, whose eyes were wide open, was told by the old man that the names and nicknames of his biological parents were already stunned by the scene in front of him, and when the old man finished speaking, he stared at the old man's face, and saw that the old man's eyes were filled with tears, and the next moment he rolled down.

Screenwriter Zhang asked tentatively: "Then ...... you?"

Grandpa Zhang finally couldn't help it, and as the big tears rolled down, Grandpa Zhang shouted loudly: "My son, I'm your father Zhang Horn, woo...... My little lock!"