Shen Yan and Jin Shiyi kept arguing, and I especially wanted to give a dream to King Ling's tomb and let him stuff two lumps of cotton into my ears. But I can't die, my soul can't leave my body, and I can't fulfill this wish.

King Ling's tomb put me on a bed and told me to wake up quickly, and he promised that Lingzheng would definitely come back to life. I sneered in my heart, what is the use of your promise, unless Lingzheng himself stands before me now and tells me that he is alive and has not left me.

After Jin Shiyi and Shen Yan went out, they didn't come back for a long time, and I didn't know where they went, so I ended up quiet, lying on the bed and smelling this familiar smell. It was the smell of fresh earth and incense. I think the rain outside must have stopped, so that the fragrance of the earth would be so pure.

"First ......" A pair of weather-beaten hands slowly caressed my cheeks.

The call was close to my ears, and even if it was only two words, it could reveal the deep concern in it.

Grandmother...... It's Grandma!

My heart ached, and I could only come up with the name in my head, and I couldn't piece together any other words. Compared with my parents, I have a deeper relationship with my grandmother.

"Don't cry, don't cry, stupid girl...... It's such a big person, and he still cries at every turn like when he was a child. Grandma wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, "Grandma can look at you again, and she will be blind to death." "I really want to tell my grandmother that she can live a long life. When the spirit is waking up, we will soon be able to collect all eleven copper coins, and we can change the life book, and I will give my grandmother another fifty years of life.

"On the first day of junior high school, the little tomb told me about you. Don't worry about your parents, I'll find a reason for them. "Grandma ran my hair all at once, exactly the same as Lingzheng's movements, the same gentleness, the same pity." You and Zheng'er live with peace of mind in Grandma's place, I asked Yan'er and Xiaojin to go to the town to weigh meat (Honghu dialect: buy meat), and cook a delicious meal for the small tomb at night, these days, he has also worked hard. On the first day of junior high school, you can wake up whenever you want, grandma is not in a hurry, not in a hurry...... "As she spoke, grandma's hand left my hair.

For a long time, I didn't hear my grandmother speak again, thinking that she had gone out, but when she spoke again, her voice was unusually hoarse and very nasal. "On the first day of the new year, it will be a quarter of an hour later, grandma will go and bring more quilts, it will be cold at night, don't catch a cold......"

Since King Ling's Tomb will take me and Lingzheng back to Nanwu Village, I must have informed my grandmother early in the morning. My grandmother's temperament should have been taken care of at least three days ago. Add a quilt? It must have been too sad, and I was afraid that we would see or hear it, so I simply found an excuse to hide and cry.

I'm sorry, Grandma. If you are not filial on the first day of the new year, it will make you sad.

When I was a child, I didn't have any big ideals and ambitions, I just hoped that I would grow up soon, and I could make a lot of money, buy things for my grandmother that she had never eaten, take her to see the scenery she had never seen, and let her enjoy Qingfu. But since I was independent and able to earn my own money, she was not willing to spend any of the living expenses for my grandmother every month, and always said that she would save it and save it as a dowry for the first year of junior high school.

My parents are in Shanghai all the year round, always saying that they are busy, saying that they have no time to go back to their hometown after working hard outside, but in fact, I know that they are looking for a step down for their ruthlessness, and adding a flower coat to their unfilial piety. They just say they love their grandmother, but in fact they don't do anything, even the most basic little thing of being by their grandmother's side, they don't do it well. When my grandfather died, they only came back to stay for a few days and left, and then they called every once in a while, which was already very "filial". Like the children of other elderly people in the village, sometimes throughout the year, the phone calls are rarely called. Who of us knows the bitterness in my grandmother's heart?

If it weren't for my "suicide", I wouldn't have felt it so clearly.

I still remember the winter of my sophomore year of high school, my grandmother suddenly had acute appendicitis and had to undergo surgery, but I couldn't go home because I had to make up classes. It wasn't until the day after she had her excision that I took my leave.

I found my grandmother in a ward in the town hospital, and I would have hardly believed it was her if the doctor hadn't shown me her name on the bed. At that time, my grandmother was still asleep, covered with a thick quilt, with a towel on her head, and her face was as pale as paper. I put my bag at the end of the bed and kissed my grandmother on the face, but she woke up. When you see that it's me, you immediately complain about why I came back? Didn't you make me study hard? I turned around and went to the bathroom, tears on my face, not wanting to be seen by her.

For so many years, my grandmother taught me to grow vegetables, wash clothes, cook, and braid, and the money for school and school should be tightened first and then loosened. The home is far away, and there is no way to deliver the money in time. She also often warned me that the girl's family does not have to be gentle and considerate, but she must not cry when something happens. Because crying doesn't change anything. When your parents are not around, you must know how to protect yourself and not harm others, but you can't let others hurt you easily. My grandmother told me what was a good person and what was a bad person.

Now, I'm still lying half-dead in bed like this, letting my grandmother take care of the white-haired man, I ......

I have failed to live up to your expectations, Grandma, I am ashamed! I'm really unfilial!

"Huh? Why is there so much water on Tang Chuyi's pillow? ”

Just when I was crying in my heart, Jin Shiyi's voice suddenly came out.

Jin Shiyi said: "Did Tang Chuyi cry? The car carrying the third master of the spirit was delayed for a while on the road just now, just a moment, she wouldn't think that the third master of the spirit would cry, right? ”

As soon as I heard this, I couldn't stop laughing.

I felt Jin Shiyi put a person on the pillow next to me, and a strange fragrance immediately penetrated my nose.

Lingzheng, you're finally here.

"It's a water stain. It had just rained here, and I accidentally got the woman's hair wet. King Ling's tomb helped me cover up, "Little forensic doctor, you go and rest, I'll come here." ”

Shen Yan said: "The second goods are tired, I'm not tired, I'll help Chu Yi wash his hair, right?" ”

"No need." King Ling's tomb said, "Go out first, and come to see them tomorrow." ”

"Brother Tomb, but I'm really not tired at all...... Hey...... Brother Tomb, don't take out the Yin Wood Chain, can't we go......" Shen Yan's voice carried all eagerness.

Jin Shiyi raised his voice: "Xiao Yan'er, don't be afraid of the big guy, watch me clean him up." ”

Shen Yan suddenly changed her words: "You dare to clean up Brother Tomb, I will clean you up first, do you have itchy skin, dare to go against Brother Tomb, go!" You go out with the old lady, and the old lady will interrogate you well, do you still think I like Brother Tomb......"

"No, no ......"

The voices of Shen Yan and Jin Shiyi became smaller and smaller, and the sound of footsteps became farther and farther away, until I couldn't hear anyone talking anymore, I smiled in my heart, Shen Yan and Jin Shiyi are really a pair of living treasures.

The surroundings were quiet, and I felt the presence of Lingzheng with my heart.

The spirit is lying beside me, quiet. ——People in the world say that a hundred years of cultivation can be crossed in the same boat, and a thousand years of cultivation can be spent sleeping together. Lingzheng, how many times have we slept together? Sleep...... Oh, how long are we going to 'sleep'?

It rained heavily during the night, and the sound of dripping was crisp. Ling and I were lying quietly on the bed, covered with the same quilt.

I love to sit in bed and listen to the rain outside, and imagine the color of the umbrella that passers-by hold as they walk past my eaves. Lingzheng, are you feeling the same way as me at this moment? In fact, Nanwu Village is very deserted, with a total of only 50 households. And my grandmother's house belongs to the end of the village, which is even more desolate, except that it is surrounded by water on both sides, and it is only after walking three miles to the streets of Nanwu Village.

Speaking of the streets of Nanmu Village, it used to be a small downtown area, and it can be said that it was a little prosperous.

Since the revolutionary period, after the song "Honghu Water Waves Hitting the Waves" was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the waterway has been directly connected to Wuhan. After the reform and opening up, there are countless fishmongers coming and going. Nanwu Village is one of the most popular docking points for fishing boats in the vicinity, and is known as South Wharf.

At that time, Nancun was lively.

There are many tailor shops and restaurants alone, and there are countless clothes and fruits sellers. As a result, the entire village became wealthy. My uncles, that is, my mother's two elder brothers, were in the fish business, and when the first batch of brick-like big brothers came out, they spent 20,000 or 30,000 yuan to start without blinking an eye. But now it has ended up in desolation...... Young people have gone out to work, leaving only the elderly and a few left-behind children.

Whether it's personal reasons or national policy reasons, I don't want to mention it.

It's always like this.

There is wind, there is flow, there is calm.

It rained so hard all night, and I remembered the night like this.

It is said that when people are old, they like to recall the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the past, I wonder if I am starting to age early? No way! Lingzheng hasn't woken up yet, how dare I grow old? Let's think more about cute things. For example, between Jin Shiyi and Shen Yan, who likes the two of them a little more? For example, is King Ling's tomb a careless man or a careful man...... And my little heart baby Ling Xiaoman, do you miss your parents? Mom misses you so much.

The next day, as it happened, Shen Yan came and played a video on her mobile phone to me.

"Mom and Dad, are you having fun traveling? Do you want to be a little full? Xiaoman misses you. Grandma said that you are in Gansu, and you will bring a lot of sugar candy for the first year of junior high school, have you brought me beautiful flowers? I also want a chubby bug, and my brother next door has one, and he can spit silk. Mom, I learned to sing today, my grandparents praised me for singing well, I'll sing to you......"

Ling Xiaoman said, and his mouth kept 'da-da...... Dada...... Da Da ......' with a beat.

Mom can't see it, but she can hear it.

Xiaoman, you can say so much, you have grown up!

"Mom, I'm going to start singing...... The stars in the sky don't speak, the dolls on the ground miss their mothers, and they think of their mother's words every night, and they tear up Lu Bing...... Whining...... Mom, Xiaoman misses you, Xiaoman didn't cry. Xiaoman, you don't cry, Xiaoman, you are good, your mother will be back soon......"