Ringing noon

Ah Bing walked on the road outside the village, looking forward from time to time, always wanting to get home early. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This parting is more than 20 years, and most of the time has passed like this.

On the way back, Ah Bing brought a lot of things to the old man, a caring little leather vest, which his mother had thought about for half her life.

The sun breeds different sounds overhead. limped Ah Bing, and began to think about it with Xingxiang on his back. What has changed into this hometown.

For many years, I have dreamed of the idea of being able to go home, and the old people at home don't know how.

The only old mother is a thing that he can't let go of.

The air is overflowing. Various smells steamed by the sun.

Yes, the smell of earth. And the smell of the earth. The family's fields are planted with green land. On the way home, Ah Bing kept thinking about the past, and the past was in front of him one by one.

When he was a child, his mother fed him porridge and gourd soup. Use the little money you save to buy maltose for him. When he was seriously ill in bed, his mother desperately sought medical treatment for him. In this way, all these little things are strung together in a long strip.

Sweat flowed down Ah Bing's forehead, and they seemed to follow these stories into a long story, a story that he didn't believe. The old mother who boiled his head white for him, now, I don't know what about the little brothers and sisters in the family, back and forth, he is close to home, close to the countryside, Ah Bing, paused, and the old eyes of the pair were wet all of a sudden. Yesterday, this leg has been adrift for so many years, and in an unfortunate situation, this leg was discounted.

In a stormy rain, he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, so he went into a restaurant and finished eating, but he didn't have the money to pay the bill, he was pushed out of the door and beaten up, and when he woke up, this leg was no longer good.

The painful voice was suppressed in my heart for a long time, and I clenched my fists and slammed into the muddy ground under my feet.

In this way, he didn't dare to eat and drink for nothing, let alone steal or rob something. At the beginning, I asked for it first, and with a few pennies, I started a small business, and a few pennies for a bunch of rock sugar gourds. Later, he married a fat daughter-in-law. At the beginning, the business was good, and the life of the two was quite happy. The fat daughter-in-law also gave birth to a son for him, and the life of the two of them was beautiful, but there were times when people did not obey their wishes. It's just that his little daughter-in-law was looking at a generation of land tyrants when she was shopping on the street, and she was pestered to death. But Abana can agree, he is a man! The land tyrant Ah Kun sent someone to stab his shop and snatched his woman, and when the flood that year, the child had no milk to drink, and he was seriously ill with a fever, and finally left him. In the days when he was wandering alone, he was also tired from life, and it seemed that for people like him, luck didn't seem to come much.

It happened to be liberated, and everyone was happy. It's all ready to go home. He has passed the age of Huo, and he is also going to return to his hometown.

Standing at the entrance of the village, he thought about his experience outside all these years. How so?

Old man, who are you coming to see!

"Come and take a seat in our village, right?" A very affectionate voice shouted not far away. As soon as Ah Bing raised his head, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"I, I grew up here," he said intermittently.

"Are there any relatives in the village?" asked the girl enthusiastically.

"Let's also liberate, defeat the local tyrant Nie Sheng, do you still have brothers and sisters?"

"Little Huzi, Little Lanzi, are they still there now? Are you all right? He felt as if he had seen a loved one.

The village cadres also came, and the people in the village enthusiastically helped him.

Whoever said that year, the old mother couldn't hold on and went. Xiaohuzi, Xiaolanzi, and the brothers have also dispersed, and only then did they know. It turns out that this village has also undergone several baptisms. Fortunately, everyone is good, with a high temperament and a lot of fighting spirit, and the village is smooth and smooth again, thanks to these ingenious girls in the village. I replanted it back. Life is getting better day by day. Many of the wanderers have returned. Come back and see the new look of our family. Life starts again.

They put Ah Bing in place. Ah Bing also participated in their lives. In the same way, everything is so good with his own hands, just like at the beginning, but he is looking forward to living a better life, hoping that the good days will go up day by day, and never go back.

Ah Bing was in the village, walking around. I will tell the stories of those years to the children. The past is poignant? But Ah Bing firmly believes that he can spread knowledge to children. In this way, the children in our village can also teach a lot of knowledge from the outside, so that our children will know more and suffer less when they go out.

"Grandpa, your story is so good"

"One more, one more"

The children were all crying and crying.

Seeing that spring is coming, it is another time for spring flowers to bloom.

The daylily field was full of butterflies fluttering and some children playing around.

Ah Bing seems to have returned to the past, he was so happy when he was a child.

He smiled, smiling so hard that he didn't bother his mouth.

Oh my days! That's it

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The sky is clear, and the days are getting ...... day by day.

The noon sky, white clouds, and a few colorful butterflies. The daylily field is overflowing, and the days are dry and sweet. The child's laughter, gently, step by step, day by step, back, back——。

The laughter, the forgetfulness of everything, the faintness of forgetting, the age of thirst, the eternity of life.

The years are dark, and I will only moan softly, not high and not far——。

But for a long time

When I came, I was already in the middle of nowhere, the sky was cloudless, it was a ringing afternoon, and birds were flying in the sky. The old man's face was a trace of history, and he had gone through a painful memory, answering something.

The void of history, echoes, echoes

Ringing noon sky. ．．．．．．

The old man's home, there.

The sky ringing at noon......