Chapter 2: Back to the Past

"Wake up, big grandson, wake up, wake up, see what grandma has made for you, get up, eat and go to sleep!"

Zhang He, who had no intention of distinguishing this clear call, whether it was from illusion or memory, suddenly felt that his body was picked up by a pair of warm arms, so he immediately opened his eyes as if he had woken up in a dream, looked at the old man in front of him with a rich figure and a kind face, and casually called: "Grandma."

"You stinky boy. It's almost scared grandma to death. Do you know how many days you've been burning? It's been three days! Does your head still hurt? Are you hungry? Grandma has made you egg custard? Come, put on your clothes first. Look, my eldest grandson has been burned thin. The old lady saw that Zhang He had finally woken up, so she began to dress him while chattering, but Zhang He didn't speak like a marionette, and still slowly swept his eyes around as if he was drunk.

"I'll go!" Although it only took a few seconds, Zhang He had confirmed that he was indeed in his childhood home from this bungalow of less than 15 square meters, surrounded by clouds and mist, a large two-door wardrobe with a mirror embedded in the east wall, two sets of single clay sofas next to the door of the inner room, and a wooden square table with drawers and an iron washstand in the southwest corner crowded next to the door of the south wall, as well as the high and low cabinets attached to the west wall and the wooden double bed on which he was sitting, confirming that he was indeed in his childhood home, but he couldn't believe what he was looking at at anything. So he returned his gaze to the old man's face, and at the same time raised his right hand tremblingly, and gently touched the old man's face.

"Oh my God! Did I really cross over? Could it be that the white light is a space-time tunnel? That's supposed to be thunder, am I dead? I'm looking back on my life right now? No, no? I had a fever for three days? Why don't I remember that I had a fever for three days when I was a child? No. I'm known for having a good memory. Could it be that what I experienced when I was a child was just a dream I had when I was in a daze? It shouldn't be! It's a real dream. What the hell? Damn, I can still speak English. It's definitely not a dream! That's it, that's it. I really crossed over!" The temperature transmitted back by his fingertips suddenly made Zhang He's heart feel like a river and a sea, but it also made him gradually sober up. So I saw that he immediately raised his other hand again, and began to touch and rub his grandmother's face indiscriminately, and his eyes unconsciously turned red.

"What are you doing? Stupid burning? Fooling around! Hmph! You're a stinky boy! Okay, let's go to the ground! Go pee, brush your teeth, wash your face, and eat the egg custard while it's hot. The old lady smiled and pulled Zhang He's hand away, and gently grunted his head. Then he got up and came to the square table at the door of the house, opened the lid of the pot and took out a steaming bowl from the steamer on the table, and carried the spice jar placed on the windowsill, and put a few drops of sesame oil and a pinch of salt into the bowl.

But Zhang He didn't seem to have fully recovered his senses, and still sat motionless on the bed staring at his grandmother. It wasn't until he saw that his grandmother had helped him wash his face again, prepared his teething utensils, and looked back at him, that he seemed to have been holding back for a long time, his eyes were red, and his voice was a little hoarse and asked in a whisper, "Where is my mother?"

"Your mother and grandfather are both at work, and they have taken two days off for you, and it will be in vain to take another month off. Come on, grandma is ready for you!" the old lady held up the toothbrush jar and motioned for Zhang He to hurry down to the ground, not noticing the tears that had flashed in Zhang He's eyes.

"My mom and my grandpa both went to work. That means I'll be able to see them tonight. Damn, you're too good, let me live again!" got his grandmother's affirmative answer, and Zhang He was immediately excited. I saw that he immediately threw out a Peking Opera singing voice of "De Ling" from his mouth, and flew off the ground with a "Teng". Then he ran to Grandma's side with a smile, naughtily arched Grandma's leg with his little buttocks, and reached out to get the toothbrush jar in Grandma's hand.

"Hey, go pee! You didn't pee!" the old lady held the toothbrush tank high, frowning to remind Zhang He of the procedures he should follow after getting up.

"Okay!" Zhang He happily agreed, turned around and was about to run out of the house.

"Hey, why are you going?"

"Go to the bathroom!"

"Why go to the bathroom!"

"Go to the toilet to pee!" Zhang He, who was stunned by his grandmother, pulled the doorknob and looked at his grandmother in surprise on the spot.

"Isn't the urinal in that (nei) room?what's wrong with you kid?" the old lady frowned and led Zhang He to look at the back room with her eyes.

"Oh yes! I'm a kid now. Hee-hee!" Zhang He, who suddenly realized, stuck out his tongue at his grandmother with a hippie smile, and turned around and walked into the back room. Then he also peed, and turned his head back and forth to "inspect" it, which was connected to the main room of the north room, and outside the south window was the kitchen, and there was no other hut in the room except for a double bed that occupied most of the room and a set of old-fashioned bedside tables placed in the southeast corner. And subconsciously asked outside the house: "I still live in a big house with my grandfather, you and my aunt live in this hut, my mother and my father also live across the road, right?"

"What's wrong with you now? What are you talking about? Where should you live, where should you live! You won't be really stupid, will you? Come, let grandma suffer. The old lady, who felt more and more that her grandson was abnormal, hurriedly walked into the back room, squatted down, and hit Zhang He's head with her head.

"Grandma, I'm fine!" Zhang He shook his head and said coquettishly against his grandmother's head.

"You stinky boy, are you sleeping, are you still dreaming, it's scary to wake up in the morning!" asked the old lady as she stared at Zhang He's eyes, snorting his hair.

"Grandma, I'm really fine!" Zhang He replied with a smirk and looking into his grandmother's eyes.

"Are you all right? The old lady slapped Zhang He's buttocks with half anger and half laughter, and then picked up the urinal on the ground and turned around and walked out of the door. Zhang He twisted his body and ran to the washstand in the big house and began to wash. Then I heard him brushing his teeth and humming a popular song of unknown era: "I laugh proudly, I smile proudly, smile at the world~"

"Hey, what are you rubbing this kid on? Why don't you eat it? It's too cool?" The old lady re-entered the house with the cleaned urinal, but found that although Zhang He was already sitting on the high stool on the west side of the square table, the egg custard in the bowl did not move a spoonful. Therefore, he immediately became a little impatient, frowned at him, and blamed him.

"I'm waiting for you, won't you eat?" Zhang He replied with a smile still on his face.

"Wait for me, hehe, grandma has eaten, you can eat it quickly." When the old lady heard that her grandson was waiting for her, she immediately smiled. Then he put the urinal in his hand back under the bed in the back room, walked back behind Zhang He with a smile, stood next to the washstand and twisted his head while washing his hands and asked him gently: "You're all right, then grandma will go to work in a while!

“OK。 Zhang He replied cheerfully while driving the egg custard.

"What?" the old lady asked at a moment's notice.

"I said no problem. Zhang He, who knew that he was speechless, quickly turned his head and smiled at his grandmother.

"Hey, why are you so happy today? aren't you aggrieved, aren't you going to work with me?" said the old lady as she picked up the towel on the rack and wiped her hands.

"Ah" Zhang He hesitated for a moment, and then replied with a smile: "I've grown up!"

"The stinky boy has had a fever for a few days and has changed his muscles and bones, he is sensible! That grandma has really gone to work! If you are sleepy, go to bed and sleep for a while, remember to cover the quilt and plug in the door. If you are not sleepy, you can play in the house for a while, and then go to the yard to play when it is warm at noon, don't water the flowers, don't run around, and you must not be discharged. Remember?" the old lady instructed Zhang He, turning to him and looking up at the table clock placed on the high and low cabinets.

"Remember! Make sure you don't get out of the hospital, make sure you plug in the door at home. Zhang He assured his grandmother while stuffing egg custard into his mouth.

"Then I'm really leaving!" said the old lady again tentatively.

"Goodbye, grandma. Zhang He smiled and raised the spoon and waved it at his grandmother.

"Then I'm leaving, remember not to be discharged. Grandma came back at noon. With that, the old lady picked up her bag on the stool at the door, turned and walked out of the room.

Seeing that his grandmother finally walked out of the courtyard, Zhang He immediately threw down the spoon in his hand with a "snap", then got up and flew to the bed in the big house, buried his face in the soft and thick futon, and rubbed it vigorously and sniffed it. Then, like a frog walking upside down, he lay on the bed and pushed himself off the ground little by little with both hands, and then stood up again, like a mentally ill person, and began to laugh and walk back and forth between the two rooms, opening all the drawers and cabinet doors in the room, until the room was filled with the familiar and intimate smell of him, and then he suddenly quieted down, walked to the high and low cabinets of the big room, stood on tiptoe and tapped the keys on the black toy piano next to the table clock with his fingers, and then got under the table and pulled the head of the red and white striped tumbler doll a few times。

After tossing and turning like this for a while, Zhang He moved his attention to the window, and then ran out of the house in a hurry, and touched the fig tree planted by his grandfather himself at the gate of the courtyard in the courtyard, counted the heavy fruits on the pomegranate tree at the north end of the east wing, twisted the faucet at the door of the west wing, and pinched the pots of flowers carefully cultivated by his grandmother under the window of his house. Then, satisfied, he sat down on the steps in front of his house and looked up at the sky. At this moment, he only feels that the sky is so blue, the clouds are so clean, and the wind is so light!

Poetry: Fleeting changes,

One thought, two heavens.

Don't ask about good or bad,

The heart is already a teenager.