In such a small alley, a different drama is staged every day.

For example, whose children are crying today, tomorrow will be whose chickens are crowing and dogs barking, and the day after tomorrow which two adults are scolding and fighting over the wall, and the day after tomorrow it will be replaced by the cries of collecting broken copper and rotten iron.

This sound is played continuously every day, as if someone has turned on the loop mode.

Wei Yang was never sensitive to these sounds, as if they had never happened around him.

Weiyang has a short mother, she has a strange temper, sometimes it seems that she is still laughing loudly, but the next second she becomes serious and cold, and even beats people with a broom at every turn.

Although the mother is not tall, she is very diligent.

She gets up early and greedy for darkness almost every day, like a pendulum clock on the wall, no matter winter, summer, spring and autumn, she gets up on time.

Her hands are like pendulum pins in a pendulum clock, constantly repeating the action of pushing and pulling.

The weeds in the wheat field sometimes made her so busy that she forgot to eat or drink, but she never yelled at anyone or complained.

Weiyang's mother knows, even if she tells Weiyang, it won't work.

Because Weiyang is still young now, he doesn't understand anything about adults.

He didn't need to understand it, because he didn't know much about himself yet.

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His mother was like a cow, never tireless, toiling in the fields, year after year, day after day.

When spring comes, she is busy sowing, when summer comes, when summer comes, she is busy reaping, and when winter comes, she is busy storing grain.

She circles around the word 'busy' all year round, like the pendulum pin of the pendulum clock that swings back and forth, and can never stop.

She was entangled in her family's two acres of land and couldn't go anywhere.

She can't go anywhere, and Weiyang can't go anywhere.

Weiyang has never been out of the house once, so he doesn't even know what the outside world looks like, he doesn't even know what the neighbor's parents look like, and most of the time, he is locked in the house by his mother.

Throughout the year, the sheep can only watch the same phenomenon repeatedly.

For example, the grass in spring timidly shows the tip of its tender head, and at this time it is full of life.

For example, in the summer, the trees are full of small green leaves, and at this time, the mountains and fields are all green.

For example, in autumn, when the leaves turn yellow, they will fall off the branches one by one, and the ground will be withered and yellow.

For example, in winter, white snowflakes cover Weijia Village, and at this time, the entire yard, including the endless fields, becomes a white expanse.

Sometimes the sun rises over the door of his yard, sometimes over the fake doves on the roof of the neighbor's house.

In the afternoon, the sun would set over the western wall.

Sometimes the moon is round, sometimes it is missing......

The natural phenomena that were constantly playing out around him seemed to be fine, and the sadness and loneliness that he himself sometimes did not know where came from, and sometimes, this strange feeling alone was enough to drive him crazy.

From the moment he was born, he was locked in his room.

As time passed, he grew up little by little, and at the same time, his curiosity grew little by little.

He has a strong curiosity about the outside world.

Let's not talk about what the big world looks like except for Weijia Village, at least, he is already full of strong curiosity about what the little world outside their gate looks like.

He wondered, what were the groups of children playing with?

He wondered why they sometimes cried.

He wondered why they laughed sometimes.

He wondered, what were they talking about?

He wondered, what were they listening to with their ears pricked up?

He wanted to know......

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

Weiyang whimpered for about half an hour, and finally felt tired, so he automatically stopped crying.

At this time, he began to be stunned again, but, after a while, he suddenly remembered something, suddenly jumped off the cold earthen kang, jumped into the yard like a little rabbit, grabbed the courtyard door with two thin little hands, and shook it vigorously two or three times, but the door did not shake open.

Through the crack in the door, Wei Yang saw the yellow three-ring lock.

At this time, he knew that his mother had not returned. So he climbed back to the kang in despair.