The village in the twilight was a little gray, faintly with the hot aroma of cooked rice, such a smell, Qin's ten-year-old little Yuan Yu panicked.

In the 80s, many villages were already connected to electricity.

But even so, in the summer, the village spends most of its time on kerosene lamps or ash for long nights as in the past, and the lack of electricity is not enough for these dilapidated and backward little places to squander.

Although the word "profligacy" is far from being associated with these people at the bottom.

This is not the first time Yuan Yu has come to Hu Fei's house for dinner.

Hu Fei's mother is a capable woman in her early thirties, not mean, but not enthusiastic.

Therefore, when Hu Fei pulled the corner of Yuan Yu's clothes and pushed open the creaky wooden door, the woman in the small courtyard who was washing clothes in the moonlight Huan said "Ah", slapped Hu Fei on the back of the head, and then grabbed Hu Fei's hand and pressed it into the basin to rub it.

After washing her children's hands, the woman seemed to have just seen Yuan Yu standing silently under the jujube tree in the courtyard, and reluctantly squeezed out a smiling face: "Ah, Xiaoyu is also here!" It's a coincidence, you've just fried the chicken and you're here! ”

As usual, Hu Fei couldn't hear the other meaning implied in these words.

Yuan Yu just lowered his head and looked at the ants who were busy moving on the ground, and there might be rain at night.

"Mom, let's open the pot to eat, I'm starving!"

Hu Fei dried his hands, handed the towel to Yuan Yu, and then trotted into the house.

There was a crisp sound of pulling the strings of the lamp in the room, and then the room lit up, orange light, warm yellow from the inside out.

"Xiaoyu, there is electricity! There's electricity! There's electricity tonight! ”

Hu Fei poked out half of his head, his eyebrows were excitedly raised into a figure of eight, and he repeated it three times in a row excitedly.

This time, even Yuan Yu was a little happy.

In the whole village, only Hu Fei has a black-and-white TV at home, and a TV with two rotary buttons, which can only call up two, local station and CCTV, but most of the time, there are only snowflakes dancing on the screen.

Yuan Yu knew that almost the whole village would gather here after a short period of effort, because CCTV was recently broadcasting "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

At this time, Yuan Yu will rarely watch Guo Jingxia on TV with everyone, and Sister Huang Rong, who is like a beautiful fairy.

With the smell of food in his nose, Yuan Yu saw the woman in the kitchen secretly hide two boiled eggs in a basket made of bamboo and rattan.

At the same time, the woman also saw Yuan Yu and wiped her hands on the apron a little unnaturally.

Yuan Yu grinned, smiled kindly, and then began to wash his hands, he didn't want this woman who loved Hu Fei to feel guilty because of this.

It is already a gift for someone to give you food to eat, and people should be knowledgeable.

Sure enough, halfway through the meal, people began to come to the door one after another, and finally had to move the fourteen-inch black-and-white TV outside, and there were people sitting on the walls and straw stacks.

The lively and unobtrusive compliments make the woman red-faced, and having a TV at home is, in a sense, a status symbol.

The flat-headed iron egg who was ridden by Hu Fei during the day also came.

In the end, he still couldn't resist the temptation of watching TV, and Tie Dan'er, who felt spineless, had always kept a long distance from Hu Fei, probably embarrassed to come forward.

In the middle of the moon, the TV was once again full of snowflakes, and everyone was amazed and left with regret.

Yuan Yu should also go, with the crowd scattered to their own homes, Yuan Yu lowered his head, whispered hello to Hu Fei, and then also went out of Hu Fei's house.

Hu Fei wanted Yuan Yu to sleep with him, but Yuan Yu refused as usual.

When people's spirits have no sustenance, ghosts and gods become their only faith.

Because of this, no one welcomes his identity as a "debt collector".

Yuan Yu knew that Hu Fei's mother didn't mind coming to eat by herself, but she definitely couldn't tolerate sleeping here.

She was afraid that the invisible bad luck would be contaminated to Hu Fei.

People's bad luck is actually more often prejudices that exist in the depths of people's hearts.

The moonlight whitened the path under my feet, and there were weeds on the side of the road, insects chirping, crickets jumping, and mosquitoes biting like crazy.

The old woman shook her fan to drive away the annoying mosquitoes for her grandson, and cursed two words of sultry weather.

Everything is like a painting, a painting that is too beautiful.

And ten-year-old Yuan Yu, like a person outside the painting, silently watched all this, no matter how beautiful the painting was, it always had nothing to do with him.

It's not all, at least, Hu Fei's hurried shouts behind him can make Yuan Yu regain a sense of reality and existence.

Hu Fei gasped, and his crooked shirt was buttoned twice.

Running to Yuan Yu, Hu Fei smiled and showed a mouthful of big white teeth: "My father is coming back, my mother told me!" Here, you take it and eat it when you're hungry at night, my dad will definitely bring it when he comes back! ”

As he spoke, two bulging things were stuffed into Yuan Yu's trouser pocket with a hole in it.

The boiled eggs are still faintly warm.

Yuan Yu seemed to have something stuffed in his throat: "Xiaohui, I can cook!" ”

"That's so troublesome, don't call me Xiaohui, my name is Hu Fei, I can't remember what my dad called!"

Yuan Yu grinned and laughed, and reached out to button the button in front of Hu Fei's collar: "Go back quickly, it's too late for my aunt to scold you!" ”

Hu Fei waved his hand, and then flew back again.

When Hu Fei walked away, Yuan Yu looked up at the moon for a long time, and the faint dark clouds had already begun to gather.

There was no one on the road.

When I got home, it was already raining.

Yuan Yu has never been in the habit of closing the door, and the three rooms, one of which has been tilted by the rain, seems to be ready to collapse at any time.

There is no electric light, the lamp on the table, there is still most of the kerosene in it, Yuan Yu never lights it, for no reason, he still likes the dark.

As soon as it rains, the house will be very damp, Yuan Yu will sit on the stool, alone, staring blankly at the rainy night outside, occasionally, will open the wooden box in the bedside cloth bag, inside is the rod is a black brush, not beautiful, not ugly, simple and some soil.

Yuan Yu didn't go to school much, but he had a beautiful calligraphy, no one had ever seen Yuan Yu dipped in water to write the words, that word was also not like his age.

Just like the memory he lost when he was seven years old, Yuan Yu also didn't remember who taught him to write.

It was boring to write, so Yuan Yu ate one egg and put the other one in the jar where the rice was stored, planning to eat it in the morning.

It was already deep in the night, and everyone was asleep.

On a rainy night, on a narrow country road more than a dozen miles outside the village, someone was braving the rain to rush home.

Hu Guocheng carried a big snakeskin bag, which was a rare item bought for his son.

I originally planned to be able to rush home before late at night, but the car was a little late, so I got to this embarrassing hour, but no matter what, it was not far from home.

The rain wasn't too heavy, and people from that era never took this bit of abrasive weather seriously.

It's just that the road is not easy to walk.