Time was slowly passing, and with three days left before the deadline for handing in his work, Zhong Yue was ready to go home to create. The renovation process has almost been completed, the design team has basically withdrawn, another construction team has also left, and Liu Qinghua, a small construction team, is left to clean up the aftermath.

In about three or four days, the renovation of this house will come to an end. Zhong Yue sat on the bus back to the county seat, looking at the scenery all the way backwards, youth is fleeting, old age is easy to age, from the time of babbling, the peach is dying, scorching its glory. The innocent childhood life in the countryside, and then the elementary school, junior high school, and high school, people are growing up step by step, and their horizons are gradually broadening, but the happiness is gradually decreasing.

Zhong Yue leaned his head against the glass window, and the car shook slightly, making his vision a little blurred, could it be that youth brings growth and troubles?

Maybe it's because the childhood memories have faded, those grievances and sadness, crying, and forget it.

He sat in the car and opened Xi Murong's poetry collection.

One of the pages, folded with a corner.

……

All endings have been written

All the tears have also set off

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning

On that old summer day that never returns

No matter how hard I try to pursue it

The young you are only like a cloud shadow

And your smiling face is very shallow, very light

Gradually disappearing into the group of Lan after sunset

Then he turned the yellowed title page

Fate bound it with the utmost clumsiness

With tears in my eyes, I read and read again

But I have to admit it

Youth is a book that is too hasty

……

In summer, there are too many summers, which are worth Zhong Yue's heart.

When I was a child, I watched my parents work in the fields and mountains and forests, climbed trees to catch knowledge, and fished for lobsters in ponds...... The summer vacation that he was looking forward to when he went to school, gradually, he worked part-time to subsidize his family during the summer vacation, and the carnival summer vacation after the college entrance examination, after not many days of excitement, his father's body, the ensuing tuition fees, etc., were like the shackles of fate, which made him feel that life was not easy.

Looking back, the ups and downs are bitter and sour, and only Zhong Yue himself can reminisce. If youth is like a cup of tea, then Zhong Yue's cup of tea has too many ingredients, so that it makes people taste aftertaste, like a cup of bitter tea that can always drink a trace of difference and never get greasy.

Putting on the headphones, the song Luo Dayou's childhood is reminiscent in my ears over and over again.

"On the banyan tree by the pond

I know that I am screaming about summer."

Now, let Zhong Yue go up to the tree to catch him, I'm afraid that his hands and feet are not as sharp as when he was a child, youth, like a small river that flows away, and it will not come back if it flows away.

"Dragonflies flew in the sun

Patches of green rice paddies

Watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes

I can't draw that rainbow on the horizon

When will it be like a senior class

The ground classmates have a mature and grown face

Looking forward to the holidays

Looking forward to tomorrow

I look forward to growing up in my childhood."

If you have to define the age of youth, it may not include childhood, but at Zhong Yue's age, when you see the word youth, you can reminisce, that is, these experiences from childhood to adulthood.

When he arrived in the county, Zhong Yue directly found a van and rushed back to the township.

is old, Shaohua has passed away, the wind has eroded the remaining years, and Zhang Laifu's days are really like a cup of weak tea that has been brewed thousands of times, and it can't taste good.

A few ridges of soybeans, Zhang Laifu can still practice it.

Now the scorching sun, after six or seven days of sunbathing, is already completely dry. When Zhong Yue came, Zhang Laifu was beating soybeans with a wooden tree. Zhong Yue used this thing when he was a child, fixed a small hinge on a long stick, and then pressed a flat small wooden board, when beating the soybean straw, it could be evenly stressed, so that there was no need to peel it by hand one by one.

"Master, I'll come. ”

Zhong Yue put the cigarettes, alcohol, and vegetables and meat bought from the fat aunt's house on the stone mill, and took the wooden tree in Zhang Laifu's hand.

"It's a holiday? What are you studying in college now, it's really a vacation so early, it's really a waste of money to play. People are old, it's really not good, it used to be effortless to beat a soybean, but now it's only a lot of work, and I'm out of breath. ”

Zhong Yue smiled, "I haven't had a holiday yet, I'm just coming back to do creation, and I have to go back." ”

Zhang Laifu glanced at the yellow plastic bag of good luck and frowned, "I bought it from Lao Cai's house again?" How many times have I told you? Her things are expensive, you came back from the city, the things in the big supermarket are much cheaper, and the tobacco and alcohol are at least ten or twenty yuan cheaper." ”

"Take care of the fat aunt's business, and there were a lot of things that I ate for nothing at her place when I was a child. ”

"You. Zhang Laifu shook his head, "By the way, the matter you said before has been resolved, has Pan Wei promised not to make trouble?"

Zhong Yue said while beating soybeans: "No, but Huang Sanli agreed, there should be no moths, I see that Huang Sanli has done many famous people in S County to celebrate, Pan Wei wants to mix in the county, and his face should still be given." ”

Zhang Laifu's face was a little unnatural, nodded, and said, "Cheng." If there's a letter over there that lets you pass, remember to give me a call. ”

"How?"

"I'll go with you. You don't have a father, your mother is gone, someone has to help you support the scene, a doll passes, what's this called?"

Zhong Yue straightened up and said with a smile: "Master, I'm already an adult, no need." ”

"It's necessary!" Zhang Laifu's eyes widened, "If you dare to sneak by yourself, you won't have to see me!"

"Okay, I'll let you follow. "Although Zhang Laifu is useless to the past, it doesn't matter if he insists on going, after all, Zhong Yue is not going to fight. Of course, if Huatoudiao calls to solve it verbally, there is no need to meet in person, then it will be more convenient.

After beating the soybeans, Zhong Yue used a wooden rake to bring the straws aside and put away the fallen soybean grains. The rest of the straw needs to be beaten again. After beating it two or three times, these soybean straws can still be used as firewood, and Zhang Laifu's house is still an ancient earthen stove.

"Sit down and have a drink. Zhang Laifu came over and put a bowl of water on the stone mill, "You said before that you were engaged in creation?

"There is a calligraphy competition for college students in the city, and I am going to sign up for the competition, so I have to submit a pair of works. ”

Zhang Laifu smiled, "Just your three or two, what kind of competition are you participating in, it's okay to write and play by yourself." ”

Zhong Yue smiled and didn't speak, his calligraphy attainments were no longer what they used to be, but Zhang Laifu didn't know it.

The two sat on the wooden bench and picked up celery, and when it was almost done, Zhang Laifu said: "Okay, you go back to the col and calculate the money with him, I'll come here." Remember, don't give money lavishly because of Ah Keung's relationship, it's as much as it should be, and the money doesn't come ......."

He didn't go on, the money in Zhong Yue's hand was really no different from what he picked up......