Walking out of the primitive tribe of the Shawa tribe, I suddenly remembered a smell that had disappeared.

In my childhood, there were two places I longed for. One place is my home and the other is my uncle's house.

The taste of my home should be down-to-earth and have a sense of belonging. The taste of my uncle's house is novelty and exploration.

Let's put aside the smell of my home and taste the taste of my uncle's house again.

If I want to talk about the direction of my uncle's house, I have to introduce you to the landform of our place, because I feel that the smell of time and space is inseparable from the landform.

My family lives in a sinkhole, and it is probably the largest pit I've ever seen in my life. If someone thinks I'm a pit person's goods, it may have a lot to do with the life experience that came out of the pit.

In the mountains that surround it, a huge pit is formed, and we are the owners of this pit. My uncle's family lives outside the pit, on the other side of the pit to be exact, and they have a wider view of the village than we do. Such a special topography first affected the mobile phone signal, my uncle's mobile phone signal can be full, but my mobile phone is always in an embarrassing situation of temporarily unable to connect.

At that time, there were two ways to go to my uncle's house.

One way is to start from our school and go directly to my uncle's house.

The other way is from my house to my uncle's house.

Although the routes are different, the destination is my uncle's house.

There are two ways to get to my uncle's house from the school, one is to take my brother's bicycle and the other is to walk from the mountain road.

But either way, it's not easy.

If you get on your brother's bicycle, it will be a downhill road first, and this section of the road can be regarded as a fairy road. Because my brother and I can enjoy the loess landscape along the downhill mountain road as fast as we can. My brother can also mop with both hands when he is happy, and I feel my heart pounding when I sit in the back.

After an easy five kilometres, the weighted flying pigeon bike relied on the thrust of my brother and me. Because the next three kilometers are winding mountain roads......

The three-kilometer mountain road is not easy at all. I saw that my brother's head was already steaming, but he kept encouraging me to hold on and be there soon.

In addition to tiredness, there was also frightening on that stretch of the mountain road.

Usually when we push and shove our bikes to the last three kilometers, it is already late, we can barely reach our fingers, and we don't even have a decent flashlight, so we have to move forward in the dark.

In that quiet, remote, deserted mountain, with no village in front and no store in the back, if it weren't for my bold brother, I wouldn't dare to go home alone.

My brother seems to have cultivated a good courage in such an extremely difficult day, and even if there are ghosts, my brother can catch them alive.

As my brother and I silently sped up and moved forward, the owl's call instantly dissipated our souls.

The bicycle almost fell to the ground, and my brother looked around, and he calmly said, "Run!"

At this time, I felt that my legs were weak and I couldn't do anything anymore, but thinking about the consequences of my stay, I had to speed up my pace and run forward with the bumpy clattering bicycle.

"Hurry, get up from here, we're here!" said the elder brother in the night.

I didn't even dare to look back at the back because I always felt like there was someone behind me.

Climb up a hill and turn around to see my uncle's house, and after seeing the village, we can finally relax.

If you start from school on foot, you usually climb a big slope with your classmates carrying a heavy school bag on your back, and you have to climb several kilometers of hills in front of you, some of which are very steep.

At that time, our physical strength was very good, and we barely sweated after walking a kilometer or two. We lined up for a long road towards the highest point of the mountain.

Sometimes, on a whim, we would suddenly start a lump war, and attack our classmates below the mountain with lumps. But we didn't have the slightest malice, we deliberately threw lumps of dirt where no one was.

But there are also times when they miss, once a baby in the village accidentally knocked a man on a motorcycle off the motorcycle with a lump of dirt, and almost got into a big accident.

Although the road was long, we talked as we walked, which was quite interesting.

From the school to my uncle's house, it was almost ten kilometers in total.

Half uphill, half downhill. It took about two hours. The classmates in that village had to go back and forth twice a day, and when they went out in the morning, the chickens were still too early and did not crow. When I went back in the evening, the chickens were already on the shelves.

Despite the difficulty of the road to school, all the children in a village are rain or shine.

On this mountain road, there is no fear because it is a group of people.

From my house, I first had to climb a steeper mountain road, which was steep and my bones hurt.

On this path, it is usually my mother who takes us there.

Mother would prepare some things in advance, at that time when she was poor, there were no valuable things, nothing more than her mother herself to make some oil cakes for grandpa to bring them.

My uncle's house has electricity. Electricity is a very novel thing. At that time, my house was still kerosene lamps, and the radius of kerosene lamps was much smaller than that of electric light bulbs.

Naturally, the night at my uncle's house was very bright, and my grandmother had to be busy in the kitchen for a while, making boxes of leeks for us to eat. The leek box made by grandma is particularly delicious, with thin skin and fragrant taste, and I can't help but want to eat the second one after eating one.

"Grandma, the leek box you made is delicious!" I said to my grandmother as I ate.

Grandma kept watching us eat, but she didn't eat herself. She listened to my compliments and smiled happily at me.

My brother's bedroom is on the second floor, and we call this kind of house "high house". It's like the small second floor that I said now, but it's all adobe.

At that time, I was very good at tape recorders, and my brother had a very domineering machine. Climbing up to the second floor following a pop song, my brother is disassembling an old electrical appliance in his room.

My brother cleaned up the dilapidated room with a special feeling. It feels like it should be a young person's pursuit of private space.

Listen to the music and walk out of the room with a panoramic view of the mountains. There is a feeling of seeing the mountains at a glance, and this feeling should be an infinite expectation of life.

Although he was young at that time, he knew how to be with his grandfather. I spent most of my time at my uncle's house with two old people, and they were the main flavor of that house.

At that time, the TV series "Water Margin" was broadcast on CCTV, and when the TV series started, it could be said that there were thousands of empty alleys, and everyone put down the fatigue of the day and sat in front of the black and white TV to enjoy the excitement of another world.

The flavor was strong, but it was gradually alienated. Looking back, endless nostalgia.