"Open your eyes, there's nothing to do!" Next to my ears is an unfamiliar female voice, a mellow country voice. "God protect!" It's a female voice again, and it seems a little familiar.

Holding back the discomfort in his stomach, Hong Yan struggled to open his eyes. However, the sun was strong, and he opened a slit of his eyes and instinctively closed them.

"No, isn't the sun already setting, how can there be strong sunlight? Didn't I crash into the rock, how could my stomach swell so badly? "Hong Yan's heart moved quickly, sensitively feeling the difference in his body." Xiaoya, are they scared?! ”

The body is very tired, and the spirit is also a little sluggish. Anyway, his eyes couldn't be opened, and Hong Yan simply lay on the ground and didn't move. The ground was warm and uneven, as if it were sand, and there were fallen leaves, and even ants crawling on their legs. A slight breeze blew, and the wind was hot and humid.

"Red Rock (AI), are you better? Still uncomfortable? Let's go home with my mother! It seemed that the familiar female voice asked softly in Hong Yan's ear again. At the same time, as if something was blocking the sunlight from his eyes, his left hand was grabbed by a large cool hand and pulled up. The palm is rough, but very powerful.

Mom? Hong Yan was startled, how could his mother go up to the top of the cave mountain? My hands are cool, is my mother frightened? Alas, in her thirties, she still worries her mother and is unfilial to her son.

Hong Yan tried to open his eyes again, and there was no strong sunlight. In front of me is a half-squatting young woman in her twenties, I don't know it! Just now, I clearly said that it was "mother", but my mother is already in her fifties, where is she so young?

Nervous, he shouted, "Who are you!" How come I don't know you? "The heart said that it still took advantage of me.

As soon as he spoke, something didn't feel right. The voice is too immature, it is still a child's voice, and it is unique to children of only a few years old. I am a person in my thirties who "Ben Si" has a mature and attractive voice, and how many students' attention and girls' hearts have been attracted in class! After nearly 20 years of study and work, it is naturally the official language that emerges.

"Baby, don't you know your mother? It's all to blame mom for not seeing you, making you drink so much water, almost drowning the ball, blame mom if you want to blame it! Take a good look at your mother......" The young woman was startled, tears flowed down instantly, and she took Hong Yan's hand, her face was full of self-blame and pain. She noticed that her son didn't know him, but she didn't notice anything unusual about his accent.

"Li Yun, it's okay. Hong Yan will be fine when he wakes up, and it will be fine when he wakes up again. Another voice was comforting the young woman Li Yun.

Li Yun ...... Drank a lot of water and almost drowned...... "This crying young woman is my mother." Hong Yan looked at the young woman in front of him again. Sure enough, it was the mother, the image that had long been blurred in the memory, the mother when she was young, the mother in the most beautiful season of her life.

Look at her mother, look at the other woman standing behind her, then look at the little hand in her mother's hand, and move her eyes to her ×naked body, if you don't know what happened, Hong Yan is an idiot. Hong Yan sighed in his heart: "Are you back when you were a child?" ”

When I was 7 years old, my mother took advantage of the noon day to go to the creek and river to wash clothes. My mother washed attentively on the stone platform of the collapsed arch bridge. It was hot, Hong Yan went to the river to bathe bare, but his mother did not stop him. Right in front of you, of course, nothing dangerous will happen. However, right under her nose, something happened.

The river is knee-deep and clear. The sand at the bottom of the river is like fish scales under the force of flowing water, and the position of Hong Yan sitting in the middle of the river is actually the junction of the gentle river and the deep water. The river flowed through his body, and the sand of the river where he sat was gradually carried away by the water, and he did not know all this. Suddenly, he was sliding down the river into the deep water under the bridge.

However, today it was surprisingly only the mother and son by the river. The sinking and floating hands and the sound of cooing bubbles finally woke Li Yun up. She stepped into the river and pulled out her son, who had already drunk most of the water, and carried him into the shade of the bamboo with a villager who happened to be passing by. At this time, Hong Yan had already fainted.

7 years old, now only 7 years old, are you back to fight again? Will the story of 18 years of struggle to drink coffee with others be repeated in yourself?

"Baby, mom carries you back......" Li Yun pulled Hong Yan's hand up, and then half-turned around and squatted on the ground, trying to put Hong Yan on his back.

Hong Yan instinctively resisted and gently pushed his mother's back. Do you still have to carry your mother when you are in your thirties? "Mom, I'm fine. I'll go back myself! ”

Li Yun turned around again, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and smiled. She didn't notice that her son's previous "mother" was replaced by "mother", it was just a difference in one word, but it was a change in age and psychology.

"Is it really okay? You don't know your mother yet. If it's okay, you can wait for me in Zhushan again, and wait for mom to wash the clothes properly! Li Yun saw that although her son was a little tired, he was clear, and when he put his mind at ease, he remembered the unwashed clothes.

Hong Yan, of course, would not blame his mother, who immediately diverted his attention. When I was 7 years old, wasn't it 1977, collective production and collective labor, collective labor, collective work, collective work, and my mother went to the river to wash clothes after finishing work. Because of the large number of children and the heavy burden on the family, the mother's life is quite tiring and she lacks care and patience for the children. Life made my mother a nervous person. Well, just like now, my son has just encountered life and death danger, and once he is sure that he is okay, he remembers what he has not done yet.

Li Yun thanked the departed villagers and continued to return to the stone platform to wash clothes. Her cold hands just now are the reason why she has been soaking in the river for a long time. Hong Yan moved in and sat in the bamboo shade, the sunlight shining through the gaps between the bamboo leaves. The dry bamboo leaves, a few busy small pale yellow ants and black ants nearly two centimeters long, as well as the sparse iron horsewhip that grew close to the ground, Hong Yan was not very happy, but very melancholy.

The wind blows little jj, so cool. Hong Yan was in close contact with nature naked, and he was very embarrassed. Thinking about it, it's only 7 years old, and who cares about wearing clothes. The clothes had been washed for my mother, but they were actually a pair of worn-out shorts. Look at the little arms and legs, black and thin, looking malnourished and weathered.

Just now he was lying on the ground, and his body was covered with grass clippings and sand. After feeling that his strength had recovered, Hong Yan reached out and wiped it, but decided to go down to the river to wash. He felt that his stomach was still swollen, but fortunately he found it in time, but he didn't fill it up, otherwise he would have to control the water. At this time, Hong Yan naturally did not have the sequelae of drowning - fear of water, his calves were so fast that he almost rushed down the river, and the water splashed on his mother.

Mother Li Yun jumped in surprise, looked up and saw that it was Hong Yan who went down the river again, and immediately changed her face and reached out to catch him. However, Hong Yan had already entered the water, and immediately swam smoothly on the surface of the water. She was so surprised that her mouth opened into an O-shape, and she muttered, "If you don't drink water, you won't be able to drink water." ”

However, Hong Yan just went into the water to wash his body clean and went ashore, without saying hello to his mother, and walked home.

Streaking! The sandy road along the river was already hot in the sun, and Hong Yan walked barefoot on the grass beside the roadside. As I walked, I looked at the mulberry trees scattered after picking leaves, green peanut leaves, corn that began to turn yellow, rice that was blooming and scattering seeds, and sorghum planted on the edge of the ridges. It looks like it's July, and the rice harvest may be in another month.

"Ouch!" Hong Yan's foot hurt, he couldn't help jumping on one foot, bent over and bent his knee, and looked at the center of his right foot. There was nothing on it, blood was already pouring out, as if it had been pricked by something, and he carefully swept his hand flat across the grass. It turned out to be thatch sprouts, and I have forgotten my life experience, so I should pay attention to where there is thatch. The thatch sprouts grow out of the ground, and it is a miniature version of the long grass that pierces the sky, and it was pricked many times as a child. I can't do it, I can't blame anyone, keep walking.

"The little finch has flew!" Suddenly, a voice came from the road above. Layers of terraced fields, ridges are all paths. People who walk often don't notice if there are people on the other trails.

Hong Yan followed the sound and saw that it was Hong Maosheng in the team, and he was from his father's generation, so he had to be called uncle. "Uncle Maosheng, what are you hiding from watching? Haven't you seen JJ? Hong Yan was very unhappy with a tense face.

"Ha, how did you talk to your uncle. Uncle is going to hide and watch? What the hell are you? A small earthworm. Hong Maosheng didn't expect to let his little nephew give a joke, so he couldn't help but say something.

"You think that thing of yours is an Optimus Jade Pillar!" Hong Yan didn't want to talk about it, so he put down a sentence and left.

"This kid, what kind of stimulation did you get!" Hong Maosheng came back to his senses for a long time, looked at the back of Hong Yan's light spine and said indignantly, and silently thought of the Optimus Jade Pillar in his heart.

The heat wave hits. The rice is taller than the flood rocks standing on the ridges. Well, Hong Yan is a meter tall, to say the least. Isn't rice very short? No, the rice is dwarf until it is short, and at this time it is still high-stem rice? It should be. Think about it, the promotion of dwarf rice seems to be a matter after the division of the field, and the glutinous rice is still tall after many years.

The jagged rice leaves swept across his arms and face, and with a slight pain, Hong Yan walked carefully along the other side of the ridge, avoiding the rice leaves while being careful not to fall off the ridge.

I saw a large bamboo forest by the river, and then a 100-meter-long ridge was the head of the house. The consequences of drinking water came out, and in just a few moments, he spilled two bubbles of urine. There were crops along the way, and Leng put his mind on the 7-year-old and walked back. When I got home, I had to find a way to cover myself. After all, several families live in the same courtyard, and the population is more than 20, old and young, men and women. In a blink of an eye, the low-lying ground below is overgrown with lotus leaves, and it is it. Hong Yan picked a lotus leaf along the ridge, covered it in front of him, and walked home.

After walking the ridge, turn left, the terrain gradually rises, and you enter a dense bamboo forest, the sun is dappled and the temperature drops slightly. A man in the bamboo forest, with a gray and black towel on his shoulder, silk flying in his hand. Hong Yan vaguely recognized that it was his grandfather in his fifties.

"Male!" Hong Yan couldn't avoid shouting, and there were not many surprises in his heart.

"It's back!" Grandpa replied to his politeness, raised his eyes and glanced at his eldest grandson, but did not notice his abnormality at all, and lowered his head to continue the work in his hand.

After more than ten steps, I saw the back eaves of my house and the dilapidated roof. The old house is actually a side house of the landlord's house after the liberation. The main house where the landlord's family lives. Zuzu took his grandfather and aunt and grandmother to move from the innermost part of Qiligou. After Hong Yan went to school, he had to fill in the family composition for a long time, and he couldn't help but be proud every time he filled in the word "poor peasant" as he was ignorant. At present, the current speech is "rooted and sprouted", and the political trial is definitely easy to pass.

Hong Yan's education since he can remember has made "generations of poor peasants" proud, but in a few years it will be history. Well, if in another ten or twenty years, it will be a joke to open your mouth to be a poor peasant or something, and you will even think that it is incompetent.