The road for the construction of the new countryside was not paved to the entrance of the village, and the last section of the road was not paved with cement pavement, and it was still stumbling with stones mixed with mud.

When it was almost at its destination, the car started to jolt along that stretch of road. He looked at me being turned pale and the wheels almost looked like I was walking for the last kilometer.

I asked him to stop: "Hua Ming, stop, if you don't stop here first, I want to go back alone." ”

He turned his face sideways and looked at me, "Huh? Are you afraid that they will say something? ”

My face was a little hot, but I had to nod: "You are very good." It's just that we have customs here. Men and women come together on the first day of the Lunar New Year to 'pay New Year's greetings', which is not good after all, and I have only been in college for two years and am still in school, so it is even worse. People are terrible, and I don't want my parents to say anything. Hua Ming, thank you, wait for me here first, I, I will be back soon..."

"Don't be nervous, I understand. Depending on you, you can go with confidence, I will be here until you come back. ”

"Well, thank you, I'll be back soon."

I briefly explained to him that there was some dry food in the car, and if you were hungry, you could put it on first.

For the last part of the journey, I walked into the village by myself.

That day, I went back to that "home".

The dirt roads in the village are piled up with confetti of red cannons, and the doors of every house seem to be covered with a red carpet.

Fearing that I would meet acquaintances when I passed through the village, I continued to detour from the same road outside the village that I had bypassed many times. Fortunately, the old yellow dog guarding the peach tree of the butcher's house was no longer there, and there was no barking to alarm the villagers.

I silently walked behind a row of tiled houses.

That home, there is no yard.

The tiled house is located in the easternmost part of the village. Running north-south, the gate faces due east, and in front of the main gate is a large pond. The silt on the edge of the pond, which originally smelled foul, has been precipitated in the cold winter, and the center has also accumulated a transparent and pure color.

This is where I used to rest.

There are 3 tiled rooms in total, with a hall in the middle and bedrooms on both sides.

On the north side of the entrance is an isolated kitchen, and on the south side is a pigsty, and a few meters southeast of the pigsty there is a pressurized water well. In front of the pressurized well is the pond.

I held back my pace, and just as I wanted to take a step, I took it back.

For, from afar, I heard my mother's cry from the pressurized well in front of the door:

"What's so good about TV! One by one, I can't eat it dry, so get over and give me pressurized water personally! On the first day of the Lunar New Year, it's almost noon, and last night's dishes haven't been washed yet! Let a few of you all drink the northwest wind today! ”

Xu was tired of shouting, and he didn't get a lifetime of reply, and he was even more angry,

"Is your grandmother deaf all of her legs! If Xiaojun's dead girl is here, she can still take a hand, her wings are hard, she is so lazy to do it, I can't even call my mother! ”

The pole of the pressurized well was finally thrown off by her, and the man walked towards the house.

There was a sound of spitting melon seed peels in the house, as well as the usual drunken sound:

"For the New Year, can you not mention that wild girl! It's hard to send her away, what are you mentioning her for?! Beware of you shouting back and asking for tuition! More than 5,000 a year, the year before last, my mouth was worn out, and I owed my neighbors unpaid it, and I couldn't borrow a second one! 5,000 yuan sent away a money-losing goods, how good it would be for her to fend for herself. It's a big New Year, which pot can't be opened..."

"Don't mention it, don't mention it, all of you won't starve to death, one by one all his grandmother is a debt collector, what kind of sin did I create in my last life, and I will put you in a nest..."

I stepped back and pinched a roll of money in my pocket.

That day, I used a lot of courage to turn around and walk away completely.

Yes, this so-called "home", back, so what?

There's nothing to be nostalgic for.

I was in a trance, and I passed through the village by mistake. The road in the village is a dirt road, and on rainy days, it is run over by the wheels of rack cars and bicycles, and when it is dried by the sun and then hardened by the wind, it forms a dry and hard rut of different shades.

I bowed my head and walked carefully, as if intently measuring the road, slow and heavy.

People from the village were passing by, curious and trying to look at me. I kept my head down, wearing a red down jacket and long hair, and they seemed to have stopped, but for a moment I couldn't remember who had such a girl.

Just walking, walking. Walking to the north of the village, out of the intersection of the village, I suddenly couldn't see the road ahead clearly.

I crossed my shoulders and sat down on a ridge of dry grass in a familiar place.

I remember this field fondly. It is only 3 points in size, and it has never been used to grow wheat, but has always been used to grow coarse grains such as soybeans, peanuts, and corn.

Suddenly, the memory went back to the sophomore year of high school.

It's the beginning of the year again, but it's the beginning of autumn. It is said that when it rained next, my parents ordered me not to finish the peanut seedlings before the rain, and I was not allowed to go to school the next day.

In order to get to school, that night, I was alone, holding back the fear of the night, talking to myself indiscriminately to strengthen my courage, praying while pulling up the peanut seedlings one by one.

But that night, God he didn't seem to hear my prayers, and he went down anyway.

Heavy rain.

It was not only the rain that fell from the sky, but also the rolling catalyst, which gave birth to my grievances and anger that I had nowhere to vent.

In fear, anger, anger, and grievance, I began to question God about him: why.

If I am a little more sensible, I know that God will not give me any response.

But that night, I seemed to go crazy, dragged up clusters of fallen peanuts from the ground, and finally wiped my tears in the rain, scolding: Thief God...

I was drenched in soup. In the end, regardless of fear or grievances, I desperately uprooted the peanuts and piled them up neatly on the ground.

At that time, the shoes on my feet were covered in heavy mud. Afraid that my movement would be too slow, I took off my shoes and walked barefoot, stepping on the mud stirred by the heavy rain, fighting against the green peanut seedlings.

That night I didn't finish until the wee hours of the morning and hobbled home. Forget the dark, forget the fear. At that time, I actually had a cold and fever, and it was the cold that made me so forgetful.

When I got home, I found that it was fine: someone left the door for me.

I simply washed the mud off my feet in front of the door, and went into the house to fumble for the snakeskin bags on the floor, wrapped in a shabby quilt, trying to warm my body. I didn't fall asleep that night because I had the sister who never reasoned with me snoring. Before dawn, I got up in a daze, changed my clothes, and left the house with my bag on my back to catch the bus to the town.

That time, in class at school, I fainted. If it weren't for the good people at the table, I might have burned out my brain...

The memory was still drifting in the distance, and his eyes suddenly couldn't help but become hot and moist. Immediately following a dark shadow in front of me, I blinked and looked up.

When I saw that it was Hua Ming, I quickly lowered my head and wiped my eyes.

Hua Ming squatted down in front of me, he handed out a pair of big hands to help me wipe my face, and then turned around and squatted down, turned his back to me and said, "It's cold here, let's go, follow me, it will never be so cold again." ”

I climbed up. He carried me on his back, and he didn't say a word on that stretch of gravel road.