She loves Qin Jianglan, and she loves it in pain, but he doesn't love it.

After a few bitter weeps, she slept on the train and arrived in her hometown town at four o'clock in the evening.

It was still dark outside, there were only a few dim street lamps far apart, and the early morning wind was still a little cold, so she wrapped her coat tightly and dragged her suitcase out of the station square.

Immediately a group of people came and spoke to her.

"Little sister, Tea Lake? Maple Mountain? ”

"Here, here, Changxi is gone!"

These people were the drivers of the cars waiting outside the train station at night, speaking her native dialect, and the familiarity brought tears to her eyes.

There are no taxis in small counties, only private minivans for soliciting passengers.

Although her mother and scumbag father now live in this county, she doesn't want to go home, she doesn't want her mother to see her crying and swollen eyes, she wants to go to the top of Maple Mountain, which is the highest mountain in a small town.

It is also the hometown where she was really born.

On that mountain, there are her grandparents.

"Kaedeyama, let's go!" She hasn't spoken her hometown for many years, so kind.

The night is dark and the stars are scarce, the car is driving higher and higher, the dim mountain road has no light, all by the car lights, the mountain is more and more silent, only the occasional bird cry echoes in the valley.

She didn't feel the slightest need to be afraid, this was where she was born, from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, every bend of the road, every inch of the width of the road, which protruding dirt slope, she could count it with her eyes closed.

She told the driver in advance: "Turn left in front of you, and then keep honking, because there is an S-shaped bend up 100 meters, some children will ride their bicycles down the mountain in the morning, there is no light to shine, you will not know that someone will rush in front of the curve, pay attention to safety!" ”

This village road is very narrow, there are not many cars to walk in ordinary times, occasionally the car going up the mountain must choose the middle of the road to walk better position, the danger zone is no signs, the driver will not understand, why keep honking the horn up the mountain.

"Little sister, from Fengshan? Familiar with this place, huh? ”

"I've lived here for fifteen years!"

At about six o'clock in the morning, she arrived at a village on the mountain, which was more than 800 meters above sea level.

There was a big pine tree at the entrance of the village, and there was a god of Bogong under the tree, and she dragged the small box and walked over with her hands folded and bent down and said, "Bogong, I'm back!" I am Su Ying's eldest granddaughter, remember me? ”

The size of each house here sits in the direction, and how many peaches and plums are planted in front of and behind the house, she can recite it backwards, and the two-story family on the slope on the right side of the village, when she was seven or eight years old, the little brother who was two years older than her, said that he wanted to marry her when he grew up, and at that time, she threw away a stone.

Fengshan, in fact, is not because the mountain is full of maple trees, but in the Song Dynasty, there is a big maple tree here, after a thousand years, it has long disappeared, and now around the house here, in addition to clusters of bamboo forests, it is all over the mountain like a long dragon lying on the neatly trimmed tea trees.

She was raised under the tea tree.

It was dawn, and amid the crowing of chickens and dogs, she returned to her old house after many years of absence.

It is said to be an old house, but in fact, it was only more than ten years ago that the new three-story small building of the tiled house was demolished.

The gate is closed, except for the New Year's Festival, when the old mother will come back to worship God, there is basically no one living here.

But she had a way to get in.

The key to the door, in the crack in the wall of the third brick under the window in the adjacent utility room.

Although the key was rusty, it did not prevent her from opening the simple rusty copper lock.

No one lives, naturally there is no firewood, rice, oil and salt, the huge empty house, upstairs and downstairs, except for the old mother's worship of the leftover incense, candles and silver paper, there is no room for her to fill her stomach, because she is afraid of staying here to fatten the mice.

Fortunately, she bought bread at the train station, rested for a while, ate some bread, packed up some incense, candles, and silver paper, carried the basket out of the house, and climbed to the small mountain nest behind the mountain.

She's going to see her grandparents.

Many years ago, my grandparents passed away one after another and were buried in a small mountain nest with the village at their back.

Thinking of my grandparents, I heard that back then, when she was just born, because she was thin like a little mouse, the skin on her forehead was wrinkled, and her face was purple.

Grandpa had learned medical skills with Lang since he was a child, and when he saw her ghostly appearance, he asked his grandmother to find a dustpan and throw it away, saying that he couldn't support it.

Grandma and the old mother refused to live or die, and desperately hid to keep her.

Grandma wanted to name her Ah Fei, saying that she could only be fattened in the future, but the two scholars, grandpa and scumbag, resolutely opposed it, and finally took a very appropriate name, Wen Ruo, a weak person who can't be weaker anymore.

She remembers that when she was a child, her grandfather always gave her all kinds of sour and bitter herbal soups, saying that if she drank it, she would become fat.

But when she grew up to this age, she never changed Ah Fei, and her grandfather lied to her for more than 20 years.

When I was a child, I heard the story that my grandfather was going to throw her away, and I would scold my grandfather angrily, enmity with him, and never talk to him again.

After growing up and being sensible, I realized that my grandfather was the person who loved her the most in the family besides my mother.

I recalled the picture of my grandparents alive over and over again in my mind, and I didn't feel my feet sore when I climbed the mountain, and I walked to the grave after more than half an hour.

She lit candles and incense paper in front of her grandparents' graves, and sat on the side and chatted with the two of them.

"Grandpa, I'm Wen Ruo, I'm back, is grandma okay with you?"

When she called grandpa, she choked her throat and couldn't speak, so she breathed down and continued to shout: "Grandpa, can I go to you?" ”

The mountain wind blew away her voice, maybe grandpa didn't hear it, she continued to shout with tears in her eyes: "Grandpa, what should I do?" ”

The grandparents still didn't answer her, wiped their tears repeatedly, and then cried: "Grandpa, I burned so much money for you and grandma, but you answered me!" If you don't speak, I'll have a grudge against you! ”

A dark shadow streaked across her eyes, taking the only bread she had brought.

Su Wenruo saw clearly that the ragged man was a fool in the village, he had meningitis when he was a child, and there was no condition for treatment, which led to permanent brain damage, and now he is in his thirties, and he still wanders around the mountains all day long.

When Su Wenruo saw this fool when he was a child, he would definitely throw a stone at him.

After the fool got the bread, he dodged behind the tree on the side, showed his head and said, "You fool, talking to a person who has become an immortal, there are so stupid people, you don't know how to make money to buy more fruits to worship, will your grandfather talk to you?" ”

Su Wenruo grabbed a big stone, smashed it hard and scolded: "Nima, who is the fool of us!" ”

The fool flashed the stone thrown by Su Wenruo behind the tree, poked his head out again, and said resolutely: "You were originally a fool!" ”

Su Wenruo grabbed another stone and made a gesture to throw it over, and scolded: "You big fool, you dare to scold me after robbing my bread, and the bread will come back!" ”

The fool didn't do it, and covered the bread in his tattered clothes: "You don't like your own things, rely on me to rob you, you are not a fool, who is a fool!" ”

"MMP, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you!"

Su Wenruo stood up and rushed over, the fool ran away in a blink of an eye, she found a small wooden stick to poke around, wanting to poke the fool out and beat him hard, but it was just a puff of smoke, and the fool had already run to the lawn on the other side of the waterhole, barefoot in the sky, running faster than a rabbit.

ran away, and provoked her: "Come on! Come and catch me! You can't run as fast as I do, and you'll never catch me! ”

I haven't exercised for a long time, not to mention that I can't run a fool running around the mountains, even if I can't run a single one of them.

I was crying in front of my grandparents just now, and I was disturbed by a fool, and after scolding the fool on the other side, I felt a lot more comfortable!

Back to the old house in the village, I moved a rattan chair to sit on the outside lawn to bask in the sun, the environment was very pleasant, and I took away a lot of the haze in my heart, that is, I was hungry and had nothing to eat.

Thinking about whether to ask the neighbor to ask for rice and grain to cook in a pot, the aunt next door held a long thin bamboo pole and drove a few muscovy ducks to pass by, and called her in surprise: "Xiaowen? When did you get back? ”

The familiar "Xiaowen", only the people in the village will call her Xiaowen, a warm and cordial call.

Looking at the fat duck again, he really wants to come to something, and looking at it makes people's eyes full of fiery love.

The people in the village were simple and welcoming, and her aunt invited her to eat at home, but she nodded her head and followed without a hint of politeness.

However, the process of rubbing the rice does not seem to be going well, because the aunt's stupid son is hiding behind the gate and eyeing her.

"If you promise not to return the bread, I'll let you eat at my house!"

This big fool is the fool who was scolded by her just now and ran away in the dark.

Su Wenruo wanted to tease him on a bored whim, and pretended to be very angry: "The rice has to be eaten, and the bread has to be returned!" ”

The fool ran out of the door: "I've finished eating, it's, you go to the dung pit to find it!" ”

As soon as the aunt brought the food out of the hall, she heard her stupid son talking about, so she took a bamboo pole to drive ducks and beat it out, scaring the stupid son away before quieting down.

"Xiaowen, don't pay attention to him, eat quickly, my aunt stewed duck, and the vegetables are also grown by yourself, you can't eat it in the city."

My aunt is almost sixty years old, with white hair on her head, but she is in good health, and she can still go up the mountain to chop wood, saying that she is not used to using gas.

I've been like this for most of my life, I only see her happy on weekdays, and I don't see anything to worry about, and the neighbors all know that that stupid son is her only trouble, otherwise she wouldn't be all white.

"Xiaowen, do you have something on your mind? Your mother still talks about you when she comes back for the New Year, how are you doing outside? ”

Su Wenruo didn't talk much, afraid that she would reveal her stuffing as soon as she spoke, in fact, she had already been seen by the aunt who came over, so it was okay not to ask, as soon as she asked, she lowered her head and began to cry, and deliberately said: "I can't eat too much duck, I will be allergic, I can only eat a little bit." ”