When he saw the old man that Grandma Wang said, Shen Xihe's mouth couldn't close for a long time. If she didn't read it wrong and heard it correctly, the person in front of her was even more unexpected than her grandfather finally saying that Qin Ming was a good man.

"Coach Cheng?" Shen Xihe almost squeezed out these words from his mouth, and Grandma Wang was even more surprised, they actually knew their teacher again. If what Aunt Wang said just now is true, he seems to have more stories than the outside world rumored.

There are a lot of mosquitoes in the suburbs, and after dinner in the evening, Xiao Mo's hands and feet have been stared at several bags, and everyone forgot to bring flower water in a hurry, and Shu Lin was very distressed to see it. When Grandma Wang greeted her family and said that her family was eating fruit, Shu Lin was not in the mood, and Grandpa Shen continued to pull Qin Ming to play chess, and I heard that he had a very good appetite for the old man.

As for what happened, I didn't have time to ask.

Shen Xihe doesn't like to find people to talk to in school, college students' mouths are the least strict, maybe you said that you went to Houqiao with a few friends to open a mahjong room and played mahjong for a night, and the next day it changed You and so-and-so opened a room.

I don't know what's going on, as soon as she came to this suburb, she had a lot of, for example, after hearing Grandma Wang mention her old man, she began to be curious, what old man she hadn't seen for so many years?

Grandma Wang cut the fruit and waited for her to fill this curiosity even if she went alone, so she knew a big secret.

Of course, at first, she just wanted to hear what the people of their generation used to describe the old people should be like, and the best one was the kind that had to have a story, the best of the last century.

Shen Xihe wore his home slippers, a casual white T-shirt and a small pine cone and went to the courtyard of Grandma Wang's house, where Uncle Wang was still weaving the bamboo basket.

"Uncle, don't you have several of these bamboo baskets at home, why do you still have to weave them at night." When I arrived at Grandma Wang's house, it was almost like my own home, and what I saw and said was very casual.

"Oh, oh, idle, I have to make it up every day, sometimes I give it away, sometimes the old woman takes it to the market to sell it in exchange for something delicious." Grandpa Wang said with charity in his eyebrows, and Shen Xihe was also infected by his smile from the inside out.

"Is it for the old man of your family?" Shen Xihe looked at the basket weaving, it was really exquisite, and the craftsmanship was really meticulous.

Uncle Wang smiled and smiled to express their expectations for the old man.

"Grandma Wang, can you tell me what kind of person that old man is? I'm curious. ”

"He's not really an old man, but we like to call him that." Grandma Wang seemed to be happy to talk about this matter, with a soft look in her eyebrows, why didn't Shen Xi laugh, it should be the one who made them feel family affection.

I heard my grandfather say that their children are all abroad, and sometimes they come back once a year, and sometimes they only come back once in three and a half years.

If the relationship between relatives is not together, they will be estranged.

"We only got acquainted with him last year, and he would come here at the beginning of the month to meet one of his old friends on the back mountain." Grandma Wang said, her eyes filled with endless reverie, as if she remembered the first time she saw him.

"Will there be people living in the back mountains?" Shen Xi didn't understand. This is enough to be on the edge of a barren mountain in the suburbs, and there will still be people living in the back mountain.

"I heard that it was his deceased wife, whom he called an old man."

"On the day I met him, the weather was very dreary, and when the sun went down, your grandfather Wang said that he would go up the mountain to dig something. The one who carried a big basket on his back, and when he came back, I was shocked that he came back with a dying living person on his back. ”

"We settled him down, went to the suburbs and asked a doctor to give him a drip, he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he was really hungry, and he drank all the clear rice and white porridge cooked at home."

Grandma Wang said as if her son she hadn't seen for many years had come home.

After eating, he cried all the time, and he couldn't speak clearly. After two days he said he was leaving, and a month later he came with some fruit and letters. That night he asked if he could stay here, and he said he was waiting for someone. ”

Then he heard him talk about his wife, and he said, On the highest part of this hill there was a camellia that bloomed against the sky. There he buried the silk scarf that his wife had tied around her neck before parting, and he could not find her ashes, and he didn't even know where she was, and he was told that there was no one, nothing left. ”

After listening to him finish with tears in his eyes, the next day, Grandma Wang and Grandpa Wang followed him to the old man with home-grown melons and rice wine.

That camellia is really different from other places, it blooms very delicately red, and it is full of faces.

"I will come here to wait for you on this day of every month in the future, you said that you love camellia the most, I brought a lot of delicious food, wrote a letter to you, and said the address of the appointment, if you see it, please don't forget it."

"Uncle Wang, Aunt Wang brought you rice wine, it tasted very good for fermentation years ago, I know that you love to drink but still drink less, I'm afraid you don't know the way home."

Even the second elder, who was over half a hundred years old, was silent for a long time by what he said.

It is to love someone more, so that you can feel that she is by your side all the time.

Grandma Wang wiped a handful of tears as she spoke, she didn't understand what love was, but she really pitied a good child.

"Xiao Cheng is really a very good child, and then every time he comes, he will stay here for a few days, sometimes he brings something new, sometimes the circuit at home is broken, and the old man can't repair it. But every time he came, he would sit motionless on the top of the hill and look into the distance, we, at this age, many things would not have time to ask them what was going on with the young man, as long as he was fine now. ”

"The last time he came, I felt that the breath he carried on his body didn't seem to be so heavy, and we thought about the days he had spent putting aside the outside things and living here with peace of mind, but we didn't know which day it was. Anyway, he came around here. ”

As soon as Aunt Wang's words fell, the person who appeared at the gate of the courtyard had already frightened Shen Xihe.

Their coach Cheng actually appeared in the house next door to her grandfather at night with a lot of things during the holidays, he shouldn't be the old man. The coincidental things in this world seem to be getting together, but Shen Xihe is not happy at all.