Some memories should always be recalled, and the long-hidden past will also be looked back on as a story with tears in laughter. ’

Time is running out, and I want to go back to the old house again and piece back together my scattered memories.

Dragging my heavy body towards the old house that had enveloped me throughout my teenage years, I stopped and looked at it for a long time before I reached for the rusty lock, and the moment I pushed the door in, a familiar damp and musty smell hit my face.

Walking inside, the table and cabinet were already covered with dust, and these memories were sealed under this dust.

I cleaned up the dust everywhere, and the pictures of my memories appeared in front of me one after another.

After a busy day, the sun was almost setting, and the room was a little dark, so I turned on the lights in all the rooms, and the light of the tungsten bulb blended with the last rays of the setting sun.

I dragged my heavy legs and somewhat sore arms, sat on the threshold, my hands on one side of the door frame, and the cool breeze outside the house blew from behind, relieving my fatigue and dullness. I looked at the smoky walls of the room, neatly old furniture, and I slowly stood up, turned and closed the door.

Next to the old house is a road, not far from the left side is the welfare house, and on the other side is also a row of old houses with few vehicles on the road, so it is relatively quiet. When the door was closed, nothing else could be heard, and the afterglow of the slanting sun was fading, and the yellowing light was gradually dominating. Old memories are slowly awakening.

'Tick~'

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'Tick~'

The intermittent sound gradually became clear, it was the sound of water. I walked in the direction of the kitchen, and the water was dripping unhurriedly into the tank, and I twisted the rusty faucet, probably unscrewed. By this time, it was getting dark, and the dim light filled the kitchen. In a trance, I seemed to see a gray-haired old woman squatting at the mouth of the stove and lighting a fire with a cedar branch, and a small and chubby child approaching.

"Grandma, grandma, I'm hungry, when will the meal be good?"

"My grandson is hungry, and it will be fine in a while, you go and tell your grandfather to come in with some firewood."

"Is there meat to eat?"

"Yes." The old man said with a smile. "You're short of oil and water again."

The little boy jumped and jumped out.

I rubbed my eyes hard, and it became clearer, and the afterimages faded away.

The kitchen is the place where grandma's life is most imprinted, in my memory grandpa basically never entered the kitchen, the old-style machismo made grandpa rarely enter the kitchen even when grandma was sick, they often quarreled, but it was like this jingle for a lifetime, but this may be their life.

I once heard my grandmother say that this was originally a mud house with the same layout, and they wanted to carry their memories with them, so when they converted it into a concrete house, the layout did not change at all.

On the left hand side of the stove is the water tank, the water is pumped from the well at the back of the house, the left side of the water tank is the board, there is a non-wiped face on the board, but it is still neat, on the left side of the board are two cupboards, the cabinet is a little black, the bowl is the kind of oversized bowl with blue horizontal stripes and the kind of blue-green deep-mouth bowl, the porcelain around the bowl is relatively thick, and it is relatively stocky in the hand.

Out of the kitchen, it is a hall house, the hall is not small, and there is a word panel on the lobby wall that says "Glory and Wealth". Leaning against the wall is a long table, on which is an old-fashioned big-headed color TV, which is still used to receive programs in a "village-to-village" TV satellite pot. Leaning on the left and right hands are bedrooms, the front side of the bedroom on the left hand is the master bedroom, this side has enough light, so that grandparents can get up early in the morning with the light of day, the master bedroom is resting with a variety of large boxes, are they saved up and reluctant to wear new clothes, the bed is covered with a big mosquito net, the old-fashioned big mosquito net is of particularly good quality, of course, there are several patches on the top, one side of the bed is against the wall, the other side is an integrated high and low wardrobe, which has been put in the grandparents who have lost a few water or lost the skin to make up several patches of clothing, So that they can easily wear and access, there is a landline phone on the bottom cabinet, which is convenient for parents to contact back from out of town. The bedrooms are stuffed with all kinds of tools and miscellaneous items, and the whole house is full.

When I was very young, I heard that the two side bedrooms had passed away from the elderly, and the windows of the other two rooms were on the shade side, almost no sunlight shone, and every time I went in to get something, I didn't even dare to go in, so I slept with my grandparents in the master bedroom every time, the bed in the master bedroom was very spacious, enough to sleep three or four adults, my grandmother slept on the side of the cabinet and could control the lights at the same time, I slept with my grandfather on the other side, I slept on the side against the wall, and I always asked my grandfather to tell me some weird and weird storiesLeaning against the corner of the wall makes me feel the most secure.

For a while, it was like losing a stone in my mind, and suddenly the ripples of memories came flooding back, and everything around the old house gradually appeared in front of me......

There are also a lot of vegetable fields next to the house, and the grandparents in the town earlier in the town were living by growing grain, and I heard that later because of the "return of farmland to forest", there was only a moderate piece of land left for planting some vegetables, and in fact, some pension in their hands was not worried about food and clothing, but they have been deeply cultivated for decades, how can they be idle, and even the vegetables they grow can sometimes be sent to my parents, except for the fact that they can sometimes go to the vegetable market in the town to sell some pocket money, buy some tobacco and alcohol condiments and the like.

There was a peach tree behind the house, I vaguely remembered that it was planted by me, probably because of the peach tree, and I rarely ate it later.

I remember that early summer afternoon, my grandmother got a small sapling from somewhere, and in the evening she called me to a clearing behind the house, and after she dug it up and told me to put the sapling in it, and after covering the soil and watering it, my grandmother told me that in a few years I would be able to eat the peaches I had grown with my own hands.

I'm confused. "It's so small, can't I wait for it to turn out?"

Grandma touched my head. "You're going to eat it, and it's going to be sweet when the time comes."

I puffed up my little chest with pride.

Children believe in a thing without a reason, I believe what my grandmother said, of course, later under my witness it did grow to blossom and bear fruit, I first shared it with my grandparents, it was sweet, it was one of the most memorable things I have ever tasted, not that this peach is delicious and sweet, but let me understand what it means to be self-reliant.

Outside the road in front of the door was a river, I remember it was a forbidden place when I was a child, and there was a deep pool down the river, and every summer people died because of swimming in the river.

As a child growing up in the countryside, the front and back of the old house are the places where I used to go wild. In the youth of the children, I never found the same happiness as I did back then, most of them wore glasses and held mobile phones to find virtual happiness in their respective worlds, and they were noisy in Internet cafes.

Su Huan and I have been to the old house many times, and at that time, only my parents lived here......

In retrospect, I inadvertently went to the master bedroom, lay on the bed sleepily, closed my eyes, but never able to sleep.