Near noon, my mother's lunch was ready, and she beckoned me to serve it in a loud voice.

On weekdays, this is far from the time for lunch, so my father naturally hasn't come back yet, but there are guests at home, how can I let the guests wait together.

So my mother beckoned my brother to eat first, and asked me to accompany her, and she went to the field to bring food to my father.

But my personable and beautiful male brother is a dead eye, saying that the elders are not at the table, how can I move chopsticks.

In fact, in our family, these rules are also there, but in special circumstances, they can be flexible, my mother once said:

"If your father often plays chess and drinks outside and forgets the time to eat, will our mother and daughter have to eat cold soup and cold rice for a lifetime?"

My mother had just entered the kitchen to prepare, but I saw my father walking in through the door with a shovel on his shoulder, looking preoccupied.

"Why are you back? I'm going to send you to the field. Watching me cook, you still go out, do you think it's not enough for me to run before and after in this life? ”

"But are you an unpredictable prophet, or did you deliberately leave your nose at home when you left? Smelling the smell of food, I hurried in the door. ”

While babbling, my mother put down the iron lunch box that was going to deliver food to my father, and took a porcelain bowl again.

"What do you say? Didn't you already cook when I went out? I don't know what you're going to do for Zero? Of course, I counted the time and stepped on the point to come back. Hey, I've been walking around the village for a while, so I don't have the heart to go to the ground! ”

When I saw my father enter the door, I walked out of the hall, and I happened to hear the two elders of my family arguing, and I smiled, walked to my father's side, and opened my mouth to tell my father that my brother was visiting.

"Hello uncle, I'm Jiang Ling's senior brother, my name is Liang Ze."

Before I could speak, my brother's voice suddenly came from me.

My father and I were both startled, and when we turned our heads to look at the voice, my brother was already standing beside me out of nowhere, looking at my father respectfully.

After being surprised, my father, of course, also said a few polite words to my senior brother, and then hurriedly let us into the house for dinner.

My mother made Zangzi noodles this time, which is also a kind of noodle that we often make here during the New Year's holidays.

The hand-rolled noodles are full of strength, the yellow and white egg skin, the red carrot cubes, and the white tofu cubes cover the noodles, which makes people have an appetite without smelling it, coupled with the unique fragrance of the noodles, and two spoonfuls of red-hot chili oil, I swallowed the saliva first when I picked up the bowl.

I had never tasted the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, but I would not want to exchange this bowl of delicious food from my hometown and from my mother's hand.

Most people ask what is the best food they have ever eaten in their lives, and they will say that their mother made such and such food when they were young, and in addition to the taste, I am afraid that there are other reasons.

Maybe everyone was hungry, so they ate quickly, and after a while, a large sheet of noodles rolled out by my mother and a large pot of soup entered our respective temples.

After eating, my father and mother began the old routine of chatting with the younger generation, asking where is the senior brother's house? Who is in the house? Whether he has a girlfriend or something like that, it's not at all that he's a Taoist.

The senior brother was a little cramped at first, but then a touch of sadness appeared on his face, and he said:

"My home is in the south, and I am also in the countryside, but now I am the only one left."

His parents are also smart people, and seeing him like this, and hearing that his relatives have passed away, they naturally stopped talking quickly, so as not to arouse his sadness.

After my mother cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, she went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and pots.

When the father saw that the mother was out of the house, he slowly and methodically took out his treasures, the old newspaper and the cigarette pouch, and began a cigarette after the meal, racing against the living immortals.

The dry tobacco leaves used by my father were grown by an old man in the village himself, and there was no adulteration at all, and the smell of tobacco was particularly strong.

Ordinary people can't stand such a strong smell of dry smoke, my mother and father have lived together for so many years, and I still can't get used to it, and when my mother is there, my father will never dare to smoke it blatantly in the room.

I didn't think that my brother would be able to smell this smell, so I hurriedly said that I would take my brother to the village and introduce our customs and customs here.

But the senior brother sat there motionless as if he hadn't heard me, his eyes were glued to the movements of his father's hands, and he didn't leave for a moment.

"Uncle, can you roll one too? One is fine. ”

The senior brother spoke amazingly.

The father stayed for a second, then smiled and said:

"Xiao Liang, it's not my uncle, I'm stingy, this is dry tobacco, ordinary people can't smoke it, if you want to smoke, I'll get you cigarettes, you young people should like to smoke that." After speaking, my father was ready to get up.

"No, uncle, I won't smoke it, I'll roll one." The senior brother said and walked towards his father.

My father probably thought that my brother was just curious about how he rolled his cigarettes, so he sat down again and gave him a cigarette pouch and a cut newspaper.

My brother rolled his cigarette very lightly, and my father and I were very surprised to stare at the movement of his hand, although his technique was slightly different from that of my father, but he was very skillful, and in less than ten seconds, a round and straight dry cigarette roll appeared in his hand.

I looked at my brother in surprise and was about to ask a question, but my father interrupted me with a light cough.

I turned my head to look at my father, only to see him shake his head lightly and pout at my brother's face, and I turned my head to look at my brother in confusion.

I saw him staring at the cigarette in his hand silently, his whole face was full of sadness, and there were tears in his eyes.

The sadness on my brother's face was indescribable, and it could even infect others, making me feel bad all of a sudden.

I think my brother must have had a heart-wrenching experience, and it was something I didn't experience.

When my brother handed my father the rolled cigarette, my father and I were silent.

"Uncle, I want to go outside with Jiang Ling, you can rest at home, I'm afraid I won't be able to do farm work on this hot day." The senior brother opened his mouth first.

"Oh, that's okay, then let Xiao Ling take you around, but don't go too far, Beiquan can't go, because ......" said the father with a cautious face.

I quickly said that I knew, and as I spoke, I beckoned my brother to go out, and I knew that my father was going to say that I had fainted again.

Walking out of the gate, I was thinking about where to take my brother, but my brother had already taken care of himself and walked in the direction of Beiquan.

I hurriedly followed, my heart was a little drumming, the pain I had last time made my whole body tremble just thinking about it.

Just as I was thinking about how to dissuade my senior brother tactfully and not let him think that I was afraid, the senior brother slowly spoke:

"Don't worry, not this time, and I'm here."

The senior brother said a clueless word, and continued to walk forward, but I stopped, these three short sentences did not know what magic there was, which made me feel inexplicably at ease, and the whole person was quiet.

Soon my brother and I came to the edge of the north spring, I didn't dare to walk over, and my brother didn't say anything, but walked straight to the spring, and looked down at the spring.

He stared at the spring quietly for more than ten minutes before turning back and saying:

"I probably know who did it, but fortunately, the spring spirit was only corroded by a little filthy qi, but most of the spells I practiced were yang methods, and they couldn't be cleaned up, so I had to rely on you."

"Rely on me? Senior brother, don't be joking, I'm afraid you think too highly of me. ”

I heard my brother say that he would rely on me, and he almost said that he would rely on me.

I only took a look at this North Spring that day, and it almost made me blind, and I didn't know how to clean it up, so I had to go home and get a bag of laundry detergent and pour it in?

"The matter of magic, when this is over, I will slowly answer to you, cleaning up the filthy qi of the spring spirit is the top priority, you just do what I say."

My heart instantly welled up with a hundred thousand whys, what spring spirits? What filth? The senior brother said it several times at home, but he still couldn't help but don't ask and nodded.

I saw that my senior brother repeated his old tricks, and pinched a sword finger in his right hand, but this time it was on my forehead.

In an instant, a warm current entered my forehead from between his fingers, and then traveled all over my body, and I felt extremely comfortable and almost floated.

"Concentrate on controlling this qi into your left eye, and the chaotic qi will work to communicate with the eye spirit." Seeing the relaxed enjoyment on my face, the senior brother hurriedly reminded me.

Although I was stunned for a moment, I didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly did what my senior brother said.

I was thinking about how to control this qi, but as soon as I had this thought, these qi involuntarily surged towards my left eye, which was amazing.

In an instant, I felt like my whole being was integrated into the world, and I became a green grass by the spring, swaying from side to side with the wind.

I became a magpie in a tree, chirping and chirping.

I became a cloud, I became the wind, and finally a drop of water, tumbling and jumping at the spring.

It's a strange feeling, it's like an illusion, it's like it's real. I just jumped at the fountain with the other droplets, never tireless.

The other droplets were cloudy at first, but when they came into contact with me, they became transparent, occasionally shining like diamonds.