"Little girl, little girl....." Hongyun felt so noisy, felt dizzy, and couldn't open his eyes.

"How did you take her down the river, um, how long has it been drowning?" a familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded.

"Speak quickly!" only to hear a loud shout, Hongyun was startled in his dream, and his sleepy head was a little clear. The eyes opened with difficulty, and when I looked up, I saw the low beams, the walls were still made of rice husk and soil, pitted, many scratches, the head of the bed was an old-fashioned box in the seventies and eighties, the house was a mess, stains could be seen everywhere, the wall in the middle of the house was pasted with a New Year's painting of Fuwa holding fish, the house exuded a smell of mildew, and when I turned my head, I saw a woman with her back to herself, a man and a woman standing in a row, all shrunk their hands and feet, their heads drooped low, and they were too frightened to make a sound.

"My sister, she wants to go down by herself, we didn't pay attention, I thought she was playing with treading water......" The girl raised her head for a long time, and said in a slurred voice, Hongyun saw the girl's face, and her head was a little dizzy, and her sister Hong Fang was like when she was a child, it was the only person in the family Three brothers and sisters photo, it was her six or seven-year-old grandfather's seventieth birthday photo, and it was also her earliest photo.

"Mom, my sister is awake. At this time, the little boy also secretly raised his head, saw Hongyun open his eyes, and shouted loudly. It's my brother Hong Zongchao, although it's not the same as growing up, but it's really what my brother looked like when he was a kid in the photo.

At this time, the woman also turned around, and the rural woman about forty years old, her mother, Li Xiulan, kept looking at her mother's old appearance, and at first glance she looked young, but she was also stunned for a while. "Little girl, little girl," the mother shouted, "it won't be silly." He turned around and hit his sister in the face.

"Let you be optimistic about your sister, let you be optimistic about your sister...... You see it like this. Then came the sound of my sister crying, "It's her own ...... who wants to go down to the river."

Hongyun raised his hand, looked at the little hand, touched his small body, and was blindfolded, and in later life, he made one wrong decision after another due to vision problems when he grew up, and his personality was different, and he stumbled and stumbled at all. After reading too many reborn novels, I dream of going back to the past and know that it is impossible, so I can only keep changing myself, reading more books to broaden my horizons and increase my knowledge reserves. Who knew that it could really be reborn.

Now I guess I'm three or four years old, and I still live in an earthen house. Only mother Li Xiulan is alone with three children at home, and she is busy with family work every day, her father Hong Mianfa works in the county, and she goes out early and returns late every day, sometimes she only goes home once a week, and her grandmother died when her father was not married. Because of his mother's character, Hong Yun has never seen his grandfather come to the house since he was a child. In the countryside, it's normal for big ones to take small ones.

"My mother...... I'm hungry" Hongyun looked at the noisy, the future life has always been living alone, it has not been so lively for a long time, I only feel that the brain is booming, like 50,000 ducks are noisy. But it didn't work, my mother couldn't hear it at all, because of my mother's influence, the whole family was loud. But the little body that had just drowned was really weak, and no one answered after shouting a few times. In the end, it was his brother Hong Zongchao who heard it and pulled his mother to wake up.

"My mother, my sister said she was hungry. Xiao Hongzong pulled his mother anxiously.

"Little girl, you're hungry, I'll make it for you right away. "Xiaoya is the name of the countryman for his little daughter, just like the Mao Mao and Mao Dan of many families. But in later generations, in her thirties, she was still called Xiaoya by her mother, sometimes with her sister and brother's children, and her mother Li Xiulan called Xiaoya, and the two generations responded together, and the scene was very exciting.

"Xiaofang, you go and light the fire. Xiaochao, you're looking at your sister here. "Li Xiulan went to wash rice and cook.

The world is finally quiet, Li Xiulan always has a high octave voice in her days, and she speaks like she is arguing with someone, Hongyun and her mother Li Xiulan are very similar to growing up, and they speak loudly unconsciously, especially when arguing with others, it makes people listen to it more like a quarrel. Therefore, it often makes people misunderstand and have disputes with others.

Speaking too high-pitched is easy to get bored and aggressive, the sound with a suitable rhythm and a gentle voice makes people feel comfortable, and speaking too fast is easy to make people unable to hear and react.

Hongyun thought that he would have to pay attention in the future, and the habits that had been formed for so long were not so easy to change. What's going on? How did you go back to when you were so young? Now you're so poor, you have to start all over again. Although everything was not so wishful before, there is no need to be so pitted, from such a small start, I don't remember anything, okay.

The meal was quickly improved, and after eating enough, it was already the next day when I got up from sleep, because the drowning time was not long, there was not much water to drink, and the child recovered quickly. Now Hongyun is alive again, young is good!

The drowning was just a flash in the pan, and no one was obsessed with who was right and who was wrong. How should the next day live?

When she got up in the morning, her mother Li Xiulan asked Hongfang to take her younger brothers and sisters out to weed the crops by herself.

Hongfang nodded in agreement, and after Li Xiulan left, she began to say, "You guys go play by yourself, I still have to find Xiaofen to play, I don't have time to take you." Brother Hongzong Chao ran away, "I don't play with girls." Hongfang also turned around and left. Hongyun doesn't chase either, and I can't remember the memories of my childhood, let alone the three or four-year-old things, but my sister Hongfang still has an impression of not wanting to bring her own things, and often deceives herself to wait somewhere, and then goes out to play with her friends by herself, leaving herself alone. Wait for a long time to find no one to cry home, there is no one at home, and then I play alone, because I am small, no one to bring, so I have been bullied many times, and I don't look for anyone to play for a long time, I am alone, until I grow up, I am also a person, and I have laid the foundation since I was a child.

Now that you're back, let's take a look around and familiarize yourself with the environment. This is my most nostalgic childhood, carefree, no need to go to school, no need to work, no need to work, you can run anywhere, adults let themselves, they are bullied, and they can cry.

Fragrant earthy scent, open vision. Each family is much wider than the villas of later generations, and all kinds of seasonal vegetables are planted in front of the door and behind the house, which is natural and pollution-free. Every family raises pigs, and the pigsty has a fermentation tank where straw and pig manure are fermented to provide farm fertilizer. So the smell is very smelly and can sometimes travel far away, especially after the rain in the summer. This is an era that has not yet left the age of food and clothing, but people are very simple, kind, and help each other. There will be no future generations of baht, there will be no complaints, and every act will not be turned into money. Everyone, you help me, I help you, they are very enthusiastic, and no one will ask for payment. It's okay to take care of other people's children, and you won't worry about asking for compensation if you have a bump. In this era, labor is still purely manual, and everyone helps each other, and it is easy to resolve a little contradiction.

The simple era, so nostalgic. Find your mother, at this time the mother is still very tolerant of young children, by the way, look at the land at home at this time.

The golden waves of wheat all over the world are about to come to the time of harvesting. Looking for memories, I came to the land where crops were planted, and when I saw my mother, Hongyun ran excitedly, I don't know if it was because I returned to my childhood, and my attachment to my mother also returned.

"Plop" fell, the balance of the young body is still a little poor, running on uneven ground is still almost ah, I struggled to get up, and was helped up by a pair of powerful big hands.

Looking up, "Second uncle." "Second Uncle Hong Miangui has always been very good to Hongyun. It's just that later, Hongyun's family went to the county and became unfamiliar, and they were still very close at this time.

"Run slowly. Xiaoli choked on water yesterday, is she still uncomfortable?" asked the second uncle Hongmian Gui softly. Xiaoli is my nickname, and I used to love to call her nickname at home.

"It's okay, second uncle. Hongyun showed a big smile to the second uncle.

"Honggui, your sister-in-law is arguing with someone again! A familiar aunt shouted not far ahead.