After Wen Jie and Zhao Xiaolong said goodbye to the haystacks, they went back to their respective homes.

Wen Jie walked a long way on the dirt road, watching the mound on this side raze, the houses on that side were demolished, the small square built a three-story commodity department, and the village cadres raised new houses......

Every time I go back to the village, the long-lost intimacy is always mixed with a more or less strangeness.

This strange feeling is like eating sand in soft glutinous rice porridge, and the chromium makes people uncomfortable.

The face that greeted him when he entered the village made Wen Jie feel familiar, and he didn't dare to recognize it for a while.

Those young men who were a few years younger than him grew taller and more mature in a short time.

The men in the village can bulge out of their beer bellies in the summer, and the women who become mothers gradually grow in waist and lose their slender figures.

Everything seems to be the way it is in memory, and it seems that those things that I know have long been drifting away with the wind, and I can't hold on to it anymore.

Uncle Li looked at the entrance of the village for a while, and when he saw Wen Jie, a look of surprise appeared in his cloudy eyes, and he stroked his gray beard and said:

"Xiaojie, are you coming back to see your mother?"

Hearing Lao Li's words, except for the two old men who were playing chess, they were thinking intently about the chessboard, and the rest of the old men who were watching the excitement all raised their heads to look at Wen Jie's side.

There was a familiar taste of Wenjie in his eyes.

People are warm and cold, the world is hot and cold, and in the eyes of the old people, they have become indifferent.

"yes, go home and see. Uncle Li, Uncle Zhang...... You guys play chess! ”

Several old men watched Wen Jie walk away with a smile, and sighed at his back:

"This baby has a hard life, so young and without a father!"

"yes, but now I have a job and a decent job in a big city. Every time I see Xiaojie, his mother talks to us about Xiaojie. ”

Walking through the most prosperous road in the village, Wenjie turned onto a narrow dirt road.

It is said that it is a prosperous vegetable market, and there are restaurants, non-staple food stores, cold drink shops and the like on both sides of the vegetable market......

His home was at the end of the dirt road.

It was a nondescript bungalow, with a suite room inside and out.

He and his mother lived in one room each, and the total was about sixty or seventy square meters.

The yard is not big, and as soon as Wen Jie stepped into the yard, he saw that the flowers, plants, fruits and vegetables that his mother tended to grow very well.

The green shallots are neatly lined up, and the humble loofahs hang from the vines......

The family no longer grows corn, and since he went to college, there is no man in the family, and his mother is not in good health, so the corn field is no longer planted.

There is no such thing as a time when the cobs of orange corn fill the yard in autumn.

Wen Jie stood in the courtyard and looked around, and a nail in the curtain hanging at the door had fallen.

He staggered to the basement, got a hammer and a nail, and began to drive the nails.

"Who?"

The voice was all too familiar, it was Mother.

No matter when his mother's voice is heard, Wen Jie will feel at ease.

As soon as Wen Jie heard his mother's voice, his eyes were a little sour, and he turned his head and wiped it with his sleeve.

"Mother, it's me, Xiaojie."

"Xiaojie! Is it Xiaojie? ”

There was a series of small steps in the room, the curtain of the door was lifted from the room, and the familiar face of the mother appeared before me.

"It's really Xiaojie, come into the house!"

The wrinkles on her mother's face seemed to be stretched, and she looked at Wen Jie with crooked eyebrows.

snatched the hammer in Wen Jie's hand, didn't let him get the curtain anymore, and pulled him into the house.

As soon as Wen Jie sat down here, his mother turned around and took out a handkerchief from the box, handed it to Wen Jie mysteriously, and said:

"Open, open and see ......"

Wen Jie stared at the handkerchief for a moment, remembering that when he was a child, his mother always picked up the handkerchief and hid it in the box when he was a child.

Pick it up at night, Wen Jie was hungry, and when he was hungry, he took it out and stuffed it for him.

The small handkerchief became heavy in Wen Jie's hand.

His nose was a little sour, and he quickly lowered his head, pretending to be pondering the precious thing in the handkerchief.

At his mother's urging, he carefully peeled off the handkerchief layer by layer, and there was a layer of oiled paper in the handkerchief. Wen Jie was stunned for a moment, and slowly uncovered the oil paper.

Oh, a golden ground of sugar burned, surrounded by handkerchiefs and oiled paper.

"Sugar fire?" Wen Jie was surprised.

"Yes, it was given to me by Aunt Li, this thing can be placed, so I will leave one for you. You taste it, I heard that it came back from outside, but it's authentic. ”

Mother said cheerfully, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Wen Jie lowered his head, stuffed the sugar fire into his mouth, took a big bite, and chewed hard, maybe it had been put for a long time, and it became a little harder, so he scratched his throat when he swallowed it.

"Delicious!" Wen Jie showed a comfortable expression, as if he had eaten a delicious taste in the world.

As soon as she heard that her son loved to eat, Wen Jie's mother smiled like a flower.

"Xiaojie, my mother asked you, do you have any girls in your unit dating you?"

Wen Jie choked in his throat as soon as he took a bite of fire, cough cough, cough cough.

Mother hurriedly brought half a bowl of warm water and asked him to drink it smoothly.

It seems that being urged to marry by the elders is an unchanging drama.

Wen Jie lowered his head and was a little shy: "There is a girl named Yang Shanshan, who is very good-looking, and she is trying to date her." ”

"Then when will I bring it home to my mother!"

"Uh......" Wen Jie thought of Yang Shanshan's delicate face, and inappropriately remembered the system bug.

"There's a chance!" Wen Jie snorted haha.

With a relieved smile on her mother's face, she got up and went to work in the kitchen.

Wen Jie was not idle to sweep the floor, mop the floor, and rebuild the broken part of the courtyard wall with bricks.

After washing his hands and dusting off his body, he sat down and picked up his phone.

See that there are unread messages.

It's Bruce Zhao.

"Wen Jie, I'll help you inquire. The head of the family whose name was Jia and his name was Jia Lin. It was the boss who was electrocuted, and it seemed that his name was Jia Song. ”

Wen Jie was sitting on the sofa looking at his phone, working for a long time, and he was a little thirsty.

He took the bowl of water his mother had just poured from the table and brought it to his lips to take a sip.

Seeing Zhao Xiaolong's information, his body stiffened suddenly. Everything in front of me began to become ethereal, and the grass appeared uncontrollably in my mind.

Behind the grass are hidden eyes that are watching in horror at the bloody scene that is unfolding.

"Pop" the bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Mother hurried from the kitchen.

looked at the broken bowl on the ground, threw the shovel in his hand to the ground, ran to Wen Jie to look at his hands and feet, made sure that he was not cut, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll just sweep it away, don't move, don't stick your feet."

After saying that, he turned around and went to the kitchen.

"Oops...... The pot is mushy! A mother's exclamation came from the kitchen.

Wen Jie looked up and saw smoke coming out of the kitchen, and he ran to the kitchen to get busy with his mother.

"Then sweep the house."

The mother looked at Wen Jie in the kitchen a little absent-mindedly, thinking that her son was not used to doing kitchen work, so she found an excuse to send him out.

Wen Jie carried the broom, and swept the broken bowl into the pinch mechanically and numbly.

But there is a name in my heart that turns back and forth, like a raging tsunami that will destroy everything.

Jia Nan!