It's another year, and this time Zijun went back with his third aunt Zhou Xiaohua, Zipei, and Zilan. Immigrated to build a town, and most of the people lived in the city, and Zhou Xiaohua's mother and daughter were picked up by Chen Zhixiao as soon as they arrived at the county station.

Zijun was in a hurry to go home and got on the township bus home. The road was full of potholes, Zijun was a little dizzy, and opened the window to look outside. The bare branches towered in the gray canopy, and the mud-yellow houses soaked in the dust gradually shook in front of them, desolate and dilapidated.

Zijun got out of the car at the bridge, pulled the box and turned inside. With the exception of a few new buildings, which were built two years earlier, the bungalows were almost all demolished to a pile of bricks and rubble. She remembered that she had to say hello to the villagers after taking two steps to say hello to the villagers before the Chinese New Year last year, and she was so enthusiastic that she wanted to shed tears. But now after walking more than a mile, I met three or two people. Looking at his house standing there lonely from afar, it was so cold that I wanted to cry.

The green fence in the yard has drowned because it has been soaked in water for a long time, and the gray dead branches are still playing a role in protecting the yard, and the fence door is ajar, and Zijun pulls the box into the yard.

"Zhili, the house has to be built next year, and there are cracks in this wall, and I don't know when it will collapse. Mother's voice came from inside the house, did the house be dilapidated like this? Zijun raised his eyes and saw that there was a big crack in the big wall of the hall.

"Press it, I want to save some money to let Junjun continue to go to school. Dad's words made Zijun finally shed tears that he had endured for a long time because of the coldness.

"What's the use of girls reading so many books, I'm not in the first grade of primary school, and it's not my whole life. Mom clearly disagreed with Dad's words. The door was open, and Mom and Dad were sitting in the room cooking the fire, not noticing her arrival.

"What do you know, if you don't have culture, you will be poor for a lifetime. "Dad raised his voice, he suffered a loss, if he could read more, it would definitely not be the way it is now. His wife Wang Lanfang didn't understand those big truths because she didn't read many books. People are good, hardworking and willing to work, but they are always short-sighted. Isn't that the difference between reading and not reading?

"I don't know, I just know that if the house collapses, I don't know if I die in it one day. Mom started crying, and Dad stopped talking.

Zijun stood quietly for a while, wiped away his tears, smiled, and shouted happily: "Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

Chen Zhili and his wife hurriedly looked up and saw their daughter standing there, concentrating on her words just now, they didn't know when their daughter came back, and they didn't know if she heard what she said just now.

"Junjun is back, come and bake the fire. Dad hurriedly pulled Zijun to the house, Dad's warm big hand instantly surrounded her cold little hand, rough but warm, Zijun sat down obediently. Mom wiped her eyes, and hurriedly got up and went to the kitchen, "Junjun, Mom will cook poached eggs for you to eat." ”

"Dad, what about my brother and sister?" Zijun looked back and forth, but he didn't see the shadow of the two of them, they should be at home, and the students were on vacation earlier than them.

"Your brother, I brought some gadgets from their school, and I take your sister to the county to set up a stall every day. I won't be back until dinner. When he mentioned his children, he was full of smiles, although life has not been easy, but fortunately, these children are sensible.

"Then I'll go with them tomorrow. ”

"As soon as you come back, just rest for a few more days. Mom brought a bowl of steaming poached eggs. "Junjun eat quickly. ”

"Well, thank you, Mom. "I put brown sugar and a lot of pepper, and after eating a bowl of eggs, Zijun's forehead had a thin layer of sweat, and there was a hot brazier under the table, but the cold was gone. No matter how cold it is outside, the home is still warm.

Zi'an and Zimei didn't come back until dinner time, their parents were cooking in the kitchen, and Zijun was strictly forbidden to help, so they had to sit in the room and continue to bake the fire. Seeing Zijun come back, both of them were very excited, they used to be always in one place, but now they only see each other once a year, and that longing has accumulated thickly.

"Brother, the house is going to be repaired. ”

"Well, have you gone to the third uncle's house?"

"Not yet, the third aunt asked me to go, I was anxious to go home, so I said I would go back in two days. ”

"Sister, haven't you seen it, the third uncle's house is beautifully repaired, and the toilets are all repaired in the house. The second aunt was envious, and she also shouted to repair to the city. I heard that Sister Zifang found a rich boyfriend, but she can make her second aunt squeezed. Zimei is very excited about the new house of the third uncle's family, the most afraid of living in the countryside is getting up at night, the toilet is built outside, there is a big manure tank to store fertilizer, and there are a lot of maggots crawling out in summer. It's disgusting to think about it now, and I used to experience it every day. Some people do a little better, build the manure tank a little bigger, paste it with cement on one side, and cover it with a wooden board on the outside, which is slightly better, but no matter how clean the toilet is, it still smells. So for the new toilets in the city, it is very desirable. The third uncle's family is in a good time, but the house that the second uncle's family has only been repairing for less than two years has been soaked by floods, how distressing it must be. Didn't you just repair the house, and you have to repair it to the city, how can you have so much money? Thinking that Sister Zifang didn't go home for the New Year this year, and she was still following Zhou Ming in such an unknown way, Zijun couldn't help but sigh.

"Our family still can't afford to repair it, and there is no money in the field this year, so my school tuition is still paid in advance by my third grandfather. The government's subsidy, after deducting the money owed to the village before, is gone. Zi'an analyzed.

"Brother, sister, don't you know, when the water rises this year, we can sail on the roof. "It's really unsafe to have the whole house soaked in water for so long.

"I can't fix it, and I can't wait. Zi'an said.

"Yes, I've seen it all, it's cracked in several places, it's too dangerous for Mom and Dad to live at home. "Zijun's salary is still in the card, my brother basically relies on himself except for tuition, and my sister doesn't have to spend much to study, I thought that this money would be used as my brother's tuition next year, and it seems that I will continue to borrow from the third grandfather's house, but it's just a few thousand yuan, what can I do?

"How much did the third uncle's family spend to repair the house?"

"Tens of thousands, their family's conditions are better now. Zi'an sighed, once upon a time, the third uncle, who was in the worst condition, now lives in the most spacious and comfortable house.

"How much does it cost to build a bungalow?" Zijun asked.

Zi'an didn't know, and he didn't have time to talk about this issue at this time, so his parents were urging his brothers and sisters to eat. It's just that this question is left in the minds of the three siblings.

The Spring Festival is as usual, in the end, the third uncle's family has come back, and a new house has been built, but it is much more lively than last year, and the second grandfather is also rare to be kind to their family. As soon as the second uncle met her, he was asking Sister Zifang why she didn't come back, and she just sent her over with a few vague words.

Zhou Can, she thought of it a few times, but when she thought of the correspondence that was getting longer and longer, it seemed to indicate that they were getting farther and farther away, she didn't have the courage to go to him, there was a kind of inferiority complex that deeply entangled her, and they all said that in the rainy season at the age of seventeen, wouldn't she be surrounded by this rain this year?