Zong Ze and his grandmother returned to the hut and had a hasty dinner, the two of them sat silently on the edge of the bed, the bed made of earth was sparsely scattered with insect eyes, and there were mud crumbs falling down, and the bed was covered with a layer of fence, covered with a layer of grass, covered with a sheet made of discarded cloth. A thin quilt is even more lonely.

The moonlight shines lightly into the house, the outside is bright, the fragrance of osmanthus wafts in the wind, hovers in the house for a long time, the big room comes from the cheerful cry of the big pair and the small pair, it seems that it is the Mid-Autumn Festival of the year again, the autumn mood is gradually rising, the jackdaw is noisy, and the cold autumn frost makes the thatched house prematurely soaked in coolness. The white moon roost in the atrium, and the cold dew is silent and wet osmanthus.

In a corner of the big room, my aunt is cutting a watermelon, crisp and dripping; the bright red melon is tempting, the big and small pairs are excited around the table, for such an ordinary family, it is rare to eat watermelon once a year, and the joy is beyond words. A small watermelon was cut into eight pieces, and the two children devoured four pieces, and after eating, they looked at the other four pieces with a blank eye, and their aunt gave them two more pieces, and the two children began to become cautious and chew slowly. Then give a piece to the uncle, the uncle looked at the watermelon blankly, the aunt saw a little angry, an ancient brain dialed the watermelon to the big and small doubles, the uncle wanted to speak, his lips moved a few times and finally swallowed back, he reluctantly walked into the room, his heart was heavy as if it was filled with lead, and he wanted to cry without tears.

The night gradually became deeper, except for a little wind and frightened birdsong in the mountains, almost all silent, grandma and Zong Ze had fallen asleep at this time, suddenly sounded a sharp cry, hysterical, grandma opened her eyes in disbelief, was in a trance, the door of the small hut was knocked on the bang, grandma hurriedly got up to open the door, the uncle and aunt outside the door were dragging a cart, the big and small double were lying on the cart and covering their stomachs, the pain seemed to be collapsed. When the uncle saw his grandmother open the door, he said anxiously, "The two children were dipped in some oil and water last night, and ate some watermelon, and their stomachs hurt so much, they vomited and diarrhea, so I will go to the health center, and you can take care of them at home."

Grandma covered the door of the hut, staggered into the tile house, the house was quiet, the faint fire of the foreign oil lamp flickered to illuminate the ancient wooden lattice window, a layer of oil paper on the window has faded, the old woman touched the mottled doors and windows with trembling hands, muddy tears swirled in the eyes, flicked her fingers, more than 30 years are like a dream, the wife drove the crane to the west to throw herself in the lonely world, the vicissitudes of the years have made themselves insensitive, even if they live reluctantly, they are exhausted, how can this life be so difficult, the old woman sat on the ground weakly, sobbing silently。 She wanted to die every moment, and even she envied her wife who was completely relieved, and she slept peacefully and even if she took a breath and closed her eyes for a while, she felt very luxurious. She knew that she was over as soon as she slackened, that her life was not her own.

The light of dawn began to shine on the earth again, and the countryside that had been silent all night became active again, Zong Ze got up from the bed and disappeared from his grandmother, and he was suspicious in his heart. Squeak, grandma walked in, with a porcelain bowl in her hand, there was red and white in the porcelain bowl, grandma put it on the table, took out a paper bag from a wooden box, peeled off the paper bag and had some fragments of sugar in it, grandma shook the sugar into the bowl, stirred evenly with chopsticks for a while, and handed the bowl to Zong Ze, this is a small bowl of watermelon, scraped from the remaining melon skin, red and white, reluctantly made up a porcelain bowl. In my memory, there was a fruit called watermelon, and the long-lost taste appeared in front of me in surprise, Zong Ze carefully took a bite and then pushed it to his grandmother, who couldn't help it, and the two of them looked at each other after eating, and their faces were filled with rare joy.

In the evening, the uncle and his wife came back happily with the big pair and the small pair, followed by two fashionably dressed men and women, as if they were from the city, the two kept searching around, their eyes wandered, and the aunt welcomed the two into the house and glanced at the uncle. The uncle gritted his teeth and seemed to have made up his mind, and he walked towards his grandmother. Aunt saw that the uncle broke away from the grandmother and stood up and went straight to the small hut, Zong Ze was standing by the door frame in a daze, wanting to see the big and small shuang, but a little timid and hesitant, at this time Aunt Hou ran over, Zong Ze was a little scared and moved back, the aunt stepped forward and touched his head lovingly and said softly, 'You feel sorry for grandma', Zong Ze said 'um', aunt sighed and said earnestly; Grandma is old, she can't do it anymore, and your uncle's family is too poor to support you, but your aunt found a good family for you last night, the man is a doctor and the woman is a teacher, the county is a county, and the family is good enough to lack a child, I think they like children very much, and after you can't keep it, your grandmother and aunt will follow your light and enjoy it, and your aunt will be the master and give you to others, do you think it is', Zong Ze was stunned there and didn't know what to do, he looked around a little helplessly, and the couple walked over. Child, Auntie has no children, you will be Auntie's child in the future, Auntie will let you eat and wear new clothes, and you will have the money to go to school and grow up to be a cadre in the future, and you will be filial to your grandmother in the future, go with Auntie, or your grandmother will be so bitter', the woman gently took Zong Ze's hand and walked out of the mountain.

Uncle snorted for a long time, grandma heard his confusion, and was about to turn around and leave, uncle hurriedly stopped her, and said in a loud voice, "Mom, we gave Xiao Ze away, you are so old, let him go", grandma was stunned and hurriedly ran to the front door, and the uncle grabbed her; "Mom, are you crazy, there is food and clothing in the city, it is better than following our family to suffer", ' You son of a, he is your own nephew, he said that he would give it away, what kind of heart do you have', grandma shook off her uncle's hand and rushed straight into the house, and ran from the tiled house to the thatched hut, and the uncle followed, plopping, kneeling down and hugging grandma's leg and yelled loudly, "Mom, are you crazy, what kind of life are our sisters and brothers, we haven't eaten a full meal since we were children, and we are hungry, do you still want Zong Ze to continue to pay for that taste?" In fact, keeping Zong Ze will hurt him, we can fly out of the phoenix in the poor ravine, we can't eat enough, let alone study, the tuition fees of the primary school in the last few days have already made the power to eat milk, the carp jumped the dragon gate, and I have to think about it, you just let go of your grandson'.

The sky was foggy, the air was drifting with thin rain, the mountain road was a little slippery, and my grandmother was running on the rugged mountain road, she wanted to see her grandson, as long as she climbed the highest mountain bridge, she did not dare to take a breath for fear of losing this last chance to take a look.

The cold wind swirled in the mountains, buzzing echoes like weeping, the dark ghost gradually approached, a sitting mountain fish penetrated, the deep body became more and more blurred, grandma looked at the sky blankly, the bright rain soaked the desolate white hair, her tears mixed with the rain sprinkled on the road.

After her incomparably arduous struggle, she finally climbed the high mountain bridge, looking at the four wildernesses, and the winding mountain roads were like silk, diverging and distributed. Sporadic individual pedestrians, small and unrecognizable, grandma rubbed her eyes vigorously and her vision was even more blurred, she sat on a stone in despair, tears burst out of her eyes again, my hard-working daughter, my mother is old, useless, I can no longer see Ozawa grow up, grandma chattered, the more she talked, the more sad she became, suddenly a violent cough, convulsions could not stop, she was like a fish out of water, her open mouth searched for air, wisps of blood burst out of the corners of her mouth, grandma closed her eyes gloomily, let the rain rag, the wind in her ears was roaring, and the echo of the valley was sad and sad。

A song of suona was subdued and frustrated, and in the cold evening, a group of teams in white clothes and filial clothes looked dazed and helpless. The autumn wind swept away the leaves, began to half-bald hills, cowardly like a clown, the yellow leaves on the ground perverted rolling, and finally came a terrible cry; relatives, please open your eyes to see this vast world, you have nothing to leave and do not take away a cloud, all your thoughts and expectations have become a cup of loess, and endless sorrow and resentment have remained in the world, your death, after all, is the bitter who, and listen to the next decomposition, Wang Xiang's work pen name recalls the red leaves, hug Pu Zhi to thank you for your support.