"I told you you don't need to come in advance, it's so cold that you don't need to wait here, it's still raining before, it's not good if you catch a cold, you're almost fifty years old, not as young as before. ”

"I'm not afraid that you'll arrive first and blow the wind here! I'll buy some vegetables first, and besides, I haven't seen you for half a year, so I won't wait for you to wait for anyone. ”

Mother pulled her hair and said with a kind face.

The town is situated between two mountain ranges, and a cement straight road runs through and extends for nearly 500 meters. There was a farmer's market next to it, and on the right side of the road was a small river that flowed down our stockade, but it had dried up now, and its source not far away had been pressed by a waterworks, and it dried up in the winter.

The motorcycle bumped along the puddle road at the exit of the town, and several times I thought the motorcycle would overturn. I don't know what the considerations are, there is a potholed road at both exits of the town, I remember that it was like this in the second year of junior high school, so many years, it seems that it has not been repaired, only if it can walk, it may be that the town has "no money", or there are other considerations, anyway, the road has been very bad, and everyone has been complaining, but the slowdown effect is really good.

After this section, I went to the asphalt road, although there were still a lot of potholes, but it was somewhat gentle, looking at the familiar winding mountain road, the dam, the small coal kilns, the quarries, they were all still there, although some of them had been abandoned, so that I even ignored the cold wind that frantically poured into my clothes.

When I arrived at home, it was already half past five, my grandmother had already gone to the vegetable field to prepare the dishes needed for dinner, my great-grandfather went to a relative, and a distant relative had a happy event at home, so he went to write a couplet and showed it to him (the seniority, now under 40 years old, generally has to call him an honorific title above his uncle), he went and also went on behalf of our family, it is estimated that it will be a few days before he returns, his father went to repair the terrier, he and his mother also went home for a few days, and the family has a lot of trivial matters that have accumulated for a year to be busy.

After putting things down, I chatted with my grandfather for half an hour, and I answered whatever he asked, all of which were some northern customs, the situation at school, what I did at school, how I studied, and so on. There are some problems that I can deal with calmly, and some situations that I can't talk about, so I can only vaguely say something, such as the study situation or something. It's a tradition, every time I come back at the end of the term, my cousins and grandfathers ask in person, but our parents don't bother to ask much, maybe they don't think it's necessary.

When I was done, I hurried to my uncle's house to say hello, sent me some souvenirs I bought at school, and also took a look at my cousin, who was still in high school (make-up class). When I arrived, I only saw my cousin who was washing the dishes, and my cousin didn't know where he went, maybe he and my brother went to find other children to play King of Glory in black.

"I'm back,"

"Well, you get busy first, I'll put things on the couch. ”

"You find a place to sit on your own, I don't have time to talk to you now. I'll feed the pigs first, and I'll have to cook later, or you can help me call Liu Shu back and let him lead the horse. ”

"I'm going, I'm going to go out and see, where are the horse nails?

"On the dam. Be careful, this horse is so fierce now that I can't even pull it. ”

I touched the scar on the elbow joint on my right hand, it was during the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school, that day at noon Uncle asked me to go to the horse, because I was in a hurry to go home for dinner, I beat the horse very fast, on this road I fell off the horse more than once, I am already familiar with the road. However, while passing by the road next to the cornfield, the horse was suddenly frightened, lowered his head and made a sharp stop, rolled to the side, and I flew out like a cannonball on horseback (without a saddle), and I knew that there was a stone in front of me, and subconsciously put my hands to protect my head and face.

After the thud, I lost my mind for at least a few seconds before I felt pain and trance. The whole world is red (probably blood from the forehead running into the eyes). The right hand seems to be broken, a piece of meat was lost, and after searching for a long time, I didn't find it, and my right hand had no strength at all. His knees were worn out, and there seemed to be an opening in his head, and he held his arm and licked the blood on his hand, if I found that piece of meat, I would definitely learn from Xiahoudun.

He tied up his horse and walked in the direction of home with his arms dangling, reminding himself to calm down and not to fall again. I'm not in a hurry, because it hurts, and looking at the blood flow, it shouldn't be a big deal to get to the hospital within two hours, but if I run home, the situation is not clear. The first time I fell so badly, but it's okay, it's not too serious, I shouldn't be disabled or anything, who is the same age as me hasn't fallen, often walk by the river, how can there be shoes that don't get wet?

When I arrived at my uncle's house, he immediately took me to my uncle's infirmary on a motorbike (a bit far from town), and I remember one time when I was a child, my father would take me in his arms and run all the way to my uncle's house. This time, unfortunately, my uncle went to the rice field to put water in the field, and he didn't bring his mobile phone, so he waited for half a o'clock to come back.

After applying the anesthetic, I was finally relieved, and I watched my uncle cleaning my arm, and it felt like I was cleaning the pork, as if it wasn't my hand, and I didn't feel anything. Fortunately, the bone was not broken, but it was cut by a stone for about ten stitches, and the forehead was stitched a few times, because it was in the elbow joint, and the arm could not be bent for a week. I didn't feel anything in my arm until the anesthetic dissipated, but my head hurt, it really hurt.

It was also after this time that I would never ride a horse that fast again, and the same would be true for riding a motorcycle. I think the reason why my brother is so fearless and reckless now may be because he has not experienced a similar situation, and he will not know his mistake and know the restraint until he is taken once a day.

At that time, the horse was still a pony, and now it is a strong male horse of full age, and sometimes I can't pull the fierceness of its encounter with other females, and once it even wore the skin of my hand holding the reins, and I don't know if it recognizes me, whether it still remembers my smell, and I haven't seen it for half a year. When we got to high school, we had less contact.

It also has a domineering name - Bearded Blood Chasing the Wind, because it is jujube red all over, although it is not big, but it runs very fast, especially when chasing a mare, it is like a fire that you fly by, and when you grow up, your temperament is also very strong, and ordinary people can't hold it down.

When I found it, I held the reins, and at first it resisted, but after a few minutes I fed a few more handfuls of grass, it began to let me stroke it. Now it won't let anyone ride, whoever goes up to bite whom, the temper is so hot that every time it makes a mistake, it will be tied under the tree by his uncle and aunt and beaten up, so that it can remember it for a long time, and we all keep the male horse like this, otherwise we can't hold it down.

I've never hit it, I don't think it's necessary, and there has to be someone who has to sing white faces. They say that animals are animals, and they can only rely on beating, otherwise they don't have a long memory, but in my eyes, there are times when animals are more reliable than people, at least they don't lie, they don't have complicated thoughts.

Walking on the ridge by the river, looking at the green rape, and some white reflective radishes in the vegetable field, leading the horse, tearing off a vegetable leaf and crumpling it and putting it under the nose, smelling the familiar smell, the chirping sparrows flying by in flocks, reminded me of the song "Walking on the Country Road" taught by the teacher in elementary school.

I can't remember the lyrics anymore, the road is not so lively, the children are watching TV at home, playing with their mobile phones, the road is still there, but the cows that I let go when I was a child are gone, and I don't go to hunt pigweed like that anymore. I reminisce about the days when I was a child, herding cattle, roasting corn, stealing cucumbers and tomatoes, and looking at the river that has dried up, and the motorcycles speeding by on the highway.

Put down the reins, greedily breathe in this familiar but seemingly unfamiliar fresh air, let the horses happily gnaw on other people's rape, just gnaw it, just a few minutes, indulge once, as a greeting gift. Turn on Kugou Music, download this music that has been forgotten for many years, and turn on the sound to the maximum, so that Zhuo Yiting's singing echoes on the field, and no one listens to it anyway. Who else remembers the songs of more than ten years ago? Times have changed, and there is no going back. Let it spread unbridled through the air.

Walk on a country road

The old cow who returned at dusk was my companion

The blue sky with the sunset in the chest

Colorful clouds are the garment of the sunset

Lotus put the hoe on his shoulder

The shepherd boy's song is rippling

Oh oh they sing

There was also a piccolo faintly blowing

A smile is written on the face

Hum a little song from the countryside

Let his thoughts fly in the evening breeze

How lonely and melancholy

All drifted away with the evening breeze

Forgotten on a country road

Walk on a country road

The old cow who returned at dusk was my companion

The blue sky with the sunset in the chest

Colorful clouds are the garment of the sunset

A smile is written on the face

Hum a little song from the countryside

Let his thoughts fly in the evening breeze

How lonely and melancholy

All drifted away with the evening breeze

Forgotten on a country road

Walk on a country road

The shepherd boy's song is rippling

Oh oh they sing

There was also a piccolo faintly blowing

There was also a piccolo faintly blowing

There was also a piccolo faintly blowing