Wine word lane, Cheng family.

Cheng Jiangshui, who didn't know it, was busy massaging his mother, day after day, without regrets. Just as he was taking a breath, he heard the sound of Qu Dashi coming from outside the door.

"Jiang Shui, is Jiang Shui there?"

Cheng Jiangshui put down the work in his hand and hurriedly stepped forward to open the door, only to see Qu Dashi standing outside the door carrying a white noodle bag, with white ash everywhere on his shoulders. Over the years, Qu Dashi has also become much older, with short, stiff gray hair. Perhaps it was after years of working in the fields, the once strong body became a little rickety, and even the skin on the face became scorched and wrinkled.

"Ah, it's my uncle, why are you here, come into the house quickly." Cheng Jiangshui hurriedly got out of the way.

Qu Dashi put down the bag with a snort, and gasped slightly: "I'll send you some noodles, freshly ground." Wait, there's still one out there. ”

After that, Qu Dashi stopped Cheng Jiangshui's help, turned his head and went downstairs again, moving a large number of agricultural and sideline products back and forth.

Since Li Xiulan fell ill, her mother's family has been sending food and drink as always, never stopping.

Whether it is busy farming or farming, Qu Dashi doesn't need Li Xiumei's urging, and he carries some of the good things he has accumulated to the city in large bags.

In the end, the years are unforgiving, they are already over half a hundred years old, and Qu Dashi is no longer the energetic young man who is in the prime of life and carries the mountain. After a few trips, my back hurts, and I sat down on a stool panting.

He pounded his sore knees and sighed heavily: "Oh, it's really an old arm and an old leg, and I can't hold it if I carry it twice." ”

Cheng Jiangshui said softly with a little gratitude and apology: "Uncle, don't send it in the future, it's convenient for us to buy food now, I don't need you to send it one by one, I see that you are tired." ”

Qu Dashi waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's okay, how can the grain in the city catch up with the grinding of his own family, these are all fine powders, the first stubble." Besides, your aunt is in a hurry, and you have to talk for days if you don't come once. By the way, what's wrong with your mother? ”

Cheng Jiangshui lowered his head and said gloomily: "It's still not improving!" ”

"Hey!" Qu Dashi sighed in frustration, a sour feeling welled up in his heart, and he said sadly: "I'll go see her!" ”

Qu Dashi dragged his slightly rickety body to the back room and watched Li Xiulan lying on the bed unchanged. A few years had passed, and the rosy cheeks had sunk deeply, and the cheekbones were bulging with a kind of paleness that could not be seen directly.

The pretty figure standing on the Gobi Desert in the wasteland in memory, waving a whip to drive sheep, and her slender body contains a strong stubbornness, Li Xiulan, who will never fall even if it is stormy, has now become so dying and weak.

Qu Dashi's heart was sad for a while, and tears involuntarily began to roll in his eyes. Seeing this, Cheng Jiangshui gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and quietly exited the house.

Qu Dashi sat on the edge of the bed with a trembling smile, his eyes revealing endless desolation. has reached this age, and he is honest and simple, and he still has deep feelings for Li Xiulan in his heart.

But now, everything is like a world away, how did the person who could twist his ears and kick out three miles of land, why did he become like this?

If you want to marry your sister, marry farther away,

Don't care what your brother thinks about you.

The sun turns and the moon shines brightly,

Follow straight to the edge of the sky......

The sad Xintianyou stumbled out from Qu Dashi's dry lips. Time went back, on the grassless slope in the countryside back then, he sang this sad love song, watched Li Xiulan get married, and watched her go to Longyou......

Looking back, it is no longer a matter of people, although the original intention is the same, people are not teenagers.

Qu Dashi's tears dripped on the edge of the bed, and he pursed his lips, immersed in affectionate memories, as if he was still the same little tail that followed Li Xiulan's ass when he was a child, like a little tail that couldn't be shaken off.

"Sister Xiulan, when will you be counted as a head for this crime? You see, even I am old in the blink of an eye, and my waist hurts and my legs hurt when I do some rough work. Come back this time, Xiumei also asked me to bring you a message, Guoqiang's two boys have already been born, your little brother is really capable now, and now he has gone to the village committee to be the director. Everyone is looking forward to it, when you wake up, we will take you to the ancestral house in the township to live for a few days, and then eat the noodles you made, even if you get a grain batter batter, it is fragrant. You just hurry up, don't make everyone wait......"

Qu Dashi chattered inside, his voice getting deeper and lower, and in the end, he was already choked and speechless.

Cheng Jiangshui leaned against the wall outside and listened silently, biting his lip tightly, tears constantly sliding down. Qu Dashi's relationship with his mother, several children of the Cheng family know more or less, and this is still heard from Cheng Jia'an's jokes.

Therefore, in the minds of the children of the whole family, this uncle is much closer than the uncle.

Cheng Jiangshui silently wiped away his tears and came to the side to pick up the food brought by Qu Dashi. After a while, Qu Dashi, whose eyes were red and swollen, came out of the back room, and in Cheng Jiangshui's surprised eyes, he groped for the bag he brought, took out some tools such as hammers and drivers, and looked around.

Cheng Jiangshui took a step forward and asked suspiciously, "Uncle, what are you doing with all this?" ”

Qu Dashi pursed his lips, touched the table and cabinet beside him, his face showed a little memory, and said sadly: "These pieces of furniture were still made by me when your parents first came from Longyou, and it has been ten years." The last time I came, I saw that a lot of places were loose, so I'll pick them up again. ”

Cheng Jiangshui frowned lightly and dissuaded: "Uncle, you come all the way, just rest, these don't matter." ”

Qu Dashi shook his head lightly, and said gloomily: "I'd better do something!" Your mother is lying like this, and we can't do anything, so we have this strength left. Besides, your father's spirit has not been good in the past two years, and someone has to do these jobs. If your mother wakes up one day and sees that things are old and broken and no one cares about them, she will curse. You don't know how bad your mother scolded people, I was afraid of her back then! ”

The stinging heart, clumsy expression, and sincere emotions prompted Qu Dashi to work hard in a muffled voice, and help Cheng Jia'an, who was lacking in energy, to the best of his ability.

Watching Qu Dashi silently mending and beating, Cheng Jiangshui choked up and agreed: "That...... Then I'll make you some food! ”

Qu Dashi turned his head and refused: "No need, the township is far away, I have to rush back after doing this, the mule is still tied downstairs." ”

Cheng Jiangshui nodded lightly: "Alas, I know." ”

On the side, Qu Dashi was tinkling, busy repairing the tables, chairs and benches at home, with a strong sadness between his hands and feet. Cheng Jiangshui walked into the back room, rubbed the back of his mother's cold hand, and said sadly: "Mom, look, aunts, uncles, and uncles are all thinking about you, and they are all looking forward to you getting well soon, let's work hard together, okay?" Just try harder......"

After saying this, Cheng Jiangshui was already tears on his cheeks, and he was so choked that he couldn't speak......

As long as it is a work of strength, Qu Dashi has taken care of all aspects, and the simple heart can only do this part. After doing all this, he went downstairs and set up the mule cart, and turned his head to Cheng Jiangshui with a sad face.

"Jiang Shui, I'll go back first, tell your dad there, if you need anything, just talk to the township, don't be embarrassed. If your father is embarrassed, you will secretly send a letter to your uncle, why can't you let your mother be wronged. ”

Cheng Jiangshui nodded gloomily: "Alas, I know." ”

Looking at his niece's haggard cheeks, Qu Dashi was also distressed for a while, and he was entangled in his heart for a while, and said with a hint of encouragement: "Jiang Shui, you just work harder, your mother has actually never enjoyed any blessings in her life, and she worries about you children all day long. ”

"Uncle, don't worry, I'll take good care of my mother!"

Qu Dashi lowered his head, looking extremely gloomy, nodded and said, "Well, with you, let's rest assured, go back, I'll go back first......"

Seeing Qu Dashi's disabled leg limping, Cheng Jiangshui hurriedly stepped forward to help, he slowly climbed onto the front end of the mule cart, didn't say anything, and slowly faded out of Cheng Jiangshui's sight with the mule cart.

Cheng Jiangshui looked at the alley for a long time, her heart was full of bitterness and sorrow, she really didn't know if she could see the day when her mother woke up.

As Qu Dashi said, the mother has put all her heart on several children in her life. What is a blessing, she has not tasted much of it at all. Cheng Jiangshui secretly made up his mind that he would never let his mother leave with regret like this.

Filial piety is not a gimmick for self-promotion, but to be grateful and persistent with heart.

The so-called crow has the filial piety of feeding, and the sheep knows the grace of kneeling milk, not simply to say, but to do it in a down-to-earth manner. Only by doing it with perseverance can we refute the fallacy of having no filial son in front of the bed of a long-term illness.