What's on the other side of the mountain?

On the other side of the mountain is my mother's maiden home, and it is also the happiest time before Dai Hui is four years old.

There are large rivers with crystal clear waters, mountains full of wildflowers and wild succulents called pig ears.

There are wild orchids, many children like to go to the mountains to find them, and they can exchange some pocket money for buying a bag of spicy strips all the way, which is the favorite of children.

And the very small wild grapes, when ripe, purple skin, purple juice, that is called a sweet taste.

There was a wild fruit that could not be named, and there were bunches of them, and there were a hundred and ten fruits on top of each bunch, and when they were ripe, they were very sweet, no less than wild grapes.

The small wild fruit, which grows like an apple, is green when unripe and has a bitter taste, and is red and sweet when ripe.

The three-and-a-half-year-old Dai Hui, who has short ear-length hair, naturally can't be named.

I just think they can be eaten, sweet, and can be pinched in the hand to play.

About ten minutes from my grandmother's house, there is a big river, which is crystal clear, and you can see the small fish and round pebbles inside.

This is Dai Hui and her cousin Jiang Chi's favorite place to come, and it is simply their playground.

Dai Hui is one month older than Jiang Chi, Dai Hui was born at the end of August, and Jiang Chi was born at the end of September.

Dai Hui picked up a lot of stones and put them in her pocket, crushing the candy her grandfather gave her, she didn't know it, she kept putting the stones until her clothes fell, she laughed.

Jiang Chi looked at her very happy appearance, and laughed along, put all the beautiful stones he picked in his pocket, and made him very uncomfortable when he fell, and he could take him down at any time casually and eat.

Grandmother Wang Qiran led her grandfather Jiang Zhan's sturdy white horse to tread water, carrying two large bamboo baskets on horseback, each containing two 25-kilogram plastic wine barrels.

The running water at home stopped for four or five days, and the water source was naturally the clear stream in the spring in the mountains.

Wang Qiran was so happy to see them playing with stones, he bent down and picked up a stone and threw it in front of them, splashing in all directions, leaving water droplets on the clothes and pants of the two little ones.

Dai Hui pouted, with a reluctant face, and her small eyes stared at Wang Qiran: "Grandma! ”

Wang Qiran smiled, took the white horse and walked in front, looked back at Dai Hui and Jiang Chisel, and saw that his sister and brother were still picking up stones, and smiled back and forth.

Dai Wei picked up the pebble, and the two little short legs ran over, raising their little heads and looking at Wang Qiran: "Grandma." ”

Dai Hui is only three and a half years old, and she still speaks a little awkwardly, her words are not clear, and she can only say some simple words, but she is still very good at playing.

Jiang Chi ran over, took Dai Hui's little hand, and ran to the front, looking like he wanted to win or lose with Wang Qiran, fast or slow.

Wang Qiran only smiled silently, looking at the two children having fun, she was naturally happy.

Jiang Zhan waited in the courtyard for a long time, and when he saw Dai Hui and Jiang Chisel trotting back, he didn't care if Dai Hui had a lot of stones in his pocket, so he picked up Dai Hui, "Oh, I've gained weight today!" ”

I also went to pinch my chubby little face.

Xiao Dai pouted, patted the stone in his arms, and grinned: "It's not fat, there are stones to play with." ”

The white horse was very well-behaved, lying on the ground, so that Wang Qiran could take off the plastic wine barrel.

Wang Qiran moved the wine barrel into the house, came out sweating profusely, and saw that Jiang Zhan was still standing, so he said, "You can't stand for a long time, sit down quickly." ”

Jiang Zhan smiled, tilted the bamboo recliner behind him, put Xiao Dai Hui on it, and played with her with stones.

Jiang Zhan thought about it, disturbed his forehead again, and said softly to Wang Qiran's back: "Xiaolan and Dai Zhao are back." ”

"Come back for a few days? Anyway, I'm going to leave in a few days, and Dai Hui doesn't care, and I don't know what the two of them are doing. Wang Qiran asked and answered himself, and did not look back to move plastic wine barrels into the house.

Jiang Zhan's words were also blocked in his throat, so he had to go and play with Dai Hui'er, and saw Jiang Chisel throwing the stones into the water tank under the eaves, and shouted: "Don't throw it in, it will stain the water." ”

The voice was loud, Dai Hui was so frightened that she shuddered, and she cried as soon as she screamed, and Jiang Zhan hurriedly hugged and coaxed her.

Wang Qiran came out of the utility room with a big basket on his back, holding a sickle in his hand, looked at Dai Hui, who was no longer crying, and Jiang Chisel, who was sitting on the steps under the eaves without squeaking, and tried his best to squeeze out a smile: "Do you two want to go to the vegetable garden with me?" ”

Dai Wei jumped up from the bamboo recliner with her little short legs, and rushed to Wang Qiran's side, holding her calves, looking up and smiling, "Grandma." ”

"Grandma," Jiang Chi also fluttered his little short legs over, looked at Dai Hui, and somehow reached out and touched her hand.

Dai Hui loved to cry, couldn't stand the grievances, and cried again.

Wang Qiran sighed, and led Dai Hui to the vegetable garden with his free hand.

The vegetable garden is full of small cabbage, Chinese cabbage, sweet potato, cold potato, chili seedling, spring corn planted by Wang Qiran, and the small land next to it is also planted with barley rice, and a large wild potato tree that is self-fending.

Sweet potatoes are also called yams here, and Xiao Dai Hui said that he wanted to take medicine every time he ate sweet potatoes.

Cold potatoes are also called sweet potatoes, and Xiao Dai Hui likes to call melons and melons the most.

As soon as they arrived in the vegetable garden, the two little ones ran around, touching this and that.

Seeing Wang Qiran's heartache, he hurriedly chased the little chicken, "You two go to the side and wait for me, ouch, my dish!" ”

Wang Qiran pulled weeds in the field, put them in the basket while pulling, and waited for her to stand up sweaty and look around for something.

I found that in the small field where the pepper seeds were sprinkled, the pepper seedlings that had grown up and could be transplanted were all pulled out and placed neatly together, in small piles.

Seeing that she almost vomited out a mouthful of blood, she walked over funny and angry, and the two little ones were pulling pepper seedlings in a good way, and they were giggling.

Wang Qiran's arrogance went down again, but the transplanting of pepper seedlings was only a few days in advance.

Because the sun reaches the West Mountain, hanging on the tip of the mountain, the shadow of the person will also be crooked in the southwest direction, and Wang Qiran's figure is also on the back of the two little ones.

Dai Hui saw the shadow of an adult, and hurriedly turned around and smiled, her two little hands were all green, and there was a lot of dirt.

She ran over with a smile, hugged Wang Qiran's calves, raised her head and shouted with a smile: "Grandma! ”

Seeing her laughing, Wang Qiran really couldn't get angry, squatted down and put Dai Hui's head against her head, touched her head lightly, and said distressedly: "Let's go, let's go home." ”

Jiang Chisel put the chili pepper seedlings into Wang Qiran's back basket, and he was covered in mud and stumbled as he walked with the chili seedlings in his arms.

Seeing that Wang Qiran was even more heartbroken, his old eyes were sour, and he stepped forward to take down the chili seedlings and put the chili seedlings pulled by the two of them in the back basket.

But the back basket is full, and with a large hug of pepper seedlings, it looks tall.

Wang Qiran carried a basket on his back, led a child in each hand, and walked on the path.

When the children came back from school, the children came home with small schoolbags made by their grandmothers or mothers, bouncing around with lollipops or spicy strips.

Wang Qiran put the basket on a sill, she rested for a while on this lean, and was about to walk to lead the two little ones away, but Dai Wei let go of her hand and ran to someone.

Dai Hui's little short legs ran very fast, and he suddenly pounced in front of the person who came, and raised his head and shouted sweetly: "Brother Jiang." ”

Jiang Lonely was eight years old, in the second grade, tall, with sweat on his face, apparently running back.

He pulled his schoolbag back, took out the lollipop in his trouser pocket with his free hand, and then went to hold Dai Hui in his arms, and said while giving her the lollipop, "Little flower cat!" ”

"Hehehehehehe," Dai Hui didn't care if his hands were dirty or not, hugging Jiang Lone's neck and laughing.

He also rubbed his hand mischievously on his face, and after a while, he rubbed his dirty face on his face.

"Ah, you're really a little cat," Jiang Lonely said as he put her down, led her to the ditch next to the rice field to wash her hands, and wiped her face with a small handkerchief with wet water.

took out the lollipop that Dai Hui had put in his pocket, tore off the packaging bag, and put it in Dai Hui's small mouth, before getting up and leading Dai Hui to Wang Qiran's side.

Seeing that there was another child on the side, he remembered that it was Jiang Chisel, took out his trouser pocket, and gave him another lollipop.

Jiang Chisel took the lollipop, grinned, and shouted: "Brother Jiang! ”

Jiang Lao didn't have a deep memory of Jiang Chi, and he always didn't remember the existence of this person, so he smiled at him and said that he knew, so he walked up to Wang Qiran and brought Dai Wei back to her.

"Grandma, I'm home." After giving Dai Wei to Wang Qiran, Jiang Lonely turned around and left.

The sugar in Dai Hui's hand fell all of a sudden, she caught up, holding Jiang Lone's hand, her face was full of sugar stains, she looked up at him: "Brother, don't go!" ”

Jiang Lonely squatted down, hugged her into his arms, smiled and didn't speak, hugged her and walked to Wang Qiran, "Then, grandma, I'll send her back." ”

Wang Qiran smiled bitterly: "Okay, I'm sorry for you!" ”

Dai Wei is very sticky and lonely, the two of them look alike, and for a moment, Wang Qiran was as cranky as if he had lost his mind.

After thinking about it, Wang Qiran laughed at himself for thinking blindly, they were all his daughter's children, and it was normal to be like that.

Wang Qiran led Jiang Chisel to walk behind, watching Jiang Lao sit with Dai Hui on her shoulder, holding her little hand, and teaching her to sing the songs she learned in school and the Tang poems and Song lyrics she learned.

Dai Hui sat on Jiang Lone's shoulder, and when he was tired, he hugged his head, and covered his eyes naughtily, laughing non-stop.

Jiang Lao put Dai Wei outside the courtyard of her grandmother's house, touched her little head, pinched the corners of her mouth again, and said something to coax her: "Brother will come to play with you tomorrow, okay?" ”

Dai Hui clapped his hands and giggled, grabbed Jiang Lone's hand, and looked up at him: "Okay!" ”

Wang Qiran walked into the utility room and put down the heavy basket, wiped his sweat and walked out, looked around, tried to find Dai Hui, and heard her crying in the corner of the wall, and the man's angry scolding.

As soon as Dai Zhao and Jiang Xiaolan walked into the courtyard, they saw Dai Hui lying on the edge of the water tank looking at something, and his hands were still fishing in and out, so that his whole body was covered with water.

Dai Ye screamed in pain, tears flowed, crying sparsely, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"What's the matter, as soon as you come back, you'll beat someone," Wang Qiran picked up Dai Hui, hid Dai Hui in his arms, and looked straight at the angry Dai Zhao, "Is this also worth beating a child?" ”

Dai Zhao pointed to the water tank over there, and his voice was low and angry: "It's all water, the weather is so cold, it's frozen, how much money do you have?" What does a girl do like that? ”

Dai Zhao's roar scared Dai Hui to cry again, and Dai Hui hid in Wang Qiran's arms, sobbing softly, and didn't even dare to make a sound.

"You ......" Wang Qiran was angry, and looked at Jiang Xiaolan, who was speechless next to him, a boy about eight months old was sleeping soundly in her arms.

Wang Qiran lowered his voice and said dissatisfiedly: "Xiaolan, go back and rest!" ”

Jiang Xiaolan didn't speak, tilted his head, hugged Dai Xian and walked to the back room, walked directly to the previous bedroom, put the child in the bed, covered the quilt and came out with a calm face.

Wang Qiran sat in the chair with the frightened Dai Hui, looking at Dai Zhao and Jiang Xiaolan, who had already sat down, and his tone was cold and cold: "What are you doing when you come back?" ”

Jiang Xiaolan rubbed the back of his hands, smiled embarrassedly, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Mom, come back and tell you that we bought a house in the city, just paid the down payment, and have no energy to take care of the child, I want to trouble you to take the child again!" ”

Wang Qi asked angrily: "Which child?" ”

"It's still Dai Hui!" Jiang Xiaolan lowered his head, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground.

"You ......" Wang Qiran had nothing to say, looked at Jiang Xiaolan and Dai Zhao who was smoking, picked up Dai Hui and stood up, looked down at them condescendingly, and said coldly: "There is a preschool class in the school, Hui Hui, she is three and a half years old, and it is time to enlighten, other people's children have been going for half a year, and they can memorize and write the pinyin alphabet, why are you two not worried about her future at all?" ”

Dai Zhao threw the cigarette butt at his feet, stepped on it, and then got up, looked at Wang Qiran with a calm face, and said, "Mom, I'm going to see what happened to my dad." ”

Dai Zhao strode the meteor, and after a while, he was absent from the hall.

Wang Qiran had to look at Jiang Xiaolan, saw that she lowered her head and didn't speak, and tried to let Dai Wei go in front of her, but Jiang Xiaolan didn't react at all.

Wang Qiran stuffed Dai Wei into the chair next to him, pulled Jiang Xiaolan and went to the kitchen, and closed the door, there were only their mother and daughter inside.

As soon as Wang Qiran thought of Jiang Lone, he asked Jiang Xiaolan angrily: "You tell the truth, is this kid yours or not?" ”

Jiang Xiaolan's expression was in a trance, he glanced at Wang Qiran, tears came down in a moment, and he said aggrievedly: "Mom, she is my child, why don't you believe it?" ”

"Is it your child? Throw it to me as soon as she was born, you and Dai Zhao didn't get married, and now you are married, more than three years, you have come to see her a few times, every time you prevaricate me, and now you come back and say that you don't have energy, I'll bring it to you, right? If it's really your child, you go out now and hug her, otherwise, I'll take her to do a paternity test, I don't believe it anymore, I can bear to ignore the one that fell off my body! ”

Wang Qiran angrily counted Jiang Xiaolan, pointed to the door, there was a poor child outside the door who was calling his mother day and night, and Dai Hui, who had been in his arms for more than three years but couldn't wait for a mother's arms.

Jiang Xiaolan looked at the door, still timidly opened the door, and slowly walked towards Dai Hui.

Dai Wei stopped crying, sat there honestly with red eyes, and when she saw Jiang Xiaolan coming, she also stood up timidly, looked at this strange woman, and shouted crisply: "Mom! ”

This mother moved Jiang Xiaolan's tears, more moved her than Dai Xian's first mother, she took the red Barbie doll she bought quietly and stuffed it into Dai Hui's hand, and said: "Take it and hide it, Mom went to work, can you take it out and play again?" ”

Where do three-and-a-half-year-old children know so much, and they naturally can't put it down when they see fresh toys, but Dai Hui understands.

She ran to her grandmother's bedroom with a beautiful red Barbie doll, hid it under the pillow, ran out and stood in front of Jiang Xiaolan, pointed to the treasure spot, and said with a smile: "Mom, hide it." ”

Jiang Xiaolan's eyes hurt, his nose was sore, he raised his hand and gently touched Dai Hui's head, looking at her eyes, a pair of eyes that were watery, how much innocence and innocence were hidden in them.

Wang Qiran was in a complicated mood, she came to Jiang Xiaolan, and said bluntly in front of her: "I only bring you before the start of school in the fall, and you come to take her to school before September, our family is not out of money, as for letting the child not go to school?" ”

Jiang Xiaolan nodded, it was a response, and when he heard Dai Xian crying, he hurriedly ran in and hugged him.

When Dai Hui saw someone younger than her, she was scared again, and her heart beat a drum, who is this?

Dai Zhao came back, with a cigarette in his mouth, and Jiang Chisel covered in mud in his hand, and threw it to Wang Qiran: "Mom, look at this kid, he just rolled into the mud pit, you wash it." ”

Wang Qiran's heart was cold, he brought Jiang Chi over, and when he saw the two of them walking out of the courtyard with their children, he shouted: "Are you leaving?" ”

"Well, otherwise I won't be able to catch the car," Jiang Xiaolan looked back at Wang Qiran and said softly: "Mom, I've worked hard for you, and the money has been put on the table for you." ”

Wang Qiran led a child each, looking straight at their backs, and his heart ached!

Wang Qiran was worried that Jiang Chisel would get frostbite, so he hurriedly went to the kitchen to boil water, brought Jiang Chisel to the stove, and asked him to roast the fire to keep warm.

I didn't care about Dai Hui, and when I turned around, I couldn't see the figure.