At the end of September, the weather was clear and cloudless. novel

At the foot of Taihang Mountain, an old man walked on the ancient road, wearing a short cardigan on his upper body, fat bloomers on his lower body, wearing round cloth shoes on his feet, and carrying a big bag on his back.

This ancient road existed hundreds of years ago and was once the main road connecting the Taihang Mountains to the outside. Later, I don't know which dynasty started, and I thought that this ancient road was too tossed around, so a new road was rebuilt. There are fewer people coming and going on the ancient road.

However, there are many small villages in the mountains of Taihang Mountain, although this ancient road is detoured, but these small villages are strung together, and it is the only way for local villagers to enter and exit, so it has been preserved.

When the old man walked under a tree with a crooked neck, it was already noon.

The mountain wind blew a little warmer on the body.

He stopped, looked up at the not-so-tall crooked-necked tree, and suddenly grinned and said, "This is it!" ”

Walking to the tree and patting the trunk, the old man sighed: "Brother, how many years have we not seen each other?" It's been more than 40 years. Shaking his head, a glittering tear welled up in his eyes.

Life is too short! Forty years have passed in the blink of an eye, old man! What is it like this tree? Forty years ago, forty years later!

After sighing like this for a while, the old man sat down against the crooked neck tree, sat down on the root of the tree, took out a large cake from his bag, lowered his head and nibbled on it.

There are very few pedestrians on the ancient road, and occasionally a few bicycles ride by, and I don't look at the old man sitting at the root of the tree with a weather-covered face and gnawing on the cake.

Dressed in strange clothes, his face is covered in dust, and he can't figure out what the way is. Naturally, no one wants to mess with such a man who obviously has no oil and water. It's likely to be a troublesome old man.

This year. People's hearts are not ancient, and the world is declining.

As soon as you ignore him, maybe he will lie down in front of your car and hold you and never let go.

After the old man finished eating the flatbread, he stood up contentedly and patted the dust on his buttocks...... There wasn't much dust on the buttocks, and dust was sprinkled all over the placket coat.

From the magic capital to the foot of Taihang Mountain, you can go directly to the foot of the mountain in the south by turning a few cars. If you come from there. It's only a dozen miles. But the old man was worried about the car money, and secondly, he was worried that the car was driving along the newly built highway and did not know the road when he arrived at the land. So, get off the bus early in the provincial capital and walk all the way.

Of course, compared to the fifteen or sixteen days walk from Xinxing Town forty years ago, it is now only a three-day walk, which is much faster. The old man does not feel tired.

Besides, he chose to walk all the way north along the ancient road. There is also the use of retrieving memories from forty years ago, and it is not purely to save money.

Satisfied, he patted his stomach. The old man, who was over the age of six, walked a few steps, came back to pee on the crooked neck tree, and muttered, "Old brother, I don't know if there will be a chance to meet again." Forty years ago, I hid under a tree to avoid the rain, but I got drenched and soaked, and I had a serious illness, and if it wasn't for Guibao's family to save me, I would have been buried here forty years ago. Alas, if there is no rain today, I will pour some water on you, which is also a dusty relationship. ”

After peeing and pulling his pants, the old man squinted at the village not far from the foot of the mountain.

Thousands of miles of road rushed to the ground, but there was the nervousness of homesickness.

He slowed his pace...... In front is Nantou Village, and the first one at the entrance of the village is Wang Guibao's home. Thinking that back then, he had no choice but to go to her house to beg for food, but Wang Guibao, who was only 16 years old, ignored his father's eyes and left him lame......

Two lines of hot tears suddenly flowed.

Repentance!

What a remorse!

After he recovered from his illness that year, he was in a hurry to rush back to Xinxing Town, Gui Bao stretched out his hand to stop him at the door and didn't let him go, which nerve was wrong? Unexpectedly, I hardened my heart and walked away without looking back? What if you put aside a qiē and stay? How can there be more than forty years of regret!

The old man's name is Qin Dashu, he is the master of Xinxing Town, and he also has an identity, he is the hidden descendant of the Taixuan faction.

At the head of the village, the original low mud house is no longer there, and a new bungalow has been built on the old house, and an earthen wall connects the main house and the hut together.

Qin Dashu looked at the jujube tree in front of the house and was sure that it was here.

The room was silent.

He walked into the porch and stopped at the gate, looking forward to a reunion after a long absence......

A man in his forties came out of the back hut, and when he walked into the back door of the main house, he saw an elderly man with a large bag standing at the door with tears in his eyes.

The man waved his hand and said, "If you go to another house to beg, you won't be able to open the pot yourself." ”

Qin Dashu has lived in Taihang Mountain for a period of time, and can understand the local dialect here, so he hurriedly said: "I don't want to eat, I want to ask, is this Wang Guibao's house?" ”

The man in his forties is named Wang Yougen, an honest mountain man, who is the son of Wang Guibao. In the early years, he stepped out of the Taihang Mountains to work in big cities. But in less than a year, I thought that the part-time job was too hard, I couldn't earn a few dollars, and my life was very hard, not to mention, and I was very lonely. It's better to go home and guard a few acres of thin fields, so that your wife and children can live on the hot kang. Haven't all of their ancestors come over like this?

"Wang Guibao?" The man felt that the name was somewhat familiar, and he frowned and began to think about it. It took a long time before I remembered that my mother seemed to be called that, but she was a little unsure.

He was illiterate, and everyone in the small mountain village called his mother "Yougen Niang", "Yougen Thanniang", or "Generational Brotherhood......

"Wang Guibao?" He asked again.

Qin Dashu, who was standing at the gate, was pounding, just like going to her again that year. That year, he was also standing at the gate, his chest thumping, and when he saw Wang Guibao coming out with the child in his arms, his feet were weak and he actually fell on the threshold...... Another forty years have passed!

"Yes, Wang Guibao, my leg is a little lame." He said with some excitement.

Wang Yougen was sure that the old man had come to find his mother. Looking left and right, the old man doesn't look like a rich man, and he doesn't have such a relative in his impression.

"My mother is Wang Guibao, who are you? What are you looking for her for? ”

Qin Dashu began to get excited and said, "I, my name is Qin Dashu, and I'm from Xinxing Town. ”

"You are the Qin Dashu of Xinxing Town?" The king looked at him up and down.

With a simple question, Qin Dashu immediately dizzy and dizzy...... Eighty-three years, his master Liu Daozi passed away, leaving an inheritance of sixteen yuan and seven corners and three points, after breaking seven, Qin Dashu went to the town to buy a bottle of good wine very profligately, and took a big sip, the heart was so hot that the sweaty pores were bursting with happy bubbles.

The feeling now is the same as drinking the first sip of wine back then, warming the heart and lungs and warming the stomach!

Guibao's baby knows her name! Gui Bao didn't forget him!

Before leaving the magic capital, Gu Chenyi and Chu Jingyan both persuaded him not to go to Wang Guibao, after so many years, he may have forgotten him! Didn't forget! Remember him! Next time I see the two apprentices, see what they have to say!

The old man's lips trembled at this moment, and the old man said with tears: "You are Guibao's baby, I saw ...... forty years ago" One voice became more anxious, "Where is Guibao?" Guibao? Not at home? ”

Wang Yougen said unshockedly: "My mother left the year before last. ”

"What...... Is it? ”

"My mother left the year before last."

Qin Dashu's legs were weak, and he sat on the threshold, looking at each other in astonishment as he saw Wang Guibao come out with the baby in his arms forty years ago.

The honest Wang Yougen glanced at Qin Dashu, his expression was complicated, and he sighed: "It would be good if you came two years earlier!" ”

"How did she go?"

"Sick."

"What disease?"

"My family was poor, I didn't go to the hospital, I didn't know what the disease was, I lay in bed for a month, and then I was gone."

Qin Dashu opened his mouth, tears rolling down, just like the pee he poured on the bottom of the tree with his crooked neck, and he didn't stop for a while, and his strength seemed to be drained.

"My mother said, if you come, go to the grave to see her and see her."

This remark made Qin Dashu grow a little strength, stood up, and said, "Go, go, go and see......"

Wang Yougen took out a hoe from the corner of the wall, carried it on his shoulder, and said, "Let's go." ”

The grave is in the private plot more than 100 meters southwest of the house, a very small mound, and there is no monument. There is a lot of grass growing on the mound, and vegetables are planted in front of the mound. Most of the graves in the countryside are like this. Except for his own family members who know who is buried underneath, no one else will know.

Wang Yougen took off the hoe, removed the grass from the grave, and muttered: "Mother, Qin Dashu from Xinxing Town is here." ”

Qin Dashu rubbed his hands.

The last time I came to see Gui Bao, I saw her come out with the baby in her arms, and after Qin Dashu sat on the threshold, Gui Bao's tears flowed down, sobbing and crying. Then, the two sat on wooden stools in the living room, and sat for an afternoon, both with a stomach full of things to say, but never a word was uttered.

Some words can only be kept in the heart, and it is useless to say them, which is what Qin Dashu thought at that time.

When he left, Gui Bao limped to see him off, moved his mouth several times, and sent it to the old well at the head of the village, Qin Dashu waved his hand and asked her to go back, Gui Bao moved his mouth again, and then suddenly cried, turned around and ran home, limping, limping...... Qin Dashu watched her leave blankly, looking sad, but thinking of her baby, he finally shook his head and left. This walk is forty years.

After Wang Yougen finished weeding, he saw that Qin Dashu's expression was strange, and his feet were rooted, so he refused to go, so he put the hoe flat on the ridge and sat on the handle of the hoe.

Qin Dashu squatted down, looked at the small mound, and asked, "Gui Bao Tawa, where is your father?" ”

Wang Yougen burst into flames for no reason, and said in a rough voice: "When I was five years old, he died. ”

Qin Dashu was struck by lightning and left at the age of five? Gone at the age of five? Gone thirty-five years ago? Why did he come to see her now? Suddenly, he shouted: "Guibao, ......" followed by a terrible cry: "Goose goose goose ......"

The sound of the "goose" is intermittent, from high to low, and then from high to low, and so on. (To be continued!)

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