In the icy and snowy, snow-stricken and wind-hungry Chinan Mountainside. The old man in the earthen house seemed to be sleeping on the kang, and Bai Shan's face was full of tears, and he was skillfully busy before and after walking, putting the pot to boil water, stirring with noodles, and he had to wipe away the tears that gushed out again every few times.

Now Baishan already knows his life experience, no matter his wealth or poverty, and he is thousands of miles away, thinking about it is in vain, so he no longer thinks about it; at this moment, he just wants to make a bowl of bud rice noodle soup for the old man, that is after the old man's teeth are not much left, the most often eaten and favorite noodle soup, the old man raised him from a young age to the old, and after being sensible, he felt that he owed the old man too much, so he wanted to take good care of the old man's old age, he not only thought so, but also did so. As far as he is concerned, he doesn't want to do anything that violates the principle of filial piety, for the old man, the most talked about with him is this filial piety, and the most important thing is also this filial piety, and Bai Shan also knows its reason.

In fact, at this time, Bai Shan has regretted chasing the old man to ask about his life experience, a person who has worked hard to support himself for more than ten years, and the two have been better than real relatives, his words and deeds, sincere and seductive, the old man has great kindness to himself, he is reasonable, and he can't bear to leave him, he just can't suppress his inner curiosity.

After a while, the steaming noodle soup was boiling in the pot, and the whole room was filled with the fragrance of grains, Bai Shan saw that the noodle soup was cooked, took two gray strips of cloth, put them at both ends of the iron pot, and put a bowl of noodle soup in the bowl, and then took out two yellow dough from the table, tore them little by little and soaked them in the soup.

Bai Shan took a pair of homemade wooden chopsticks, walked lightly to the side of the kang with a bowl of noodle soup, and called softly: "Grandpa, grandpa, the soup is ready." ”

The old man let out a long low voice and tried to open his eyes. Bai Shan hurriedly put the dishes and chopsticks aside, pulled a folded quilt from the end of the kang, and helped the old man to put the quilt under the old man. He took the bowl and chopsticks, and fed the soaked swollen yellow dough to the old man again and again. The old man chewed with his few remaining teeth, looking at Bai Shan with relief, and his bloodshot eyes gradually moistened.

After eating up the yellow dough in the bowl, Bai Shan hurriedly handed the soup to the old man's mouth and prepared to feed it to the old man, but the old man took the bowl from front of him with trembling hands and drank it himself. Bai Shan looked at the old man's trembling hands, for fear that the bowl would fall off from the old man's hands, and his hands followed under the old man's hands holding the bowl. The old man drank the noodle soup in a few sips, stretched out his index finger and squeezed the bowl full of noodle soup, and then stuffed it into his mouth, as if he was still a little unsatisfied.

Bai Shan saw that the bowl was empty, so he took the bowl and prepared to serve the soup again, but the old man beckoned to stop Bai Shan: "Shan'er, put the bowl first, grandpa suddenly remembered something, I have been holding it in my heart for many years, and I haven't been able to understand it, so I want to ask you." ”

"What's the matter?" said Grandpa. Bai Shan had some doubts in his heart, but he still listened to the old man's words.

"Have you noticed something unusual about yourself? When the old man saw Bai Shan sitting beside him, he asked.

Bai Shan was a little confused by the old man's inexplicable words, but then he thought of the strange dream that had haunted him for many years, and he couldn't help but feel a little palpitating.

Seeing Bai Shan's contemplative and puzzled expression, the old man opened his mouth to explain the reason: "Since the moment I carried you up the mountain, all the snakes, insects, rats and ants around this platform have disappeared, and even you have never been sick once, this is too unreasonable! It is really incomprehensible, and every year on the first day of the tenth month, why do you wake up from your deep sleep every night?"

In fact, Bai Shan had never observed so carefully, because he didn't know his own wonders at all, how to observe, and when the old man mentioned that snakes, insects, rats and ants were missing, he thought that he had never seen these ordinary things for so many years.

Bai Shan pondered for a long time before he spoke: "I don't know why this is happening, maybe they also feel that the night on the mountain is cold, so they have to leave! As for the dream on the first night of the first day of October, I am very impressed, because every year on that day I have the same dream, exactly the same as before, not bad at all." ”

As soon as these words came out, the old man couldn't help but shudder, hurriedly pulled the quilt onto his body, and asked with some curiosity: "Exactly the same dream, and this kind of strange thing? Tell me, what did you see in that dream?"

"In the dream____" Bai Shan scratched his head and said with some thought: "The sky in the dream is red, and the ground yellow is a little black, as if it has suffered a fire. Oh! In the dream, there was a little boy and a woman sitting with her back to her, and I seemed to be floating in the air with a pair of eyes, and I could see their every move, and the strangest thing was that I could feel the sadness in the little boy's heart. And ____ seems to be gone. Bai Shan wanted to say the red eyes that scared him a little, but then he thought about it and felt that the things in the dream were really ridiculous, and there was no need to say anything to scare the old man again.

"That's all?" the old man hesitated for a moment and said, "It's nothing, it's a pity that I don't know how to understand those strange things, if the Taoist is still alive, maybe he can know a thing or two." ”

As soon as these words came out, the old man suddenly remembered something, and his face was confused, as if he was recalling something far away. Suddenly, the room fell into silence, Bai Shan knew that the old man was afraid that he remembered the Taoist again, so he stopped speaking, his legs drooped and swayed slightly at the edge of the kang, and a pair of crying red eyes couldn't help but secretly droop, and he was thinking about something noncommittally.

"Mountain?" The old man slowly turned his head to look at Bai Shan: "Grandpa wants to ask you for something." The old man looked at Bai Shan's crying red eyes, couldn't bear to look at it and couldn't help but face the roof beam again, and said with a long sigh: "I have no children and no daughters in my life, you also know, grandpa regards you as his own, but it's a pity that grandpa has limited ability and can't teach you more things to make a living, if you still remember grandpa a little good, can you place me next to the grave of the old Taoist after I leave, and it can be regarded as a worthy death." ”

Bai Shan not only heard the sadness in the old man's words, but also heard that the old man seemed to be worried about something, so he took the words to comfort himself, of course, in Bai Shan's heart, it was just a worry, and the old man in front of him was the foundation of filial piety, not to mention that the old man in front of him had great kindness to himself, how could he make that kind of unfilial piety.

"Grandpa, it is the duty of the mountains to provide for the elderly. As soon as these words came out, Bai Shan seemed to think of something, and tears actually rolled in his eyes: "Don't worry about anything, Shan'er has been taught by you for many years, so he naturally understands the hardships in your heart, and will not fail your instructions." ”

"Yes, yes. The old man seemed to have solved the things that had plagued him for a long time, and as if he had finally said the words that had not been spoken for a long time, his face gradually calmed down, showing an indescribable expression, and his voice was full of calmness: "This person! Sometimes you have to accept your fate, and you can't do it if you don't accept your fate, I know that this day will come sooner or later, but I was still a little worried about the coming of this day, like I was trapped in a quagmire and couldn't extricate myself, and I was thinking all day long. But now, with your words, I have no regrets. I used to hear people often say that this person has reincarnation and an afterlife, saying that the Huangquan Road is dark, so I light incense and candles to show them the way, I thought that this person is buried in the soil and even has no bones, where can there be any reincarnation, but when I met the Taoist, I gradually found that the most indispensable thing for this person is faith ......"

Bai Shan listened to the old man's whispering, his legs drooped on the kang, looking at the thin black cloth shoes with a somewhat wooden expression, remembering the scene of the old man lying next to the wooden window sewing for himself with a needle and thread, and his heart was sour. Just when Bai Shan was a little touched, he only heard the whisper of the old man in his ear, and there was no sound, and Bai Shan turned his head to look at the old man. I saw that the old man lying on the quilt had his eyes slightly closed, and a smile could be faintly seen on his wrinkled face. Bai Shan held his breath and listened carefully for a long time without seeing the old man's wheezing, he seemed to think of something, his head suddenly went blank, and tears instantly blurred his eyes.

After a while, Bai Shan finally stopped crying, looking at the motionless old man with a somewhat complicated expression, thinking of the bits and pieces of the past, and a tingling feeling in his heart. In fact, Bai Shan had tried to think about it at this moment, but when the facts really happened in front of him, his heart felt clearer and more sad than when he tried to think about it.

The moon is cloudy and sunny, people have good and bad luck, and death is the end point that everyone must go through. Bai Shan seemed to understand a lot of vague truths in the past at the moment when the old man left, and after grief, Bai Shan decided to fulfill the old man's last wish and bury him next to the grave of the old pine tree.