The bus sat directly at the door of the house, and there was a trace of clean, three-story houses in the same color, blue tiles and white bricks, and the solar energy on the roof added beautiful embellishments to the monotonous house.

Walking into the spacious pavement of the community, the parking lot on the right is still a piece of loess, and the grass is shaking its head helplessly, as if crying. Behind my house is the square of our community, and the bulldozer is being renovated, and the roar of the machine makes the quiet community have life.

Standing in front of the house and looking at the house that has not yet taken shape, only one floor has been completed, and the red bricks on the walls are like fish phosphorus. stared for a long time before entering the "open" door.

My mom was cooking in the humble kitchen when she saw me come back and turned around and said, "You're back." ”

"Hmm." A perfunctory response. After looking for a long time, I put my schoolbag on the tattered cupboard, and stepped on the soft dirt under my feet.

"Your dad hasn't come back yet, go upstairs to get wet."

"Oh."

Before he could rest, he was reduced to a coolie, and reluctantly stepped on the rudimentary staircase, which was cut into the wall, and climbed step by step, without concrete pouring. When I came to the second floor, there were still pipes in the middle of the floor slabs, and the gaps had not yet been filled.

"Mom, boiling water."

The winding hose began to writhe, like a snake crawling, and watching the water spray onto his pants, he reacted and picked up the hose to wet the water inch by inch.

After dinner, I realized that there was no place for me to sleep, only a makeshift cabin outside.

"Where do I sleep at night?" I looked like my mom, she was deep in thought, and my dad lit a cigarette on the side, and neither of them answered me immediately.

Seeing that the cigarette in my father's hand was about to burn to the end, he threw the cigarette at his feet and extinguished it, and said slowly, "Why don't you go to your grandmother's house to sleep?" I'll send you there. ”

"It's too far, how can I get back?"

My dad was just about to speak, but my mother stopped him, and preemptively said, "You go to sleep at the uncle's house next door, and I'll take you over later." ”

I thought about it, this uncle is the son of my father's uncle, the relationship is not bad, and the age difference is not too big, so I agreed.

My house was separated from most of the village, and the surrounding houses were all finished and brightly lit, except for us, a small wooden house with a faint light. In this dim light, Mom and Dad calculated the cost of each building and planned the building materials for the future.

"The kitchen should be tiled, which is easier to clean."

"Marble or what?"

………………

The two were discussing in full swing, and I didn't understand or dare to ask. It was nearly nine o'clock when they had finished talking, and my mother took me to my uncle's house.

In the morning, the sun had already sunburned my buttocks before I got up in a daze, my uncle and grandfather and they all went out, and only this little uncle was at home.

"Up?"

"Hmm."

After a few simple pleasantries, I went home, and by this time the workers had already started construction, and watching them build little by little, I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, and I made up my mind that I would not take this road in the future.

"Didi ......"

I was startled by the horn of the truck, and I dug my ears to get out of the way, and the truck was loaded with a truckload of red bricks, which I wasn't sure if it was mine, so I just watched. It fell to the door little by little, stopped and jacked the cargo box, the red bricks all fell down, the dust was flying, and the red bricks fell down as I walked, I quickly dodged, covering my mouth and nose with my hands.

The driver parked the car and came over, he probably knew me, but I didn't have the slightest image of him.

"Where's your dad?"

"I don't know." I was a little afraid of him, with a fierce face and a lot of scum, so I subconsciously took a step back.

"This is the bill, and it will be for your dad when the time comes."

"Oh.".

I took the bill and looked at it, it said "red brick eight hundred", and did not write the unit price, and put it in my pocket casually.

In the evening, the workers had already patched up the gaps, and my mother made me a simple bed, and I slept in the rooms that extended in all directions.