"Ami, there will be a literacy class in the commune in the evening, you wait for me to go with you!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the entrance of the village after dinner, you should hurry up, Aunt Lamei will also go, and then the three of us will be together."

"Okay, then I'll go back first, and I'll see you then."

Wang Li began to wonder when she heard the sound of talking outside, how many years has the commune been disbanded, and the literacy class has been open for a winter, what else is going on, what kind of old yellow calendar are these, who is still talking about this, oh, Aunt Lamei, didn't Aunt Lamei marry into the town? Ami, Ami?

Wang Li gritted her teeth for a while, Huo sat up, she was going to die, Wang Mei still dared to come?

Wang Li turned her head and wanted to shout at her son to blow people away, but she found that the room was dark and dull and couldn't see clearly, so she groped for the head of the bed to turn on the light, but what she touched was the tent, and after being stunned, she remembered, isn't she dead? How can you move again? And it was summer when she died, but now she is covered with a six-pound thick quilt, and she just touched the quilt, and the quilt is still cut from old cloth woven by herself, which has not been used for many years.

I don't know what's going on now, Wang Li lifted the quilt and got out of bed, fumbled to put on her shoes, and tentatively touched the side of the bed, and sure enough, she found a matchbox, and after polishing the matches, there was a kerosene lamp in the middle of the bedside table.

lit the lamp, Wang Li looked around, wasn't this the back house she lived in with her sisters back then? How did you get here? Looking at the bedside table on the other side, the cotton clothes and cotton pants were really on it, and after putting down the kerosene lamp and putting on the cotton clothes and pants in a trembling manner, Wang Li didn't care about doubting how she could be cold and how she ran into the room back then, and walked out with the lamp - if these are true, the people who spoke outside just now were designated as Sister Xiaomei and Wang Mei of the village party secretary!

Before she could take two steps, the door opened, and the person who came in with a kerosene lamp in her hand was not her mother Lin Guizhi!

"Ali, wake up, do you still have a fever?" Lin Guizhi blew out the kerosene lamp in his hand in distress and walked towards Wang Li, and poked her head with his hand: "Your uncle Dongzi said that if the fever does not go away, you will have to take medicine after dinner." ”

Wang Li stepped back, avoided Lin Guizhi's hand, gritted her teeth and said, "It's not burning, who did you just hear Wang Mei talking to?" ”

Lin Guizhi looked at Wang Li strangely, the kerosene lamp was not bright enough, and she couldn't see Wang Li's face clearly, so she didn't care and said: "It's your sister Meizi, you said that you were going to night school to do literacy or something, what are you calling your sister's name, you want to call your sister." After a while, you will come out, and you will be alone in the room to light a kerosene lamp waste. ”

Since the second daughter said that she wouldn't burn it, Lin Guizhi also turned around and went out, there are still a bunch of things at home, Ami's dead girl knows how to learn to read, and she doesn't know how to help cook, and Ah Fang Ah Xia below is not yet ten years old, and she can barely burn a fire.

When Lin Guizhi went out, Wang Li stood in place for a while, then slowly put the kerosene lamp on the bedside table with shaking hands, and then sat on the bed with a slump of butts, unable to recover for a long time.

That's her mom just now, yes, but that's her mom more than 20 years ago! There are also Wang Li, Sister Meizi, night school literacy, these are all more than 20 years ago!

Besides, I obviously remember that I swallowed my breath, but I still held my son's hand in the three blue brick houses built by the third child in the old house of the Chen family, why did I run to the back cover room where I lived more than 20 years ago?

The more I thought about it, the more panicked I became, and quickly reached out and pinched the tiger's mouth, hiss~~~ It hurts, and I probed my finger under my nose again. But how did you live to more than 20 years ago?

What the hell is going on? Since I can't figure it out by myself, I'll go to the hall and have a look.

Wang Li took a deep breath, remembering what she told him when she taught her son before, you can't be in a hurry when something happens, take a breath, observe first, see what other people react and then you will know what to do, now it's your turn, you can't be in a hurry, it's easy to make mistakes if you are in a hurry, if you let people know that you are a dead person in more than 20 years, it would be terrible, if this is really discovered, with her parents panicking in trouble, Wang Mei in trouble, the whole village will definitely know the kung fu of drinking tea, And then tomorrow morning, the Red Guards have to arrest themselves immediately, as if no one has been criticized for half a year, and this is not to find a living ghost to fight to the death?

When her heartbeat slowed down, Wang Li stood up with a kerosene lamp, kicked down her feet, felt the familiar ground in her memory, and strode towards the hall.

The door of the hall was wide open, the sky outside was gloomy, and the room was not very bright, and Wang Mei was sitting alone on a small bench at the door, holding a book and reading, and her right hand was still writing on the ground.

Wang Li took a deep breath and turned her head to look at the hall, there was a portrait of the deputy ** hanging on the wall in the middle, there was nothing on the offering table against the wall, there were two large cracks on the square table under the table, and a table leg against the wall was shortened, and there was a stone underneath. A bench was placed on each side of the table.

The ground is still dirt, not too flat, there are still a few pools of chicken manure on it, obviously the chicken is newly pulled, usually she will be cleaned up immediately when she sees it, but this will she don't want to move.

Placing the kerosene lamp on the square table, Wang Li walked to the kitchen at the other end of the hall.

In the kitchen, Lin Guizhi was cutting radishes in front of the board, the younger sister Ah Xia was washing rice with a big gourd scoop, and the third sister A Fang came out of the firewood room behind with a bundle of cotton branches.

Wang Li hurriedly stepped forward and took the cotton branches, and said, "You also move less at a time, you can't hold such a large pile." ”

Wang Fang let go of the cotton branch and said with a smile: "Second sister, you are okay, this is not heavy, you can move it." ”

Wang Xia also held the gourd scoop and looked up and smiled happily: "Second sister, you're so good!" ”

Wang Li couldn't help but smile and squint, walked to the door of the stove in three steps and put down the cotton branch and said, "Let's go, you two go out to play, just the second sister is here." ”

Wang Fang Wang Xia immediately laughed happily, and when Wang Li took the washed rice and poured it into the pot, she quickly ran out holding hands. They all knew that their second sister loved them, and they couldn't let Lin Guizhi stop them when it was too late.

Lin Guizhi wanted to open her mouth to ask her second daughter to cut vegetables and stir-fry, but she stood on her waist for an afternoon and panicked, and saw Wang Fang and Wang Xia had run out of the kitchen door happily, and saw that Wang Li had already sat at the door of the stove, so she had to endure and continue to cut radish, fortunately, there were only three dishes, the cabbage was cut, the pickled beans were also cut, and the radish was almost finished.

Wang Li took the tongs and stuffed the straw into the stove, lit the fire, and then folded the cotton branches and stuffed them into the stove and put them on the straw, and soon the small branches were ignited, and the temperature of the stove rose rapidly, and she began to warm up in the light of the hot fire.

Obviously, this temperature, this warmth belongs to the living, she is really a living person now, and everything here is real.

The Wang Mei I saw just now is real, the two younger sisters A Xia A Fang are real, and her mother Lin Guizhi is also real, so she really lived back to more than 20 years ago!

Maybe God took pity on her for a lifetime and let her go back to the past.

A tear could not help but drip down, fell on the scattered straw clippings on the ground, and quickly disappeared.

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