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If it's windy, maybe it's a little better.

At least, the picture seen by Chen Yang and the others will be a little better.

But there was no wind in this hot and dry afternoon, only the scorching sun was like a sharp and dense sword interspersed in this small mountain village, as if vowing to poke a hole in the earth.

Lu Wenen's mother, Grandma Lu, who used to sell mountain pepper, was carrying a bundle of firewood larger than her in her bony little body, and was walking down the intersection with difficulty.

There was no wind, but her wide, shabby clothes still swayed as her body moved.

As a result, the body, which was so thin that it was almost boneless, would vaguely outline the shape with the shaking of the clothes.

She was probably half the size of the bundle of firewood on her shoulder.

Or not.

God knows what kind of determination and ruthlessness she had to carry such a large bundle of firewood back from the mountain.

I guess I was carrying it back from the mountains. Chen Yang didn't know.

But Lu Wenen knew it very well.

There is no firewood at home, if it wasn't cut in the mountains, where would my mother get such a big bundle of firewood?

He hurried forward to take the firewood from his mother's shoulder.

As a result, Grandma Lu turned around slightly and drew a half circle with the firewood on her shoulder to prevent Lu Wenen from approaching.

She said in a shrill voice, "Don't move, there are only two steps left." ”

Lu Wenen didn't move.

He stood at the intersection in a daze, looking at his mother's rickety back and approaching Chen Yang.

......

Perhaps, at this moment, it is time for him to grow up.

He's in his forties.

Grandma Lu walked to the gate of Chen Yang's house, bent forward 90 degrees, and stood a large bundle of firewood on her shoulders on the concrete floor.

After making sure that the firewood was already stable, she straightened up, held the firewood with one hand, brushed away the pale and messy hair on her forehead with the other, and wiped her dirty old face with the palm of her hand.

She looked at Chen Yang with some embarrassment and asked, "Xiaoyang, do you think my bundle of firewood can be sold?" I know that you are going to buy it to boil peanuts, so I don't dare to pick too small branches, I cut all the branches with such a thick wrist for you, do you think you can do it?"

There is flattery in the tone, and there is caution.

She had humbled herself to the dust.

Chen Yang nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, of course, this kind of firewood you chopped is best burned." ”

Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he still walked to Grandma Lu with a smile on his face, and took the firewood from her hand and lifted it.

He was very happy and said: "Oh my God, Grandma Lu, you are so old, you can still carry such a heavy firewood, your body is too tough." ”

Chen Yang's praise, the original flattering smile on Grandma Lu's face was gone, replaced by a natural smile although she was old.

She smiled and said, "Hehe, it's average, I don't dare not be tough." If you want to take this firewood, I was worried that you would dislike the firewood I cut was not good enough. ”

"No, no, no, your firewood is so good, you see, it's all big, straight wood, and it must burn strongly. ”

Listening to Chen Yang's frank and direct praise, Grandma Lu's eyes narrowed into a line.

Chen Yang said to Lu Wenen, who was walking back slowly: "Uncle Lu, come and help, let's see how many catties this bundle of firewood has." ”

Lu Wenen sighed, hurriedly quickened his pace and walked back, and followed Chen Yang to hang the firewood on the scale hook with hemp rope.

Chen Yang slowly fiddled with the string on the weighing rod, and while fiddling, he said in his mouth: "Thirty-five catties, here are forty catties, huh? Forty-five, fifty! Fifty catties?"

"Huh, fifty pounds?" Grandma Lu stared at the raised scale pole in surprise, and said with a look of disbelief, "Is it so heavy?"

"Of course there is, you see, it's clearly marked on it, fifty pounds. Chen Yang pointed to the dots on the scale pole and asked her to see.

But Grandma Lu didn't know the scales, so she could only look at her son with a confused face.

Lu Wenen was also very incredulous, and hurriedly stretched his neck, starting from the first small black dot of the scale rod and counting until the point where the string was pressed.

"It's fifty pounds. He frowned and laughed a few times, very heartily.

But when he saw the furrow on his mother's face, he immediately frowned, and said with some displeasure: "How many times have I told you, let you not go into the mountains to chop wood, you have to listen, you still cut so much." Fifty pounds, I'm afraid your waist is not bent enough, isn't it?"

After putting down the firewood, Lu Wenen began to reproach his mother for not caring for his body.

Although the tone is a little complaining, it is also out of a love for the mother. Because I was afraid that the old mother would be exhausted, I couldn't help but say this.

Grandma Lu didn't take his words to heart, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

She said: "Wenen, Wenen, you don't want to think about it, if I don't go into the mountains to cut wood, then in winter, what will we burn?"

Don't be funny, electricity is so expensive, you can't afford it.

Don't be funny, they don't even have a gas tank or gas stove.

Lu Wenen frowned and continued to complain: "You always say that, don't I often go into the mountains to cut firewood? Even if you don't cut wood, it won't be cold for you in winter." ”

"It's cold, but it's not cold to me. Grandma Lu said in a flat tone, "But Wen'en, it's almost autumn now, and winter is not far away."

When winter comes, don't you and your friends all have to eat dog meat at our house every once in a while? You kill a dog, and the dog meat is not a few catties, but you have to boil water to scald the hair, boil water to clean, boil the fire to cook, boil water to cook, and finally boil water to wash the dishes.

Once it came down, a bundle of firewood was gone all at once. Where do we have firewood in our house now, if I don't go into the mountains to cut more firewood, what will you burn then?"

There was no reproach in her words, just asked her son very calmly.

It's like a gentle mother who gently asks her young child if she has eaten, has she eaten enough, has she taken a bath, and is she sleepy?

Although the tone was flat, the gaze and rickety figure that looked down at the ground couldn't hide her helplessness and sadness.

Her days are so hard!

is so bitter that she has no confidence to educate her son, so she can only let him grow up and grow old on his own, just like letting a tree sway in the wind and rain on its own.

It's not that she doesn't feel distressed, but she has lost her distress and sentimentality.

She just wanted to use the last of her strength to do something for her two sons.

Even if it's an extra bundle of firewood, it's fine.

After all, autumn is coming, and winter will follow.

But what about spring? It seemed like a long, long time ago, she never saw spring again.

Lu Wenen hung his head and did not speak.