In Jiumao Mountain, the days are slow and the years are endless. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A small figure climbed an old persimmon tree barefoot, pulling his neck and looking far southwest.

In the depression below the trees, a wisp of white smoke curled up from a small chimney.

The little boy looked up at the small green persimmons under the leaves in the high place and counted them one by one, and when he was tired after counting for a while, he simply didn't count, and looked up at the cooking smoke.

"Ling'er, come down quickly, it's time to eat—" An old voice came from the room.

"Grandpa, where did you say the white smoke ended up? Did you run to the eldest brother's Cheongju Mansion?" the child asked, tilting his head, looking innocent and scoundrel.

"How many times has Grandpa told you that you have to eat well and grow up well, and you can only go to him when you grow up. ”

"But grandpa, I'm waiting for the snow to disappear, the grass is green, the flowers are blooming, the persimmons are bearing fruit, and Ling'er himself has grown a lot, why hasn't the eldest brother come?

The grandparents and grandchildren were in a room and on a tree, and the conversation in their throats was listened to word by word by the figure of the blue cloth shirt under the tree.

The man in Tsing Yi looked up at the child, and then saw that it was getting late behind him, so he simply didn't leave, and fell down on the big bluestone at the door to rest.

The smoke went out in the chimney, and the grandfather scooped up the rice, rubbed his hands and came out to call his grandson.

As soon as he looked up, he was stunned, and there was an extra person at the door.

Look at the tree, Xiao Lingzi hangs himself upside down and plays on the swing.

The two men looked at each other, both stunned.

Grandpa Ling'er was the first to react, he found that the other party was just an old man as old as himself, so he immediately lost his vigilance, "Lost, right, this mountain is deep and big, and people who are not familiar with it will really get lost if they break in--or don't dislike staying with me for the night, and then go early tomorrow morning-"

"Old Hei - is it really you? Although you are old, you have not changed much, you are still you-" Yun Ling shouted with a trembling voice.

The old man on the opposite side stepped back again and again, staring at the comer, and his originally kind and kind eyes were full of vigilance and precaution.

"Old man, it's me—don't you know me?"

"Old Yun, Yunling, Yunling among the two generals of Fengyun?" the black crane muttered, asked the other party, and also asked himself, his body was fixed, a white beard trembled in the wind, and suddenly tears welled up in his eyes, and suddenly he pounced.

The two old bodies hugged each other tightly.

Ling'er was shocked, and looked under the tree in surprise, what is grandpa doing? Why is there another old man?

"You're still alive—" Yun Ling raised his neck, poured a large thick bowl of fruit wine into his throat, and wiped his mouth with emotion.

The air is already thick with the aroma of home-brewed fruit wine.

"It's a pleasure that you're alive—" The black crane sobbed the crimson wine at the bottom of the bowl and laughed with tears, trembling as soon as he entered the room.

Ling'er looked at it stupidly, this pair of old people was really strange, especially the grandfather who had always been so happy with a straight face, why was he suddenly so excited, and persuaded the old man in Tsing Yi to drink bowl after bowl, seeing that the few jars of fruit wine brewed from the berries collected in the corner of the house last autumn were about to be drunk.

The drink continued, the muddy liquor dripping down each other's beards, on their chests, on their clothes, and they didn't care, they just drank face to face.

"General, how is he?" Finally, after pouring an unknown number of bowls, the black crane took the initiative to ask.

"It's not good-" Yunling shook his head, but he seemed to be reluctant to say more, holding the bowl crookedly, waving vigorously, "It's really good wine--it's done for the reunion of our two generals-don't mention him, I don't want to mention that person." ”

The black crane poured another bowl, in fact, he was already deeply drunk, and most of the bowl of wine was spilled crookedly in the collar.

He blushed with his neck, threw away the bowl in a hurry, and grabbed Yunling's sleeve, "Say, how is he bad, general?"

"Do you really want to know?" Yun Ling squinted his eyes and swept over, "Didn't you always hate him, that's why you ran away in anger back then, and hid the world for so many years, and even swore that you would never see him again in this life, his business has nothing to do with you, you better don't ask, his life and death have nothing to do with me, let's drink, drink-"

Yun Ling's tongue seemed to be swollen in a whole circle, and the words that came out with the smell of wine were also crooked and indistinct.

"Lao Yun-" With a sigh, a bowl of wine was poured towards Yunling, and the black crane on the opposite side pressed the empty bowl on the rough white wooden table with one hand, his palm did not move, his breathing stopped, and he only heard a sound of Gababa, Ling'er was so shocked that he stood up and looked, only to see that the big bowl was turned into countless pieces under the palm of his grandfather's hand.

Grandpa's eyes seemed to be about to breathe fire, his eyes were red, and he stared at the guest opposite viciously, "There must be something, it's okay, you won't come all the way to come here - tell me what the hell is going on, you know that I have a straight bowel, and I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't hear the exact news." ”

The guest on the opposite side was not afraid of Grandpa's gaze, he suddenly laughed, reached out and patted the back of Grandpa's hand, "Old Hei, Lao Hei, after all these years, your impatient and irritable temper still hasn't changed a bit-I'm going to say that it's not good--The general is really bad, we are not good, and the brothers back then are looking forward to your return-"

The torches on the stone platform were fading.

Without waiting for grandpa's orders, Ling'er had already quickly replaced it with a new, bigger torch.

New firelight danced along the stone walls of the cave.

Ling'er sat on a small bench with her chubby palms supporting her chin, staring at the strange grandfather who was crying and laughing under the lamplight.

Their conversation was long and difficult to understand, Ling'er listened to it and came to sleep, and listened to the grandfather who called himself Lao Yun say that the traitor is in charge, the loyalty and goodness are suffering, the holy hearing is blinded, and the talent is withering, and sighs that peace is just the surface, and there are internal and external troubles brewing under this surface......

Ling'er listened and finally fell asleep, even if the days in the mountains were lonely, he was very happy to suddenly come alone, but they kept saying something he heard confusedly, he finally got tired, his head leaned against the wall and slowly fell asleep, and he vaguely saw that his grandfather was also sighing with emotion, and the two old men shook their heads with emotion for no reason, while crying and wiping their tears.

It's really strange for people to get old-Ling'er thought in a daze, how can a good man cry so much when he gets old, like a little girl, I must always be young when I grow up in the future, and I can't be so old that I can't cry like a woman. (To be continued.) )