The deceased was the mother of a little boy, who had heard that the water was good, but she just fell headlong into the mud. In fact, the water was not very deep in the place where she drowned, and it just slipped over her shoulder.

The little boy's grandfather came to my house that night with a few bags of things, saying that he was thanking me for saving his little grandson.

I've always been afraid to talk to the elderly, so after a few pleasantries, I hid back inside to read, even though it was hot.

"Hey! What kind of life do you think I'm doing? After digging in the soil for a lifetime, I finally married a daughter-in-law for my child and dealt with a family, but I encountered this kind of thing. Ay! ”

"Hey! Who's to say it isn't! Come on, brother, let's smoke the roots!" My dad said.

"Poor thing! The child has no mother when he is young, and his mother doesn't care about anything when she stretches her legs, but the child and his father are suffering, our family, where can we find a mother for him? ”

"I looked for the blind man before, and he said that the doll is afraid of water, but he doesn't dare to go to the river. I'm a thousand instructions, why do you say that the baby is blinded by lard? ”

"Hey! It's all fate! ”

"Who says it's not, everything is fate, and it's not up to anyone! Dude, you have to look away! ”

"Okay, big brother, let's go, I still have to find a blind man to show the day, this hot day, can't be put aside!"

"Okay, brother, you're busy with business, I won't keep you anymore, you can take these bags of things back!"

"Big brother, didn't you slap me in the face? His eldest sister saved the baby's life, this thing, you return the gift, if I take it, can I still mix in the village in the future? ”

"Brother, you think too much, you can't go to the blind man's house empty-handed, right? There really is no one in our house to eat. ”

The two of them pushed and gave in for a while, and the person who came didn't take anything after all, and left empty-handed.

I ran out of the house sweating profusely, and a gust of wind blew, making the ginkgo biloba rustle. At this time, a meteor happened to pass through the sky.

It was late at night.

August 7 Light rain

When the fake is true, the truth is also false, and there is no place for inaction.

Autumn begins today, but this is only the autumn on the solar terms, and as for the meteorological autumn, it remains to be seen.

But I can't wait for this rain. It's wet everywhere, and it's very damp in the house, especially on the ground.

The body is also sticky and greasy, which is very uncomfortable. This kind of weather always makes people feel depressed and boring, and my father is no exception, he is depressed all day.

At dinner, he went to the commissary to exchange for a pound of loose wine, and he had not drunk a drop of alcohol before, at least I had not seen him drink it.

After drinking alone, my father drunkenly said to himself, "Med, this shit, it's really not a thing!"

I thought to myself: Li Shouxin is really true to his word.

Then he half-squinted and said to me, "Girl, I'm embarrassed to say, shame!" He said as he slapped his face with his hand. There was a crackling sound.

"Dad, don't do this." I reached for his arm.

Unexpectedly, he slapped his backhand in the face, and it hurt hotly.

"You have to take care of it!" After saying that, he lay on the table, unconscious.

Growing so big, this is the first time I have been beaten by my father. It's certain that I have anger in my heart, but I don't hate him.

Not only did I hate him, but I also sympathized with him, because my father was poor and only had his face left.

Li Shouxin is indeed a real villain, and when I refused Li Mao's proposal, he threatened to make me regret it.

So far, I can't talk about regret, but he did hurt me, especially my father. God knows, how did he know about me and Mede.

I hate Dmitry, he's a hypocrite.

The rain seemed to have stopped, and a few dogs barked in the distance, and the night was terrible.

I counted the loose notes that were clipped to the pages, but the money did not increase by the number of counts.

Yes, a few more. Maybe I can borrow a few from someone else, or open my mouth with my father.

Outside the window, it seemed to be raining again. My eyelids are already fighting. In a trance, I came to the small river again, and under the slanting sunset, the water surface was sparkling.

A remnant sun spreads in the water, half of the river is sorrowful and half of the river is red.

August 22 Cloudy

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

As the saying goes, plans can't keep up with change. On the morning of August 8, I came back from the field, washed my face, and was about to make breakfast. I happened to meet my father coming out of the room.

He moved slowly, rubbing his eyes and yawning. I opened my mouth, stopped talking, scooped a scoop of water into the basin, and went into the room.

The dinner table was quiet, everyone was silent, only the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding, chewing, swallowing, and inevitably mixed. Compose a wonderful music that belongs only to that moment.

My father was the first to put down the dishes and chopsticks, wiped his mouth and went to the back room. After a moment of silence, my brother touched me with his elbow, and then pinched his throat and said:

"Sister......

"Huh!" Father poked his head out of the back room.

He paced slowly to the edge of the table and sat down again, as if he had made a great deal of determination.

There was another silence, an agonizing silence. I couldn't sit still anymore and was about to get up and leave.

The father finally broke the silence: "I know you have always wanted to go out, there are a few hundred yuan here, the poor family is rich, you can pick it up!"

"Clean up! In the afternoon, I will send you to the town to take the car, this is your brother-in-law's address, you have taken it. ”

Although this day has been long-awaited for a long time, when it is time to leave, I am inexplicably reluctant to give up. Oh, yes! After all, I have lived here for more than ten years.

I didn't dare to think about it anymore, for fear that tears would flow out. Hurriedly hid in the house and cleaned up. In fact, there is nothing to tidy up, the most important thing is the diary and bedding.

I was looking forward to it, hesitating, yearning, hesitating, and I had never suffered so much about the passage of time.

We had lunch in advance, and after the meal, my father took the initiative to pick up the futon, which I wanted to carry myself, but my father insisted on refusing.

My father led the way, and I followed closely behind, one silent, the other speechless. Only the footsteps were hurried, and the birds were only chirping and making noise from afar.

I can't help but think of when I was a child, I remember going to the village to catch a temple fair.

I slipped off my father's back again and again, jumping up and down to take the lead, and my father always called out to me that I couldn't walk, and told me to slow down, and slow down.

When I climbed on his back again, he was flying again. Like at this moment, it seems like I'm driving him.

When we arrived, the bus had not yet arrived, so we had to wait in the open space outside the commissary with other people waiting for the bus.

Looking at my father's faded and white clothes and pants, sandwiched in the colorful crowd, although I knew that most of these colorful clothes were just a cover in front of people, I still felt hot on my face.

In the golden yellow of the sunset, it is like the light and shadow of the memory on the screen. I don't know what the future holds, but I'm sure I won't be as eager to hide it in my memory as I am now.