Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Story of Tea Eggs (Part II)

The soldier's masculine face smiled softly, just as he looked at his mother every time he visited his home twenty years ago.

"Dingbang, you ......"

As if she was not sure, the old man looked at this soldier in a daze, and there was no vision in her left eye, but it did not prevent her from opening her eyes wide and seeing her son's appearance clearly.

"Mom, I'm back. โ€

At first, the voice of the soldier was a little jerky, but now, the voice has returned to the familiar voice of his mother twenty years ago.

The old man's Adam's apple coughed, and he wanted to say something, but it seemed a little unreal, he opened his mouth wide, stopped talking, and stood up with his thin legs trembling like thin bamboo poles, looking at his son's height higher than two heads above himself, this second, a thousand words, but they converged into one sentence.

"The food in the army is good, and I have grown taller again. โ€

Just as in the past, the old man groped his son's arms, and a smile bloomed on his yellow face, "Yo, it's strong again." โ€

"Mom, I'm going home this time and I'm not leaving. โ€

The soldier smiled and said this.

"Not leaving?"

The old man's face suddenly became a little angry.

"Go, don't come back, if you don't leave, who will protect these people? Quick, your mother is having a good time here, let's go!"

The old man's voice was a little hurried, and he waved his hand to drive people away.

Protecting the people?

Such a ridiculous word could make anyone laugh when they hear it, and it seems like a routine speech coming from the mouth of an old man who is not very educated.

Have fun?

The soldier's voice suddenly choked a little, coughed, and showed his right arm.

"Mom, I can't help it, it's not that I don't want to, but because I can't lift a gun now, you see. "I pulled my muscular right arm, obviously, from the arm, it was all made of wood, obviously, it was a prosthetic leg.

Seeing this, the old man's eyes showed distress for a moment, but in the next second, seeing that his son could still flexibly control the prosthesis, his eyes widened, "Look, aren't you still moving? Why can't you lift the gun? Quickly, go back, if you don't let you go back, you let the chief tell me!"

The old man who has been humble for half his life is particularly tough at this moment, she doesn't care about what the chief, she only knows that her son can still move, what is it without half an arm, when his father went to the battlefield before, he was stabbed in the stomach and shot two enemies!

"No, no, Mom, don't worry, don't be angry, dissipate your anger. โ€

Seeing that his mother was very angry, the soldier changed his fierce appearance in front of the enemy, lowered his head and patted his mother's back to persuade him.

"How do you let me get angry?"

The old man didn't know where he got the strength, so he threw his coat on the ground, ignoring the cold wind, "I sent you to the army so that you can be like your father, don't be a bad seed!

I don't know what the old man thinks, it's just half an arm, if this kind of thing is said by someone else, it is still very funny, however, inexplicably, from this old man's mouth, it seems particularly convincing.

It's just half an arm!

"Mom, don't worry, because everyone in the current army is very powerful, and your son has no choice but to retreat and let other people with good arms go on, if I don't come back, I will cause trouble for the country." โ€

The soldier eagerly explained that the old man, who was still angry, suddenly fell silent when he heard the five words "causing trouble to the country".

"Oh, I see. โ€

The old man clutched his chest, she hadn't encountered such an angry thing for a long time, and her blood pressure was a little elevated, "That's true, you can't make trouble for the country." โ€

"Of course, the country is so powerful now. โ€

The soldier took off his clothes and put them on his mother, but as for the tattered clothes on the ground, which were no longer visible, the soldier did not care.

Seeing the soldier's movements, the old man was a little angry again, glaring at him, the soldier didn't know what he had done wrong, and was a little shocked.

"You forgot how I taught you when I was a kid?"

The soldier blinked, leaned down to pick up his clothes, dusted them off, and looked sideways at his mother, only to see that her anger had dissipated.

"Go home. โ€

Finally, after explaining everything, the old man was very happy, and he had to set up a stall until eight o'clock every day, so let's go back a little earlier today.

The soldiers helped his mother carry the coal stove and pressure cooker and followed behind his mother.

There are many twists and turns, and the people around them don't seem to see the mother and son, doing their own things one by one, and for so many years, because of the sloppiness, there are no friends here.

It didn't take long for him to finally stop in front of an ordinary hut.

How to say it, if it is a hut, it may be regarded as lifting, just a small, less than five square meters of space, just built up with bricks and stones, and even the tiles on the top that have been unevenly distributed can be seen, this small place has perennial wind and rain leakage.

It's just a storage room.

It's just a storage room.

The old man sat on the bed, and the bed instantly made an overwhelming squeak, and the soldier who originally wanted to put the weight bag on stopped this action, he was afraid that after putting it on, the bed would collapse.

He just stood next to it, looking around at the scene inside the house.

The furnishings were simple, an old radio, a bedside table that smelled of decay, a gas stove and a small gas canister, simple to the point of simplicity.

Of course, it's not all, there is a small alarm clock at the head of the old man's bed, white, which looks very new, but if you look closely, you can find that there are some other colors next to the alarm clock, obviously, it is because the old man often gropes for the sake of those colors that are touched off by the old man's rough hands.

In the whole cabin, except for the alarm clock that looks newer, it is obvious that there are signs of other people using it.

What this says is self-evident.

"Dingbang, what are you going to do when you come back this time? โ€

The old man relieved his breath for a while and picked up the alarm clock, which confirmed the soldier's thoughts.

"The army arranged a job for me, and in a few days I will be able to go to work. โ€

The soldier laughed.

"Have you caused trouble for the country?"

The old man's eyes widened.

"No, no, no. โ€

The soldier hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head.

"That's good. โ€

The old man smiled knowingly, and suddenly thought of something, and opened a drawer from his bedside table covered with mold.

"Dingbang, look, how is this baby, it looks like you, right? โ€

From above, the soldier saw a photo, thinking that it didn't look like it, but he still nodded, his eyes flickered, and he saw more than a dozen photos of children.

"Eh, you see, these children are very similar to you, but it's very pitiful, no mother, no father, no money to study, but it's okay, your mother and I have a good life, every time I have money, I give it to those welfare agencies. โ€

The old man grinned at his teeth, which were about to lose all his teeth, and looked very happy, happy that he was having a good life.

"In the past 20 years, your mother has gone to set up a stall every time, no, it sells your favorite tea eggs, eh, our mother and son used to be hungry for so many days, if it weren't for the country, we would have starved to death, I still remember, at that time, there were tea eggs in the things they gave us to eat. โ€

"It tasted really good. โ€

"Delicious!"

It was difficult to use any words in the old man's barren words, but he kept saying delicious in his mouth, which was the word she thought best described food.

"Mom has been doing it for so long now, and she can't make such delicious tea eggs. With a regretful expression on his face, he looked at his son, but said with a smile, "You, you should have eaten a lot in the army now, Mom, this tea egg ......."

"No, I still like my mom to do it. โ€

Hearing her son say this, the old man did not feel that the soldier was deliberately complimenting herself, on the contrary, she felt that what her son said must be the truth.

The soldier grinned, and without saying a word, took out a tea egg from the pressure cooker.

"Eh, be careful, it's hot!"

"It's not hot!" peeled off the eggshell after three strokes and five divided by two, and without saying a word, he ate one and gave his mother a thumbs up, "Mom, it's delicious." โ€

"Eh, it's delicious, it's delicious, Mom will get you a little more. โ€

The old man stood up, saw that his son was eating again, his face showed relief, put down the alarm clock in his hand, suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile.

"Eh, Dingbang, I remember, this alarm clock is the one next to it...... Yes, the painter was given to me by a little baby called Lin Siyin, eh, the painters are all cultural people, and the babies who are taught are so kind-hearted. โ€

The old man smiled happily when she saw her son gobbling up, but at this time, she felt a little tired, and sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, intending to rest for a while.

"Dingbang, you wait a little, Mom squints for a while, and then call me when you finish eating, tea eggs, and ......" As he spoke, the old man closed his eyes and wrapped the military coat that the soldier had just given to the old man.

"Uh-huh. โ€

The soldier nodded back, with tea eggs still stuffed in his mouth, and made a sneering sound.

The next moment.

The soldier stopped chewing, turned his head and saw the old man's face as if he was asleep, and did not make any more movements.

In this world that has lost reincarnation, the only result of the soul is dissipation, and there is no need to pull the old man's soul out of the body again, she has no regrets.

With a squeak, the door was quietly slammed shut, and looking through the crack in the door, the person who closed the door was already completely different from the person who was eating tea eggs just now.

"Thank you. โ€

The moment the door was closed, the person seemed to hear something, just smiled slightly, and said softly, "No, it's me who should thank you." โ€

There was no sound, as if afraid to disturb the old man, and the door closed in silence.

......

It didn't take long for Grandma Zhang's body to be found, and from what was left behind, everyone was surprised to find that the old man who sold tea eggs every day, the total amount of donations was 570,000, and even her son's monthly pension, she also donated nothing to the children who could not study, the specific amount could not be calculated, and what was even more surprising was that the old man's son was a martyr who helped foreign compatriots in the countryใ€‚

At this moment, everyone suddenly realized that this old man had never lied, but he just concealed a lot of things, but what made others even more puzzling was that on the old man's body, he was wearing an old-fashioned military coat, which looked very new, and it was obviously just made, so since it was just made, the more puzzling thing came, this dress has been discontinued for twenty years.

Some people say that it was the old man's son who was afraid that she would be cold, so he put on the old man.

Young people say that they are superstitious, and they explain to their elders and their parents that this is just a coincidence, and there are no ghosts and gods in this world.

Are there no ghosts and gods? The elders all smiled and did not speak.

They have also experienced this age, and they know very well whether there are ghosts or gods, but it doesn't matter if there are ghosts or gods here.

These elders with rich experience are more willing to believe than others.

It was her son who was afraid of her cold, so he put it on for his mother.