Han Yu and her son Han Erjiang went out to drink, leaving the old woman and the little sister to be at home alone, night fell, and the youngest son Han Sanjiang came back, her old yellow dog was kicked by her, and she didn't dare to go home, the home seemed exceptionally quiet, she quietly lit a match, lit the kerosene lamp, the dim light in the small room, jumping on the fire, looking outside, the dim light through the paper paste lattice window, on the outside, it looked, like crossing a layer of wax. At this time, the entire Han family team lit up the oil lamps, and the lights were reflected on the river, dotted with stars, swaying constantly, just like a small fishing village.

Han Sanjiang was invited to Mujiawan, drinking wine with the old stubborn man, raising a glass and drinking. The old stubborn man said with a big grin: "Old nephew Han, this is the first time you have come to our house, there is nothing left in my house, only an old hen that lays eggs, I am happy to kill it today, let's have a few drinks!"

Han Sanjiang was overwhelmed by alcohol, and he was dizzy after drinking three glasses, but the old stubborn man told him to drink vigorously, he had to look at Mu Chunfeng, meaning that he couldn't drink anymore, and asked her to tell her father.

Mu Chunfeng smiled and answered: "Dad, Sanjiang can't drink, he's still a student, he can't drink, look at you and ask others to drink, how embarrassed are you?"

Mu Liangen took the oily chicken thigh and glanced at his wife, and said, "Wife, you should eat this chicken thigh, I am not used to eating it!"

Niu Lanying smiled and replied: "Old stubborn, today you are the biggest, you are the hero of our whole commune, who dares to grab chicken legs from heroes to eat, or you eat, I'm afraid that I will eat the hero's chicken legs and be fingered as a vest!"

"Hehehehe······" Niu Lanying's words amused everyone.

Muligen looked at his wife and said, "Then I eat this chicken leg on behalf of the hero, hehehehe······"

"Eat, Daddy Hero!"

"Eat, hero husband!"

Mu Liangen laughed, took a big bite of the chicken legs, and said while eating: "Delicious, delicious, so delicious······ He gobbled up as he ate.

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Han Yu and his son Han Erjiang came to a guest house at the junction of Shanxia Lake, and the people in the guest house knew Han Erjiang and knew that he was coming to eat, so they shouted from afar: "Erjiang, you have a treat today, what dishes do you order?"

Han Dajiang was drinking wine inside, and when he heard that he was called Erjiang, he hurriedly ran out to take a look, it turned out that Erjiang was accompanying his father, so he shouted, "Dad, why are you here?"

Han Yu smiled bitterly and replied, "Can I not come? Your mother smashed all the pots in the house, what are you eating!

"Dad, how can you say that you are begging for food, your son's is yours, don't see outside, let's have a few drinks, a chicken, and two pots of wine, and have a good drink!" Han Erjiang replied with a happy smile.

"Ouch, Erjiang is spending a lot of money today, how much does it cost you to write the manuscript? How much is it? We are so willing today? Half a month's salary has been eaten by you in one meal!" said the shopkeeper of the guest house in surprise.

"Erjiang, when did you submit your manuscript, and you still have to pay for it, you kid, isn't it good?" Han Yu was also surprised, he usually only saw Erjiang who liked to write and paint, and he had never seen him contribute to the newspaper.

"Oh, Dad, the manuscript I wrote is about the May Day Commune, and the manuscript fee is three yuan, I'm very happy!" Erjiang said and took out a Zhuji Evening News from his pocket, handed it to his father, pointed to the article he wrote, and said: "Dad, look at the photo of Ouyang Jian on it! It looks like Secretary Ouyang! The title of the article is Learning the Spirit of May Day!"

Han Yu looked at it again and again, and after reading it, he said: "Well, Ouyang Jian's kid really looks like Secretary Ouyang when he was young, yes, he should be Secretary Ouyang's son, this kid is really promising, amazing!

"Yo, the eldest brother doesn't know about Erjiang's submission, you hide it deep enough! You see that the second brother of Xiao Ermao in this store knows it, but our family doesn't know it?" Han Dajiang took the newspaper and read it.

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Zhu Xiaomei waited until midnight, and no one came back, and the old yellow dog at home felt that it was cold outside, so he came to the door and knocked on the door.

Zhu Xiaomei felt that there was no one at home, and it was really uncomfortable, so she opened the door, and the old yellow dog wagged its tail happily, as if she had long forgotten that its owner had kicked it. Zhu Xiaomei said to Lao Huanggou: "Lao Huang, it's still hello, the old lady beats you, you don't hold grudges, come in, you haven't eaten yet, let's eat together, my mother is also hungry!" He said to himself, "Alas, what's the matter, well, everyone has become crazy, it's not normal!"

I don't know if the old yellow dog understands it, it wagged its tail while eating! Whether it understands or doesn't understand, I saw it echoing with "mmmmmmmmmm

The night was deeper, and no one returned, so she had to blow out the lamp, because kerosene could only be bought with a gas ticket at that time, and there would be no lamp to light when it ran out.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning and unable to sleep, he said to himself: "Isn't it that they are crazy, but that I am crazy, this, I am not crazy, how can I be crazy? It's normal! Isn't it, this society is crazy? It's crazy that I only know how to build my hometown! But here, we don't want to stay in this hellish place, why is the third child willing to stay? This, it's hard to believe, this is true······"

After a while, she still couldn't sleep, she couldn't figure out why? She simply got up from the bed, stood in front of the windowsill, opened the window, looked at the bright starry sky, looked at the distant stars, she suddenly felt a little homesick, remembering that the old father at home was already gray-haired, standing at the window with a cane and looking at the stars, the white-haired old mother came to the father and trembled and said: "Old Zhu, I miss my daughter again!" It's cold, let's sleep, my daughter won't come back, you look at it, you look at it, you look at it for more than 20 years, you don't see your daughter come back, we shouldn't go to work in the store, let alone marry our daughter to the small place in the store, how good we are in Shanghai······!

Zhu Xiaomei turned out to be from Shanghai, when she thought of her parents, she shed tears, in the tears, she suddenly imagined that she had returned to Shanghai, returned to her childhood, shuttled through the streets and alleys of Shanghai, she waved the line in her hand, and the kite flew far and high, getting smaller and smaller, so small that she only saw a small dot.

She suddenly felt that she was like that kite, her vision suddenly blurred, after a while, the vision gradually cleared, she knew that she missed her home so much, missed her parents, suddenly she felt that home was her only concern, the rest was only concern, at this moment she realized how important home is, and also understood the truth of her son's home, she smiled, smiled heartily······