In the afternoon of the next day, Junchao asked the teacher for leave and rushed home.

When Junchao arrived home, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon. He didn't dare to go home directly, he didn't know how to tell his grandfather about it.

Junchao braved the rain and climbed to the top of Cheche Mountain.

What a lot of rain this spring! Looking down from Cheche Mountain, the whole village is soaked in the continuous spring rain. It's wet everywhere and it smells damp. The dead grass of the previous year on the top of the mountain had been soaked and rotted by the rain, and thick black water flowed out when I stepped on it.

Under the dead grass, new grass shoots came out of the tender green and tender green, and they were a little overwatered by the rain, and they were a little yellow. Who knew that this piece of green and tender yellow would cover up so many ** dead grass. The ** of these dead grass, set off the new grass buds, the withering and flourishing of life is such a stark contrast.

Junchao sat on the stone at the top of the mountain, his jeans soaked with moisture, and there was a chill on his buttocks. Raindrops dripped down the edge of the umbrella like tears of red plums.

Junchao thinks of Hongmei's rolling tears and their future. Where does their future lie? Junchao looked at the misty land of Sichuan, and his heart was lost in this mist and rain.

He couldn't force Hongmei to kill the child. He knew that Hongmei's temper was stubborn, and if she made a fuss, the whole school would be in trouble, and things would be out of control. But he is still young, and he has not yet enjoyed life and life well, and he is unwilling to be tied up by his wife and children so early, like the villagers of Checheshan for generations, into that kind of monotonous and suffocating repetitive life.

Junchao doesn't want that kind of life, the young heart longs for a wider world, and the plumpled bird wants to fly higher and farther.

Junchao carefully planned in his heart, not only to retreat with his whole body, but also to make Hongmei nowhere to be found. This may hurt Hongmei, but it's better than tying two people together and going through the pain. Hongmei is still young, and maybe after a while she will come out of her pain. Young people can always bear it.

Junchao sat on the top of the hill until night fell and every house was lit up before going home.

"Grandpa, I'm back." Junchao pushed the door open, and the ball pounced affectionately. Qiuqiu followed the seven old men, lived a good life, and has grown up a lot. Junchao held it in his arms, and it was already a little heavy.

Seven old men and Liu Xiaosi were cooking dinner. The seven old men were busy on the stove for their aprons, and Liu Xiaosi was adding firewood under the stove. They are already more cooperative than ordinary couples, and their lives have become more harmonious and warm because of the mutual care of the two people.

"Junchao, why are you back, is the school holiday?" The seven old men stopped the knife and said.

"I, we're going to pay." Junchao hesitated, "I signed up for the school's basketball training, we will play a city-wide game next month, if we get good results, we will get extra points in the college entrance examination in the future." ”

Jun Chao carefully weaved lies, his face was a little red and hot, but the seven old men and Liu Xiaosi didn't notice Jun Chao's abnormality under the light.

Liu Xiaosi said: "We are still handsome and promising, and we can also participate in the city's competitions." Fourth grandfather, I haven't been to the city at such an old age. ”

"That is, and I don't see whose grandson it is." The seventh old man looked at Liu Xiaosi with some smugness and some disdain, "Say, how much do you have to pay?" ”

"If you want to pay it, it's about ......" Junchao thought for a while, "About two thousand yuan, right?" The teacher said this, if there is too much, then go back. ”

"Two thousand is two thousand, as long as you are angry, how much grandpa will give, where you can lose my grandson." Tomorrow Grandpa will go to the bank to withdraw money for you. The seven old men didn't think much about it, and agreed casually.

Junchao seemed to have fallen a stone in his heart, and he originally thought that his grandfather would ask and ask. Junchao knows that his grandfather loves him, and he loves him almost unprincipledly, as long as it is his own request, his grandfather will agree. Sneakers for a few hundred yuan, more than a thousand sportswear, grandpa will buy them for him without frowning. But grandpa is really so mean to himself, and a lot of grandpa's clothes and shoes are not worn by Junchao. Junchao is about the same size as his grandfather, and his grandfather always says that those clothes and shoes can still be worn, what a pity to lose them.

Junchao turned his back and wiped the tears that were about to well-up from the corners of his eyes. This is the first time Junchao has deceived his grandfather like this.

Junchao turned around and hugged the seven old men: "Grandpa, you are so good, when I have money in the future, I must enjoy you well." ”

The seven old men were a little moved, and said, "This doll, what's wrong today, and I still have a love affair with my grandfather." As long as you have a chance, grandpa will be happy, and grandpa is afraid that he will not be able to wait to enjoy your blessings. Grandpa, this old body, can survive until that day? ”

"Grandpa, you can, you can live to be a hundred years old" Jun Chao chirped and kissed the seven old men on the forehead.

Liu Xiaosi under the stove looked at the intimacy of the grandfather and grandson, and he felt a little lonely in his heart.

"Fourth grandfather, you also enjoy happiness with grandpa." Junchao saw the unhappiness in Liu Xiaosi's heart, and also squatted down and hugged him and kissed him, "You and your grandfather are old wives, you see that you take care of your grandfather so well." ”

"What wife? You kid is talking nonsense, just like your grandfather, if I don't pity him, who will be with him? Liu Xiaosi was a little embarrassed by Junchao, "You doll, you are already very happy to have that mind." ”

"Hmph, just your fourth grandfather, he has followed my ass since he was a child, if I hadn't taken him in, he would have been able to go into the kennel."

"I'm going to get into the kennel, into your old dog's kennel."

Junchao looked at the two old naughty boys with a smile and watched them fight angrily. I can never go back to the childhood when I was angry with my friends every day and stuck together every day. Do people gain more or lose more in their growth?

Lying in his bed at night, Junchao couldn't sleep for a long time listening to the sound of the rain.

There were bursts of singing in the rain, one suddenly as thin as a gossamer, and the other as clear as in the ears. It was Zhao Quan singing on the top of Cheche Mountain. The song was a little sad, through the rain curtain, through the night, and lingered over the Cheche Mountain, like a bleak elegy.

Zhao Quan, you damn dog, you don't make people peaceful on such a rainy night, why doesn't this rain kill you ****. Junchao cursed in his heart. The sky of this car and mountain is slanted by your ****, no wonder it always rains.

Junchao remembered a poem he learned when he was a child: "I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere." The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers? ”

It's just that on such a spring night, he can't sleep at all. At this moment, he deeply understood the poet's love and nostalgia for spring in his heart. Flowers will bloom and fall, how many flowers have been watered by the spring rain in one night, and how many flowers have been dropped. Flowers bloom and fall, and they become empty in an instant, and flowers bloom and fall, and how much sorrow does it evoke?