After Yang Yi got off the subway, he came to the downstairs of the takeaway company, found a place with few people and lit a cigarette, there were many people on the street, everyone was moving towards their own destination, looking at this scene, Yang Yi couldn't help but sigh, where is his purpose?

In the small mountain village, when Xiao Yang Yi put down Yang Shuting's notes, he pretended to be nothing, but the seeds of doubt in Xiao Yangyi's heart were quietly planted, after all, Yang Shuting's diary recorded the real reason for her parents' departure.

The fragrance of osmanthus in the air in the early morning, the big osmanthus tree swaying in the wind, the cry floating in the mountains, the back of the dawn that has not opened and gone away, that moment, that scene, that silent parting has long been engraved in the depths of Xiao Yang Yi's heart, indelible, even if time is like a wheel rolling over, it still can't erase that sad morning, the real reason behind that weirdness.

It's just that in the days to come, no matter how Xiao Yang looked for an opportunity, Yang Shuting never left that notebook behind, always in her hand or within her sight, until Yang Shuting returned to school again, Xiao Yang never touched that notebook again.

The poison of the bees came and went quickly, and within a few days, Xiao Yang Yi's face had become swollen and returned to its usual appearance.

"Brother Yang Yi, how are you?" Zhang Jing asked with a runny nose and a round little head leaning in front of Xiao Yang Yi.

"Well, it's okay already. Xiao Yang also replied happily.

"Brother Yang Yi, next time I won't ask you to poke the hornet's nest again. Zhang Jing, who was still dancing happily, suddenly choked up and said.

"It's all because I'm not good for you to be stung by bees. ”

"It's okay, haven't I recovered yet? Silly boy, don't cry. Xiao Yang also held Zhang Jing's head in his arms, and comforted Zhang Jing in an adult's tone, don't you know that she is also a child.

Many times, in people's understanding, maturity is linked to age, maturity means that a person has said goodbye to childhood, don't you know that maturity also has another side, for example, in front of Zhang Jing, Xiao Yang also showed maturity.

"Brother Yang Yi, why don't we go pick vegetables for my grandmother?" Zhang Jing said to Xiao Yang Yi, maybe it was because of the loaches in the field and the hornet's nest in the bamboo forest that were stung, these two things left a little shadow on Zhang Jing, and he no longer dared to make random ideas about his Yang Yige.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the figure of the rickety old man in the vegetable garden was stretched for a long time, perhaps because he had bent over for too long, and the old man tried to stand up and keep upright, but the traces left by the years on the old man could not be erased.

"Grandma, grandma, Zhang Jing and I are here to pick vegetables for you. Xiao Yang waved his hands and shouted at the old man from a long distance.

When the old man heard this, he turned his head sideways, and saw two children running towards him, and the wrinkles on his face faded with the old man's smile in an instant.

"Slow down, slow down, don't fall. The old man looked at the two running figures and called out with a little worry.

"Grandma, the sun is about to go down, why don't you go back?"

"Hehe, grandma finished processing the grass and went back. ”

"Grandma, shall we eat this dish at night?"

"yes, don't you like to eat?"

"I like to eat, and I like to eat the dishes made by my grandmother. Xiao Yang Yi said with a dance, Zhang Jing heard Xiao Yang Yi's words, and nodded his little head heavily in agreement.

Although the two children are small, they are quite quick with their hands and feet, and after a while, they will help their grandmother finish the rest of the work in the vegetable garden.

On the bank of the small river, one old and two young, one rickety and two jumping, one with a loving face and two with the childhood Tong Yao, gradually disappeared under the "gaze" of the river breeze, and the night quietly covered any corner of the small mountain village at this moment.

In a brightly lit attic, an old man holds a freshly cooked rice noodle covered with green vegetables, and the aroma of the food has already overflowed, which makes people appetite and stimulate people's taste buds instantly.

"Come, try the rice noodles that Grandma made for you. The old man brought a large bowl of rice noodles to the two children who had been waiting for him for a long time, and said with a smile.

"Wow, it smells so good. Xiao Yang also looked at a big bowl of rice noodles and said with a drooling voice.

Zhang Jing couldn't wait to taste it, his face was full of enjoyment, even if his mouth was full of rice noodles, he still said inarticulately:

"My grandmother's rice noodles are better than my mother's. ”

The old man touched Zhang Jing's little head dotingly, and said with a smile: "This kid, if you say this, you are not afraid that your mother will whip your ass with a bamboo stick?"

"I'm not afraid, the teacher told us that children can't panic. Zhang Jing replied ghostly.

At this moment, Xiao Yang can also ignore it at all, Zhang Jing's conversation with his grandmother, completely alone there to eat, a large bowl of rice noodles is fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ah, grandma, Brother Yang Yi has eaten all the rice noodles, and I haven't eaten them yet. When Zhang Jing reacted, he could only scream.

Grandma laughed when she heard Zhang Jing's words.

"It's okay, it's okay, grandma will go and give it to you again. Zhang Jing was relieved when he heard his grandmother's words.

Zhang Jing also blamed his own Yang Yige, how could he eat secretly.

After Xiao Yang was full, he wiped his mouth with a satisfied look and said: "Don't worry, I know that my grandmother makes a lot of rice noodles, but my aunt and aunt can't eat them all now, mainly because the rice noodles made by my grandmother are too delicious, so I didn't hold back and ate them first." ”

Zhang Jing heard Xiao Yangyi's explanation, and his resentful eyes slowly dispersed.

Grandma saw that Xiao Yang was full, so she asked Xiao Yang to go to the house next door to call his grandfather, who likes to play cards, to come back and eat, and Xiao Yang also disappeared into the night as soon as he slipped away.

After a while, Xiao Yang Yi's figure reappeared in front of his grandmother.

"Grandpa said he doesn't eat now, he wants to play cards. ”

"This dead old man plays cards every day, and he doesn't have to eat. Grandma habitually laughed and scolded grandpa.

This scene has long been accustomed to Xiao Yang and Zhang Jing, knowing that their grandfather not only likes to play cards, but also plays until midnight.

Even, after my grandfather finished playing cards, when he returned home, he had to cook some food, drink some wine, sigh that he was not comfortable, sigh at the heroism of killing the enemy that day, and raise a glass to those comrades who have died.

It was only when he grew up that he understood why his grandfather would raise his glass above his head at night and say something to the air that he didn't understand at the time.

Even sometimes, Xiao Yang gets up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, and when he sees his grandfather eating and drinking alone, Xiao Yang will also go up to satisfy his hunger.

In my grandfather's attic, there was a small box that was tightly wrapped, all black and rustic.

Once, Xiao Yang and Zhang Jing sneaked into their grandfather's room and took out the black box, and opened it, only to see that it was a medal only available in TV dramas and anti-Japanese war films, and there was a certificate in the box, which said that it was a veteran of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea.

It seems that this medallion lying in a quiet black box bears witness to the glorious years of this old man with a candle, that is, this old man is still a young man, full of youth and vitality, but he bravely kills the enemy on the battlefield.

Or it is very tragic, or it is very tragic, or it is very persistent, that cup of worship to the sky or the memory of those martyrs who died.

It may be the banner hunting, the war drums and thunder, the army of tigers and wolves, the soldiers are pointed, invincible, invincible, invincible, fighting against the water, putting it to death and then reborn, and the magnificent scene of the blood-stained sunset.