"Son, don't you get tired from the car, come into the house" My mother looked at me with a happy face.

"Not tired" I followed my mother into the shack, only to see a four-meter-long chase shop (that is, a clay kang built of bricks and mud, in the past, poor people went out to stay, just sleep on this kind of kang, can put more than a dozen people at a time) appeared in front of my eyes.

There was nothing in it except for a quilt roll on the bed.

"This is where our family hired people to live when the farm was busy, and in the autumn we have to live here and watch the grain until we go home after the food is purchased" Dad rolled up a leaf cigarette and took a puff, the spicy smoke made my throat a little uncomfortable.

"It's summer when the grain is not ripe, you don't have to look at the ground all night, your father and I have rented a house in the village to live, the landlord is good, and the rent is only three hundred yuan a year," my mother sat on the bunk and chattered.

"Do you still need to watch the grain when it's ripe?" I looked at my mother quite strangely.

"Of course you have to look at it, the buds planted last year in the land opposite us, the ground with seven or eight rings, overnight people used a combine harvester to harvest away, now people are too bold, dare to do anything, see that no one is watching in your field, get a harvester in, you have nothing left overnight" Mom's face was full of sighs and worries.

"There are also such thieves," I heard my mother say, and I also have a long experience.

"Who doesn't have anyone in this society! How many more eyes will you have to grow when you enter the society in the future!" Mom's face was slightly exaggerated.

"You and the children stay here, I'll go to the field and get the rest of the fat, and then we'll go home and cook," the father was about to walk out with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Dad, I'll go with you" I stood up and was about to go out with Dad.

"No, sit down! there's not much fat to be raised, and the shoes you wear can't get off the ground," Dad waved his hand to stop me from going out.

I looked at my father's feet, my father was wearing a pair of black boots, I looked at the white and clean Hongxing Erke on his feet, hesitated, and didn't insist.

After my father went out, he took down a bag of fertilizer from the grasshopper, and used the urea contained in a plastic bag of 100 catties of grain, and my mother carried a large plastic box without a seal, and followed my father into the field.

I watched as my parents' backgrounds gradually became smaller, and finally stopped in a field in the distance, where my father took the box and carried water on his back into the rice field, scattering handfuls of fertilizer into the field.

In normal times, I would think this picture is beautiful, blue sky. The golden sun, the endless green rice fields, and the hard-working farmers. But now I feel very heavy, the wind and snow only belong to those rich people, in their eyes in the fragrance of rice flowers said that the harvest year, contains how much hard sweat of farmers.

I remember reading a villain book called "Wildfire" when I was a child , is based on the famous Japanese writer Goki Kanyuki novel of the same name, Wildfire is a girl who has lived in the slums since she was a child, this girl is beautiful with a touch of wildness, her parents died, after her sister and brother were separated, Wildfire went to Tokyo alone to find the mystery of life (I was particularly obsessed with Japanese novels for a while, and now I also like to watch Japanese movies, whether it is in the book, or in film and television works, the kind of sadness and poignancy unique to the Japanese people, I am extremely fascinated, sometimes I think, why can I write such beautiful words, shoot such a beautiful picture of the people, but in the war is more terrible than the beast) 。

Wildfire met the wealthy Kuroki brother and sister, and with the support of their brother and sister, they began to visit Tokyo, Rome, Hong Kong, and be in that kind of drunken gold fan, ordinary people can't get in touch with life at all, and there is a paragraph, I can't remember the specific conversation, I can only say the approximately.

The Kurogi siblings and their friends dine with Wildfire at one of the world's top restaurants.

Kuroki asked for expensive dishes and wine, and while eating, he used his binoculars to enjoy the picture outside the restaurant window.

Kuroki said to Wildfire, "Do you know why I like to eat here?"

Wildfire was also very strange, and shook his head in confusion.

"Because here you can taste the most delicious food in the world and see the ugliest things in the world, which is a unique pleasure"

Wildfire looked out through the binoculars suspiciously, and there was a slum outside, where there were young men and women who had been sucked to death, poor people who were blackmailed by bullies, girls who had to sell themselves because of poverty, and scrawny beggars piled up in the mud, as if the sins of this world were visible under this telescope.

Wildfire was furious, and she rebuked Kuroki for being ruthless and ruthless, and in the eyes of the rich of them, the commoners were like ants, who could spend a lot of money on medical treatment for their dogs, and even had a grand funeral after death, but they were indifferent to the sick and dying children who needed medical treatment.

Society is realistic, in different positions, people's ideas will be completely different, many college students criticize corruption on the Internet, evil officials like tigers, but once they are admitted to the civil service, many people are sloppy and add to the leader, farts follow them in the past behind the scolding object for the tiger, and feel taken for granted, this is the living ass to decide the head.

Just as my thoughts were drifting, I suddenly heard a watery bark in my ears, and I looked back to see that it was the little yellow dog wagging its tail at me, I smiled and ignored it, and continued to watch my parents work in the fields.

The sun in the northern summer is scorching, standing for more than ten minutes, I felt a burning sensation on my face, turned back to the shack and habitually took out the phone to look, a buddy sent me a text message, saying that he signed up to a farm.

This brother was a good friend of mine in junior high school, he was quite gentle, a bit like a TV host, and this brother suddenly went away in his last year of college and hooked up with a few little sisters.

The most godly thing is that one day he called me and said that he hooked a widow in his forties on the Internet, and the two of them spent the night at the widow's house, and the next morning he turned over again for more than half an hour without stopping, and when he was still complacent, the widow was impatient, and lifted him away, and he felt out a huge household from the bedside, this guy realized that people disliked him and didn't feel it, and the situation made my buddy suffer a lot of physical and mental damage, and when he was about to leave, he saw a photo of the widow and his son, and the kid turned out to be a classmate of one of his dormitories。

I sent a message to congratulate me, and I felt sleepy and fell asleep on the kang. I don't know how long it took, I felt someone pressing on my body in a daze, and it seemed to be tearing my clothes, I wanted to push the person on my body away, but I was pinched by sleep, although my consciousness was awake, but I felt that my whole body was soft and I couldn't get up, I kept reminding myself to be calm, to relax, and I don't know how long it took, I felt that my body could move again, and I did it at once.

I was sweating all over my body, I was still in the stuffy shack, but the sunlight outside was not so dazzling, I took a long breath, shook my head and opened the door and walked out, there was silence outside, the sky was full of red clouds.

Mom and Dad also came back with the fat box.

"I'm done," I said as I looked at my parents, who had a layer of oily sweat stains on their faces.

"It's over, let's go, go home," the old mother threw the empty plastic bag in her hand into the car with a smile on her tired face. After untying the dog's leash, Dad carried the dog to the grasshopper.

When my father rocked the car, my mother and I also went up.

"Spit sit, spit on!" the sound sounded, puffs of black smoke came out, and the grasshopper jumped up and down the dirt road where it came, so bumpy that I almost fell out of the car, and the little yellow dog was lying on the plastic bag.

"When did you get a dog?" I asked my mother with a tight grip on the baffle of the car.

"It's not our family's house, it's the one that rents the house, and your father and I brought it down to the ground and look at something," said my mother, leaning against the baffle and patting the soil on her shirt with her gloves.

"I hired a helper," I laughed.

"How can you do something at the top, you can also call when you see strangers, we used to have that old cat in our family," the old mother glanced at Xiao Huang (temporary name), and said with some regret.

"When I got a cat, I don't know" I looked at my mother suspiciously.

"You don't ask about the family, where to know where to go, it was raised here the year before last, when it came to our house, it was a kitten, I fed it some leftovers with a plastic bottle, the cat lived in our house, and when it grew up, I went to the ground and the old cat followed me, I squatted down to work, the cat climbed on my shoulder, the most interesting thing is that when it gave birth to a kitten, meow to find me everywhere, let me rub its belly before it was born, but there is spirituality" Mom smiled.

"Yes, cats," I couldn't help but be intrigued when I heard such a fun cat.

"Dead" Mom's bright eyes turned dim and she sighed.

"How did you die?" my mood hit rock bottom.

"In winter, when I was waiting to sell food, the old cat ran to the kang hole to keep warm, but choked to death when the fire was burned," the old mother regretted.

When I heard this, I was also gloomy, what a good cat! If it was still good, my mind flew to the old cat, and I imagined that I was in the endless field, and the fat big cat had been running with me.

The road into the village is a stone road, flat, less bumpy, but the road in the village is still full of potholes and dirt roads, the air is thick with the smell of cow dung, and most of the houses in the village are dirt. There were only three or four brick and iron tile buildings, and my father drove the grasshopper around a few ways and entered an open yard.

The road in the yard is relatively smooth, with thick sunflower stalks and thatch, and the thatched hut made of mud is a pressure well in front and a kennel at the back, and there are no chickens and ducks and other common rural poultry in the yard.

I jumped out of the car and saw a large vegetable garden next to the yard, a fence made of neatly cut sunflower poles, and morning glories wrapped around it, and a vegetable garden with cistanche growing all kinds of vegetables, and a few tall poplar trees standing tall.