Chapter 41: The heartache of waiting for a phone call

In previous years, when Junchao was by his side, the grandfather and grandson were still a little lively.

Junchao will set off fireworks in the yard and accompany his grandfather to watch the CCTV Spring Festival Gala.

The Seven Old Man didn't really like those entertainment programs, he preferred the crops and vegetables in his field, the chickens and ducks in the yard, and the old ewe. has gone through such a long life, and I am used to seeing all love, hatred, and hatred, and the stories of love and love on TV have become more and more boring. It's just that Junchao likes it, so he accompanies him, and he has always adhered to the tradition of keeping the New Year, and he must wait until the clock strikes twelve o'clock at midnight before he goes to sleep.

The most important thing is that every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, Shui Qing and Caiyun will call, and the family chats on the phone for more than an hour.

Although the seven old men don't say it, they still miss their sons and daughters-in-law very much, especially their sons.

In the Chinese concept for thousands of years, the son is the continuation of the incense, the unquenchable fire of a family. Especially in rural areas, people are more interested in whether the family has a son. Those who only have daughters and no sons speak three points shorter, and they will be scolded by others for being desperate and monks.

Among the seven old men's children, there is only one son, and he treats him as the tip of his heart. Shui Qing also looks like him, a tall and big man in Sichuan, who is a few points more handsome than him, and the eyes of those women follow him. has such a son, and the seven old men are also proud in their hearts.

Several daughters have called, and they are not worried that the seventh old man will be at home alone for the New Year, for fear that he will feel uncomfortable. The seven old men also declined the invitation of their daughters, and the custom in the legend was that they had to spend the first day of the thirtieth year at their own home. Only those who can't afford to celebrate the New Year will go to someone else's house.

The seven old men have been waiting for Shui Qing's call. Throughout the day, he always touched the mobile phone in his trouser pocket from time to time, always suspected that the mobile phone rang, and when he took it out to look at it, there was nothing.

The seven old men felt that the older they were, the more they looked like a child, and they were always pretentious about some trivial things. Maybe the babies are busy, Junchao went there, they have to take him everywhere to see, to play everywhere. When they're done, it's time to call themselves.

From morning to night, the seven old men always find all kinds of reasons to comfort themselves, and the babies will call when they are done.

Guarding a table of dishes alone, the seven old men thought that they would start the meal when the children's calls came. Although I can't have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with the babies, everyone can be considered together with a phone call.

The CCTV Spring Festival Gala has begun, and the host is smiling and greeting the people of the whole country.

Qiuqiu couldn't wait any longer, rubbing the trouser legs of the seven old men on the side of the table, whining and screaming.

"Alright, Qiuqiu, you're hungry." The seven old men picked up a chicken leg from the table and threw it to Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu ran to the TV with a chicken leg in his mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked it, and looked up at the seven old men. Qiuqiu also felt the change in the heart of the seven old men, put the chicken leg aside and yelled at the seven old men twice.

The seven old men sighed, maybe the babies were busy eating Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Qiuqiu, little one, accompany grandpa for Chinese New Year's Eve."

The seven old men brought the food off the table and placed it on a snakeskin bag containing fertilizer.

"Here, Qiuqiu, you eat a piece of fish." Qiuqiu looked at the fish pieces that the seven old men had sandwiched, and screamed twice.

"It's the New Year, it's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. Eat a piece of fish, have more than enough every year, drink a glass of wine, and it will last for a long time. The seven old men chattered, and a line of old tears flowed from their eyes.

Qiuqiu ran over and stuck out his tongue to lick the face of the seven old men. Qiuqiu's soft and warm tongue reminded the seven old men of the little hands that Shui Qing and Junchao had placed in his palm when they were children.

"Qiuqiu, isn't grandpa too hypocritical, I just want to hear their voices, grandpa, miss them!" The seven old men couldn't help but hug Qiuqiu and cried.

Fireworks and firecrackers crackled everywhere, and the smell of gunpowder smoke filled everywhere. The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner of one person and one dog is so lonely and desolate.

Perhaps, the babies will call after dinner. The seven old men watched the program on TV, everyone was so happy, those smiling hosts, and those actors who worked hard to perform, they were all trying their best to create a happy and peaceful New Year's atmosphere.

The host began the countdown. The clock is ringing at midnight and the new year is coming! The sound of fireworks outside the house became even more lively.

The seven old men touched the mobile phone in their trouser pockets, the metal case was cold to the tentacles, and the hearts of the seven old men were also cold.

The singing of "Unforgettable Tonight" began to sing, and the CCTV Spring Festival Gala came to an end.

The mobile phone in the seven old man's trouser pocket never rang, and he finally didn't wait for the call.

The seven old men turned off the TV and walked out into the courtyard.

The sky is full of stars twinkling, and under the magnificent starry sky, the shadow of Cheche Mountain is silent in the night, always silently looking at the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the world.

The night wind blew, and the old apricot trees by the courtyard wall shook the old and weak branches.

The seven old men stroked the rough bark of the old apricot tree, this tree is also old, and when the spring breeze blows this year, will it still bloom a tree.

This tree was planted by the seven old men when he was born, and this tree has accompanied him through so many years, like a good partner born in the same year, same month, and same day.

When they were children, he and Liu Xiaosi looked forward to the apricot trees blooming and bearing fruit every year. At that time, when the apricots had just begun to turn yellow, he climbed up the trees like a monkey and picked the fruits that were still a little sour. Liu Xiaosi looked at him under the tree, waiting for him to pick a bag of fruit. He always picked the largest and yellowest apricot and stuffed it into Liu Xiaosi's mouth, and then saw the child squinting, frowning, and sour.

Later, with Shuiqing and Junchao, the children all liked this old apricot tree. Every spring, it always blooms with pink clouds, decorating this small courtyard. Every summer, it is always full of yellow fruits, the fruit is soft and glutinous, sweet and sour, much better than other people's food.

Junchao is the same as his Lao Tzu Shuiqing, and he can eat apricots to his heart's content.

Now this tree is as old as himself and Liu Xiaosi.

The tree is old and the heart is empty, and the people are old and the teeth are pine.

The seven old men patted the trunk of the old apricot tree, and the trunk made a thumping sound.

The heart of this tree is really empty, the seventh old man didn't wait for Shui Qing's call, his heart seems to be empty.