The village chief was not at home, but the village chief's wife was at home, so she could naturally recognize Chen Mo and happily handed over the key to him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Aunt Wang originally planned to call Wang Xinyi to help clean up, but Chen Mo didn't want to trouble others too much, so she refused Aunt Wang and returned to Uncle Mei's house alone.

When he opened the gate, the yard was still the same as he remembered, but there were a lot of weeds and the wall tiles had become a little old.

This is the place that Chen Mo is most familiar with, he has spent most of his life here, even if he hasn't been here for a few years, Chen Mo has a clear understanding of the pattern. The things in the yard are not in a hurry to be cleaned up, so the things in the house are packed up first. The old things that can't be used can be thrown away in the backyard first, and then bought later if needed, and you just need to make do with it for the day today.

However, the quilt was covered with dust and could no longer be used, which was a problem that needed to be solved immediately.

The county seat is not far from the village, and you can get there in half an hour by car, and you can go directly to buy a quilt and come back. After tidying up the house a little, Chen Mo locked the door and took a taxi to the county seat, bought quilts and prepared some daily necessities, and when he came back, the time was almost five o'clock.

After Uncle Mei died, the house was sealed, and the things inside had not been touched, all of them were the way Chen Mo remembered, and even the book thrown on the bed in his bedroom had not changed much. This made Chen Mo feel a little emotional, but he didn't know what to sigh about.

After putting away the things he bought, Chen Mo walked around the various rooms. He lived on the second floor, in a room to the south. The south side is cloudy, and there is not much sunlight on weekdays. Chen Mo doesn't like sunlight very much, he thinks it's very dazzling. Uncle Mei's bedroom is on the third floor, but he occasionally lives in the attic. He loves to bask in the sun and look at the stars. Uncle Mei felt that the sky could give him a very reassuring feeling, but he would not run to the rooftop to continue to feel when it was hailing, from this point of view, Uncle Mei was a very normal person with brains.

At the same time, Uncle Mei is also a somewhat shameless person, Chen Mo was surprised why words such as shameless, despicable, and shameless would be derogatory.

Although Uncle Mei doesn't like to read books and read newspapers and sleep more, and likes to grab Chen Mo's snacks to eat, he definitely deserves the title of "smart". Whether a person has a brain or not is not proved by the test paper, not by the answer to the question, or by the amount of knowledge. Most of the time, you only need to hear a person's conversation to determine whether that person has a brain.

Uncle Mei, on the other hand, is the kind of person who will think he is very old-fashioned when he listens to a sentence, he will feel very pedantic when he listens to a few words, and he will find that he is very knowledgeable when he listens more. Compared with those who rely on books to see the world, the world in Uncle Mei's eyes is simpler and more accurate.

In the past, Chen Mo liked to chat with Uncle Mei very much, and went to talk to him about some conflicts between the two people's thoughts. In fact, it can't be said to be a conflict, Chen Mo has been taking care of Uncle Mei since he can remember, Uncle Mei has already taught Chen Mo all his own thoughts in those sparse and ordinary days, but Chen Mo was a child at that time, he will be exposed to a lot of new things, generate a lot of new ideas, and questions. He needs someone to tell him what is right and what is wrong, why there is no right or wrong, and where is the standard of human beings if there is no right or wrong?

Chen Mo is very lucky, although Uncle Mei is a drinker, a gambler, and likes to beat people, he is a rare wise man who can answer his doubts.

In many cases, the wise are equivalent to intellectual retardation, because many people see the wise as "saints" rather than wise men, or simply "leaders". Chen Mo didn't know what a person with great wisdom was like, but Chen Mo knew that he would definitely not be a good person.

In the long river of time, there may have been saints who did not want to step on flowers, and there may have been manibalistic madmen, but absolutely, absolutely - there are no good people.

How hard is it to be a good person...... Chen Mo knew very well. So he'd rather be a madman than try to be a good person.

When Chen Mo was six or seven years old, he liked to go to the wine cellar to play, because it was very spacious and dark. He likes spaces where there is no light, which gives him a sense of security.

When he was a child, Uncle Mei didn't let him drink, but Chen Mo still drank it secretly, and after drinking, he found that he was not interested in wine, so he gradually forgot the taste of those wines in the wine cellar. It wasn't until he was fifteen years old that he realized how good the wine in the cellar was, and why Uncle Mei liked it so much.

Since then, Chen Mo has preferred to stay in the wine cellar.

There is a lot of wine in the wine cellar, Chen Mo and Uncle Mei can't drink it at all, plus someone will come to deliver wine every year, and the wine in the wine cellar is piling up more and more. Although there is a lot of wine, Uncle Mei never gives it to outsiders, he is very picky, more than Chen Mo.

Chen Mo came to the wine cellar, which was still the same, with boxes and boxes of wine piled up. There was no label on these wines, and Chen Mo didn't know what kind of wine it was. This wine has a peculiar taste and is unlike any other wine I have ever drunk.

The cellar was dusty, it looked dilapidated after no one had cleaned it for years, and some of the corners were covered with cobwebs, and it would take a while to clean it up.

Taking out a bottle of wine casually, Chen Mo walked out of the wine cellar. Anyway, this place will have to be cleaned up sooner or later, and it won't be too late.

Walking up to the attic, taking out the old chair that Uncle Mei often sat on from the attic, and removing the dust on it, Chen Mo leaned on the old chair, drinking and looking down at the land where he had lived for several years, and those familiar buildings and familiar mountains.

In the blink of an eye, the wine in the bottle had been drunk, and the sky was officially dark.

The time was almost seven o'clock, but Chen Mo felt that he had just sat down. It's an illusion, a very emotional illusion.

Chen Mo got up, left the rooftop, and left the courtyard, he still had something to do.

When she was a child, Wang Xinyi liked to come out on a summer night to buy an ice cream to eat, and over time, this very common thing became a kind of sick persistence, anyway, no matter whether others open a store or not, the weather is suitable for going out, she Wang Xinyi must ......

Go out! Door! Buy! Snow! Cake!!!

And the time is constant, just at seven o'clock. For this reason, the owner of the commissary would often wait for Wang Xinyi to come, and for a long time he had already developed an unusually firm revolutionary friendship with this little girl.

Today, it is no exception.

Wang Xinyi went out at seven o'clock, arrived at five o'clock at seven o'clock, and went home at seven o'clock, which is her usual acting time.

It's just that when she came home, she met an unexpected person.

"You...... Why are you here? Wang Xinyi looked at Chen Mo in front of her very nervously.

"Remember?" Chen Mo asked a question that was not a problem, "Three years ago, it was here that you led someone to beat me. ”

"I apologize!" Wang Xinyi shouted, "If you dare to touch me!" I called for help...... I'll just shout indecent! ”

"You shouted before, it's useless, forgot?" Chen Mo had a calm face.

"I ...... You can't hit me anyway! It's been so long, and you, a big man, are still struggling with a weak girl! ”

"Originally, I wanted to take care of it, but if you apologize, I won't care." Chen Mo smiled.

Wang Xinyi was stunned.

"Do you know where Uncle Mei is buried? I don't really want to ask people, it's most natural to ask you. Chen Mo asked.

Wang Xinyi thought for about ten seconds: "I'll take you there, I can't say a few words, it's quite far from here." ”

"Hmm."

It was late at night, and Chen Mo was standing alone in front of Uncle Mei's grave.

He had been standing for two hours, only silent and not saying a word.

Chen Mo is not good at words, and you can feel this from his name. But at this moment, he had a lot to say, but he didn't say it. To whom? The one who could hear was already buried in the earth, and the corpse was so rotten that it was impossible to hear him.

And against a tombstone...... Seriously, Chen Mo would rather sing the eighteen bends of the mountain road than talk to himself in front of the grave, he felt that this was too stupid.

It's stupid from any angle. Although Chen Mo is willing to be stupid many times, he only doesn't want to be stupid in front of Uncle Mei.

Though...... Uncle Mei is dead.

In the early hours of the morning, Chen Mo returned home. He's not sleepy, but he's going to sleep, and he's got something to do tomorrow.

Man can never change what happened yesterday unless that thing itself did not happen.

Making the bed and burrowing into the quilt, Chen Mo fell asleep with a somewhat heavy heart.