Walking out of the courtyard wall, I turned back and stood at the iron door, chewing corn on the cob while admiring my new house.

When my sister-in-law got married, my second brother went to serve as a soldier, and after he returned from the army, the already crowded cabin was even more inadequate. Later, the eldest brother and the second brother discussed it, and built a green tile house next to the wooden house, the tiled house is not large, boxy, a three-foot-six wide passage connects the front door and the back door, the left hand side of the back door is the bedroom of the eldest brother and sister-in-law, and the right one is for their future children; On the left side of the front door is the hall house, and on the right side is the hall house, divided into two equal parts, the half by the door is the room, and the other half is a square patio, in the center of the patio is a large water tank, and in the water tank is a half tank of green duckweed. Most of the water tanks in Tao Town are brown and yellow coarse clay pottery, but the eldest brother burns crystal clear white porcelain, and there are lifelike lotus flowers and my favorite long-tailed master fish, the eldest brother originally wanted to raise a few fish for me, but I said that I was not willing to raise anything, and I was not allowed to raise others. When I was six years old, I raised three of the world's most beautiful male fish, the tail of which was like a fan, and I spent countless efforts to decorate the fish tank, and every day I went to the well to pull the most tender silk grass to feed them, but in the end I couldn't keep them. If it is death anyway, why bother? From now on, I will never have any pets that die earlier than me. My sister-in-law felt that the water tank was empty and empty, so every time she encountered cheap and fresh fish, she would buy a few and put them in it to eat slowly.

After the Qingwa house was built, my second brother and my third brother and I still lived in the wooden house, to be precise, we should have slept in the wooden house, because eating, watching TV, playing chess and poker were all done in the Qingwa house. In the blue-tiled house, my favorite is the patio. It's like a natural theater where different melodramas are staged every moment of the day. When the sky is clear, the sun moves silently from one side to the other; The sound of rain ticks in the breeze and drizzle; When it rains heavily, there is a lot of thunder and lightning, like a symphony. The most interesting time was when the raindrops were beating on the duckweed, and the two big carps bought by my sister-in-law staged a carp diving tank, and the carp out of the water jumped and jumped in the patio, funny and funny; When it snows in winter, the family sits in the hall and roasts the red fire, and the patio is full of snow, which is another scene.

Counting my last semester at school, plus more than six years in Shen'an City, I haven't been back to Taozhen for seven years. I have always had a bad memory, and I have almost forgotten all about this place, I can't believe that the small western-style building in front of me is our home. It was so dark last night that I could only see its outline, and looking at it now, I still feel like a dream.

"Second brother, is this house really ours?"

"Others say that our house looks like a spirit house!" The second brother put his hands in the pockets of his slacks, and also looked up at the two-story building, unfolding Liu Erhu's standard ruffian-style evil smile.

I didn't care, and raised my chin nonchalantly, "That's also a beautiful spirit house!" ”

Out of the yard, walk down the seven stone steps, ten meters away, the north is a garage, there is a white east wind in the garage, next to the garage a big camphor tree that can be hugged by two people, the bare branches stabbed into the sky with teeth and claws, as if to poke the sky out of the holes one by one. There was a bush beside me that had fallen its leaves, and I looked at it as a clump of firewood, and I habitually pinched a dry branch, and with a slight break, it broke with a click, and it was dry and brittle, and if I threw it into the stove, it would surely burn to the end. Out of nowhere, a gray sparrow flew through the slanted thorns in front of my eyes, and landed on the pear tree on the right, chirping and not knowing what to say.

That year, after the cabin was built, the eldest brother planted two pear trees in the backyard. At the end of spring, when the flowers withered, the pear blossoms bloomed in clusters, and for a long time I thought that they were not flowers, but that the master of the quilt flicked a puff of snow-white cotton onto the tree. In autumn, the skin of the pear is still green, and the second brother with long legs and long feet climbs the tree from time to time, picks off a yellow butt of the yang, cuts it and tastes it with the whole family, it is very astringent at the beginning, and when it is sweet and delicious, the pear on the tree has been tasted by us more than half. The ripe fruit falls to the ground when the wind blows, and some of them are pecked by birds, and what I often do is to carry a bamboo basket to pick pears under the tree, drop one and pick one by one. Years later, the family was sitting in a blue-tiled house watching TV, and there was a devout believer on TV who said that she never ate living things, but only fruits that fell from trees, and I retorted without thinking: "Who said that if you fall from a tree, you don't have life?" Besides, is there any difference between what is blown down by the wind and pecked by a bird and plucked by hand or knocked down with a penny? ”

The third brother replied seriously: "Yes!" The most essential difference is between natural factors and human factors. ”

I flattened my mouth: "Tell me to say, this girl is just like you, the third brother - picky!" But whatever falls to the ground, as long as it is not so rotten that it cannot be eaten, is 100 percent sweeter than that plucked from the tree. ”

"Okay, why did it come to me again?" The third brother said helplessly.

"Am I wrong?" I looked at the third brother with a smile, "Why don't you boil an egg tonight, I eat egg whites, and you eat egg yolks?" ”

I remember one time, the eldest brother was lucky enough to sell all the dishes at the market, but let a group of ruffians rob the money without a penny, and our four siblings drank rice soup for three days in a row. Later, the second brother took out a nest of eggs from a poor bird, and I was so hungry that I wanted to swallow the eggshells together, but when I got to the third brother, I still only ate egg whites.

"Don't keep talking about egg yolks!" The third brother's voice unconsciously lowered a few decibels, and the egg yolk was indeed a matter for him.

"Then let's not talk about egg yolk, chicken offal, or pig red, or ......" I have to inch in, the more I talk, the more proud I become, if I want to list the things that the third brother doesn't eat, I can make a basket.

The third brother immediately raised his hand and surrendered: "Yes, yes, yes!" You win! Watch TV! ”

Every time I quarrel with the third brother, the eldest brother and the second brother always only laugh and watch the play on the sidelines, and never participate, anyway, the ending must be the third brother admitting defeat.

After more than ten years, the two pear trees were as thick as buckets, I patted the trunk and said to the second brother: "It is said that the older the fruit tree, the sweeter the fruit, our pear, is it as sweet as honey?" ”

"Don't you know if it's as sweet as honey?" The second brother asked me rhetorically.

"How do I know? I haven't eaten it in years! I muttered.

"You didn't eat?" The second brother stared at me.

"When am I...... Wait? ...... "I suddenly remembered that he brought pears when he went to Shen'an during the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, and I thought he bought them!"

"Is it delicious?" The second brother picked the corners of his mouth.

"Haha! It turned out to be our pear! I said, how can it be so different! Not to mention the fragrance, it is as sweet as honey. ”

The second brother glanced at me, shook his head, and strode forward.