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"Mom, is someone in her family dead?"

(Forgive the child, she never knew how to express euphemism.) ）

In the vernacular here, death should be expressed in old age.

"It's raining today, and Mom is busy taking care of you, I don't know. Stay for a while, the rain stops, you can see for yourself. ”

The rain slowly weakened, and finally it seeped into the ground.

After the water touches and washes, the sky becomes clearer and clearer. At this time, the sunset also quietly peeked out from the east, and the sultry feeling in the weather suddenly dissipated a lot.

Summer always needs a wave of rain to soothe the oppression, boredom and cleanse away all the hidden evils.

When heavy rain is facing, who knows the history of the potholes?

Under the eaves of Mo Tong's house, rainwater fell down the straw sandwiched between the cracks in the adobe bricks.

The cry was not covered by the heavy rain, and it became extraordinarily clear.

It was clearly mixed with the old man's breathless sobs.

Her family has a total of five children, nested in this small dirt squeeze. Mo Tong's parents, her grandparents.

I took advantage of the fact that the rain had stopped, so I ran to her house to see what was wrong.

Almost every family in the countryside has a yard that is not too big or too small.

Although Mo Tong's family is the poorest second family in the village, it also has a small courtyard.

I leaned on the wall of her house and looked inside, but all I saw was a mess of legs. I couldn't see what was going on at all.

There was a faint energy-saving lamp in the old house, barely enough for me to tell that it was a human limb.

The thick horizontal wood on the beams of the house, fluttering red (the new house should be red, and the red and green cloth should be hung to indicate festivity).

I can't think of a house like this that would have this kind of mood.

The old hanging red was blown in the wind, along with the feet in black cloth shoes.

I was inexplicably a little out of breath, so I couldn't resist a probing gaze and deliberately opened my eyes.

Brown dry bones, inexplicable corpse spots, just lying quietly in a corner of the courtyard.

Exudes a terrifying busyness.

"Mom, Mom-------------------------" There are ghosts, I can't put it into words.

I always remember my grandmother's teaching, never come out of my mouth, and be careful of the ears that the wall has (you know).

In order to avoid misfortune from the mouth, even if the fear is extreme. I kept my mouth shut.

"Mom, I'm scared to death, she has ...... at home"

In order not to harm my mother, I still endured it and didn't say anything.

In a different word,

"Dirty 。。。。。。"

"Let's eat, and my mother will take you to see what is going on."

The small square table is a pickled vegetable (i.e., pickled vegetables) that my mother steps on with her feet.

Every winter, my mother would harvest the kind of "greens" that were almost as tall as a calf, with green leaves and snow-white stalks. Leave it on the early winter sun for a whole day.

Wash the vats and buy the salt of the seeds.

First spread a layer of cut "greens" in the jar, then sprinkled a layer of salt on top, and then my mother jumped into the jar barefoot.

Begin to trample rhythmically. Then

I could clearly see the cracks on the soles of my mother's feet.

Salt water burrowed through the cracks in the soles of his feet......

Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak-----------

Mom increased the horsepower and tried to make the dish flavorful.

Another dish is egg stew, and the old hen that my mother has worked hard to feed always has one egg a day.

I flipped the pork belly from the pickles and spooned half a bowl of stewed eggs.

The branched bones flashed in my mind repeatedly, and I inexplicably ate the fishy smell of pig blood from the meat.