Crisp and loud slap sound.

There was a clash of things falling to the ground.

The young man was hoarse, sharp, and full of malice.

There is also a shrill old and helpless persuasion.

In the end, the light bulb under the eaves of the courtyard of the Shen family next door lit up with a dim light.

This light crossed the wall that was not too tall and fell into the courtyard of the Dong family.

In an instant, it was as if some kind of switch had been touched, and all the voices were silenced, except for the voice of the young man who sneered and defiant.

Faintly, it was the sound of a slap falling on the cheek again.

Until, the whole alley fell silent again.

Yu Feiwan felt the cool night breeze on his face, thinking about what he had just heard.

Dong Chen is not simply rebellious.

No matter how rebellious a child is, he will not speak openly and ridicule and angrily reprimand the disgusting parents who gave him life.

Yu Feiwan's fingers were bent, and he unconsciously knocked on the windowsill again and again, and this sound was extraordinarily rhythmic in the night.

After a while, the old lady's room heard the sound of creaking open doors, and the sound of staggering footsteps, "Can't sleep?" ”

Yu Feiwan was stunned for a moment, first buttoned his coat honestly, and smiled weakly, "If you can't sleep well, you will be awakened." ”

"Where's Grandma?"

The old lady was on crutches, with one hand behind her back, standing under Yu Feiwan's window, the moonlight was as cold as water, and the shadow of the person added to the desolation, "I'm old, I feel less." ”

Yu Feiwan did not expose the old lady's white lies.

She knew that the old lady was worried about Yu Shuishan, who was hospitalized.

The love of parents is full of love and suffering.

Yu Feiwan walked out of the house, supported the old lady, and quietly accompanied the old lady.

When the mind is in turmoil, it is easier to be cranky when you are alone.

The old lady stretched out her finger and tapped Yu Feiwan's forehead, "Grandma knows, she can't hide it from you." ”

Yu Feiwan chuckled twice, feeling the breath of spring in the night breeze.

Not only is there the breath of spring, but the rich Buddha fragrance on the old lady's body is also stirred into the night breeze.

It's the breath of longing.

The big yellow dog who was chained to the wall hummed and barked, and wagged his tail wagging without knowing the sorrow of the world.

Erhuang Xiaohuang, two shallow kittens who have been open for a day keep circling around Yu Feiwan and the old lady, rubbing their ankles from time to time.

Spinning around, he curled up in a ball and snored.

Yu Feiwan accompanied the old lady to take a walk in front of and behind the house, the ground behind the house that was turned over by the hoe was soft, quietly waiting for the seeding, and the apricot tree, under the blowing of the night wind, rattled.

The old lady bent down slowly, holding a handful of soil in her palm, her expression gradually soothed and calmed, and her worried and restless heart seemed to return to its usual rhythm little by little.

"It's not too late." The old lady sat down on the stones in the garden casually, smiled and said, "When I was young, I never thought that I would deal with loess in this life. ”

"The garden at home is planted with flowers and plants."

"Later, if you want to have food to eat and live, you have to face the loess and plant with your back to the sky.

"You may not have seen the bustle of spring planting and autumn harvest in the village."

"Before the Qingming Festival, on the early plough sowing, after the seeds break through the soil, and from time to time to worry about the grass containing grain thin, several times weeding, fertilization, if the situation is good, around the Mid-Autumn Festival, the wind blows, the leaves on the corn stalk brush sound, very strong, at that time the labor of every household has to take advantage of the good weather autumn harvest, after the autumn harvest, but also have to work hard to pick up corn, pile after pile separately, in case it rots."

"It's not just corn, it's wheat."

"These things are the livelihood of the people in the village for the next year."

"I'm not afraid of your jokes, at the beginning, grandma couldn't even do such a simple thing as swinging a hoe and hoeing the ground, and she still has a scar on her leg."

"In that era when there was not enough food and clothing, the land and the harvest were the confidence."

"If you don't plant good land, you won't have confidence."

"Because of the ancestors, I worked hard to get the land, and if I have the land, I have to think about planting it well and living."

"Gradually, it seems that it is inherently inseparable from the land, and as long as there is land, you can feel at ease."

"Farming and growing vegetables, raising chickens and feeding pigs, these days are coming day by day."

"The land has given me and your parents the confidence to settle down, and it has also bound our two generations."

"The ideological shackles will never be able to get rid of the attachment to the land for a lifetime."

The old lady's voice was gentle and soft, echoing the gentle night breeze.

"It's not too late, what do you think we should plant in this garden?"

"It's so big, it should be able to grow a lot of seeds."

"Grandma can also find some plastic woven bags to cut them in the middle, fill them with soil, and put them under the eaves, so that she can also grow vegetables."

"Maybe after your father is discharged from the hospital, our desolate little garden will become green."

There was a little more anticipation and eagerness in the old lady's voice.

"Grandma, you can grow eggplant, I like to eat it."

"You can also move some tomato seedlings, and when they bear fruit, they are red, delicious and festive."

"Also, also, Pingping likes to eat dumplings stuffed with celery and meat, she also likes to eat beans, Pingping doesn't like spicy food, so we can grow green peppers."

Yu Feiwan pointed to the garden in front of him with great interest and spoke with great interest.

The old lady's eyes flashed with surprise, and she lost her voice and said, "Pingping likes to eat beans?" ”

Yu Feiwan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Don't you like it?" ”

In her memory, she and her mother's dining table in summer and autumn are inseparable.

The old lady touched Yu Feiwan's head, "I don't know who bluffed you, Pingping's kid doesn't like to eat beans in beans the most." ”

"Beans are easy to raise and easy to raise, and in our village, every household will grow their own beans."

"When there is nothing to eat, it is carob noodles, carob porridge, stewed beans, and fried beans."

"Maybe I'm tired of eating."

Yu Feiwan blinked stupidly, with a sense of absurdity that subverted cognition.

But this sense of absurdity only lasted for a moment, and she figured it out.

She and her mother have never appeared on the table of delicate and crunchy beans, basically the old taste is already very woody, the beans in the pods are very large and cottony, and the pods are no longer fresh and green, some are yellow, some are white.

She remembers her mother saying that the cotton is also delicious.

Perhaps, I never leave, never because I like it.

It's just because my mother at that time could only afford the stubble beans that couldn't be sold in the vegetable market.

Mom will try her best to make beans in different ways.

Sometimes a small piece of pork is cut and finely chopped.

The pork mixed with rice went into her stomach, and the beans were picked up and eaten by her mother with chopsticks.

She was still thinking about how anyone could like to eat firewood and old beans.

"Grandma, then we won't grow beans."