On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Han Zheng packed up his things today, and then said goodbye to the principal, Wang Xian, Li Feng and others, and prepared to return home today.

Because his family is in the countryside, unlike the current transportation, Han Zheng can only get up early, and then pack up his things and go home, so that he can return home in the evening.

A while ago, in order to inquire about his future arrangements, Han Zheng stayed in the school and waited for news while accompanying the principal and others, and during the Chinese New Year, he didn't even find anyone to report back home, so he gave up, thinking that it would be good to go back to surprise his father.

It's been two years since he left home, and at this time two years ago, Han Zheng left home reluctantly with a package on his shoulder. Two years later, at this time, I rushed home with a package on my back, and the only difference was that two years later, there was no snow in the countryside.

Walking on the road, Han Zheng remembered the situation when he said goodbye to his father two years ago, and his heart was a little excited, and his steps couldn't help but speed up, and his heart became more and more hot.

Walking on the country road that often appears in dreams, listening to the sound of firecrackers from time to time, Han Zheng tightened his collar, packed up his mood and strode home.

At noon, Han Zheng hastily ate a steamed bun on the road, and then continued to hurry, and finally at about two o'clock in the afternoon, he saw the village he was once familiar with in the distance.

As the so-called hometown is more timid, Han Zheng walked a little carelessly, but as soon as he walked into the village, the native dogs raised by the families in the village made a frenzied bark, and the villagers in the village were also attracted by the barking of their own native dogs.

Some time ago, there was a revolution in the south, and various places in the north also heard the rumors, and the villagers were vigilant even if they were in the New Year, so when they heard the dog barking, the villagers did not dare to delay, and hurriedly walked out under the leadership of the village elder.

Han Lao is already eighty-two years old this year, and his body is getting older and older as he grows older, and it is impossible to be as healthy as the previous two years.

Just now, Han Lao's family was eating, but they heard the dog barking badly, and they were worried that something was wrong, so they put down their rice bowls, and hurriedly let their youngest grandson Han Goudan help him out, and then rushed to the entrance of the village with the gathered villagers.

So, Han Zheng met Han Lao, who had just left the village......

Han Zheng looked at a group of people from the village, some of whom knew each other, and some of whom were strange, but after a careful look, he didn't see his father Han Sheng after all, and before Han Lao could ask questions, he couldn't hide his disappointment and said to Han Lao, who was in the lead: "Han Lao, do you still remember me?" You have been in good health for the last two years. ”

For Han Lao, Han Zheng was deeply impressed by him, but now it seems that the other party is much older than the previous two years, but even he himself has changed a lot in the past two years, and he is no longer the township doll when he first came out of the village, and he doesn't know if he still remembers Han Zheng in the same village, let alone Han Lao.

The rest of the village looked at this young man who was dressed very differently, his eyes were bright, his body was Zhouzheng, and they were all talking to each other in a little surprise, when they listened to what Han Zheng said to Han Lao, some people who reacted quickly were a little eyebrows, and looked at Han Zheng's face carefully, and secretly said Could it be Han Jiawazi, who left home two years ago?!

Han Lao also looked at the young man in front of him who was greeting him with a little surprise, and carefully looked at the somewhat familiar eyebrows in front of him, after all, he suddenly remembered, but he was still a little surprised and uncertain and asked, "Are you the baby of the Han family?" ”

When Han Zheng nodded his head, he was overjoyed, affirmed his thoughts, and quickly asked his grandson to help him forward, excitedly saying to the Han family baby who left home two years ago to study and finally returned to his hometown today: "You are back today, it's been two years, I thought I would never see you again before I died, hurry up and sit with me at home, don't stand here." ”

As he spoke, Han Lao pushed his grandson away and pulled Han Zheng to his home.

The villagers behind him also followed in a noisy manner, talking about the villager who came back from abroad, admiring in a low voice, and then turning his head to look at his own children, he inevitably taught a lesson, and looked at Han Zheng's back with envy.

Although Han Zheng didn't see his father Han Zheng, he was now being pulled by the clan elders in the village, and it was not good to ask now, so he had to help Han Lao walk to his home instead of Han Goudan.

"It's been two years, I thought I couldn't see you anymore with this old bone, but you've grown a lot taller and changed a lot in the past two years, I almost didn't recognize it, it's good to come back, don't forget your roots, it's good to come back." Just went to Han Lao's house and sat down, listening to Han Laolian say two words, "It's good to come back", Han Zheng was also a little emotional for a while, and arched his hand to the villagers, his eyes were a little moist, and he didn't feel real at home.

When I saw the children in the surrounding villages, I quickly gave them some of the sugar I bought in the city.

At the same time, Han Lao hurriedly asked his son to make some tea, and took out the tea leaves that he had treasured for a long time and was reluctant to drink, and brewed a full pot, which suddenly became fragrant in the room.

Han Lao and Han Zheng talked about the situation at home in the past two years, and asked Han Zheng about his overseas situation from time to time, talking about family routines, but he always avoided talking about Han Zheng's father Han Sheng, intentionally or unintentionally.

However, this topic can't be avoided after all, after a while, Han Zheng still didn't see his father coming, and saw that the villagers dodged every time the topic involved his father, and pulled it elsewhere, his heart suddenly became uneasy, and he couldn't help but ask Han Lao: "Han Lao, my father is fine at home, I don't know if he went to my uncle's house today?" ”

As soon as this sentence came out, the whole room fell silent, Han Zheng felt that the atmosphere was not right, glanced around at the villagers, and saw that they all hurriedly lowered their heads when they saw their eyes, for fear that they would see something, and their hearts suddenly tightened.

Han Lao looked at Han Zheng and sighed, thinking that he would always let this child know, and after making up his mind, he no longer concealed it, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Child, I'll tell you something, don't get excited." ”

Hearing this, Han Zheng's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, and he endured the hidden pain in his heart, barely controlled his emotions, and nodded to Han Lao.

"Your father, he—he died of illness last year—"

When Han Zheng heard this, he immediately felt a thunderous rumble ringing in his head, his eyes instantly froze, but he couldn't open his mouth to speak, and the tight strings in his heart also broke.

Even if he already felt that something was wrong beforehand, and even had an ominous premonition, when the news was confirmed, the news was still like a bolt from the blue to him, how could he bear it? Han Lao looked at Han Zheng's trembling hands in front of him, and whispered to Han Zheng about Han's illness and death, and the surrounding villagers couldn't bear to see Han Zheng like this, who didn't go home for two years, and he couldn't stand it when he heard such news when he just got home, and he was young.

Han Zheng's eyes were dull as he looked at the patriarch's mouth constantly opening and closing, but he couldn't hear any sound, only one voice was recalling in his mind, "Father is gone, father is gone—"

At this time, he no longer thought of any ambition in his heart, only full of grief.

Yourself, after all, it's too late.

Han Zheng sat on the stool, and then felt that it was dark in front of him, but he couldn't hold it anymore and fainted.

The villagers suddenly became a little flustered, and Han Lao hurriedly asked the dog next to him to help Han Zheng up, and asked the villagers next to him to help carry Han Zheng to the bed in the middle to settle down.

After these things were arranged, the villagers all glanced at Han Zheng who was lying on the bed sympathetically, sighed and walked out, what a poor baby, the mother had just left, and the father had not seen the last side and passed away.

Han Lao sat on the edge of the bed, let his grandson bring some tea for Han Zheng, and said to the whole family next to him: "This child is too pitiful, let him rest first, you stay and take good care of your Han brother." The dog quickly answered, and he sat down in the house.

When Han Zheng woke up, it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening, and his spirit was so impacted, and he didn't eat for two meals, he opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a young man next to him who was a little dark-faced, but still strong, sitting on the edge of his bedside, and thought for a while before remembering that he was called Goudan, and he was just seventeen years old this year, and he usually didn't like to talk, and he listened to the words of the other party's grandfather the most, a typical rural honest boy.

The dog sat quietly on the edge of the bed, and when he heard Han Zheng's movement, he hurriedly turned his head to look at Han Zheng, and when he saw Han Zheng wake up, he didn't care about asking Han Zheng and ran out and shouted to his grandfather, to call Han Lao into the house.

At this time, Han Zheng also remembered what he heard about his father before he fell unconscious, and the tears that didn't come out all afternoon couldn't help but flow down anymore.

Han Lao had already entered the house at this time, and when he saw Han Zheng crying, he was relieved, just cry, otherwise he would suffocate his body.

Han Lao sighed and patted Han Zheng's shoulder and said, "Is it better?" Don't be too upset, your father doesn't want you to be like that over there. ”

Han Zheng choked up and said, "Old Han, can you tell me how my father could-"

"Well, what happened last year at this time, just after the New Year last year, when your father went to the grave with your mother, he was blown by the cool breeze, and when he got home, he started to have a fever, and he started to think it was a trivial matter, and invited Lang Zhong to come over, but who knew that the medicine did not get better, and your uncle also knew the news and came to take care of it, but he didn't expect that it would not last for seven days. The folks helped your uncle bury your father next to your mother—"

Listening to Han Lao's narration, I remembered my father who hadn't been together for a long time, this time I thought that when I came to the house, with my own ability, I could let my father live a good life, but I didn't expect that I would never see my father again-

Han Zheng struggled to get up, and said to Han Lao, who was about to stop him from getting up, and choked up: "Boy, thank you Han Lao for taking care of me, I want to go to my father's grave now." ”

Han Lao sighed, and no longer stopped him, and asked his grandson to help follow Han Zheng with some incense, candles, and paper, Han Zheng thanked him, and walked out with some staggered steps.

Along the road in memory, he walked to the east of the village, and the dog followed silently behind without speaking.

When I arrived at the head of the village, I saw an extra grave next to my mother's grave, walked over quickly, and knelt down at the grave of my parents, "The child is not filial, and I have not come to see you until now-"

As soon as he finished saying this, he couldn't say it anymore, just knelt there tremblingly. Before leaving home two years ago, I came to say goodbye to my mother with my father, but when I came here today, I was already separated by life and death, how could I not let Han Zheng be grief-stricken-

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