Night has fallen, and the night in Checheshan is not as quiet and peaceful as usual. There are fireworks set off by children at night, and with the crackling sound, a small cluster of bright light blooms in the night sky. These occasional fireworks shine in the air, heralding a happy holiday season to come.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon. The approach of the new year always brings a hint of joy, although there are some unpleasant things during this time, and the old year is about to pass. At the end of the year, those unhappy and unsatisfactory have finally come to an end. The new year always brings new hope, and people always yearn for new luck in the new year. If it weren't for these small desires, the New Year would not be so exciting, and it is precisely because of these small hopes that the dull days of the year will not make people despair.

Liu Xiaosi didn't have the joy of the coming of the New Year in his heart, and Mingqiu's mother's departure made his heart feel depressed and low. If you never get it, you won't know that beauty in your heart, and you won't forget the two people who stay together. It's just that I once had it, and suddenly I lost it, and my heart hurt so much that I couldn't breathe, so I wanted to find someone to talk to, and I wanted to find someone to accompany me and get drunk.

The seven old men became Liu Xiaosi's best listening object.

A few side dishes, a bottle of old, two old men. Two old faces, the traces of time are deeply and shallowly carved on the forehead. The two gray hairs have long lost the brilliance of youth.

The heart is bitter, and no matter how fragrant the meal is, it tastes tasteless; The heart is bitter, and even the strongest wine tastes dull.

The seventh old man raised his eyes to look at Liu Xiaosi, he frowned tightly, and blushed slightly because of drinking. Those eyes were full of gloom and looked a little cloudy.

The years have passed silently all the way, and the brother who once made him feel distressed on the tip of his heart, the unrestrained indulgence and frolic in those green years seems to be still yesterday. Over the years, getting married, having children, and raising children have seemed to have passed so long in an instant, and only a small tail remained. As if there was no time to taste it, time slipped away in such a hurry.

The seven old men found out that since they got married, he has been busy with his own family affairs, and he has never cared well about this brother who grew up together. The little tail that always followed behind his ass when he was a child is now drooping old. In my memory, the thin, weak, quiet and delicate handsome child had run away and was out of sight.

"Brother Seven, we are all old. I didn't expect that when we got old, we two brothers would be companions. Liu Xiaosi raised the wine glass in his hand.

"yes, they're all old." The seven old men also raised their glasses, "When we were children, our two brothers were so good that we wore a pair of pants and slept on a pillow, but when we get old, only the two of us old guys are staring at each other. ”

"Drink a bar."

The seven old men took a big sip, and the hot and spicy liquor, as well as Liu Xiaosi's babbling words, entered his stomach together.

Liu Xiaosi chattered about the past when he was a child, and talked about the past that had been buried in the memory of the seven old men for a long time, and those things that seemed to be another world were brought up again but they were still so vivid.

The figures of two boys appeared in front of the seven old men, walking hand in hand through the slopes with weeds and dew, walking through the Heitan River reflected by the sunset, and walking through those poor and happy days. The bird's nest on the old tree outside the village, the fish and shrimp in the pond behind the village, the wild fruits in Cheche Mountain, and the baba movies that I chased and watched...... fighting devils in "Tunnel War", Li Xiangyang in "Plain Guerrillas", and the beautiful female bandits in "White Lotus...... A lot of things are clearly reproduced in Liu Xiaosi's narration.

Liu Xiaosi talked about Mingqiu's mother the most, the woman he used to call Qiu'er. The woman had only been with him for less than a year, but he remembered every day and every little thing he had together, as if it were the deepest and clearest ring of his life.

"Seventh brother, she calls me fourth brother, how affectionate she is!"

"Seventh brother, how nice she sings those Huangmei operas!"

"Seventh brother, her body is as soft as water!"

"Brother Qi, the food she cooked is so fragrant!"

"Seventh Brother ......"

In the end, the seven old men didn't know what Liu Xiaosi said, and his ears were full of his seventh brother, the seventh brother's shouting.

Liu Xiaosi, you dead turtle son, that woman is so good, it's a pity that she doesn't belong to you. Only your seventh brother will listen to your ghost screams here after she leaves, listen to the bitterness in your heart, the seventh brother is your dearest person, and he is your dear godbrother.

The seven old men were already full of drunkenness, but Liu Xiaosi became more and more sober the more he drank, and the more he wanted to get drunk, the more he wouldn't get drunk.

The seven old men couldn't speak clearly, and their eyelids were fighting.

"Brother Seven, you're drunk, you finally lost to me." Liu Xiaosi was a little proud.

"Little four, you turtle son, you are younger than the seventh brother, and the seventh brother is not as good as you." The seven old men smiled drunkenly.

Liu Xiaosi looked at the gray-haired seven old men, his seventh brother was really old.

When he was a child, he was able to throw him on his back as soon as he stretched out his hand. The seventh brother who always protects him everywhere, is as strong as a mountain and as powerful as a cow in his heart.

At that time, Brother Qi's arms were able to hold up a piece of the sky above him. At that time, the seventh brother's arms were as warm as a stove.

Nowadays, Brother Qi is really old, he gets drunk after a few glasses of wine, and he gets sleepy after staying up for a while.

The old seventh brother is still a big tree that can shelter from the wind and rain in Liu Xiaosi's heart, a big mountain that stands up to the sky, and an iron-clad man in Sichuan.

With Seventh Brother in him, he feels down-to-earth, and Seventh Brother will take care of him in everything. Just like now, listen to the bitterness in his heart and drink with him.

"Brother Seven, go to sleep, sleep with me tonight. It's been a long time since my two brothers slept on a quilt or pillow. ”

Liu Xiaosi dragged the seven old men to the bedside.

The seven old men lay on the bed, listening to Liu Xiaosi clean up the food and chopsticks in the hall.

The seven old men smiled slyly. If this ghost hadn't pretended to be drunk, he would have been able to ramble until dawn.

Liu Xiaosi cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and his mobile phone rang crisply.

The seven old men turned their ears sideways and secretly eavesdropped on who Liu Xiaosi was talking to.

Most of the old people in the village have mobile phones, which are convenient for answering the calls of their children who are away. It's just that throughout the year, how many of the children will call back often, and more often than not, the mobile phone is just a timekeeping tool, like the watch worn on the wrist in those years.

"Oh, Mingqiu,, ah, I'm fine, how are you?"

Liu Xiaosi's voice was a little excited, and he spoke incoherently.

"Well, Happy New Year, you have a good New Year."

Liu Xiaosi's words were already full of crying.

This unproductive thing, when you answer the phone, you are happy to be like this. The seven old men were a little disdainful.

"Well, you miss me, I miss you too, and the fourth brother misses you too."

It's really numb! This old thing, I really think I'm in love, I'm shameless. The Seven Old Men wanted to laugh a little. He thought of Wu Mingjiang and Wang Chunhua again, these old things, it was really not an ordinary wave to start a commotion.

The seven old men thought about it, and their hearts were a little low. Everyone is concerned, but he, it's the New Year, and no one from the children makes a phone call to say hello.

This Junchao is too, in vain he loves him so much, and when he arrives in the big city, he is fascinated by those colorful things, and he forgets his grandfather.

When the seven old men were thinking about it, Liu Xiaosi jumped in like a child.

"Seventh brother, Mingqiu's call. She said she missed me. ”

The seven old men didn't move, pretending to be asleep. He didn't want to hear Liu Xiaosi babble about his happiness, he was suffering in his own heart.

"Seventh brother, seventh brother, she is really a good woman with affection and righteousness!"

The seven old men remained silent.

Liu Xiaosi was also not interested, and the happiness in his heart was that the seven old men couldn't hear it.

The seven old men heard the sound of Liu Xiaosi stumbling and undressing. Then, the room went dark. Liu Xiaosi got into the quilt and brought in a breath of coolness.

Liu Xiaosi arched into the quilt like a mouse and threw himself into the arms of the seven old men. The seven old men naturally hugged him, like when they were children, one quilt and one pillow, and the two slept together.

It's just that the young man who bloomed like a flower at that time is now an old man with gray hair, but the carefree teenager at that time is now full of vicissitudes.