In the middle of Canghai Province, there is a mountain range that stretches and undulates for more than 300 kilometers, the topography of the whole province is divided into two, the southeast is the mountainous area of hills and ravines, the northwest is an endless plain, in the mountainous area of the southeast, there is a mountain peak with an altitude of more than 500 meters, because the mountain is relatively gentle, it looks like a lying cow from a distance, so it is called Woniu Ridge, there is a village under Woniu Ridge, it is called Guishantun before liberation, after liberation, the government found that there are more than 10 places in the county are called Guishantun, so when the administrative district was re-planned, this place was renamed as Heping Village。 Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is a small river flowing from west to east in Heping Village, the river is not wide, the water is not fast, some willow trees are sparsely planted on both sides of the river, one of them is already hundreds of years old, the trunk is thick, the skin is mottled, and the branches that hang down are covered with snow, crystal like jade, beautiful. About a kilometer south of the big willow tree, there is a gentle hillside, on which five families live, four of which have built three-story small western-style houses, and only the leftmost one still lives in brick bungalows.

The bungalow covers a relatively large area, there are two houses, there is an old and a new house, the old house is on the west side, composed of five rammed earth houses, dilapidated, no furniture, no one has lived in it for a long time, the windows and doors are made of wood, showing a dark brown color that is about to decay, the walls are also washed away by the rain, the potholes, and a line of large-character slogans with the characteristics of the times can be vaguely seen on the side: grasp the revolution, promote production!

The new house is next to the east, it is newly built in recent years, it adopts a simplified courtyard style, in the middle is the three main houses facing south in the north, there are two wings on the left and right, and the front is surrounded by a courtyard with bricks and stones, there is a flower garden in the corner of the yard, which is planted with an osmanthus and a few plum blossoms, the osmanthus has withered, but the red plum is in full bloom, and the snow on the roof tiles is in full bloom, so that the slightly deserted courtyard becomes full of vitality.

"Principal Du, I opened a new restaurant a while ago, and you can help me write a Spring Festival couplet for the scenic spot. ”

"Then write a delicious food and wine, don't get drunk, and the sincere guests often come, what do you think?"

"Okay, just write this, my restaurant is next to the driving school, it's best not to get drunk. ”

Du Cunzhi spread out a piece of red paper on the table of the Eight Immortals, pressed it with a paperweight, and then lifted the brush, dipped it in ink on the inkstone, and began to write the Spring Festival couplets, he was born in 1940, this year is 55 years old, in addition to the buzzing in those years there is really no condition, the rest of the time has never interrupted the calligraphy practice, day after a long time, the face of one hand has been like the realm, plump and majestic, magnificent, every Spring Festival, not only the folks of the nearby villages come to ask for words, even many shop owners in the town H County will come to the door to customize the Spring Festival couplets.

Food & Wine......

As soon as the word "Jun" was written, a neighbor in a cotton coat ran in from outside the yard, stood in the middle of the yard panting, and shouted: "Principal Du, your son is back, Qiushi is back!"

Stable as a rock for decades, the wrist that had never been shaken when writing suddenly slanted, and the ugly handwriting like an earthworm was drawn on the red paper, Du Cunzhi's brain was blank, his heart seemed to stop beating, but the blood rushed to his brain, stirring up an indescribable manic mood, he squeezed the pen with his thumb and forefinger tightly, trying to pinch it into pieces, or poke it into the table.

"Principal Du, I didn't lie to you, it's true! Chunhua and Dawei personally brought it back, I saw it at the entrance of the village just now, the appearance is exactly the same as Chunhua's son, and you are also very similar, Chunhua said that he was abducted and trafficked to RB, and last year in RB I heard that Chunhua was in Cloud City, so I deliberately ran over to find relatives......"

Mania turned into ecstasy, Du Cunzhi used all his strength, slammed down, threw the brush in his hand on the ground, the pen snapped and broke into several pieces, the ink splashed, stained the new pants he had just made, he didn't care, pulled his legs and ran outside, a few villagers who were begging for words also hurriedly chased after him, everyone had an unconcealed excitement on their faces, and they were more excited than going to the county to see the big stars from Hong Kong.

There is a threshold between the hall and the steps, Du Cunzhi stepped too quickly, was tripped, stumbled two steps, almost fell, the neighbor who followed hurriedly helped him, he was tired, he broke free with a shake of his hand, and even the only five steps felt troublesome, jumped directly from the corridor at the entrance of the hall, and ran towards the outside of the courtyard in a daze, after running a few steps, a cold wind blew, and the mind blinded by ecstasy suddenly sobered up.

When Chunhua called last night, she only said that she would come back today, and she didn't mention Qiu Shi's affairs at all......

Huang Dashan, this dog thief is lying to me!

Du Cunzhi stopped suddenly, and just wanted to grab the neighbor who came to report the news and ask, but he heard a commotion outside the yard, mixed with laughter, one of which was his daughter Du Chunhua, the other voice was his son-in-law Lin Dawei, and the other voice was very unfamiliar, but the words were not unfamiliar at all: "Sister, why is this old house still there?" I remember that I had engraved my name on the gate before......

It's Akishi!

It's really him, my son is back!

The stopped footsteps could no longer move, Du Cunzhi's whole person froze, like an ice sculpture, standing in the courtyard fixedly, listening to the sound getting closer and closer, more and more clear, and then saw his daughter leading a man in his early twenties from the gate of the courtyard walked in, the person was very tall, the silhouette was very similar to himself, the eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Chunhua, and the facial features were very similar to Jinyan, no matter how you looked at it, they were all from the Du family.

It's Akishi!

It's definitely him, and I recognize him when he turns to ashes!

As soon as Du Qiu entered the door, he saw his grandfather, his hair was not completely gray, his eyes were not completely presbyopia, his back was a little hunched, but he was still straight, and his wrinkles began to increase, but he was still healthy, standing upright in the middle of the yard, like an old pine tree that was not afraid of wind and rain and was accustomed to changes.

"Little brother, call Dad. ”

Even his mother and father have become sisters and brothers-in-law, and the call is still very smooth, Du Qiu thought that it was nothing to call his grandfather and call his father, but when it came to the end, he found that it was not so easy, there seemed to be a boulder pressed between his chest, so that the word could not jump out smoothly, he looked at the reddened eyes and eager gaze, thought of the warm days when he used to get along with his grandfather day and night, and fought with each other, and also remembered the dismal last words of his grandfather who was seriously ill and did not forget to ask him to find his uncle before he died, his eyes also involuntarily turned red, and he squirmed his lips a few times, and finally gave up the meaningless entanglement and heart knot, and said softly: "Dad, I'm back. ”

"Good!"

"Autumn is good!"

"Congratulations to Principal Du on the reunion of father and son!"

The quiet courtyard just now seemed to have stopped a burst of enthusiastic cheers, and the neighbors who were crowding at the door to watch applauded, congratulations, the whole yard seemed to have opened a super jackpot lottery stage, in the earth-shattering noise, the tearful Du Chunhua took Du Qiu's hand, pulled him to Du Cunzhi, choked and said: "Dad, the little brother is home." ”

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back......"

Du Cunzhi muttered to himself, while touching Du Qiu with trembling hands, touching his hands and touching his arms, touching his arms and touching his chest, as if he didn't believe that he was a real person, Du Qiu's heart was both sour and sad, both guilty and regretful, remembering the joke his mother said that night, so he simply knelt down on his knees, held his grandfather's hands, and put them on his face.

When the cold hands touched the warm face, Du Cunzhi finally woke up, hugged Du Qiu, hugged him tightly in his arms, pressed his forehead against the top of his head, old tears, and cried bitterly, he was a very resolute and rigid person, never lost his temper in front of the public, but at this time he was in tears, unable to help himself, the onlookers of the neighbors, regardless of men and women, were all moved to follow the tears and sighs, and then stepped forward to comfort, so that they could say nothing, and even sent people from the courtyard into the hall with support.

After the mood stabilized, the next thing was simple, there were copper coins as tokens, and Du Chunhua and Lin Dawei as commentators, Du Qiu only needed to add a few sentences in the key place to lie, and soon he "The legendary story of being abducted and trafficked to RB is like a bird with wings, flying into every household in Heping Village, watching the lively crowd as if rushing to the temple fair, wave after wave of swarming, almost breaking the threshold of the yard."

Pure storytelling soon failed to satisfy the gossip party's curiosity, and began to ask Du Qiu to perform various skills that he had learned since his disappearance, in addition to the popular "how to say this thing in Japanese", and to make him write calligraphy.

"Qiu Shi, just now your sister said that you don't forget your roots, and after going to RB, you still practice calligraphy, and the handwriting is very beautiful, so it's better to write a few now to open everyone's eyes. ”

"Yes, yes, auntie, I originally came to ask your dad to write Spring Festival couplets today, but I was delayed by your return, so you came to help write one. ”

Du Qiu's calligraphy is a showcase, tangible and godless, people who don't understand it are okay, in the eyes of connoisseurs, it is not enough to see at all, how dare he show his ugliness in front of his grandfather, and hurriedly excused himself: "Let our dad write, I am all blind practice, and the level is not good." ”

"Okay, you don't count if you say it yourself, your dad says it, Principal Du, you say yes?"

"That's right, Principal Du, you don't want to see what your son's handwriting looks like?"

It has been more than two hours since he entered the door, Du Cunzhi has been sitting still, looking at Du Qiu in a daze with a smile, almost not speaking, then jumped up, walked into the study next door, took a spare brush out, and said: "Qiu Shi, since your aunt asked you to write, you can write a pair for her." ”

Du Qiu had no choice but to be respectful and obedient, and walked to the table of the Eight Immortals, Du Chunhua, whose eyes were red and swollen, came over to help him polish the ink, and muttered in a low voice while grinding: "Little brother, write well, otherwise you will feel good in the future." ”

"It's not all your fault! I know that my words are false, and I have to brag about it just now. ”

"Since I gave birth to Jinyan, I haven't practiced much anymore, and every time I come back for the Spring Festival, I have to be reprimanded by my father. ”

"It turns out that the meaning of the top beam is a wooden man who specializes in helping you top the cylinder?"

"What do you think?"

Du Qiu took out twelve points of concentration and skill, wrote a pair of Spring Festival couplets with relatively simple words, and after writing it, he felt good, and the onlookers also praised him, praising him for being better than the blue, but Du Cunzhi's face darkened after only one glance, and he took out a copy of Chu Suiliang's "Wild Goose Pagoda Holy Sect Preface Tablet" from the study, and ordered in a rigid tone: "Starting tomorrow, copy twenty words every day!"

I knew that this stubborn old man would not let me go......

In the past, he could rely on the identity of his grandson, on the grounds of young age and heavy studies, but now he has become a "son", identity, age and studies are not reasons, and he will definitely have to hang his head in the future......