Two picture frames stood in the back row of the table, heavily dusted, somewhat wet, and slowly condensing into lumps at the beginning. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is no green smoke rising in the incense burner, and with the light of Hunan, the whole scene looks even more sad.

Involuntarily, Ye Que moved his pace, slower and slower step by step, smaller step by step, as if he was unwilling to bear it but had to accept it helplessly, and the movements of his body were completely not controlled by his own thinking, more like an instinctive drive.

Reaching out, he gently pinched a photo frame in his hand, his fingers gently brushed away the dust on it, and a large piece of dust fell to the ground along the way, and the image of the person appeared in his eyes more clearly, although there were still a few wet dust marks.

A magnified portrait of a kind face, the influence of an old woman over half a hundred years old.

The more spiritual short hair, with a slight smile, the cruel imprint of the years on her face did not affect her loving eyes, and it is not difficult to see from her collar that although life is a little hard, she is also very satisfied, otherwise such a slight happiness will not be so naturally presented on her face.

It's very familiar, like there is a blood connection, looking at this black and white photo, Ye Que feels an indescribable heartbreak, but in his memory, this seems to be the first time he has come, this seems to be the first time he has seen it.

Obviously, I felt that my breath was not smooth, there was a faint feeling of suffocation, and the night was very uncomfortable, and such a feeling had never appeared. After a few heavy breaths, he gently put the frame back in his hand.

The hand hung in the air and did not leave, but he gently picked up the photo frame on the other side again, and gently wiped away the dust that had been covered with dust for a long time with his fingers, and gently left the damp water droplet mark.

A pair of eyes, kind but stern eyes, made Ye Que can't help but tremble at a glance, and without hesitation, he wiped all the photo frames clean, and the head of an old man jumped into his eyes.

The emaciated face did not have a trace of a smile, it looked very serious, and the short inch looked very energetic, and the years left traces of vicissitudes on his face, but it made him reveal a heavy precipitation in his eyes.

It's a familiar face again, Ye Que's thinking is starting to be a little messy, such a face, such a scene I have never seen, even in a dream, but this confused familiarity and the heartbreaking grief have been tormenting him all the time from the beginning, even the Xiang Lan and the girl in his heart are deeply hidden in his heart at this time, leaving him with only endless blanks.

He put down the photo frame in his hand, stood in front of the offering table, and stood like that, without words or movements, only tears kept falling.

It's strange that my heart is completely sad, but I can't see a trace of it on my face, only the tears rolling down are interpreting sadness.

I touched my face, wet, not humid air, but tears from my hand. Ye Que shook his hand, tears dripping from his fingertips, and there was no splash on the dirt ground, and he disappeared for a moment.

The sound of soft footsteps sounded in the courtyard, and Ye Que turned around and turned around.

Two figures appeared at the gate behind him, one large and one small, holding each other, and the light of Hunan sprinkled in through the suddenly appearing figure, stretching the shadow printed on the ground so long and long, making people feel in a trance for a while.

It was a woman holding a child.

The traces of time have left too much on her face, perhaps too much toil, it is difficult to distinguish the age of the woman, the sallow cheeks are very thin, the pair of thin and yellow hands do not look like a woman has at all, and the clothes are very old, and the old clothes are dotted with dots

of patches. Even the children in their hands are the same, although they are very old, they are still very tidy.

Children can't tell the age, maybe big, maybe very small, thin and small, walking is trembling, putting their free hands in their mouths and sucking with relish, and the sound from time to time makes the child suck harder.

A pair of figures stood straight at the gate, giving people a feeling of not being frightened, as long as they glanced at it, they could clearly tell that the two of them were already severely malnourished.

Ye Que was a little surprised, is there still someone in such a society who is so depressed, this is not a war era, even if you can't do anything, you can ask the society or the government for help, but why are they 。。。。。

Ye Que didn't move, just like the pair of figures, just standing and looking at each other, no impression, no impression at all.

The woman looked at it for a long time and shook her head gently, but Ye Que could hear a heavy sigh from the other side, again and again.

When she came to her senses, the woman had already disappeared at the gate with the child, and there was a sound of soft footsteps in the courtyard, farther and farther away。。。。。。

Ye Que wanted to chase him out to see what he wanted, but his body turned around uncontrollably, and his eyes were still on the two black and white photos。。。。。。

The light was getting dimmer and darker, and the head of the day had begun to trend a little westward, and Ye Que struggled out of his ethereal, looked up at the old square wall, and walked towards an empty open door next to the offering table.

A large hallway connects the outside toilet and kitchen, and there are two rooms that are not too big.

Ye Que walked straight to the door of the last room, and gently pushed open the half-hidden door, and a burst of dust danced, filling the entire room, and also fascinated Ye Que's eyes.

Ye Que couldn't understand why he had such a move, he thought he was unfamiliar, but he seemed to have done it thousands of times, like a physical instinct, like a habit became natural.

Regardless of the dust that fills the house, when you step into this small earthen house, you can see the inside unobstructed.

Two very old wooden beds were separated at opposite ends of the room, and there were no covers on them, only bare planks and insect moth-eaten marks.

A small square table, with two small wooden stools, without even a backrest, was covered with dust, and when gently wiped away, there was a thick layer of solidified grease, and underneath that, the dark red paint was beginning to peel off.

The furnishings in the room were simple, and outside of a large outdated wardrobe, there was only a large burned-out light bulb that had fallen on the roof, and there was not even a lampshade, as if this was the only way to provide enough light for the whole room.

There is an inexplicable familiarity with this place, and the night is missing and strolling through the room, leaving a very clear mark with his fingers gently swiping over the wooden bed.

Although it is a mud structure wall, it is covered with all kinds of paintings, completely immature handwriting, completely child's hand ratio, a little more than the performance is engraved on the wall of the ninety-nine multiplication formula, with the passage of time, it is still vaguely recognizable.

The door of the big wardrobe is hidden, and the night is gently opened, and the smell of mildew only rushes to the nasal cavity, I don't know if the smell is too strong or how to get it, and the night is only feeling an urge to cry.

There were very few things piled up in the cabinet, a small number of sheets and clothes, all of which had become moldy, and although they were all supplies, the strong smell was what they emitted.

What made Ye Que want to cry was not these rotten and smelly items, but an enlarged photo nailed to the back panel of the large cabinet.

A plastic photo, nailed very upright, looks like a family photo.

There were four people, the old man and the woman in the frame sat on a small stool, and behind them stood two young boys, they were brothers, and they looked almost identical. Maybe even if it's a relative, it's hard to tell who is a brother and who is a brother just by appearance.

In the background is this muddy house, which is still very new, as if it has just been renovated.

The four of them all had happy smiles on their faces, smiling sweetly, and saying that they had a good time.

A family portrait was yellowed, with dark green mildew all around it, and strangely enough, the two brothers, no matter which one, were strikingly similar to Ye Qian. Even if the current Yeqian face has changed a little, the similar shadow can't be thrown away

The ghost sent the gods, and Ye Que reached out and ripped the photo off, and after holding it in his hand and examining it for a long time, he put it in his pocket.

The mood is very depressed, but I can't explain clearly, my head is full of questions, but I don't want to think too much, I just let the four faces on the photo slowly sink into my mind.

Gently pushed it out, subconsciously closed the door, and everything seemed so natural.

The head is west, and the light in the room is even darker, and if you suddenly come in from the outside and don't let your eyes adjust to it for a while, you will really be blind.

Stepping into the lobby, without the slightest idea of leaving, he grabbed a stool in the corner of the wall, placed it against the wall, and sat down slowly, the not too bright light could not pull the shadow of the moon, like a habit left over for many years, almost the whole body melted into the darkness

No movement, no life, as if it had never been there.

The sound of soft footsteps came again, and it didn't startle the empty night, but quietly turned his head and stared at the open door.

A large and a small figure appeared in the doorway again, but it seemed to hold something in the hands of the big shadow.

"Big brother, are you back?" A strong local accent sounded in the doorway, and the woman dragged the child across the threshold and into the hall.

The child was still sucking his fingers, but his gaze stayed on the woman's hand holding something.

Ye Que didn't feel any obvious hostility, and his body flashed out of the shadows.

"You're the eldest brother?" The woman stared at Ye Que for a long time before she opened her mouth uncertainly, but she didn't wait for an answer.

"You're the eldest brother." The woman nodded affirmatively, "I'm your fourth aunt, and I live behind your house, why, I don't remember, when I was a child, your brother often went to my house to steal fruits." ”

Ye Que listened quietly and never spoke.

"You're still the same as before, and you're still so untalkative. It's been so many years that you're finally back。。。。。。 ”