"Dad, I'm back. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Chen Chuan put down his schoolbag and shouted, and his mother's indistinct whisper came from the house: "Chuan Wa'er, your sister called you back to see her......"

Chen Chuan hurriedly opened the curtain hanging at the door and walked in, his mother's dull gaze was fixed on the photo with a black frame and white background, and she was wearing a washed and white shirt. She patted her thighs mechanically again and again, her tone was muffled and sticky, as if there were many unspeakable things hidden in it: "Chuan Wa'er, your sister said you are back......"

"Mom, Mom, I'm Chuan Wa'er." Before, Chen Chuan urged his father to take his mother back, but now when he saw her, he was only left with familiar tiredness and unknown boredom that he couldn't talk about. He put down his bag, slowly walked to his mother's side and squatted down, and buried his head in the lap of his chaotic mother: "I'm right here, why can't you see me?" ”

The young man's soft words were drowned out in the woman's murmured voice.

"Dad, are you going to pick up your mother?" In the evening, Chen Chuan and his father Chen Aiguo sat at their small low table to eat, and he took a chopstick and put the pepper back into his bowl, "Where is Mom?" ”

Chen Aiguo took a sip of wine, "Stay in the hospital in Zhangtang." He peeled the peanuts, "I only went to pick them up yesterday." The man's expression was hidden in the shadows, and Chen Chuan could only see a general idea: "You don't care about this." ”

The father and son ate quietly for a while, and Chen Aiguo suddenly asked: "What is SARS, what is it?" ”

Chen Chuan held the rice bowl and said vaguely: "I don't have anything." He pulled the rice chop clean and stood up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Chen Aiguo was silent for a while and said, "It's so fierce on TV." ”

Chen Chuan said in the stove room: "It's a bit fierce. ”

Chen Aiguo said again: "Your school is isolated? ”

"I called."

"Why don't you come back first?"

After Chen Chuan finished washing the dishes, he came out with wet hands and grabbed a dry towel, "How is it possible." He laughed and said, "We were all sent away." ”

Chen Aiguo lit a cigarette, "The people in the brigade told me, it's scary." He crouched on the threshold and looked at the deep night, and said in a leisurely voice: "There should be a phone at the head of the house." ”

"It's expensive." Chen Chuan walked out and squatted beside his father.

"You'll call back next time."

The canopy was upside down, and the twinkling stars were scattered all over the sky, lining the deep night. The wind that travels through the valley carries the fragrance of rice, and the scorching air of the day is now refreshing and cool with water vapor.

Chen Aiguo dragged a cool board and threw it into the yard, Chen Chuan pulled the mat off the bed and spread it on it, and the father and son were one by one. Chen Aiguo suddenly said: "Are you cold? Take the bed towel out and get out. ”

"It's so hot to cover." Chen Chuan didn't want to move. "Dad, are you cold?"

Lying down and smoking a cigarette, Chen Aiguo sat up and stepped on rubber shoes into the house, and when he came out with a thin quilt on the bed, he could already hear Chen Chuan's gentle breathing.

The boy curled up in a ball and cowered in the far corner of the bed.

"Hey, I said it wasn't cold, it was so cold that it shrunk into a ball." Chen Aiguo shook off the quilt and wrapped his son, as if he felt warmth, Chen Chuan clicked his mouth childishly in his deep sleep.

Song Jiamo asked her mother to go back to her grandmother's house. Father Song Chu said: "You know how to play when you go back, right?" Nobody cares, you're going to heaven. ”

Song Jia was immediately unhappy, "When did I not do my homework?" I went back to my grandmother's house to help my grandmother. ”

Li Xia couldn't see that her son was wronged, so she immediately agreed: "Okay, I'll call your grandmother, and I'll ask your father to send you back tomorrow." ”

"I'll ride by myself." Song Jia said.

Li Xia said: "There are a lot of people on the bus who are crowded and uncomfortable. ”

"One person at a time, and it's at high speed, what's uncomfortable." Song Chu threw the newspaper on the coffee table, "It's okay for him to take the car by himself." He felt that his son was also a teenager, "You can't always do everything, and your parents will follow you." ”

Li Xia rarely stood on the same front with her husband this time: "Okay, pack your things, and your mother will take you to the station tomorrow." ”

She remembered that every time she sent Song Jia back to her hometown, the gasoline money and tolls added up, and it was redundant to take a bus to take a round-trip.

Song Jia followed her grandmother to the vegetable market, and walked around several times without seeing Chen Chuan. On the way back, he looked unhappy.

"Why isn't Jiajia happy?" Grandma felt that Song Jia was in a bad mood and asked with her hand.

"Nothing ......," Song Jia replied with his head drooping.

"Are you really okay??"

"It's okay, it's okay." Song Jia was afraid that her grandmother would ask again, so she quickly pulled the topic away: "Did the third brother call home?" As soon as the words came out, he knew it was not good.

The old man's face immediately darkened.

Song Jia held her grandmother's hand and was speechless.

"Hanhan didn't dare to call us back." Grandma was silent for a long time and sighed. "Why is that baby so stubborn, his mother cried several times......"

"Where's my uncle?" Song Jia asked softly.

“…… They are father and son, and they were rivals in their last life......"

Only a sigh remained.

A few days later, a relative from the countryside came to deliver new rice, and my grandmother was very happy to accept it.

While her grandmother was chatting with the guests, Song Jia circled around the rice bag a few times, and she couldn't see what the benefits of the new rice were.

Grandfather Li Maoshen took off his reading glasses and beckoned him to sit down: "Jiajia come and eat fruit." ”

Song Jia obediently sat beside his grandfather, absentmindedly ate the washed grapes, and after eating a few, he couldn't help it, "Grandpa, the countryside is very busy now?" Song Jia vaguely remembered that the news broadcast said that it was the summer harvest at this time.

"Hmm." Li Maoshen worked as a farmer in his early years, and he knew things in the field clearly: "I was busy harvesting grain and packing grain. ”

"Oh......" Song Jia asked half-incomprehensibly, "why don't you use a tractor?" "He grew up in the city, and he knew about agricultural machinery as a tractor, or he read picture books as a child.

The relatives laughed, "Ueda and Lower Khamle," the man said with a hearty smile, "the tractor can't climb up!" ”

The countryside is full of rolling hills and river valleys, and the so-called mechanized agriculture is no match for the terraced sloping fields that are layered in reality. Farmers have inherited farming practices that have been practiced for thousands of years, and the bullock is still an important asset and an indispensable helper in the countryside.

"I thought it was all tractors......" Song Jia muttered childishly. Then he asked, "So you're busy right now, aren't you?" ”

The relative nodded: "Yes, the little baby has to help." After speaking, he smiled again, "Jiajia is a baby in the city, maybe I haven't seen what it's like to be busy now?" ”

This time, Song Jia became interested: "I haven't seen it, but I've watched TV." He ate a grape, "I think it's a lot of grain, and then the harvester is gone." ”

It's completely childlike and innocent. The adults around laughed. Grandpa Song Jia rarely smiled, and he said to the young man: "Jiajia is a baby in the city, and he doesn't understand these things when you tell him." ”

Song Jia was unhappy when he heard it: "Grandpa, how do you know that I don't understand?" I've also sold vegetables! After speaking, he suddenly glanced at his grandfather Li Maoshen's face, and secretly said that it was not good.

"When did you go to sell vegetables?" Li Maoshen asked with a frown.

"During the Chinese New Year, I had a classmate ......," Song Jia said hesitantly, "I thought it was fun to help him......"

Li Maoshen's face was much soothed, in their eyes, the teenage Song Jia was still the age of a child. So he said lightly: "It's a good thing to help your classmates." "I don't care about it.

Song Jia's grandmother clapped her hands, "No wonder Jiajia, you are thinking about going to the vegetable market every day." ”

The old man didn't think about it so much, Song Jia, who was born in the city, had a natural curiosity about the countryside, and there was nothing strange about it.

After being quiet for a while, Song Jia couldn't stay idle, and he asked his relatives: "Where is your home?" ”

Grandma said angrily: "Jiajia, you don't know where your third uncle lives." He smiled and explained to his relatives: "Jiajia hasn't seen his uncle yet?" ”

Relatives hurriedly waved their hands. He knew that in these days, relatives and children like them didn't know about it anymore, let alone interacted with it, let alone Li Maoshen's family, who had moved into the city for almost half a century. It is a great thing for me to have a relative in the city who can do things, so I smiled at Song Jia's grandmother in a humble way: "Eh, I haven't moved around for a long time, Jiajia and their generation will definitely not be recognized." Then he turned to Song Jia and said, "Our family is triangular. ”

"Triangle, ......" Song Jia muttered to himself, holding a grape in his hand and stunned.

Grandma remembered that Song Jia asked about the triangle during the winter vacation, and asked with a casual smile: "Does Jiajia want to play?" ”

Song Jia was stunned for a moment and was about to shake his head, when he suddenly remembered something and paused: "Well, I want to play for a few days." ”

The relatives smiled and said, "The conditions are not as good as in the city......

Song Jia hurriedly said that it was okay, it was okay.

Grandma hesitated, "Jiajia, it's not as good as in the city," she said a little worriedly, "and there is no air conditioning." ”

Song Jia waved his hand, "Oh, I'm not going to blow the air conditioner." He and his grandmother coquettish: "Grandma, I'm going, I haven't been to the ......."

Grandpa spoke beside him: "If he wants to go, let him go, and exercise hard." ”

Song Jia was so happy that he wanted to jump up, and immediately grinned and showed his big teeth.

Grandma is not happy, the youngest baby bump in the family is afraid of melting in her mouth, holding it in her hand for fear of falling, she has never suffered a little bit since she was a child, and now she suddenly said that she wants to go to the countryside. The old man's face immediately pulled down: "It's so small, what are you exercising?" ”

"The baby in the city, I'm afraid he won't be able to tell the difference between leeks and garlic seedlings in the future!" Grandpa threw his reading glasses on the coffee table, looked up and said to his relatives: "Jiajia will go up by car tomorrow, and you can go to the station to pick him up then." ”

After the relatives left, my grandmother sat alone and sulked. Song Jia hugged her grandmother's shoulder and coquettishly said: "Eh, I'll go for a few days, and I won't be back for a long time, grandma......"

"You baby, you haven't suffered hardship, how can you play in the countryside!" Grandma turned her head to see that Song Jia's grimace couldn't hold back the corners of her mouth and began to laugh, and said worriedly: "It's very hard, do you think there is a computer and an air conditioner?" There are many mosquitoes and flies......"

"Oh, I know." Song Jia smiled sweetly, afraid that her grandmother would regret it temporarily: "I have a classmate in the triangle, I want to go to see him by the way." ”

This reassured my grandmother. "Well, pack your things tonight, and grandma will take you to the station tomorrow."