A collection of allusions from the same road

, sitting north and facing south, it is indeed sheltered from the wind and facing the sun, warm in winter and cool in summer, without extreme heat or cold and heat, which forms a huge contrast with several neighboring villages.It can be said that there are different days in three miles, Liu Xing secretly exclaimed in his heart.

The only shortcoming is that the surrounding area of ​​Wangyun Village is all the land of other villages. Most of the 320 mu of cultivated land in Wangyun Village is outside, and the village entrance only has less than [-] mu of land. The closest one is about three kilometers.Now the rice is entering the tiller growth period, so Zhang Yu and Liu Xing must go to the distant rice field of Epenchong to see the water.

There is a quick mood, and there are advantages to being slow. Zhang Yu still moved forward unhurriedly, but there was nothing he could do with him. At this time, Zhang Yu said in detail like counting treasures, who is right and who is wrong, often these are the prejudices left by the parents and lead to the quarrels of the younger generations.There are many things that cannot be explained clearly.Once the chatter was opened, naturally there was no time to go to the homes of passing people to smoke hookah and grind their teeth.Liu Xing just hates Zhang Yu chatting endlessly with people after seeing the stool, so he called Zhang Yu an old butt in private, which means that Zhang Yu likes chatting with people too much, especially because he is friendly. He is hospitable and hospitable, anyone who goes to his house will drink, so he also has a lot of acquaintances, many times when he goes out with Liu Xing, he will secretly invite Liu Xing to drink, and he will not leave within an hour or two.The nickname given by Liu Xing also acquiesced.And Liu Xing only dared to call him by his nickname secretly. After all, Zhang Yu was also a respected old man in the local area.Call him Zhang Bo in front of people.

Zhang’s house is a courtyard composed of three farmhouses, lined up vertically, with several wing rooms, and one side is surrounded by soil embryos to form a large courtyard. After entering the gatehouse, there is a vestibule. The first building is Zhang Yu’s ninety-year-old The place where the old mother lives with several young daughters and granddaughters, implying that the four generations live together.His eldest son A Hai also lives here.Zhang Yu and his wife live in the second building with their two young sons and several grandchildren, and Liu Xing lives in the third building, which is a new house.It was reserved for two members of the work team, but the other member was withdrawn shortly after he came to work as the secretary of a certain unit, so only Liu Xing lived here all the time.

It was past three o'clock when I got home, and there was no one there. Zhang Yu's old mother took a few great-great-grandchildren to chat with people at the head of the banyan tree in the center of the village. There were old people chatting and children playing and playing. The place.Aunt Zhang and the boss of the Zhang family also went to the ground.The other children have also gone to school.

Liu Xing put the farm tools back in the vestibule room, came out and saw that Zhang Yu had already filled a large basin of clean water, handed him a new towel and told Liu Xing to wash his face,

In this family, Zhang Yu is an extremely male chauvinist who never does housework. Except for the old mother, he never serves the family members such as serving food and washing feet, but since Liu Xing came, he For the first time, he fetched water for Liu Xing to bathe and wash his clothes. Maybe he regarded Liu Xing as a guest at home, because Zhang Yu was always warm and generous to any guest, not only urging his family to fetch water and wash his hands for the guests, but also often doing these things by himself. thing.Liu Xing, who is used to being loved by his parents at home, is also used to Zhang Yu doing these things for him. Invisibly, Liu Xing has a sense of closeness to this family, and Zhang Yu always said that he came from above. People, queens always like to say that he is like his own child.

Liu Xing was deeply disturbed by this, but Zhang Yu always said: "Come here, this is your home, and you are my child."

While Liu Xing was washing his face, Zhang Yu went into the kitchen and had already filled two bowls of hard rice porridge. When Liu Xing had just washed his face when he came out, Zhang Yu took off his shirt and trousers, revealing a light blue vertical shirt with a white background. Striped boxer briefs, put on slippers for his thin feet, rinse his mouth with both hands in the water where Liu Xing just washed his face, and then wash his face, Liu Xing stared blankly, he usually doesn’t eat old things It’s understandable that cats and dogs don’t eat it, even beef and mutton, and even slightly dirty things. This is considered a cleanliness in the countryside, but he even rinsed his mouth with Liu Xing’s face wash. Looking at him wiping his body so carefully and his face so clean and rosy, Liu Xing felt an inexplicable agitation in his heart, and he really wanted to kiss Zhang Yu's face.

"Uncle Zhang..." Liu Xing looked at Zhang Yu anxiously, he really wanted to say, Uncle Zhang, you are so handsome.But the words just couldn't come out of my mouth.

Zhang Yu put the towel in the corridor, ignored Liu Xing who was in a daze, and gently pushed Liu Xing's waist with his hand. "Come on, let's go eat."

This is a very simple meal, with a dish of small salted fish and a dish of green vegetables.Zhang Yu, who couldn't live without wine, poured half a cup and drank it slowly, while Liu Xing was like galloping with a whip. After finishing two bowls of porridge, he said that he was full, and then dropped Zhang Yu and picked up the door. Sew the late newspaper back to the room.

When Liu Xing returned to the room, seeing that the light in the room was dark, he took off his long clothes and trousers, went out to the door, and sat on the threshold to read the newspaper. Maybe the weather was hot, or maybe the content of the newspaper was the same every day, so Liu Xing didn’t want to go sightseeing. Stand up and stroll in the courtyard. Among the three courtyards of the Zhang family, this courtyard belongs to the backyard.He went to the grove by the backyard, and there was another thatched hut here. It turned out to be an earthquake-proof room built in the second half of last year. There were several rooms, but they were demolished later, and only this one remained. .

Liu Xing likes to listen to the chirping of birds in the trees, and often comes out to listen to the chirping of birds when he is free.There are mynahs, orioles, and several unnamed birds. Not long ago, he saw birds jumping into a hole in a maple tree with dry grass in their mouths. Curiosity prompted him to go up and see what happened, but He was afraid of disturbing the birds, and he was even more afraid that the birds would move because of this.

At this time, there was the sound of children playing and playing in the vestibule. It was Zhang Yu's old mother who came back with the group of great-grandchildren. Zhang Yu carried his one-year-old grandson from his mother's back, and urinated and defecated on the side. , the grandson cried and clamored and refused to be hugged by him, but he happily scolded the little enemy, the little ancestor, took out a candy and stuffed it into the grandson's hand, and finally coaxed the grandson to stop crying. With tears in his eyes, he patiently continued to carry the child to urinate and excrement. Afterwards, he wiped the child's butt and patted the child's little butt affectionately. After letting go, the grandson rushed to the elder brother and sister.

In this family, Zhang Yu is a filial son, a strict father, and a kind grandfather. He basically brings water to wash the feet of the old mother every night. The children regard him as a tyrant and treat him always In the same way, he is the boss of the Zhang family, and has four siblings, the youngest is less than 40 years old, all of them are taller and stronger than him, although Zhang Yu's younger brothers are shorter He's half a head, but every word he says is sure, and he often scolds his younger brothers and teaches them a lesson!A few years younger than him, the second child was severely beaten by him several times in his early years, but he was the most promising. He not only became the party secretary of the brigade but also a member of the commune party committee, and the little brother who was spoiled by his parents and him since childhood became an alcoholic. .The Zhang family has a large population, and everyone dares not speak out against him.One thing is that instead of reprimanding the grandchildren, Zhang Yu cared more for them. This was taken advantage of by the younger brothers and sons who made mistakes. Every time they were called to scold the grandchildren, they always hugged the grandchildren. When they go back, they just say, "Just know what you have done, and I won't say more." Afterwards, they often say to themselves: "Doesn't that child have any fucking time?"

Since I came back relatively quickly today, Zhang Yu invited a few grandsons to come over for dinner, and at the same time filled a bowl for the old mother. It was everywhere, Zhang Yu laughed and went up to feed him, but who would have thought that the child wouldn't let him, so he hit Zhu Bajie with a spoon, it was like beating Zhu Bajie to death with a stick, Zhang Yu's hands and eyes were hit by the spoon, and he grabbed him Spoon, cursed:

"Gusunzi, do you eat like this?"

Forcibly stuffing a spoonful of rice into the child's mouth, the child stretched out his little hand to grab the spoon with his mouth full, and cried if he didn't open his mouth. The grandson put a mouthful in his mouth, and Liu Xing watched the tug-of-war between his grandfather and grandson in full swing. Liu Xing was amused, but at this moment, both Zhang's wife and daughter-in-law came back and put down the farm tools. After going out for a dive, Zhang's wife took the bowl from Zhang Yu's hand and continued to feed the child. The liberated Zhang Yu stood up and entered his room with a hookah.Zhang's wife finished feeding the meal in a few mouthfuls, and added a little more until the grandson was full. She didn't make dinner until she saw the little grandson staggering and rushing to play with his brothers and sisters.Zhang Yu does the same thing differently!

After a while, Zhang Sanqiang from the same village came in to look for Liu Xing. When he saw Zhang Yu, he wanted to avoid him. Zhang Yu called him to ask what was the matter.The top three never said a word to him, except for official business, young people in the team came to A Hai or Liu Xing almost every day.

Seeing this, Liu Xing took the initiative to greet him, "What's the matter, Uncle Zhang is not an outsider, so tell me."

San Qiang said, "Xingzi, I caught a snake while working today. It may weigh seven or eight catties. You go down to drink tonight. Remember to ask Ah Hai to go down with you when Ah Hai comes back."

"What snake? Why are you so powerful?" Liu Xing asked, looking at the number one strongman in the village.

"The boa constrictor, it must have seen that we have no food or drink." Sanqiang said with a smile.

Sanqiang was Liu Xing's senior in junior high school, and returned to the village to work in agriculture before finishing high school.He is a few years older than Liu Xing and is already the father of three children.In this village, Liu Xing had eight or nine classmates. Because they were discriminated against by most of the school's teachers and students, they transferred to other communes to study, but none of them finished high school in the county agricultural school.

"Okay, Sanqiang, you go back first, I'll stay together after Ah Hai comes back." Liu Xing knew that Sanqiang came up after finishing work.

After Sanqiang went out, Liu Xing picked up the marching pot, went to the kitchen to find two empty marching pots, Zhang Yu stopped him and said:

"How much wine you buy won't be enough for those drunkards."

"I have money, and I am the only one in the village who earns wages. Besides, the family doesn't want my money."

Zhang Yu couldn't stop Liu Xing at all. Liu Xing pushed his beloved Hongmian brand bicycle out to the entrance of the village, along the dirt road, Liu Xing rode on the bicycle, the sun was setting, and the green rice fields on the plain were endless, and the mountains behind him were verdant Folding colors, the sunset has burned the western sky and the earth red, the water is gurgling in the canals, and there are many old farmers plowing and herding cattle on the ridges.

The supply and marketing cooperative is in a commune farm 8 miles away, and it is actually a small consignment point.There were no customers inside, and Liu Xing wanted to go back after buying a catty of shredded tobacco. Before he went out to the door, he suddenly remembered that he was here to buy wine.Turning around, let the salesperson sell three jugs full of rice wine.

After returning, Liu Xing was in a restless mood and sent shredded tobacco to Zhang Yu. When he came back, he hurriedly took a shower, took out the newspaper and read it while waiting for meal time, but he didn't have the heart to read any more.The image of Zhang Yu gradually became clear in his heart, and he felt that Zhang Yu was the old man he liked, and vaguely felt that Zhang Yu seemed to like him too, but he didn't know that Zhang Yu's kindness to him was out of father-son friendship Still love.Here there is a saying that the eldest son is like a father. He is extremely strict with his younger brothers and sons, but he is a kind person to the younger generation and outsiders, and his love is often overflowing.

It was already past nine o'clock after drinking. Liu Xing couldn't handle alcohol at all. At this time, he felt a little dizzy and wanted to rest.Zhang Yu came, and he came to pay back the tobacco money.

How could Liu Xing ask for his money, he refused several times, Zhang Yu held Liu Xing's hand firmly, and stuffed the money over, Liu Xing was in a hurry:

"Uncle Zhang, you've been out, and you keep saying that we are father and son outside, aren't you afraid of chilling your son's heart?"

"That's...that's what Uncle made for outsiders to see, just to help you start your work." Zhang Yu looked at the money stuffed back, a little at a loss.

Liu Xing's voice trembled a little, "But I'm serious."

The voice is very small, but Liu Xing feels that it is the strongest voice from the heart.

Zhang Yu seemed uneasy, "Xingzi..."

He took Liu Xing's hand, but instead of stuffing the money into it, he covered his chest and passed the pounding heartbeat to Liu Xing.

"Uncle, I like you!" Liu Xing walked over to Zhang Yulou, and the two embraced tightly.

Zhang Yu looked up at Liu Xing, who was half a head taller than him, and stretched out his big old hands with thick knuckles to wipe Liu Xing's tears.

On this night, the bright moon shines slantingly through the glass tiles on the roof, witnessing the first night when the old and the young inside opened up wasteland and expanded the paradise of love.They started their 26-year relationship. Although they all had their own families and Liu Xing made some achievements in his career, he never disliked the old farmer. It was not until he died of illness that he erected a tombstone in his heart: Lover Zhang Yu

☆, uncle

Tomb-sweeping day was approaching, and my grandfather urged my father to get ready to go back to his hometown to sweep the tomb and pay homage to grandma. How could my father dare to be negligent? The day before the Qingming Festival, our family set off in two cars and joined the ranks of the tomb-sweeping army.

When I returned to the countryside, I saw Uncle Nanyang. My uncle had a short figure, his cheeks, cheeks, beard, and feet were shaved black. He was wearing a Nanyang short-sleeved shirt, a pair of short trousers, and a kitchen apron in front of him. , pulling a pair of beige slippers.See us back.He was so happy that he cracked his teeth-less mouth and laughed non-stop. He came up and stretched out his big furry hands to pat the clothes on his grandfather's body. Although there was no dust, the uncle was so serious.

"Old thing, you are old, how can you not take care of yourself like a villain?" He spoke Huimei Hakka dialect, and then handed the hot towel to grandpa, who wiped his face and hands casually and returned it to uncle.

"Uncle, where should I put my things?"

The father asked with several bags in his hand, and the uncle told him to take the late things into the kitchen, put the used ones in the living room first, and then pack them up later.Back home, my uncle is the head of the family, and he will take care of and clean up all matters, big or small.

Grandpa has lived in Shenzhen for nearly half a year this time.He has severe cataracts and must undergo surgery. In addition, it takes a long time to recuperate. Grandpa didn't want to come to Shenzhen. It was his uncle who coaxed and scolded him to catch up with his father's car.

The aunt brought tea and water for us, and the uncle slaughtered chickens and pigs under the guidance of the uncle, and the offerings were ready.The busiest one is my uncle, he is busy cooking dinner, and he can cook good dishes, which have obvious Nanyang flavor. At this time, my seven aunts also came from all over When we came back, our family can be described as four generations living under the same roof.Cars crowded the formerly deserted yard.

Grandpa is the head of the family.Seeing that the children have rushed back.Then he yelled loudly: "Anan, everyone is back, come and clean up, ready to serve dinner."

Grandpa will always speak Hokkien.Although Hokkien is only spoken by my grandfather, it is the first language of our family. Everyone in the family, big or small, can understand every word that my grandfather said.

Uncle came out cheerfully, wiped his hands on the apron, cleaned up the teacups on the table, and then served the meals with my aunt, my mother, and aunt, which completely filled the four tables.It can be seen that our family is a big family.

Grandpa and my dad, uncle and uncle sit at the same table, and my mother and several aunts also occupy the same table. Our generation has the largest number of people, and there is a huge age gap. Uncle pressed his shoulders and sat down at the table where the juniors were piled up, and he was at the same table as him.

I was brought up by my uncle. I was born in the 80s and was the eldest son and grandson of my family. But at that time, it was the most difficult period for my parents to start a business. At that time, my grandfather and uncle had retired, so I was sent back to my hometown to be taken care of by the elderly.

My grandma died of illness before the Cultural Revolution, leaving behind nine waiting children. At that time, my grandfather was both a father and a mother, and the uncle who lived next door came to help. After a long time, my grandfather simply took Under the contract of his uncle's work, he is willing to do all the farm work alone in the field, and the burden of taking care of the children and doing housework is handed over to his uncle.The family relies entirely on the uncle. In order to take care of the children, the uncle can no longer participate in the production labor in the team.

In 1946, after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, in order to avoid Latin America, my grandfather and his tribe boarded a ship going south in Xiamen, Fujian Province, and came to Bandung, Indonesia as a martial artist. Soon after, he followed his tribe to Yogyakarta under the guidance of acquaintances. Work in a shop.The boss is also Chinese, his ancestral home is Guangdong, and he is a Hakka.At that time, the situation was very chaotic, and people often came to make troubles. It was Grandpa who drove away the gangsters alone to keep the shop safe.

The boss, surnamed Bian, has seven children, all boys, the youngest one is a concubine born to a concubine, who spends all day with the local hooligans, doing nothing all day long, but there are constant fights and disturbances. Steal things from the house all day long and distribute them to the gang of hooligans.In a fit of rage, the boss handed over the disobedient son to the guy who was over thirty years old to discipline him.

How could a fellow dare to discipline the young master, so he was naturally unwilling and afraid to take him in.

"Then let's do this, you Fujianese have the custom of agreeing with the same year, so you can be the same year as him, then you are brothers, and it is only natural for an elder brother to discipline a younger brother."

Seeing that the boss was sincerely dating him, my grandfather no longer hesitated, and agreed to the boss' request. The so-called same year is an old custom in southern Fujian. It is two brothers with different surnames who live together and take care of each other all their lives. Most of them will have their own families in the future, and very few will live together all their lives.

The youngest son of the boss is named Wang Nan. The boss held a ceremony of sworn ceremony for his grandfather and Wang Nan. Just like tying zongzi, tie them tightly, hang them on a beam, and beat them with a thin whip. The whipping with this kind of thin whip hurts the skin but not the bones, but it is extremely painful, until Wangnan begs for mercy.

A year later, Wang Nan's anger was tortured little by little, and he became well-behaved. He not only helped the family with work, but also learned to cook and do housework. Mrs. Bian was very happy and wanted to talk to him. Marriage, but he has already fallen in love with his elder brother of the same year, and he no longer talks about marriage with others. Go back to my hometown in Fujian to pick up my wife and children.

In this way, there are many Hokkien people in Nanyang. According to the customs in southern Hokkien, my grandfather lives in the home of his adoptive father, Boss Bian, and the Bian family is responsible for arranging the marriage for his grandfather.Under the single-handed arrangement of the enthusiastic old Mrs. Bian, my grandfather married a young lady in the local area, and she was my grandmother.Grandma looks like an Indian, but her father is a descendant of Hokkien, whose family name is Lin.She no longer knows how to speak Chinese, speaks Indonesian, and is also a Muslim.The Lin family was in decline, and the Bian and Lin families were like in-laws. For this reason, Mrs. Bian sent a large sum of betrothal gifts and gifts to the Lin family, and tried her best to help the in-laws make a comeback.

Grandma was a prolific woman, and my eldest aunt came to this world the following year. My father, the third child, was born in Yogyakarta in the summer of 1953. Giving it to grandpa as a lifelong career, so grandpa brought his whole family and his adopted brother Wangnan to live in Surabaya City in the same year.Several of my aunts were born in this second largest city in the country.

In this family, from beginning to end, grandpa is in charge of speaking, and both uncle and grandma obey grandpa.For grandpa, he is always obedient and obedient.Life is still passable.Mrs. Bian often came to visit the adopted son's family. After all, he had a certain foundation and lived a fairly prosperous life.I remember my father was full of gratitude when he mentioned Mrs. Bian.Since childhood, my father, two older sisters and my uncle have a very good relationship.

Until 1960, when the whole Indonesia was excluded from Chinese, my grandfather was included in the ranks of exclusion because he did not become an Indonesian citizen. He was forced to return to China with his wife and children to live.After several twists and turns, I settled down in this mid-mountain farm. This is a local state-owned overseas Chinese farm. The environment is no different from that in the countryside. The difference is that most of the people on this farm are foreigners, including many returned overseas Chinese. At that time, Here is a barren mountain and wild ridge. Grandparents and uncles are all farm workers. They wear stars and moons every day, open up wasteland and plant, and build their homes.

My sixth aunt, seventh aunt and uncle were born in thatched cottages.Unfortunately, when my little uncle landed in 1965, my grandma suffered from postpartum hemorrhage, commonly known as blood avalanche.The massive bleeding could not be stopped, and he died on the way before being sent to the hospital.

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"Huizi, listen to your father, don't you want to find someone? Uncle still wants to bring his great-grandson, so you should be careful and find someone to come back."

My uncle’s words interrupted my daydream, and I looked back at my uncle. He kindly motioned to me not to stop eating, and even put a piece of goose paw into my bowl, saying that young people have strong teeth to bite. It's the best place to eat.

Then I greeted, "Everyone should eat more meat. They are all raised at home, and they are better than bought ones." I also put a piece of delicate chicken breast in my uncle's bowl.

We juniors eat fast, and my uncle gets full faster. He is busy in the kitchen.

I left everyone in the courtyard and walked into the building at home. This is a small five-story western-style building. The first floor is a clean and bright living room, and the second floor and above are bedrooms.

Grandpa's bedroom is on the second floor.The door, which was usually locked, was ajar today.I pushed the door lightly and went in. There was an antique big bed, neatly folded quilts, pillows, a wardrobe, and a brown floor.Throughout the room, it feels spotless.It can be seen that my uncle is a clean person.This is their bedroom.He was unmarried all his life, and lived with his grandparents' family for more than [-] years. After my grandma passed away, my uncle was actually the second head of the family.His father's nine brothers and sisters were all raised by him, and his uncle has been regarded as a family member since his father's generation.

Our home is a big family, with six large bedrooms on the second and third floors, and many small rooms on the fourth and fifth floors, which are the residences of the juniors.I am the eldest son and grandson and I am lucky enough to live alone in one bedroom.This building was built solely by my father after he saved his first pot of gold ten years ago.

This small western-style building was built when my father saved his first pot of gold. It has been around for a long time, and it existed before I was born. When I was three months old, my young parents took me to work and career. When I went back to the countryside, it was my grandfather and uncle who brought me up with shit and urine.

Grandma was buried on a hillside with beautiful mountains and clear waters. The scenery is beautiful, and it makes people feel otherworldly in the forest spring. This is also the contracted land of our family. Pine and fruit trees are planted. The tomb is covered with grass. There is no tombstone. After the weeds were added, new soil was added. My father built two thick pieces of turf to build the top of the tomb. In the courtyard of the tomb, we placed offerings, wine and incense, and lit firecrackers. It is an etiquette and etiquette that must be done every year, and it is the content of Chinese people's sacrifices to deceased ancestors during the Qingming Festival.

In 09, my uncle’s nephew who was abroad wrote a letter, asking my grandfather and uncle to go out to see the family members, and at the same time bring the family members with me. After some consideration, they only took my parents and me, and a group of five flew away. In Jakarta, the capital of Indonesia, our nephew, who was slightly younger than my uncle, was waiting for us at the airport. He called my uncle and my grandfather uncle and father-in-law. After some pleasantries, the father and son took us back to his home in Yogyakarta.

Yogyakarta is my uncle's birthplace and his hometown, so the changes haven't been great, and my uncle can still vaguely recognize that the house has become newer and taller.That night, my uncle changed into a Nanyang shirt. It was the first time I saw my uncle wearing a Nanyang shirt, and he thought it was very decent. Seeing my surprised eyes, my uncle said that he used to wear this kind of clothes when he was young.Here, my uncle still has many childhood playmates and friends, but after decades of parting, they sighed the wasted years after they met. Although the survivors are now nearly 80-year-old old men, they I am still in awe of my grandfather, and I still keep calling my grandfather Chen Wushi. When talking about the past, I keep talking about my grandfather's prestige.

They all knew that their uncle was forced to marry Chen Wushi in the same year, but they have come over safely for decades, and now the house is full of children and grandchildren.Uncle's friend asked grandpa with concern, did he live with his mother-in-law after returning to China?The uncle's nephew told them that the uncle lived with the father-in-law and the prostitute, and had no contact with the mother-in-law in Fujian.

An old man asked, "A'nan, you seem to be younger than me, right? I'm already eighty this year."

Uncle smiled and replied, "Then I'm more than a year older than you, and you'll be 82 in a few months."

"Looking at your body, it's not as tough as Martial Master Chen. His complexion looks good, and he doesn't look old."

Uncle said: "Why doesn't he look old? He is 98, and he will be [-] years old in two years."

"Oh?" Uncle's childhood playmates were all amazed, "After all, they are still martial arts practitioners, it's just different!"

Seeing the old people chatting about the past, my mother and I sat and listened silently, and my father occasionally interjected a few words. Their language seemed to be very messy, sometimes it was Hakka, sometimes it was Cantonese, and sometimes it was Cantonese. After a while, it was Hokkien and local Indonesian. My uncle and my father were still fluent in Indonesian. Grandpa didn’t know how to speak it, but he could hear it almost completely, so he could only communicate in his Hokkien.

Later, we came to a back hall with a street-facing pavement that has been renovated. This is a standard western arcade building with three entrances and two patios. Because Nanyang is relatively hot, although the yard is small, it is not rainy. , but it is also an excellent place to entertain guests and eat. Now it is a grandson of the uncle and nephew who is running and living in the place.

It turned out to be the former residence of my grandfather and uncle before they moved to Surabaya.The property rights belonged to the Bian family, and it was the residence given to my grandfather by the old man Bian. It was here that my grandfather married my grandmother. At that time, my uncle also lived with his righteous brother and his family.

Yogyakarta is the oldest capital of Indonesia. There are many ancient buildings and mosques here, and it has the oldest mosque in Indonesia.A few days later we came to Surabaya.Surabaya is the second largest city in Indonesia and the largest seaport in the southeast. It is also the largest industrial and commercial center in Indonesia. The relationship with the capital Jakarta is like Shanghai and Beijing in China. One is the political center and the other is the economic center.

There are a lot of Chinese in Surabaya. Although the proportion of Chinese is not as high as that of Bandung, the total number of Chinese is higher than that of Bandung. Among the three megacities in Indonesia, except for the capital Jakarta, the Chinese economy is centered on Surabaya and Bandung. .

My uncle’s second nephew lives in Surabaya. In Surabaya, grandpa and uncle can no longer recognize the neighborhood they used to live in. The place has changed a lot. The old city with a population of several million and many satellite cities have sprung up. It doesn’t sound as ostentatious as Shenzhen in China, but its natural environment and economic environment are not worse than Shenzhen’s. In particular, the air quality in Surabaya is something that Shenzhen doesn’t have. It doesn’t have the turbid seawater on the coast of Shenzhen. The sky here is so blue and the seawater is so blue. green.Walking on the beach in Surabaya, you will feel that the urban life is so close to the green fields, closely attached to the blue sea and blue sky.

This return to Indonesia made my uncle very happy. Here he saw relatives who had been separated for decades. He was the only one left in his class. Going to the grave, watching the scene of grandpa and uncle walking hand in hand in front of the tomb, kowtowing to the ancestors, watching the paper money and incense lingering, clasping their hands together and speaking words that others cannot hear, maybe telling the ancestors that they We have been walking hand in hand in the long river of time. No one dared to disturb them and waited silently by their side until Grandpa got up and wanted to help Uncle up. Uncle suddenly burst into tears and kowtowed many times. We Infected by him, everyone wiped their tears with red eyes.It took a long time for the uncle to stabilize his mood.

My grandfather and I helped my uncle into the car. On the way, my uncle said to my father, "Tianhua, you go to the street with your cousin tomorrow and ask someone to draw a portrait of your grandfather."

Uncle's nephew in Surabaya, Asheng, nodded, took over the conversation, and said, "Little uncle, there are still a few portraits of grandpa at home, just take one."

Uncle said: "Thank you very much, Tianhua, you don't want to go out on the street, there are too many people and cars, and you are always worried by your family when you go out."

My father said: "Uncle, I will go out to develop photos when I get back, and save a few sets for my cousin and the others."

Grandpa and uncle repeatedly said yes, and when I came back, I helped take the roast suckling pig and three birds from the car, and a daughter-in-law of the Bian family took them into the kitchen to chop and put them on the plate.The Bian family has a large population, and the family members of my uncle and nephews also rushed over. Nearly a hundred people gathered together, waiting for us to eat.The uncle’s seven brothers are all dead, but their descendants now number more than 300, half of whom live in Surabaya and half in Yogyakarta.Some of the nephews have four generations under the same roof, and now they are not a family but a big family.

This is a family that pays attention to the dignity of seniority. The uncle is the most respected seniority here. The juniors let the uncle and grandpa into the upper seat, and then everyone takes their seats. The uncle got up and took out the red envelopes prepared by his father, and distributed them to the juniors one by one. Ladies and gentlemen, the little red envelopes carry the best wishes from the elders to the younger ones.

The family dinner was very lively, and it was the gathering with the largest number of people when we came to Surabaya, because we had to leave Indonesia and the relatives that my uncle cared about day and night.The descendants of the Bian family did not dislike this unmarried man all their lives. They had the same blood as their uncle and were connected by blood, which prompted them to search for blood that had been away from them for many years.And my grandfather was the most valued buddy and martial artist of my grandfather in the early years, and the younger generation respected this father-in-law.The story of grandpa in his early years was regarded by them as a mythical legend, a person who can make the ancestors of the Bian family admire him, a person who can control the rebellious young son of the Bian family, he will naturally be appreciated by the descendants of the Bian family. respect.

After returning from Indonesia, a certain professor who had been dating me online for more than three years officially broke up with me because he found a partner to live with in his local area. In fact, I felt very early that this kind of online dating is not practical, but just satisfying. I love the psychological needs of the elderly. Although the professor's appearance is very elegant and full of scholarly temperament, his view of homosexual love always makes me feel empty. This view looks beautiful on the outside, just like an idyllic poem. But it always makes me feel meaningless, because he always remembers to belittle heterosexual love while praising gay love.It would be understandable if this is a young man, but he is an old professor with idealism and pursuit of perfection. I feel somewhat uneasy in my heart. After meeting him cautiously once, I found that he is only obsessed with male bodies. All the beautiful words that appear in online dating are the words of a cultural person.

Because in my opinion, whether it is homosexual or heterosexual, the scale of treating love is the same, the difference is gender, although my grandfather and my uncle are not as refined as the old professor, let alone as rich as the old professor. Knowledge.They are just ordinary laborers. In their daily life, they are often troubled by firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. In real life, they never love each other. I even doubt that they don't understand the word love.No pretty words, though with the old