In May 141 of the new calendar of Qingjian, the sky of Gua Town was clear, there was no wind or cloud, and the tiles were blue.

The mighty river is divided into a branch vein, which is called Shangshui.

To the south of Shangshui is Shangyang City, and Gua Town is at the place where Shangshui flows.

Shang Shui said that it was a branch vein, and the narrowest part had to be twenty meters wide.

When it is windy, it can also be called magnificent.

A beach hit by the river is full of watermelons, and the town of Gua makes a living from it.

In the woodland planted by the people in the north of Gua Town, a half-old short-haired child with a gloomy face, his name is Cheng, and he has no surname. Embellished with the name of the place, it can be called Gua Cheng or Shang Cheng when he grows up.

There were two tombs in front of him, one of which was slightly larger, and the soil on it was dry and hard.

There are also some scattered grass seedlings, and there is only a cypress tree without a monument, about ten centimeters thick, which seems to have grown for eight or nine years.

The other grave, slightly smaller, was new, with no weeds and no monuments, only a cypress seedling.

Cheng was wearing a patched coarse cloth coat and old pants underneath, kneeling in front of two graves, the yellow paper in front of the graves burned only sparks, and the teenage children did not cry.

That year, the world was in turmoil.

In the spirit of the apocalypse, people have released those restless and violent desires.

In the vicinity of Shangyang, some outlaws, mainly minor monks, appeared.

They plundered the relatively wealthy town of Gua, and Cheng's father and several villagers stepped forward.

The first-order Qi Realm father fought to kill the team of rogues, and the village was saved.

At that time, Xiao Cheng'er, who didn't have a father, cried every day and made trouble every day, but later when he was older, he finally eased up.

I would cry every time I added soil to my mother during the holidays, but after a few years, I got used to it.

The habit is terrible, used to the mother and son depending on each other, used to the poverty of the family, used to the mother often being bedridden, used to the children taking care of adults, used to occasionally going to the pharmacy to steal medicinal herbs, and used to the hedge wall of the academy with a secret door forever.

Now I have to get used to being alone, my mother survived for another two or three years before she died, and she enjoyed peace in the Watermelon Gang for three years.

Maybe it's because it's too hard, too tired, and selfish once, and then I give up.

A year before her death, her health became weaker and weaker, and she talked about what would happen to him alone after she died.

Until one day, Qin Niang dragged her sick body back from outside, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

Cheng specially asked for some corners from the butcher to go into the water, and Qin Niang made him a meat meal, and after eating, he said that he was a little tired.

Let Cheng go to the old master as a teacher in a few days, don't keep eavesdropping, the matter of reading is still important.

He babbled again, saying that the reason why he was called Cheng was because his father had fallen into a deep pit for several days, and he insisted on the rescue by thinking about his unborn child.

The whole character of "Cheng" is like a person using both hands to rescue a person who has fallen into a trap, and his son is his savior.

Don't embarrass his dead father when he grows up, and don't do something that disgraces his ancestors.

said too much, but Cheng forgot a little.

Until she fell asleep and never woke up, Cheng's little heart was not too uncomfortable.

Is this about getting used to? Probably.

He patted the dirt and stood up.

He added some new soil to my father's old grave and pulled out some grass that stood out.

Looking at his mother's new grave, his lips moved slightly, and he muttered in a vague voice, "In the future, I will be the only one who will add soil, and add soil for the two of you." ”

After saying that, I suddenly burst into tears.

When her mother died, Cheng helped tidy up her thin remains and borrowed a mirror from Aunt Hua next door. I took rouge gouache from Jiu Niang, applied it to my mother's face, took a comb, and carefully combed my boring hair. At that time, he did not cry.

She took care of it very carefully, for fear of disturbing her.

I didn't cry when I asked the old carpenter She to borrow a thin wooden coffin.

The villagers helped to bury the grave and did not cry when digging the grave.

At this moment, there was no one in heaven and earth, only him, and a moment of loneliness struck and knocked over the strong child.

At first, it was silent crying, and then the voice gradually became miserable. His nose twitched, and his tears seemed to be inexhaustible.

But the catharsis of emotions, if there is no audience, disperses quickly. After a while, he stopped crying and wiped away his tears. I thought to myself, if those gang mates saw him crying, he wouldn't drop his jaw in shock.

Cheng raised his head and watched as the sun slowly changed from orange to rose.

It was already afternoon, so he picked up the steamed buns and oil cakes offered to his parents and ate them. After eating, he wiped his mouth indiscriminately, leaned against the cypress tree in front of his father's grave, and slowly fell asleep.

Time passed slowly, and I don't know when the wind started, and a group of thin clouds appeared in the sky, slowly increasing more and more. The sun above the sky shone up the clouds in the far sky, and the sunset was thousands of miles. Reflecting Cheng's sleeping, stretched eyebrows.

That might be a good dream.

When the sun in the middle of the sky slowly disappeared, the white moon slowly appeared in that position. The people of the earth are accustomed to it. The sun and the moon have been alternating like this for countless thousands of years.

The moonlight slowly darkened over time, until before dawn, when the whole world was plunged into nothingness.

The sky was cloudless, the moonlight was particularly white, and Cheng walked alone on the ridges of the wheat field.

The heavy ears of wheat are in patches, the wheat field is planted with watermelons, and the green melon vines next to it are crookedly extended, and in the moonlight, it is faintly visible, and the melons are already the size of a fist.

The cemetery was not far from the village, and in the sparkling oil lamps, he saw the black outlines of the houses in front of him.

Walking on the scattered dirt road, insects chirped in the weeds on the roadside, and in the quiet village, suddenly there was a dog barking.

A yellow earth dog galloped towards Cheng, threw itself into his arms, and put its tongue on his face, focusing on licking the remaining oil stars at the corners of his mouth, which made Cheng angry.

When the old gentleman who taught last year ate melons, he pointed to the stupid second and third sons and said, "There are sons, melons, dogs and insects, but there are no talents, it is 'lonely'"

At that time, he didn't understand, he just thought that the master was scolding, but at this moment, looking at the old chaimen, there was no familiar coughing sound, and the little man understood that this sentence should be "There are sons, melons, dogs, insects, but no one, it is 'lonely'"

Finally, it's just me.

Outside the dilapidated wooden door, the rusty iron latch was still inserted, and there was no lock. Although Gua Town sells melons to the outside world, it is usually very closed and xenophobic, and plugging in the latch just means that no one is at home.

Besides, this can drill the dog's firewood door, and it can't stop anyone.

The broken door creaked open, and there was a relatively neat and tidy courtyard, with three thatched huts on the north side of the courtyard.

In the middle is a slightly larger hall.

There are no main and guest seats, no hanging pictures or banners, only a wooden table and four small stools, with doors on the left and right, leading to the rooms on both sides.

There was a small kitchen facing west, and there was a shed next to the kitchen, with firewood piled up in it, and a well on the other side, which seemed to be passable.

Firewood is the leftovers sent by the carpenter next door, and the grass shed and house are built by the stone and Ergou's family, and the neighbors who know each other build it together.

This is Cheng's home, and in addition to this, he has a heavy crossbow, a broken iron sword, and a ruined but inaccessible "Stone Breaker".

That night, Cheng fed the yellow dog a piece of cold mixed noodles steamed buns, and the yellow dog honestly lay into the firewood shed.

The night in May was still relatively cool, and Cheng Cheng, who had tossed for a day, lay on the thin quilt and fell asleep on the plank bed.