Following his already very meager memory, Dingzhu found his way back to "home", and this road has not changed much, as if it has been potholed and densely covered with weeds since the day Dingzhu left.

With each step, the memories of the year will rise like a tide, picking wildflowers on the side of the road with his mother, going to school with a schoolbag and humming a song, fighting with his friends and playing marble, and the heavy snow when he silently left the road alone in the cold winter of that year.

Now that I am embarking on this road again, it can be said that I have mixed feelings and mixed feelings.

Everyone along the way looked back curiously at Dingzhu, a brightly dressed and extraordinarily big man, and when Dingzhu passed in front of their door, there were even black and thin country children quietly looking at him through the crack in the door.

"It's been years, and it's back." Dinghammer stretched: "It really hasn't changed at all. ”

When he came to the village where he lived back then, Dingzhu did not return to the place where he once lived for the first time, but went around half a mountain to the mass grave outside the village, stepped on the mountainside step by step, and knelt down gently in front of a tomb that had been deserted for a long time, and buckled his head three times hard, with tears in his eyes and a smile: "Mom, I'm back." ”

With that, he stood up and began to clean up the grave overgrown with weeds, as if he were combing his gray-haired old mother's hair, and every movement he made was very light and slow. A thing that could be ended in less than ten seconds with superpowers, Dinghammer did it for twenty minutes.

When he was done, he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. Regardless of whether the grave was dirty or not, he sat down as soon as he sat down: "Mom, thanks to you, my son is still alive." Don't worry, I'm fine right now, huh...... If I have the opportunity in the future, I will bring you a daughter-in-law back. Don't blame me for not coming back to see you in years, you know, I'm busy...... Well, busy. I'm back this time. I'm in a hurry, too. I was going to bring you some money back, but I forgot about it when I was busy, and next time I can come back when I have time, I will definitely ...... Be sure to bring you your favorite duck with sauce and strawberries. Right...... And strawberries. Strawberries you can't afford to eat......"

The hammer said. The tears could no longer be stopped, and his voice became hoarse, and he cried out as he hugged the old tombstone. Like a five-year-old child, the sadness can no longer be hidden, and the depression that has been held in the bottom of his heart for many years suddenly bursts out.

He was crying, and suddenly a soft and warm wind blew on the hill, and it felt as if someone was gently rubbing the face of the hammer.

After his eyes were swollen from crying, he slowly stopped crying, lit a cigarette again, and sat in front of the tombstone and curled up in a ball, just as he had been kicked out of the house that year and sat in front of his mother's tombstone and wept bitterly.

"I've been crying more and more lately." Dinghammer wiped a handful of tears: "Mom, don't laugh at me." That's right...... I'm a man like the wind. ”

After he finished speaking, even he couldn't suppress his laughter, and then stroked the tombstone with his fingers: "Mom, you know, my son is out now, one party is strong, and ten thousand people are above!" How's that, it didn't disappoint you, did it? ”

Dinghammer smiled stupidly, as if waiting for someone to praise him, but after waiting for a while, he lowered his head and sighed silently, and then stood up: "Mom, I still have something to do, I will accompany you whenever I have a chance in the future." ”

With that, he snapped his fingers, then disappeared from the tombstone in an instant, and in the blink of an eye appeared next to the old well in the village, and succeeded in causing the woman who was washing clothes next to the well to fall to the ground.

"Where did you come from?" The woman looked at the hammer in horror: "Are you a human or a ghost......?"

Dingzhu thought this simple question was really interesting, but he didn't say anything, just rubbed his nose: "Where does the old grandson who used to sell groceries in the village live now?" ”

Hearing Dingzhu's question, the middle-aged woman relieved herself and patted her fat chest: "I still think it is which Lak, it turns out that I am looking for Lao Sun, over there, this intersection has been going down to the end." What are you looking for him to do, that old thing is not a thing, what a good baby his son was at that time, he said that he would drive away, it was really a sin. ”

Dinghammer smiled: "Thank you." ”

After speaking, Dinghammer walked forward with his hands in his pockets, in fact, from the beginning when the woman stretched out his fingers, he knew that his father still lived in the old house, and Dinghammer pursed his mouth because he was really a little apprehensive, although he was already a sparrow who was used to seeing wind and waves, but ...... How can this kind of thing not be stressful.

He walked slowly towards the old house, because the memory was strengthened by the device of the ham sausage, so the things he had experienced were clearer than ever, the faces of everyone here when they were young are vivid, those friends who spent their childhood with him are now mostly honest people facing the loess with their backs to the sky, and some of their sons are seven or eight years old or even older.

The patchwork of the past and the present makes the hammer feel unreal, and the world that should be familiar is more and more false and bizarre everywhere.

When he finally came to the front of the old house, he found that there were many villagers around, some of them smoking cigarettes and some carrying bowls, but most of them were smiling and watching everything that happened in this brick house, which seemed out of place in a village full of two-story buildings.

Dinghammer pursed his lips, picked up the crowd and walked in, and when he looked at it, he found that there was probably a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy pulling the hair of a fat woman in his forties, and scolding loudly.

The young man didn't know Dingzhu, but the fat woman Dingzhu still remembered it, it was this woman who made Dingzhu's fate change dramatically, and he always remembered what this woman did to him in the cold winter.

"Lao Tzu asked you to take the money out! Money! The young man dragged the woman's hair and rubbed it against the wall: "How many times have I told you, don't talk nonsense to Lao Tzu!" ”

"I'm your mother...... How can you hit me...... "The fat woman wailed, but the boy was indifferent and let her cry out loud.

And next to this eccentric mother and son, there is a thin man. He had a black face and didn't say a word, just lowered his head and smoked.

As soon as Dinghammer saw his expression, the anger erupted at that time, and he was like this that winter, watching himself being kicked out of the house and fending for himself.

"Let's make it."

The hammer tried to drill forward, but was stopped by an old man in his sixties and seventies: "What are you doing?" What are you going to do! ”

Dinghammer blinked twice, and then pointed to the noisy family inside: "Wow." ”

"You're defeated, that woman brought it on herself. This family is all self-inflicted, and the sins they have created themselves can be eaten by themselves. ”

Dinghammer smiled slightly, and suddenly felt that no matter what world people were, they actually had a basic view of right and wrong. In their eyes, good people should be rewarded, and bad people should not be rewarded.

"The mother really has no money...... Don't hit...... Don't hit ......" The fat woman's voice trembled and pleaded: "I really don't have any money......"

The young man's eyes froze. He picked up a rolling pin from the side and threw it down on her mother's head.

But the stick didn't go any further, and a pincer-like hand grabbed his wrist from behind, and he frowned. Turning around: "You want to die?" ”

The hammer's other hand flicked it. Then took a step back. Then he slapped his brother in the face, who was slightly related to him.

No one knows when the hammer appeared there, and no one knows exactly when he took the turn to slap him.

Anyway, this slap passed, and the young boy who was fierce at the beginning suddenly lost his voice. Although it is not as exaggerated as the bleeding of the seven orifices, at least the nose and mouth are full of blood.

And the fat woman, after letting out a scream, rushed towards the hammer like crazy, and the hammer just dodged lightly, and then slashed at the courtyard wall, and the thick red brick shattered like a large piece of rice candy.

At this moment, the guys watching the excitement outside and the crazy fat woman were stunned, but the hammer leisurely left went up to the courtyard wall: "Hey, do you still know me?" ”

The old man who was squatting on the ground raised his head when he heard this, staring straight at the hammer, and he didn't recognize it for a long time. Of course, Dinghammer actually didn't expect him to be recognized, so many years have passed, Dinghammer has undergone earth-shaking changes in both temperament and appearance, not to mention the people I haven't seen for more than ten years, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Dinghammer five years ago to recognize him.

"You don't recognize it, do you?" Dinghammer sighed and threw a cigarette from his pocket to his father: "Good smoke, you haven't smoked it in your life." ”

Seiko Tobacco ...... in Gilgamesh Not to mention the average country man, I'm afraid that even the richest man in the world may not have been drawn.

Seeing the old man pick up the cigarette, Dingji smiled indifferently: "Actually, I came back this time, and I didn't have any purpose." One is to see my mother, and the second is to ask you, when this girl drove me out, why didn't you keep me, it's as simple as that. ”

As soon as he said this, the people behind him suddenly coaxed, and the discussion was like a fly flapping its wings. Sounds annoying. Of course, the more surprising may be the old man squatting on the ground, he stared at the face of the hammer, and his eyes were about to burst out.

"Ding...... Decide...... Hammer? ”

"Of course." Dingzhu adjusted a comfortable posture and looked condescendingly at the old man who was only in his fifties but looked like he was in his seventies: "Who else can it be." ”

And the fat woman who was beaten like a pig's head by her own son was like seeing a ghost, with her hands on the ground, and kept moving back.

"What are you afraid of?" Hammer chuckled: "I won't do anything to you." I didn't do it at the beginning, and I don't want to do it now, I want an answer today why you didn't keep me in the first place. ”

The old man squatted on the ground and smoked a cigarette without saying a word, but the fat woman grabbed the white and said, "Hammer...... Mom, I'm sorry for you......"

"Fuck you, who the fuck are you?" Dinghammer's eyes glared: "Less for Lao Tzu!" ”

He is a person who has been on the battlefield, this aura is not something that ordinary people can bear at all, and he stared at him, and the fat woman didn't dare to pant for a long time, for fear that he would be slapped to death by him if he didn't pay attention to himself.

"I'll ask you, grandson." Dingzhu looked at the old man on the ground with a smile: "Although we don't have any feelings, we have a fate, and the father and son are here." You'll have to give me an explanation. ”

At this time, someone coaxed at this time, and Dingzhu suddenly turned his head: "Shut the fuck up for me!" Who is saying that Lao Tzu abolished him! ”

Suddenly. There was silence on the field. Dinghammer had no affection for them, and that night he knocked on the doors of almost everyone in the village, but no one would take him in, even for one night. When Dingzhu was ten years old, he even thought about sneaking back and burning all the broken places with a fire, although he was indifferent now, but in retrospect, the anger in that stomach had nowhere to go.

"You have a good memory, that winter, Lao Tzu was wearing a ragged shirt and crying outside begging you to open the door. Did you force one of them to open the door? Dinghammer snorted coldly: "So you all don't pretend to be righteous for Lao Tzu." None of them are good. ”

After speaking, he looked down at the old man and said sharply: "Is Lao Tzu your own son?" ”

The old man paused, then nodded dejectedly.

"Then you fucking know that Lao Tzu was only twelve years old that year. The hair didn't grow. It's minus ten degrees outside, you let this girl throw Lao Tzu out of the door, is it intent on Lao Tzu's life? Dinghammer's voice became hoarse again: "What about you?" Don't pretend to me! ”

The old man kept his head down, and after hearing Dingzhu's questioning, he didn't say a word or say anything.

"Luckily." Dinghammer let out a sigh: "My old lady bless me." Lao Tzu survived the fuck. You know, I've wanted to burn your family in the house more than once. Damn, what did Lao Tzu do wrong back then? What about you? And you, the fat woman asked you! Why did Lao Tzu mess with you? Did I make trouble for you or roll your eyes, you're going to kill me! ”

The fat woman was dumbfounded. Because he knows that relatively speaking, Dingzhu was really a very well-behaved child when he was a child, although he was stubborn, he was absolutely sensible, he didn't cry, he never said anything, and he almost did it alone after washing and wiping the floor, cooking and washing rice. And the reason why he kicked him out was purely because he was not his own family and looked an eyesore.

"Okay, you don't have anything to fuck say, do you?" Dinghammer sneered, and then raised his voice abruptly: "I'll ask again, why didn't you keep me at that time!" ”

"Don't ...... Other...... Hammer ...... It's all my fault, it's all my fault......"

"Shut up."

Dinghammer jumped down from the wall, went straight to the door, opened the door and walked in, and after entering, he found that he didn't know this place at all, although the former home was not rich, but under the care of his wife, it was still in order, plus doing a little business, life in the village was actually quite passable.

And now...... There is no other adjective here than to describe it as poor. In addition to a color TV that was married to the old lady back then, there are only a few light bulbs left in the house that are electrical appliances, and the sofa has been used for at least 20 years, and the bed, which is obviously the bed on which he often lay on top to draw when he was a child.

And the most valuable thing is probably the mahogany dresser left by Dinghammer's grandmother back then.

"You really have a face." Dinghammer smiled: "You drove my mother's son away, and you still have the face to use her dresser." ”

As he spoke, the hammer threw all the things on the dresser off the ground, and then carried the dresser outside with one hand, and then pressed one hand on the dresser, and then in front of everyone's eyes, the mahogany dresser suddenly burned, and the raging fire turned the table into ashes in a moment: "This is my mother's baby, I'll go in and see what else my wife has." ”

Under the astonished gaze of others, the hammer turned the whole room upside down, and finally looted all the things that belonged to him or his mother, except for the only photo of him and his wife that had become blurry and forgotten in the cracks, everything else was destroyed by the hammer and there was no slag left.

At this time, the boy who had begun to be knocked unconscious by Dinghammer also woke up, and Dinghammer walked up to him with a smile and slapped him in the face: "Young man, I have seen your miserable future. ”

After speaking, he glared at the old man on the ground who had not raised his head from beginning to end and the group of frightened villagers outside, put his hands in his pockets, and flew away: "I still have unfulfilled wishes to do, let's completely clear up between us, let's live a good life in the future." ”

The hammer did not stay again, the knot in the heart is very strange, it is said that it will be untied, looking at the pitiful appearance of the fat woman and the old man's nest bag for decades, the hammer feels that his younger brother will help him avenge sooner or later, the blunt knife cutting the flesh is the most painful, anyway, they have no good results, it is better to let them go, after all, this grade is too far away from the hammer.

Out of a vicious hammer, I feel that the sky is blue and the water is clear, and his only attachment to this world now is probably the braised pork made by his mother, but ...... I'm afraid I'll never have it again in this life.

Of course, Dingzhu is not a philosopher nor one of those thinkers who hurt the spring and autumn, he is just a puppet, as a puppet is not so many flowery intestines, this trip may be the last time he came to this world, naturally there must be revenge and revenge, and the grievances of the year must be vented The kindness of the year must also be repaid.

"Hmm...... Next. Dinghammer took out his list: "Yes, go see the food stall owner." ”

The owner of the food stall in his mouth was the first person willing to give him a bite of fresh and hot food, in other words, he even saved the hammer's life, he will always remember the bowl of hot batter on that snowy morning, maybe not delicious, but without that bowl of cheap batter, the hammer may have become a handful of loess by now. (To be continued......)