The two bamboo poles on the side of the small dam were full of clothes, patches and patches, and they were much whiter. Occasionally one or two pieces look new. Even if the new should be some years, it should be the mother's dowry. Shu is moist, and clothes are easy to get moldy and damp, so they need to be turned over frequently. Drying clothes, is it "June 6"?

Pass through the pigsty. Familiar flavors are awakened in the depths of memory. The pigsty is a separate mud slab wall with a straw roof, separated by two pens, and a maximum of 4 pigs are raised. In these years, it is difficult for people to eat, how can there be surplus grain to raise pigs? It is the leftover water of the soup and the vegetable leaves and wild vegetables to feed a New Year's pig.

The back door is where the kitchen and pigsty are located. Two black, thin, bare-backed heads were lying on the big wooden basin playing in the water, a boy and a girl. Hong Yan didn't care about them, and pushed open the back door from memory. Just as he was about to go in, "The cauldron is back!" There was a crisp voice behind him, and there was joy.

Hong Yan had no choice but to stop and reply: "Well, I'm back!" Then he said casually inexplicably: "Don't play with water, your stomach hurts." ”

"Cauldron, what's in your hand? Lotus leaves? Another voice asked.

Nonsense, knowingly asked. Hong Yan also ignored it and entered the house. The back room is actually a small room in front of the back, a total of two rooms, one large and one small. It was so dark in the room that he stood for a while before he got used to it.

This is the room where the three Hongyan brothers slept. Stepping away, the light outside the door and the sunlight shining through the roof made him see that against the south wall was a bed with patched mosquito nets of illegible colors. There is a cabinet in front of the bed and at the head of the bed, which is for food or some household daily necessities. Sometimes it has to be locked, of course, to prevent children from eating and stealing.

Putting down the lotus leaf in his hand, Hong Yan rummaged for his clothes on the bedside shelf. It's been nearly thirty years, and where does he know his clothes! There were no panties, and I tried on two boxer shorts with two patches on the back buttocks. After covering his shame, Hong Yan tried to open the cabinet to see what else was at home. From the hut to the big house, the two cupboards and the two large jars were empty, with a few packets of seeds, half a packet of sugar, scattered pieces of candy, and some unknown treasures. Half a jar of wheat, about 50 catties. Most of the jars of rice are sixty or seventy pounds. The rice jar has bottomed out, and there are 5 large and small pickle jars.

Do you have all the money? What a poor word! The only two cabinets are still the mother's dowry, and the red paint is visible. However, Hong Yan knew that this was definitely a true portrayal of his family.

There are 5 people in the family, and the two parents earn work points, and the production team must be replenished every year after the end of the year. The family is surrounded by four walls, how a poor word! It will be at least two years before that happens. At that time, as the first batch of pilot provinces for the household contract responsibility system, the land will be divided in 79 years. Life is just starting to get better. Two years later, however, the parents began to plan for the future of the three brothers, such as building a house and betrothed. Although there is no worry about food and clothing, there is no wealth to talk about. It was only after Hong Yan was admitted to university that the two younger brothers were able to contribute, and the family's financial situation began to improve. However, he is always one step or two behind others.

From the age of 7 to the graduation of university, he studied hard for 16 years, and struggled for more than ten years until he was rated as an associate professor in 2005, and a better life has just begun. Ah, I have to fight again for 28 years, Hong Yan has a headache when he thinks about it. The hardships I have suffered, the tiredness I have suffered, and the white eyes I have suffered, do you have to do it again? What will happen to my wife and daughter on the other side?

The rebirth that countless people dream of, Hong Yan really doesn't want it!

The sorrow came, Hong Yan didn't open the front door, turned around and lay on the dim bed, endured the smell of mildew and the smell of children wetting the bed, quietly wept, and then fell asleep with tiredness.

Hong Yan didn't know how long he had been asleep, so he woke up with his urine. After going to the toilet, I found a 10 cm long and 1 cm wide block on the wall, a substitute for toilet paper.

The two children who were playing in the water just now are nowhere to be found. At this time, Hong Yan remembered that one was the third brother Hong Zheng, but the other was about the same size as him, and judging from his hair, it should be a girl, who was the child? Why is there no one to disturb me when I sleep?

At this time, Hong Yan remembered the culprit of rebirth, that is, the flying stone on the top of the beam of the cave mountain on the other side of the river. At noon, the hot wind gusted, and I knew the chirp. Walk through the small sun dam, walk to the outer edge of the bamboo forest, sit on the slope, and look at the flying stones in a distracted distance.

There is a black dot on the flying stone, which should be the mountain watchman in the team.

Hong Yan heard that his mother was sick and hospitalized, so he took advantage of the "May Day" Golden Week to go home alone to visit. My mother was not too sick, and she was basically fine after a few days in the hospital. "Golden Week" is to stimulate domestic demand through tourism consumption, and Hong Yan of course also happens to see the beautiful scenery of his hometown that he has not noticed before. It was a good day on the 5th, he got up early, and when he was doing tai chi in the sunbath, he was surprised to find that the flying stones seemed to have golden light shining at sunrise. So, in the afternoon, he took his niece and nephew to climb the mountain.

Because the cliff near the summit is steep, it is quite difficult for adults to climb up, so few children can climb to the top, let alone climb the two-meter-high flying rock. With Hong Yan falling, it didn't take much effort to get on the top platform as he wished. The child was so excited that he shouted to get on the flying stone. Hong Yan was very careful and instructed the children to take turns to help them up to the top of the stone. In the end, he couldn't help the impulse in his heart, went into a juvenile madness, and shouted after reaching the top. Unfortunately, due to the temporary dizziness caused by the displacement anemia of squatting and then standing, he fell from the flying stone, and only relied on the last bit of sanity to grasp the boulder with both hands and slide down, and the pain between his fingers and unsteady standing caused him to hit the flying stone again. He fainted gorgeously and woke up again to be 7 years old and drowning.

How many people hope that life can be started all over again but there are no surprises for him. Nearly 30 years of struggle or struggle are just starting to pick up, can it not be frustrating to return to the starting point again? A lovely and beautiful daughter, a gentle and graceful wife, and a fledgling career, it seems like a cloud of smoke in the blink of an eye.

"Cauldron, what are you looking at?" A childish voice interrupted Hong Yan's memories. Cauldron? Also small pots, pans too! "Ah, the cauldron is crying, I'll sue my mother!"

Hong Yan was so shocked that he almost slipped downhill, and quickly wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his hand to pull the little girl who was about to run.

"Little sister, come and sit!" Hong Yan swept the bamboo leaves on the ground with his hands. The little girl sat down carefully, hung her feet down the slope, and held Hong Yan's hand. Apparently afraid of falling.

"You tell Big Brother who are you...... What is your name? Which is your mother? Hong Yan asked in a low voice.

The little girl tilted her head with a look of disbelief in her eyes. "The cauldron is (stupid). Don't you recognize your sister? ”

My sister? My sister...... Hong Yan was struck by lightning, and he started to come again in a daze. My sister, it's a name that I deliberately forgot in my heart, and I'm so guilty that I don't dare to think about the name anymore. It was his only sister, but she was nowhere to be found.

Memories are becoming clearer. 8 years old, it is indeed 8 years old, that is, next year, in fact, from this autumn to next summer's Dongchuan drought, spring grains are not harvested, and then one day the parents left with their sister early in the morning, and came back at night with a load of white rice. Since then, I haven't seen the yellow-haired girl in the impression again. Sister and Hong Zheng are actually twins. After Hong Yan became an adult, of course he understood what was going on. He deliberately avoided that period of history, and sometimes found his mother secretly crying and muttering the name of his sister.

This is the dusty yellow-haired girl, who should be almost 3 years old, with thin, withered yellow hair, and also barehead. There's also a little sister! Hong Yan's heart suddenly swelled with a sense of responsibility! Holding the little girl in his arms, tears flowed out again uncontrollably.

"Good sister, good sister, big brother won't let you leave us again, never. Promise the eldest brother that he will never leave the eldest brother in the future, okay! ”

The little girl struggled twice in Hong Yan's arms, raised her little face, and looked at her brother crying again, she didn't understand what was going on, she cried "wow", but her mouth still made "My sister doesn't leave the cauldron, don't cry in the cauldron." ”

Hong Yan, who has not shed tears for many years, has shed tears for the third time today, and finally cried bitterly. If you were still complaining about the rebirth just now, then now it has changed somewhat. Yes, the hard work and struggle in the previous life, although there were successes, but they were not without regrets and scars.

Well, let the success continue, the regrets are no more, and the family is happy! Perhaps from a moment on, Hong Yan accepted the fact of being reborn and will work hard for himself and his loved ones who are closely related to him! There should be a little sister in this life, no, there should be, but I won't let her leave again.

Come on, Life Pi! Hong Yan secretly cheered himself up.

"Hongyan, do you eat sorghum?" Behind him, a young Tongyin was asking him.

Hong Yan was surprised, who would send him sorghum to eat? Can you eat sorghum? He let go of the hand holding his little sister, and when he looked back, it was a seven or eight-year-old boy. Another man who has forgotten his appearance. However, the person who can call his name is either older than him, or his elders, and the one at this age in the same courtyard at this time is the short-lived "young man" (uncle).

Sure enough, my sister stretched out her hand to beg: "Uncle, my sister wants to eat!" ”

"I won't give it to you, I'll break my fingers!" The young man simply rejected the younger sister. My sister's face collapsed. Although the refusal is ruthless, it is the truth. My sister is still young, how can she use her teeth to peel off the epidermis.

Sorghum is, of course, not sorghum seeds, but corn or sorghum stalks. It's a bit like eating sugar cane. However, only those male corn stalks that do not carry "dolls" are sweet, and there is water only in a few knots near the end of the ground. The same is true for sorghum stalks, which do not bear seeds and are sweet. Later, a kind of sweet sorghum with sweet seeds appeared, sweet from beginning to end, but generally no one planted it, and it was easy to attract thieves.

The grandfather is half a year older than Hong Yan, not only half a year older, but also a generation older. There is no way, and now we still pay attention to the era of seniority. The nickname is Eryuan, born in the second month of the lunar calendar, and the future scientific name will be Hong Jianyuan. Well, in fact, the generation of the father's generation is not the generation of Jianzi, Hong Yan's father was born in the year of New China, and the teacher named him Jianguo when he was in school, and later the second uncle was called Hong Jianjun near the Army Day, and the youngest third uncle was "built" down.

I have the impression that the uncle is much more solid than Hong Yan, eats well, dresses well, and is taller than Hong Yan. "The people love their children". No, he must have gone to the field in the production team to find sweet stalks to eat, a big hug.

Seeing the little sister staring at the sweet stalks in the uncle's arms, Hong Yan couldn't refuse: "Master, give me two!" ”

Hong Jianyuan magnificently picked two thick ones and threw them down, and finally said in a tone of lesson: "Don't cry there, like a girl!" Then he turned and ran home.