Sweet 80s

The summer evening finally brought a hint of coolness.

Grandpa Lin Sifang led his son Lin Xiangdong and his grandchildren to the mountains not far from home to pick wild fruits.

The sweet and astringent jujubes, the sweet and juicy mulberries, the sour wild hawthorns, and the mountains and fields, everywhere you look, there are red persimmons hanging on the branches.

At first glance, it is the fruit given to mankind by God.

They walked and stopped, experiencing the comfortable feeling of having the land under their feet and the blue sky above their heads.

Dabao and Erbao are still immersed in the memory of the last time they were 'tricked' by their father using sour wild fruits.

They only dared to eat the fruit handed to them by their grandfather.

Erbao held several wild hawthorns in his chubby little hands.

Yan Shengnan couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Erbao, you like to eat hawthorns, why do you take so many? Don't you think it's sour?"

Erbao seemed to have acquired new knowledge and was eager to show it to everyone, he was so nervous that he stuttered a little.

"No...I...I don't like it, it's sour...but it can...it can cure my stomachache..."

Yan Shengnan blinked his eyes. It was the first time he heard that hawthorn, which is known to stimulate appetite, could have such an effect.

"Ah, can hawthorn cure stomachache? I didn't know that."

"No."

Lin Xiangdong, who was following behind, explained.

"He ate too much last time and had indigestion, so your aunt made him eat hawthorn and boiled hawthorn water."

"Ah~ So that's how it is."

Dabao knew about this, but he still didn't understand why fruit could cure diseases. He took this opportunity to ask the questions he had been asking for days.

"Grandpa, fruit is not medicine, so why can it cure diseases?"

Grandpa Lin Sifang laughed a few times.

Tired of walking, he sat on a broken branch lying on the ground and took out the pipe from his waist.

"The food we eat from nature has various effects and functions. For example, hawthorn, whether sour or sweet, has the ability to strengthen the stomach and digestion, and to promote qi and dissipate blood stasis..."

dong dong dong.

Lin Sifang knocked on the crossbar with his pipe in hand.

Shake out the ash accumulated in the pipe, then take out a small handful from the tobacco bag tied to the belt and put it into the pipe to compact it.

"Sometimes, when people eat too much and cannot digest it, the food will accumulate in the stomach and intestines. Hawthorn can promote gastrointestinal function..."

Yan Shengnan nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

"After eating hawthorn, the food will be digested, right, grandpa?"

"Yes, that's what it means."

Dabao understood, but this also created new problems.

"Grandpa, since hawthorn can cure diseases, is it a fruit or a medicine?"

Lin Sifang struck a match and the fire lit up the very dry tobacco leaves in the pipe.

As he took a few deep puffs, a red spot of fire appeared on the tobacco leaf.

Immediately afterwards, wisps of white smoke slowly floated out of Lin Sifang's mouth and nose.

"Medicine and food have the same origin. Many foods are also medicines. There is no absolute dividing line between them..."

Lin Sifang pointed to the bamboo basket full of harvest and continued.

"Dates can replenish qi, nourish blood and soothe the mind, persimmons can moisten the lungs, relieve constipation and have a certain effect of sobering up. Even the white flour buns we often eat can replenish energy and boost spirits..."

"Wow~"

For children, they only know what is edible and what tastes good, and they have never had such a clear understanding of food.

Yan Shengnan was immediately shocked by his grandfather who was usually taciturn, and unconsciously felt a sense of reverence for him.

In her impression, her grandfather was tanned by the sun from years of farming. He was an ordinary, honest and hardworking farmer.

I have never been as good as the grandpa in the city who always sits on the sofa with his legs crossed.

In one hand he was sipping tea from an enamel teacup, while with the other he was flipping through a newspaper that was fading but smelled of ink.

But she couldn't understand her grandfather's long speeches, comments and criticisms.

But what grandpa said today was so down-to-earth, and every word was about life.

In fact, Yan Shengnan didn’t know.

Lin Sifang is indeed illiterate. When it comes to international affairs, he is not as good as Yan's father, but he is good at talking about trivial matters in the land.

After traveling thousands of miles, I dream of returning to the fields.

For a farmer, he is familiar with everything that grows in the soil.

Everyone has his own job, everyone is in his own position, everyone fulfills his own responsibility, and everyone gets what he deserves.

There is also a small stream on the mountain.

It is the rainy season and the streams that usually dry up are refilled with clear, cool water.

The number of fish and shrimp in the water also increased dramatically.

Lin Sifang sat leisurely under a big tree beside the stream.

Lin Xiangdong returned to his childhood, taking the children to roll up their trouser legs, take off their shoes, catch fish and touch crabs in the stream.

Occasionally, I couldn't stop laughing when I caught a fat and fresh fish.

With the sunset, a relaxing and happy day came to an end.

At dinner time, they tasted their respective 'trophies'.

Dabao and Erbao would even argue about who caught the crabs of different sizes.

Grandpa and grandma were laughing happily beside them.

As the night deepened, the chirping of insects in the bushes gradually replaced the singing of birds on the branches.

In the bedroom.

Lin Xiangdong squatted on the ground and lit a plate of mosquito coils, and spoke worriedly about his mother Li Xiuzhi's reaction during the day.

"Our mother definitely doesn't believe that Nan Nan's injury was an accident. She won't really call Fourth Sister to ask, right?"

"will not."

Wang Shuping put the mosquito nets on her sons' beds and pressed the four sides down with quilts.

"It's pointless to try to figure out some things, it will only make you feel bad. Mom will understand us."

Then she returned to the bed, picked up the palm-leaf fan and fanned Lin Xiangdong to drive away the mosquitoes.

"By the way, I just washed Nan Nan's hair and took off the bandage to take a look. Children's wounds heal very quickly. I'll watch it and I'll be able to remove the stitches when I get back."

"That's good. A lot of things have happened in the past few days. My dear wife, thank you for your hard work. It's great to have you..."

After saying that, Lin Xiangdong took the palm-leaf fan from Wang Shuping's hand and turned sideways to hold it in his arms.

The broad arms and strong chest made her feel warm all over.

Not dry, but gentle.

The physical and mental fatigue of the past few days disappeared in this instant.

Life is ordinary, but not boring.

Life is simple and quiet, neither strong nor weak, neither deep nor shallow, and it is enough.

Another person who held opposing views was Zhou Zheng at that time.

The delicious food is served and the wine is drunk three times.

The atmosphere in the private room was about to come to an end amid the free-spirited chat.

"Boss, check out!"

Zhou Zheng, drunk and with a flushed face and unsteady feet, leaned against the door frame and shouted to the shop owner downstairs.

Yang Hongxia didn't drink much, and by the time the store owner came up, she had already prepared the money in advance.

Zhou Zheng was very drunk and did not try to grab the order, so Yang Hongxia settled the bill.

The two walked out of the dumpling restaurant, and Zhou Zheng staggered against the street light and said with a smile.

"Look, didn't I agree to treat you? How come you got there first?"

Yang Hongxia smiled and said nothing more, only uttered a common line.

"Next time, next time you treat me."

"Then it's agreed."

"Ah."

Immediately afterwards, Yang Hongxia stopped a taxi.

"Brother Zhou, let me take you home. Your home is in the factory staff quarters..."

"No return!"

Before Yang Hongxia could finish her words, Zhou Zheng angrily stopped the other party's kindness.

"I can go anywhere, but I won't go home. I won't go back to that broken home anymore... I won't go back..."

After saying that, Zhou Zheng lay down on the back seat and fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Hongxia looked at the unconscious other person with a strange smile on her face.

Then he turned to the driver and said, "Master, let's go to Yonghe Hotel."