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A little further on the floor of my house, there is a small wooden shed, and there is only one room, and Grandma Dilan lives in the shed.

Dilan's milk is actually not called Dilan, Dilan is her eldest granddaughter's name. It's probably been a long time, and people have forgotten her name, so they picked up such a pronoun at random.

Dilan's family used to be a big family. However, later the family was ruined. Later, the cadres of the land reform entered the village, and the main houses and fields of the lofty style were distributed to the villagers who "picked fruits", while the side houses were in disrepair for a long time, and they were already crooked, and they could no longer be inhabited. The family moved into the firewood house, which was the wooden shed.

The firewood room was rudimentary, with a few beds in a circle, a stove in the middle, and a few yellow pebbles brought from the river, smooth and shiny by the coarse cloth buttocks.

In the small wooden shed, there is always a lot of things that attract us. When I was a child, my siblings and I used to go to the small wooden shed to play. Especially in winter, when my parents are not at home, the house is cold, but there is always a little fire in that firewood room, which is warm and comfortable. Playing a child's trick in that hut turned the hut upside down. When you are sleepy, you sleep crooked on the pebbles.

Dilan's milk seems to be doing needlework all day long, sewing and mending, mending and mending, and her hands have never stopped. It was as if not a single piece of cloth was intact on her body, always mending and mending, sewing and sewing, all patches.

Sometimes, we would bring a few sweet potatoes from home, bury them in the ashes of the stove, and when we were hungry, we would dig them out and eat them with the skin, which was fragrant and delicious. At that time, we could always exchange a piece of sweet potato for Dilan's milk to express a rare smile.

Grandma Dilan's smile was very beautiful, like a flower that had dried up and shrunk for a long time, and suddenly stretched out. She rarely laughs on weekdays, but she doesn't look evil, but she is a little kind and kind.

I have the impression that although Grandma Dilan is sixty or seventy years old, her teeth have fallen out, and her face is full of wrinkles, like patches on her clothes, it seems that I can always imagine the beautiful silhouette of her when she was young.

When she married into a big family in Wendouzhai from a beautiful family, she would never have thought that one day she would fall into this step. But is it all she can control?

I often hear her long sighs, and it still feels so oppressed and heavy in retrospect.

Accustomed to enjoying happiness in a large family, Dilan's grandfather was very lazy after liberation, and he couldn't and didn't want to do farm work, and his life was very embarrassing. I heard that a cow that the production team gave him to raise was raised by him. Later, because they did not feed the forage for a long time, the cattle not only ate up the cow dung in the cattle pen, but also ate a lot of the wooden skins that covered the cattle pen. Finally, when the production team found out, the cattle could no longer leave the pen.

Without his ancestral business, he could not adapt to a new life, and he could not support himself in production and labor, and he finally died miserably.

The family is ruined, maybe only a handful of loess is his best destination!

The year after his death, the grave was covered with bitter cauliflower, and his son had to work hard to clear it. That day, his son cried very sadly.

Later, Dilan's milk also died.

Soon after Diolan's death, the firewood house was demolished.

After the firewood house was demolished, the foundation of the firewood house also collapsed on a thunderstorm night. The rest of the half has been sitting there.