In the summer of 2000, sweat was pouring down, and the rubble and cracked earth on the eaves were unique to the village. The eldest aunt and the second aunt stayed in the old house in their hometown, and they sat in the living room and looked at the grandmother's posthumous photos on the table.

In the past two days, I have just finished the funeral for my grandmother, and the old man is sick and left, so that there is no one in the courtyard of the old house, and the laughter and laughter of the past and the people of the older generation have also gone over there to reunite. Due to the heavy rain in the village for two days in a row, it was really impossible to open to traffic, so the eldest aunt and the second aunt had to stay in this empty courtyard for another night. It's cold at night, and it's no exaggeration to say that even a needle on the ground can be heard clearly, and the two of them can't sleep when they lie in bed in the middle of the night, and even the second aunt, who is brave and brave on weekdays, can't sleep.

"Slept? Younger sister. ”

"No, how can you sleep?"

"Come with me to the park to use the bathroom."

"Okay, it's cool outside."

At about two o'clock in the morning, the two said that they would leave, and the sanitary environment of the old house was obviously very poor, and the two of them even went to the public toilet to go to the toilet. Quan Dangdang walked, although no one said anything, but the two of them were like Spiegels in their hearts, they just wanted to leave the empty and gloomy courtyard.

From a distance, the door to the public restroom was closed, the lights were turned off, and there seemed to be a lock on the doorknob. Just when the two of them were about to go home, the sharp-eyed second aunt found that the lock on the door seemed to be just hanging on it and not really locked.

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you outside."

The second aunt sat on the stone pier in the park square, and the eldest aunt walked in. The temperature in this village at night is still very low, and the cold wind blows on the body very comfortably, the second aunt sighed and remembered some of her grandmother's old past, tears swirled in her eyes, and her words also revealed sadness.

"It's a cool night. Sister, don't you go to the toilet? It's pretty clean. ”

The aunt walked out of the public bathroom and beckoned her sister to go to the toilet too, but the second aunt shook her head and refused again and again.

"Okay, let's go back, I'm not so scared to be with you."

"That's our mother, what's there to be afraid of, our mother's life is not easy."

"Well, who's to say it's not. By the way, sister, the sound of your cough just now outside is really like our mother's cough. ”

The second aunt was stunned for a moment, stopped and turned her head to look at the aunt.

"What? Do you hear me coughing? ”

"It's just the two of us, of course we can hear it, but it's like our mother's cough, it's exactly the same."

"Aang, yes. We were born by our mother, can we not look like it, go back, go back and sleep for a while. We'll go back early tomorrow morning. ”

The two of them rushed early in the morning, finally got on the long-distance bus, and watched the distant village gradually disappear into the horizon, not knowing when the next time they would come back. The sadness of parting is far less than the warmth of reminiscing, the wind blows the leaves, stirring people's hearts, summer will eventually pass, but it will come again, this is probably reincarnation.

"Sister, the cough yesterday was not mine."

The eldest aunt was stunned and looked at the second aunt with a puzzled face.

"I said when I went to the bathroom with you last night, you said you heard my cough, I didn't cough at the time."

"Huh?"

"I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would be afraid."

The two tacitly didn't say anything more along the way.

Life is like a wonderful journey, you don't know where you came and where you are going, what you can do is to live in the moment, to live for the living is to live for the dead. Because there are too many secrets that you need to explore, and there are too many truths that you need to uncover, everyone is an individual, and everyone has their own meaning of existence.