Tu Ran looked helplessly at his grandmother frowning in pain, but he couldn't help at all. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The room is sunny, and the sun fills most of the room every afternoon. At this time, my grandmother was sick, so she closed the curtains in order to keep the house cool. Although the curtains were drawn, the windows were not closed for ventilation. The room was cool and cold, filled with a smell of medicine, and from time to time the wind lifted the curtains and cast a golden sunlight on the ground. The blazing sunlight shines through the window lattice, as if draped in the veil of the passage of time, becoming warm and warm.

The curtains rose and fell, and the golden sunlight spread out on the ground advanced and retreated. In this cool and quiet environment, Tu Ran suddenly remembered some stories that his grandmother told him a long, long time ago.

Those stories are about my grandmother's hometown - Huai'an.

Huai'an didn't mention it many times in her grandmother's mouth, but Tu Ran remembered it clearly.

Grandma said that there is a temple in Huai'an, and a pair of sisters are molded in the temple, which are golden and glowing at night. Huai'an's watermelons, which are strung together and hung on trees, are the size of a fist, and even the skin is sweet and sandy.

Such bizarre and bizarre things, grandma always said it with reason and evidence. Tu Ran was a little disagreeing. Watermelons are so likely to grow on trees! But every time she showed some doubts, Grandma would glare angrily: "What am I lying to you for?" You can go to Huai'an and see for yourself. See if what I'm saying is true! ”

Tu Ran rarely saw his grandmother speak so violently. I was too scared to speak at the moment. At this time, grandma's face will gradually soothe, and she will intermittently tell Tu Ran about her hometown Huai'an.

Every time this happens, grandma becomes awe-inspiring. After Tu Ran bumped into his grandmother a few times, he obediently shut up. Huai'an and Dage Village are different, and what will not happen in Dage Village may be commonplace in Huai'an. What Tu Ran didn't understand was that grandma at this time didn't need anyone to question it, all she needed was a quiet audience.

There is a city in Huai'an, which is my grandmother's hometown.

Grandma said that her father told her that when his father was young, the family lived in Huai'an. But where exactly is in Huai'an, Abba can't remember, only vaguely remembers that it seems to be in a city in Huai'an. Abba remembers most vividly that in the evening, there will be vendors selling sour plum soup and cloud cakes in the streets and alleys, shaking tambourines and walking along the bluestone road.

What is Cloud Cake? Tu Ran asked grandma.

Oh! How do I know? It wasn't me at that time. My Abba is only as old as you. Grandma said.

Tu Ran stopped talking. Sour plum soup should be a soup made of very sour plums, what is cloud cake? Slice into slices, cloud-like pastries?

Tu Ran was stunned and thought about the shape of the cloud. After a while, red horses, white rabbits, and gray puppies scrambled to emerge from Tu Ran's head. Tu Ran thought of the colorful and cute cloud cake, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Abba said that there are a lot of water swings in Huai'an. The water was swinging one after another, and it was full of fatty fish and prawns. A net was cast into it, and it was full, and it took two adults to lift it. Grandma continued.

At this moment, the golden sunlight outside the room sifted through the screen window, weaving a large golden net on the ground. Tu Ran stared at the "big net" on the ground, as if those fish and shrimp would jump out of the net.

Then I will go to Huai'an, not the Great Northern Wilderness. Tu Ran looked at the fish and shrimp in the golden net, and interjected in a daze.

Where is the Great Northern Wilderness? Grandma couldn't help but ask curiously.

O Northeast! Brother Xiaolong said that if you swing in the water with a basket there, you can swing a basket of fish. I think that's a really good place. I'm going to live there when I'm older. Tu Ran said.

When you grow up, you'll definitely be fished out. Where's your turn! Grandma said without being salty.

Then I'll go to Huai'an. Tu Ran said unconvinced. There are also fish, shrimp and crabs in Dage Village, but the amount is too small. Sometimes there are brave people who use the soil method to blow up the river, and the fried fish are all finger-length small fish, and few weigh one or two pounds. Fish or something is a relatively rare thing in Dage Village. Therefore, the young Tu Ran felt that the Great Northern Wilderness, where he could go down in a basket to pick up fatty fish, was a rare good place in the world.

All these years have passed, and I don't know if those scenes in Huai'an are still there. Grandma said with some sadness.

Outside the door, the leaves of the palm trees fluttered gently in the wind. The shadow fell to the ground, forming a large circle of sharp swords. The tip of the sword is pointing outwards and the hilt is joined together. When the wind came, the huge parted leaves fluttered up and down, reflecting the scorching sunlight, and even the shadows cast seemed to flutter.

Grandma, have you lived in Huai'an? Tu Ran asked.

Nope! Grandma said with a long sigh of relief. When I grew up, our family was not in Huai'an.

So where did you live before? Tu Ran continued to ask. She knew that her grandmother was not a local, but she didn't know where she came from.

I don't remember. There seems to be a mountain in that place, too. It's not Huai'an anyway. Huai'an has no mountains. There is no end in sight. It's all meocre. Grandma picked up scissors and cut a piece of black stiff cloth and said.

There are no mountains in Huai'an? Tu Ran's eyes widened in surprise. The village of Dage is surrounded by mountains. Tu Ran thinks that the outside world is similar to that of Dage Village. She had never known that there were still places in the world without mountains. What should that look like, Tu Ran chewed on what his grandmother said and couldn't see his head at a glance, imagining the feeling of unobstructed vision.

No. Huai'an is a plain. It's mediocre everywhere. Grandma calmly spoke of this fact. After pondering for a while, my grandmother continued, and my father also said that when they were young, they used to use reed rods to catch shrimp. The shrimp is stupid, and one catch is accurate.

Can you catch shrimp with a reed pole? Tu Ran asked. There are also reeds growing along the river in Dage Village, and they have also broken the reeds to absorb water and drink, but Tu Ran didn't know that the reeds had such a "weird" use.

Yes. Just tie a thread and hang a bent needle. Grandma didn't lift her head.

A gust of hot wind rushed through the door with dust, blowing so hard that he could barely open his eyes.

Eyes narrowed. Tu Ran complained while rubbing his eyes.

Don't rub it. I'll blow it out for you. Grandma put down the work in her hand, pulled Tu Ran, and blew softly. Blowing so that the eyelashes trembled and trembled.

Tu Ran forgot how many noons there were that quietly spoken. The summer is hot, and at noon, Mom and Dad and Grandpa take a nap at home. Only two people were awake in the huge house. One is Tu Ran, and the other is grandma. At this time, grandma would open the kitchen door and tell Tu Ran something about Huai'an. The reason why I chose the kitchen is because the kitchen is shady and has a hallway, which is much cooler than a steamer-like hall.