At night, the early spring of April is cold, and those who sleep still feel cold.

Ying Ying curled up on the sofa in the center of her aunt's living room, tossing and turning.

My aunt's son Dabao has been going home for a few days because of the Qingming holiday. Yingying has been living in Dabao's room, and this time Dabao came back, she could only sleep in the living room.

Just fell asleep, a pillar of light came out of his side, and it was Dabao who came out of the room to go to the toilet.

The toilet was opposite the sofa in the living room, Dabao walked into the toilet in a daze, turned on the light, and began to release water without closing the door.

Ying Ying was awakened by the light and sound, and saw the back of Dabao who was going to the toilet, and hurriedly turned over and buried her head between the back of the sofa and the pillow.

At this time, although wrapped in a quilt, Ying Ying still felt a cold wind around her neck, head and toes.

She shivered slightly, pretending to be asleep, not daring to make a move.

After a while, Dabao finished going to the toilet, turned off the light, and went back to the house to sleep.

Ying Ying relaxed at this time, she stretched her numb body, and lay on her back facing the ceiling.

The simple carvings of the snow-white edges of the ceiling, the umbrella-shaped chandelier hanging in the center, and the spiders dozing in the corners, all turn indigo blue at night.

Tomorrow is the first day of the Qingming Festival holiday, and I can go home to see my grandparents immediately.

My grandparents must have prepared a lot of delicious things and were looking forward to me at home.

There are stewed mountain mushrooms with pheasants, fathead fish stewed with tomatoes, tofu crucian carp soup, and my favorite grandma's homemade croquettes.

Thinking of this, Ying Ying couldn't help but smile, leaving all the unpleasantness of the day behind, and soon fell asleep.

The next day, Yingying got up at 6 o'clock in the morning, finished washing, and walked out of the door gently while her aunt's family was still asleep.

The most beautiful April day in the world, although it is still a little chilly, but the grass has emerged sharp new green, and the dead branches that have been waiting for a winter are now like waking up, and there are many small spores, growing, waiting to send out new life.

Ying Ying came to the Panshi County Railway Station and got on the train to Erhe Mountain. Due to the remoteness of the area where she lives, the train is still green and old-fashioned, and it sways all the way to the mountains.

In the car, she sorted out the contents of her backpack, including a summer hat for her grandfather, reading glasses for her grandmother, and chocolates for them.

My grandparents have never been out of that mountain in their lives, and I don't know what their expressions will be when they eat chocolate.

Grandpa will happily smoke a bag of cigarette pouches and pots, and grandma will happily hold her hand and sit on the kang, squinting at her granddaughter as she grows up.

Grandma will also take out a big willow basket of red oranges, pour them on the kang, and peel them one by one for Yingying to eat.

Oranges are Ying Ying's favorite fruit, and she loves the fragrance of orange peel, the shape of orange petals, and the color of red and orange, which makes her happy.

I heard a letter from my grandparents that the local dog "Big Black" gave birth to a litter of cubs, and Yingying had never seen what the newborn puppies looked like, and now she is very curious.

The train shook and turned around the mountain, and Ying Ying couldn't help but get excited at the thought of getting closer and closer to home.

After 3 hours, the train finally arrived at Erheshan Station, Yingying straddled her backpack over her shoulders and stepped off the train in good spirits.

It's about 40 minutes to get home from the train station.

After crossing a long bridge and climbing a short hill, we arrived, and we finally got home!

Ying Ying suddenly felt excited, like a little bird, "crackling" in her heart.

She shouted, "Grandpa, grandma, I'm back!"

A few birds were startled in the mountain forest, except for the flapping of their wings, everything else was strangely quiet, and Ying Ying couldn't help frowning.

It's only been a few years since I left home, and my grandparents' hearing is not as good as before.

Ying Ying pondered, and then shouted in a louder voice: "Grandpa, grandma, I'm back!"

The hill was still silent, as if it were completely uninhabited.

Yingying's heart was pounding in her chest, and her intuition made her feel as if something had happened.

It's so close to home, and when the big black man hears the movement, he will already run to meet me.

Could it be that after giving birth to a puppy, he became lazy?

The more Ying Ying thought about it, the more wrong it became, and her feet sped up, from sprinting to trotting, and finally to running.

Running out of breath, she finally saw the familiar tiled courtyard, the fenced door was ajar, and she rushed into the courtyard with an arrow.

There was no one in the yard, everything was the same, bunches of dried corn hung from the windows of the mud-tiled houses, and a few dried beans and gourd strips were drying on the roof.

I saw a few patched aluminum basins and a low wooden bench scattered on the ground under the window.

One pot contains washed mushrooms, another pot contains black fungus and daylily, and another pot contains a pheasant that has only half lost its hair.

Grandma sat on this wooden bench this morning and tended to the things in the basin.

The contents of the basin are still there, but where did grandma go? Could it be that they went to pick me up at the train station?

Ying Ying shouted "Grandpa, Grandma!" and went to push the door of the house, but found that the door was not locked.

No, if they went out, the door would have been locked, and she secretly felt bad in her heart.

The door creaked open, and she walked straight into the house, and there was no one in the kitchen.

Ran to the East and West Houses, and there was no one either.

She saw a basket of red oranges on the edge of the kang in the east house.

It must have been put there by my grandmother, ready for me to eat. But what about people? Where have all the people gone?

Ying Ying ran back and forth several times between several rooms, hoping that her grandparents would sit on the kang in the east house or light a fire by the stove as usual.

She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and thought, "Let's go back and see the way we came, maybe they'll meet me on the road."

Just as she was about to go out, she changed her mind and remembered the agreement that her grandfather had made with her: if they were not at home, important things such as house keys would be placed under the small wine jar in the backyard.

Because my grandparents sometimes have to go down the mountain to the city to buy spices and other household supplies, I made this confession with Yingying.

Thinking of this, Ying Ying hurriedly ran to the backyard and found the second small wine jar on the right under the fence on the left, and the mouth of the altar was still sealed with kraft paper tied with rope.

When the jar is removed, a piece of paper folded into a tofu block is revealed!

Ying Ying picked up the note and hurriedly unfolded it, only to see that on the note, her grandfather's handwriting was scribbled: "It's not safe here, Ying Ying run! ”