There is a gardenia planted behind the bamboo fence, at this moment after the rain, the snow-white and elegant flowers are blooming, fragrant,

After Chen Xiaoyu brushed her teeth and washed her face, she brought a small bamboo chair from the house and sat under the shade of the tree fanning her handkerchief to watch the scenery.

Meowth squatted next to her, her eyes narrowed into a slit.

For this place, Chen Xiaoyu only vaguely remembers that in the early 90s, her grandmother's house moved away, and a few years later, this place became a fast passage across the south and north of the city.

"If I'm not wrong, we'll be here in a few years, and we'll be a cement overpass with no grass." She said to herself.

Meow Meow's blue eyes looked at her suspiciously.

This ordinary alley Moli courtyard hidden in the old city, bluestone paving, white walls and black tiles, a row of bamboo fences around the courtyard, and a tall banyan tree in the patio, the branches are luxuriant, lush, and green.

Chen Xiaoyu took a handkerchief and fanned Xiaofeng'er, thinking about the next few days.

Now she is 11 years old, and she has just seen it in the mirror, and she is still a little girl with pigtails, with a round face and dark eyes, and she is still the cute appearance in the photo when she was a child.

"Xiaoyu." Someone behind her called her name, and when she looked back, it was an old lady about the same age as her grandmother.

Chen Xiaoyu couldn't remember what her surname was, so she only called out, "Hello grandma." ”

The old lady held a bamboo basket in her arm, in which were placed cucumbers, tomatoes, eggplants, and the green leaves of the bracken poked their heads out of the edge of the bamboo basket, and the two crucian carp were jumping in the basket, humming and about to jump out, as if they had just returned from buying vegetables.

"This girl is much thinner." The old lady looked her up and down and sighed, "How are you doing today?" ”

Chen Xiaoyu nodded and replied, "Much better." ”

"Oh, that's good, but your face is still a little yellow, have you had breakfast?"

"No, I'm late." Xiaoyu said embarrassedly.

"That's right, the fritters I just bought, eat a little less"

Only then did Chen Xiaoyu notice that the old lady was holding a chopstick in her other hand, wearing seven or eight fried golden butter sticks.

"Oh, Mrs. Deng, you're welcome." Chen Xiaoyu's grandmother came out of the room when she heard the sound, holding a small bench in one hand and a bamboo rice basket in the other.

"Hey, what's this? Xiaoyu looked much better today. The old lady spoke softly and behaved softly, if it weren't for the vegetable basket in her hand, Chen Xiaoyu would have thought that she must be a teacher from some school.

Grandma nodded, glanced at Xiaoyu, and stopped talking.

"Nong, let's have breakfast in the house first." Grandma instructed Xiaoyu, she bent down and poured the edamame on the ground, buckled the rice ladle on the ground, shook out a few vegetable leaves, and then straightened up and said to Mrs. Deng, "I bought so many vegetables today, is it to treat you?" ”

Mrs. Deng immediately stretched her eyebrows, with a smile in her eyes, "The eldest grandson is coming back, hurry up and buy some food, the child likes to eat the fried crucian carp with green onions that I roasted the most." I queued for more than an hour, but I was able to buy a few live fish. ”

"I said. Now Nong is going to be happy, it's been a long time since Chenguang has seen him come back. ”

"Yes, it's been almost half a year, and I went to his grandmother's house for the Spring Festival this year, and I couldn't come back."

Chen Xiaoyu entered the house, opened the water chestnut-colored cupboard, found a white porcelain bowl, put a bowl of porridge in the pot, and ate the porridge with the red square tofu on the dining table.

The old-fashioned houses don't have good lighting, and the windows are blocked by the big trees in the patio, which adds a bit of coolness.

A ray of sunlight passed through the gaps in the leaves, shining obliquely on the carved window lattice, and fine dust flew.

Whose radio is playing Peking Opera, squeaking and singing, "I stood on the city tower and watched the mountain scenery, and I heard the commotion outside the city, waving the flag and flipping the shadow, but it turned out to be a soldier sent by Sima......"

Chen Xiaoyu picked a little red bean curd and put it in her mouth, the taste of salty and sweet mixture, swirling on the tip of her tongue, listening to the two old ladies at the door chatting about the day, talking about which vegetables in the vegetable market are cheap and fresh, and Mrs. Deng asked her grandmother how to pickle duck eggs at home.

The conversation outside suddenly subdued.

"Mrs. Deng, you can give her a pulse again, I don't think it's right." Grandma hesitated for a moment and said.

"How?"

"She just asked about her dad and mom, and she didn't seem to remember anything."

"Oh."

Chen Xiaoyu was eating, her heart tightened, and the rice bowl in her hand almost slipped to the ground.

"Okay, I'll take a look." Grandma Deng said thoughtfully.

"Xiaoyu, are you done eating?" Grandma called her at the door. Chen Xiaoyu agreed and hurriedly went out, standing on the edge of the pool, ready to wash the dishes.

"You put it first." Grandma said, "Stretch out your hand and give Mrs. Deng a pulse." After thinking about it, she explained, "Your illness is cured, and Mrs. Deng understands Chinese medicine." ”

"Okay." Xiaoyu obediently stretched out her wrist and gave the old lady a pulse.

Grandma Deng's fingers were on the inch of her wrist, and before she could sink her fingers, she felt a little strength in her veins, but it didn't seem to be anything unusual. I changed my hand and picked it up again, but I still didn't feel that there was anything wrong, but when I thought about it, I felt that it was wrong.

This vein is like a sleek, a little sluggish, indescribable, unclear, Mrs. Deng encountered such a situation for the first time, and she muttered for a long time without speaking.

"How?" Grandma asked nervously.

Grandma Deng raised her eyes and stared at Chen Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu also looked at her with wide eyes.

After a long time, Grandma Deng said slowly, "It's not a big deal, I'm just curing after the illness, my spleen and stomach are weak, and I can eat some light recuperation for a while." After a pause, she added, "More activities are also conducive to recovery." ”

Grandma breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "Xiaoyu, you go and wash the dishes, Grandma Deng said you still have to move more."

Xiaoyu said yes to wash the dishes, and Meow Meow followed her.

"Is it really okay?" Grandma lowered her voice. "She doesn't remember ......"

"It's okay if you don't remember." Grandma Deng comforted, "I don't remember that she will be better, there is a saying in Western medicine called psychogenic temporary amnesia, which is a kind of self-protection." It'll be fine after a while, so you let her slow down first. ”

"Yes." Grandma Deng gossiped a few more words with her grandmother and left, and her grandmother sat on a small bench with edamame in her hand in a daze.

"Grandma, where's the dish soap?" Chen Xiaoyu asked.

"What?"

"Oh. Never mind. Xiaoyu remembered that there was no dish soap at that time, and she didn't know what every household used to remove oil.

In the bungalow opposite, the door creaked open, and a young man came out, rubbing his eyes and yawning as he asked, "Mom, is breakfast still there?" ”

"If you don't get hungry, you won't get up." Grandma lowered her head and peeled edamame.

"I slept late last night." The man didn't care, he looked up and saw Chen Xiaoyu who was wiping the bowl with a rag by the pool, and he paused, "Xiaoyu, are you up?" Is it better? ”

Chen Xiaoyu recognized it as her little uncle Chen Wenhui, who seemed to be only 18 or 9 years old.

"Little Uncle is early. It's a little better. Xiaoyu called him in a low voice.

"Oh, that's good. That's good. He looked at her carefully, reached out and rubbed Xiaoyu's hair, moved his lips, didn't say anything, and then, squatting down, helping his mother peel edamame.

Chen Xiaoyu went into the house to help Wen Hui with porridge, and heard the little uncle outside say to his grandmother dissatisfied. "Mom, don't be angry. I really don't want to go to the factory in this street. ”

"You don't want to go to the carton factory, where are you going? Can people of our kind get into state-owned factories and military factories? Grandma's voice was helpless and anxious.

"I didn't want to go to a state-owned factory, I didn't want to go to a military factory, and I didn't want to go to a carton factory. Wen Hui muttered.

"So what do you want to do? Is this how I mess around every day, sleep until nine or ten o'clock in the morning, and come back at eleven or two o'clock at night, I don't know what to do, and now this situation at home ......" Grandma said halfway and didn't continue.

"Mom, Daddy has talked about these things, and I'll talk about them again." Wen Hui complained impatiently, "Daddy doesn't know me, and Mom doesn't know me." ”

"What do I know? You don't think there's enough going on at home. Grandma sighed deeply and took the edamame in the little uncle's hand, "Don't peel it, go wash your face and brush your teeth to eat, and you'll have lunch again in a while." ”

"Mom, isn't Xiaoyu okay?" Chen Wenhui asked.

"It's good."

Chen Wenhui came out with a toothbrush and towel, stood on the edge of the pool and washed his face and brushed his teeth, his brows furrowed, listless, and full of concern. "Little uncle, it's time to eat." Chen Xiaoyu handed him the dishes and chopsticks, he took them in his hand absentmindedly, did not eat, was silent for a while, and sighed, "Mom, if you think I am eating idle at home, then I will go to the carton factory." ”

When he said this, the expression on his face was sad and aggrieved, and there seemed to be tears flashing in his eyes.

"No one dislikes you. Don't think about it. Grandma said angrily.

"Hmm." Chen Wenhui seemed to let go of his heart at this time, lowered his head and began to eat in large gulps, he was obviously hungry, a big blue-edged bowl of hot rice, and after a while, it bottomed out, and he didn't even eat tofu.

"Mom," Wen Hui called weakly.

"What is there to talk about?"

Wen Hui handed the empty bowl to Chen Xiaoyu, who was still standing behind him, wiped his mouth, hesitated, and said, "Guess who I met last night?" ”

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