Grandpa motioned for Chen Feng to lie back in the rocking chair, smoking a cigarette while shaking the polished and shiny armrest. Chen Feng smiled, patted his chubby belly comfortably, and rubbed his dry eyes as if he was yawning. That year, when I was sent back from Qingdao by my father, I was fished out of the basin by my grandfather after taking a bath, and I lay in the rocking chair and didn't leave, rolling around on it and couldn't stop, and when I was tired, I slept in it. Grandpa would stay by his side, smoking a cigarette quietly, rocking the rocking chair, and driving away mosquitoes. It's just that now, grandpa is no longer as strong as he was back then, and he is no longer the fat boy lying on the rocking chair with his bare buttocks.

"It would be nice if we were both here!" Chen Feng thought to himself. His eyes were dry again, and the desperate look of the sun god flashed through his mind. It was an inexplicable remorse, the powerlessness of the future and the past gnawed at his whole body, and every nerve reminded him to redeem the lost years, but he didn't know how to redeem it.

Chen Feng already understood that the mana on his body was a pen that could rewrite the past, could wipe the scrolls of the past and re-splash ink and frame them, and could carve the jade of life to almost perfection with the carving knife of time. But how does this pen create beautiful patterns on its own barrel? All of its attempts are to make itself dirtier.

The thick smoke rose slowly, rushing through the branches of the jujube trees to the distant stars on this sweltering and windless night. In those ignorant years, my grandfather told my grandson that the stars in the sky are the people on the earth, and there are as many stars in the sky as there are people on the earth.

The grandson lay on his grandfather's belly, holding his grandfather's hand and asking which star was himself and which star was his grandfather. The grandfather couldn't answer, so he stroked his grandson's little finch in his hand, racking his brains to find an answer that satisfied his grandson. That day, the grandson fell asleep on his stomach and urinated on his grandfather......

"I heard from the older generation that the ancestors of the Chen family had been born immortals."

The old voice broke the dullness of the summer night, and a large, withered hand caressed a young, thick finger. The strong arm shook spasmodically, but he didn't pull his fingers out of his grandfather's touch, and still lay in the rocking chair and stared blankly at the sky, waiting for his grandfather's next whisper.

But in the blink of an eye, the old man seemed to forget the topic he had started, closed his eyes again, and smoked quietly. The withered arms were raised and waved slowly above the rocking chair, as if to drive away annoying flying insects for their young grandson.

"Master, the ring you gave me last time was a pair of brothers, right?" Chen Feng sat up and looked up slightly at the old face in the night.

But the grandfather didn't answer, just knocked the cigarette pouch pot that was about to be extinguished, and walked back to the house with his hands behind his back.

Chen Feng slept very deeply this night, and he didn't have a dream.

The next morning was even hotter than the previous night. Chen Feng couldn't stand the slimy feeling of the skin sticking to the mat, so he got up early to take a shower. However, the comfort of bathing is only an instantaneous pleasure, and the rising sun proudly casts a scorching light, which looks particularly rampant in the water vapor in the sky.

This should be the earliest day he got up in recent years, put on a pair of big pants and walked around the streets and alleys, and found that the people here got up as early as before, but at five o'clock, there were already many old men and old ladies cleaning the courtyard, and young men driving tractors did not know where to go, and many chimneys were already smoking. The smoke diffused in the deep alley, still a familiar smell in memory.

Every time he passed in front of these people, Chen Feng would attract a lot of strange eyes. His face was always unfamiliar to these people, and people didn't know where such a tall boy came from, roaming the world with big arms in the early morning.

Chen Feng didn't pay attention to them, and looked for the fragrance in the air with his nose raised. I thought that I could buy breakfast for my grandfather at least once today, and it was up to me to decide how much to buy or how little to buy. According to past experience, he usually can't eat enough when his grandfather prepares breakfast.

But when he stepped into the house with fried dough sticks and soy milk and five or six pickled vegetables, the sight in front of him really made him regret it. I saw my grandfather trembling and staring at the electric wok, the pot was full of I don't know how many bags of instant noodles had been cooked, the noodles were fluttering with hard-boiled egg whites, and there were four big eggs that were still soft in the soup, and there were bright large porcelain bowls hanging on the eggs.

Where is the bowl, it is simply a basin. Grandpa really loves his grandson, the big horse spoon is steady and ruthless, four eggs are all packed into Chen Feng's basin one by one, and the noodles that are almost no soup are cooked, Chen Feng's belly is three bigger in one go. You can't eat one less egg, but if you hesitate a little, the burning hot cigarette pouch pot will be raised......

A mournful cry came from the air, the voice of a woman. The peaceful village became agitated in an instant, and the shouts of men and women gathered in the air little by little, gradually mixing together, and it was no longer possible to distinguish them.

I don't know whose footsteps sounded from the door, and in an instant they appeared outside the door.

"Tie Niu, Haizi is sick, come with me!"

Before Chen Feng could run out of the door, his uncle had already run in the direction where the voice came from. He ran hard, the slippers under his feet slapping the soles of his feet fiercely, his dark gray shorts and white hurdle vest jumping wildly in the sweltering air, and a roll of hemp rope clutched tightly in his hand.

Chen Feng ran like crazy, and the moment he overtook his uncle, he heard his heavy breathing. He didn't wait, he ran straight over, chasing the sound to his childhood friend.

Turning the corner, he suddenly saw a lot of people. Old and young, tall and short, fat and thin, black and white, the whole street attracts half the men of the village. There were many people, but they didn't get together. In the midst of it, a fat white figure was naked and clashing, brandishing a handful of black objects and chasing everyone he saw.

There was a lot of blood on the ground, a long one. Diagonally opposite Chen Feng, there was a door ajar, and a chubby middle-aged woman sat on the ground and wailed, she was the owner of the blood. Two men, one old and one young, stood in front of the woman, struggling to drive away the men who were clashing with their brooms that swept the yard, shouting loudly, hoping that the roar would wake him up.

Chen Feng recognized it, and Haizi was wielding a machete in his hand that his father used to kill pigs and chop bones during his lifetime. No wonder no one dared to come forward, this knife is long and heavy, and no matter how thick the bone is, it can be cut in two. And I don't know if it's because it's contaminated with too much blood, this knife is stained with black and red oil from beginning to end, but the blade is extremely bright, and there is an evil aura exuding from Zhou's body.

"Haizi!"

The silly boy couldn't help but shout, and Haizi miraculously stopped. He turned around, but the machete he was holding in his hand did not let go. The people around him retreated in surprise, but they didn't dare to go too far. People are afraid of the knife in Haizi's hand from the bottom of their hearts, and they are also afraid of this child who has grown up. But this is not just fear, Chen Feng can feel it, and there is a trace of disgust hidden in people's eyes.

He looked at Chen Feng's eyes so clean, like a child seeing a toy that he had never seen before. Chen Feng stood in place at a loss, unusually nervous. He didn't know what he looked like in Haizi's eyes, and he was equally afraid of this childhood best friend. There is a faint expectation in my heart, hoping that the person in front of me can still remember who he is and wake up completely.

But he was wrong, the short calm only gave him false hope, and in the blink of an eye, Haizi returned to his madness. Chen Feng didn't have time to dodge, and the greasy machete slashed down at him, with Haizi's mother's blood on it.

……

A figure suddenly thrust out diagonally, slammed one shoulder into Haizi's arms, and pushed away the big knife in his hand.

"Silly boy, run!"

Before Chen Feng could understand what was happening in front of him, his uncle had already fallen to the ground, holding his right arm and struggling to stand up, a bloody light seeping out from between his fingers.

Haizi also stood up, and once again brandished his big knife and slashed at Chen Feng. Chen Feng didn't run, he took a step forward with his left foot, stretched out his left hand to block Hai Zi's wrist, probed his right foot and tripped his left foot off the ground, and opened his right hand from his chest. Haizi lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground, but the steel knife in his hand was caught in Chen Feng's hand. It was only then that the men in the street found an opportunity, and in the blink of an eye they tied him firmly with the hemp rope that his uncle had brought.

Aunt Haizi's injuries didn't seem to be serious, but the wounds on her body were still bleeding outward. Chen Feng didn't want to listen to her wail, nor did he want to hear her cry out about her husband who died of cancer, let alone listen to her describe what should have been a good life. He suddenly wanted to see his uncle, but he couldn't get through the crowd that surrounded him. Through the gap in the crowd, he saw his uncle on a red motorcycle, driven by what appeared to be his son.

People rushed to ask whose boy this was, why they hadn't seen it, and marveled at his bravery and skill. Countless strange hands patted and patted on his shoulders and body, and in the blink of an eye, countless handprints were felt on his sweaty body.

didn't stay too long, and didn't want to greet anyone, Chen Feng almost smirked and squeezed out of the crowd, lied that he wanted to go home for dinner and left in a hurry.

"Who's this boy? That's true! In the midst of the confusion, he heard a woman's voice.

"Isn't this the Iron Bull of the Bora Family!" A man replied

"Which Bora?" Another man asked.

"The Chen family's treasure, go to Qingdao one."

"I know his boy, it's not this, it's older than him." Another woman's voice rang out.

"This is the second boy of his family, his nickname is Tie Niu, and the big one doesn't know."

"Is it the fat boy that Erbao Lao was holding?"

"That's him."

"It's all so big!"

……

In the next two days, Grandpa's courtyard suddenly became lively. I don't know where to come out of nowhere, grandparents, uncles, three aunts and six mothers-in-law, plus a bunch of sisters-in-law, sisters-in-law, buddies and brothers who can't be named, took turns running over to Shenkan. What Zhang's family, Li Jiaxiao, and Wang's cow gnawed the Gao family's corn, something that he had never heard of in the past 20 years was like a pot of instant noodles that had almost been boiled in soup, and it was stuffed into his ears, and there were a few boiled eggs hidden in the middle.

(After hesitating for a long time, I deleted and put this paragraph in and put it in and out of it, and finally posted it.) Some people, some things, it just happens, whether I want to face it or not, it's there. In memory of that childhood friend that only I couldn't meet, please forgive me for being selfish. ）