Many years later, Chen Chuan thought he had forgotten the village of his memory. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is a small village that is no different from any mountain village in southern Sichuan, according to the division of the past years, the locals used to call it the brigade rather than a certain village, the village has about 100 people, and since the beginning of the nineties, more and more young people have left this isolated and poor village, some will not come back, and some will return here after a few years to build a small red brick two-story building, which is in stark contrast to those old houses built with bluestone strips.

Every year, after the small man, the fragrance of new rice suddenly wafts in the terraced fields. The green rice waves all over the mountains are indeed picturesque and often attract the admiration of the people in the city, but for the young Chen Chuan, it only means that the hard work will begin again. In those endless hours, the young Chen Chuan followed his father against the scorching sun, **** back to get up early and greedy for darkness, but in order to grab the harvest and grab the seeds.

Twenty-three-year-old Chen Chuan remained motionless.

At his feet, the green rice waves rise and fall, and as far as the eye can see, there are layers of terraced rice fields. Halfway through July, it is the time for early rice heading. Occasionally, you can see farmers working barefoot.

The sound of the wind passing through the valley swept through the young man's ears, and he seemed to hear a hoarse shout: "Chuan Wa'er, Chuan Wa'er, your father called you to go down to the field......

In 2002, Xiaoman has passed, and the summer solstice has not yet arrived.

"Chuan Wa'er, what are you doing? Deaf? Your dad called you for a long time, didn't you hear it? Chen Xiangqian slapped away the crumbling dilapidated door panel, he brought some rare reserve of a farmer, and his eyes wandered through the dim earthen tile room, only to see Chen Chuan's mother staring at Chen Zhaodi's photo as usual in a daze, and spat out angrily. Chen Chuan,, you? ”

"My son, my son...... Chen Chuan, Chuan Wa'er, where are you, your sister is going to die! The woman cried without warning, and she stretched out her rough and shriveled hands to hold the black-and-white framed photograph, and rolled in the untiled room, and the hen, which had been eating leisurely, screamed and flapped her wings and jumped up to the threshold.

"What do you have to be crazy about, your baby has been dead for years." Chen Xiangqian had to exit the house, he stood at the door with his crossed hands, and kicked the slow-moving hen by the way, "Your man is looking for Chuan Wa'er." ”

"What are you doing?" The young man's impatient voice came from outside the house, "What's wrong with my mother?" ”

"Chuan Wa'er, your mother is going crazy again." Chen Xiangqian shook his head, saw Chen Chuan jumping from the ridge to the bluestone avenue with a basket on his shoulder, he rubbed the mud on the sole of his rubber shoes, and saw Chen Xiangqian standing at the door in a hurry, raising his head and shouting: "Third father (third uncle), what are you doing?" ”

"Your dad called you, I don't know what's going on, you can go and see for yourself."

"Where's my dad?"

"Brigade."

Chen took two steps forward and retreated, Chen Chuan wiped the mud and simply took off his shoes and stood barefoot in the yard, scooping a scoop of water in the water tank and flushing his feet, and put clean sandals next to him. Chen Xiangqian shouted to him, "Chuan Wa'er, did your father pay back the money when he said it?" ”

Chen Chuan lifted his eyelids and slipped around. The fifteen or sixteen-year-old figure has not yet grown, and the shoulder blades are supported by an oversized vest. "I don't know."

"I don't know if it's all over. Hey, tell your dad, five or six months, when is he going to return? Chen Xiangqian muttered forward, "You don't know how year you will finish reading that book." You don't have any money in your house. ”

"Nian Nian, I'm afraid that he won't pay back his hundreds of dollars." Chen Chuan threw the scoop back into the water tank and slammed it on the rim.

Chen Chuan's mother in the house was alarmed by the sound, and she cried again.

"Mom, I'm Chuan Wa'er," Chen Chuan skillfully dragged his mother up from the ground, placed her in the bamboo chair with quick movements, turned around and pulled the towel that was so polished that only a piece of cloth was left to wipe off the dust on the woman's face.

The woman was stunned and let her son clean up.

The enamel face plate with Double Happiness printed on the basin stand leaked a hole, and it was later repaired when I rushed to the market, and the originally flat and smooth basin bottom had an extra concave and convex place.

This basin was bought by Chen Zhaodi's family when she was about to get married, and she was originally prepared to give the boss as a dowry, but later Chen Zhaodi drank pesticides, and other large things were exchanged for Chen Chuan's tuition, leaving only a basin, and after careful calculation, it was also used for five or six years.

"I'll go find Dad, you are hungry and there is soup and rice in the stove, remember to eat it yourself." Chen Chuan went out to ask, and the woman didn't know if she heard it, so she slowly stretched out her hand and hugged the black photo frame.

The girl in the photo is smiling.

Chen Chuan turned down the bluestone ladder, Chen Aiguo squatted at the entrance of the brigade department with red bricks and black tiles, and the cigarette filter under his feet spilled on the ground.

"Dad." Chen Chuan screamed softly.

"Chuan Wa'er." The wrinkles on the middle-aged man's face were as deep as a knife and an axe. He extinguished the half-smoked cigarette and put it in his pocket. "You've been informed." There was no joy on his face.

“…… Oh. Chen Chuan stood still.

"What do you want to do, do you want to study?"

"I don't have any money for the house."

"You don't care."

"The third father shouted to you to pay back."

"You don't care."

"Tuition is expensive."

"Lots of words."

“…… Think. ”

Chen Chuan lowered his head.

"Go to the notice for yourself and remember to sign up when the time comes." Chen Aiguo took out the half-smoked cigarette and searched for matches all over his body, "Chuan Wa'er, did you bring the fire?" ”

Chen Chuan walked over, squatted down beside his father, took out a match, and struck one, and the flames were rising. He held his hand over to block the wind, and carefully blocked it and sent it over to light a cigarette for his father.

Green smoke curls.

"You doll is amazing, you have the key points in the exam." Chen Aiguo's big hand pressed on the top of his son's soft hair and snorted a few times, he stared at the green rice field not far away, "Better than your father." ”

Chen Chuan put his hands on his knees, he lowered his head and hummed lowly.

It was July 2002. The weather is not too hot, the high school entrance examination is over, Chen Chuan is helping farmers at home, I don't know whether to wait for the thin admission letter in anticipation or fear. On the one hand, he felt that it was actually the best to fail the exam, and he was exempt from a lot of torture, but on the other hand, he was unwilling, compared to the fate of going to work after junior high school, he was still more willing to stay in a clean and bright classroom, even if the annual tuition fee made his father rack his brains.

Chen Chuan soaked in the fields throughout the summer vacation, and the scorching sun left a distinct mark on the young man's immature back. This year, Chen Chuan's nose has always been surrounded by the fragrance of summer rice, so that many years later, when he buys rice, he will subconsciously smell it.

I don't know how my father negotiated with his relatives, or because of that glamorous notice, half a month before the start of school, Chen Aiguo told Chen Chuan lightly after dinner one day that the tuition fee had been settled.

"Dad, how much money did you borrow from the house?" Chen Chuan washed the dishes and wiped them on his body twice, he took a hard-shell notebook and grabbed a pen from his stationery box by the way, and his father Chen Aiguo was sitting on a small bench and fiddling with the 21-inch color TV.

The most valuable thing in the house.

"What are you doing with this?" Chen Aiguo patted on the TV, and a personal figure barely appeared in the snowflakes on the screen. "Chuan Wa'er, come and see what's going on."

"You don't have to shoot it all day in the dark, it's going to rot." Chen Chuan looked at the antenna connector, reached out and twisted it, "Okay?" ”

"Eh, don't move it, don't touch it." Chen Aiguo was a little anxious, and the figure that appeared was gone again. "Turtle son, what are you doing with it?"

"If I don't move it, do you think it's going to be fine?" Chen Chuan muttered in a low voice.

"Okay, okay." Chen Aiguo cautiously withdrew his hand, and the figure could finally be seen clearly on the screen.

"Hey, I ask you." Chen Chuan remembered the topic that his father had interrupted just now, "How much do you borrow?" ”

"What's the matter, you don't have to help your dad pay it back?" Chen Aiguo finally turned his head, glanced at his son, and quickly fell back to the screen that shook a few times from time to time, "I don't have to think about things when it's dark." ”

"I should pay back the money I borrowed for my studies." Chen Chuan didn't look up, he wrote the date neatly, thought about it again, and added a few words, "Tuition for the first year of high school."

"Why don't you say it?" Chen Chuan was impatient.

"The little baby's family, I don't have to think about it when it's dark."

In the end, Chen Chuan still couldn't ask from Chen Aiguo's mouth.

Chen Chuan's mother fell asleep in the back room.

Chen Chuan moved the stool to his father's side, and the ****** face on the 21-inch TV screen loomed with rustling snowflakes.

Song Jia threw the notice on the table, and the red watermelon in the crystal basin was dotted with a few oily black and shiny melon seeds.

"The notice has arrived? When to check in? Song Chu glanced up from the newspaper and asked casually while flipping through the next page.

"August 26, and then military training." Song Jiashun took a piece of watermelon in his hand, took a bite and put it down, "It's not delicious." ”

"Not sweet?" Song Chu's voice came from behind the newspaper.

"It's too sweet." Song Jia turned his head and shouted to the kitchen, "Mom, did you pour honey?" ”

Li Xia agreed inside, "Yes, sweet, right?" ”

"Sweet to death!"

"Watermelon is sweet and delicious." Li Xia took off her apron and walked out, "The notice has arrived?" ”

"On the table."

"Son, do you want military training?" Li Xia took the notice in one hand and planned to get her mobile phone in the other, "I'll ask your Uncle Zhang to issue a medical record certificate." ”

"Don't, next time Uncle Zhang sees me, I should laugh again." Song Jia jumped up from the sofa and snatched her mother's mobile phone, "It's just five days of military training." ”

"That's it, standing under the sun for five days, your school really can figure it out." Li Xia's heart hurt her son, and she suddenly straightened her face: "Bring your phone." ”

"Eh, if your son wants to go, you can let him go." Song Chu frowned and folded the newspaper under the coffee table, "He's such a big person, can't he take care of himself?" ”

Song Chu easily didn't speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it was a certainty.

Li Xia stopped talking. He sat on the other end of the sofa with a grunt.

"Mom, have your personnel bureau been busy lately?" Song Jia rubbed to his mother's side to flatteringly beat Li Xia's back.

"Why do you ask this?" Li Xia was amused by her son's several grimaces, and she couldn't hold back her face.

"Dad's bank is not busy, and I want to go out and play before school starts."

Song Chu helped his glasses, "Is it okay to go to Lushan?" It's cool, it's close. ”

"If you want to go, go farther." Li Xia looked out the atlas with great interest, "Go to Beihai." ”

Song Jia nodded desperately, "I'm going to the beach." ”