Jean Love

"Xiao Chen, why don't you go back to Houjie?" Lao Lin asked me.

"Well, back to Houjie."

"Did you find a store in Houjie?"

"No, no, don't look for it anymore, go back to Houjie to get something, and go home at noon."

"Hey, this kind of thing broke us apart, and many of my fellow villagers have no place to park their cars."

"Is yours okay? Old Lin."

"Mine is fine, you see my car is so small, it can park anywhere, ha ha."

I tilted my neck and looked at myself in the rearview mirror. I was haggard, with dark circles around my eyes, and my thoughts wandered. I couldn’t do without Lian Yu’s figure. I love him, and he knows it. I want to have sex with him, and he can’t accept it. , It's obvious, but the words and expressions he showed seem to be negotiable. I want to give up?I want to fight?I am torn.Being able to speak face-to-face like this today is a big step forward, so my mood is still relatively open.

I asked Lao Lin to turn off the air conditioner, rolled down the window, lit a cigarette, took a sip, and leaned my head on the back of the seat.The blue sky and white clouds, the red sun hanging obliquely, the wind whistling, the dust flying, and the road spacious.

"If you have a chance to come to Houjie and call your brother, you must remember to call me."

"Okay, take care! Old Lin."

Houjie Station, Yuexiu Station, and Nanxiong Station are like steps standing on an escalator. Step on one and transfer to the next one.Carrying a simple bag, facing the direction of home, the home is still the same.

The balcony with wooden frame structure has been dimmed by the wind and sun. What remains unchanged is that the clothes of the whole family are hung on the horizontal beams of the balcony, in various colors, sizes and styles.

The living room is still the same. There is a dilapidated long wooden sofa in the corner on the right hand side of the door, and a big "Chairman Mao is going to Yan'an" directly opposite, which was bought by my father and has been hanging for many years.Behind the wall is a hut.On the left is the kitchen, facing down is a combined TV cabinet, with a grid in the middle, all painted in egg yolk, second-hand speakers half a person's height are placed on both sides, a TV is placed on the combined cabinet, and a boiling water thermos is placed, everything remains the same.

Entering the kitchen, the whole kitchen is more than ten square meters. There is a wall cabinet on the right hand side. The color of the log is not carved, but the workmanship is not rough. It is durable and durable. After decades, it still looks the same, strong and firm.There are two large plastic barrels under the wall cabinet, which are used to hold pig food. Later, when pigs are not raised, they are only used to hold pot washing water.

"What's the weather, are you killing pigs? No wonder they say there's no firewood all day long." Father lifted the lid of the cauldron on the stove, and a gust of gray steam rose three feet straight up.

"What did you say to die, you only set off two fires." Grandma argued.

"There are more than three stoves, two stoves! Look for yourself, they are all bubbling."

"Don't you want to boil it? Can you wash it in cold water?"

"In this weather, taking cold water can't kill you. In June and July, can you kill people by taking cold water? I don't believe it."

"You're going to die in cold water."

"I can wash it in cold water, but you have to die to collect firewood, thinking that people don't need to work hard, it's not hard."

"If you pick it up, pick it up. If you haven't picked it up, don't burn it. If you have no conscience, you have to put it in two stoves to boil water." Grandma threw the tongs on the ground, cursing and swearing. Shaking and shaking, with a slightly hunched back, he walked angrily to the outer hall, took a stool by the living room door, sat down slowly, and kept shaking the cattail fan.

I was choosing dishes at the dining table, and my niece was playing on the sofa.

"Look at it, when the time comes, the wife you beg for will definitely not be able to bear him. He looks so dead, so talkative. He may not be able to get along with the one he raised together since he was a child, let alone the big girl who was brought back from outside. At that time, he will I know, you will know when the time comes, I will put the words here first." Grandma stopped her cattail fan and looked at me like a rescuer, hoping that I would agree.

"I'm so talkative, I'm still talking about me." When my father heard it, he retorted loudly and viciously.

Grandma does not know how to control firewood. This is an old-fashioned problem. When steaming rice, the surface of the rice is often steamed to a dark red layer, and the mouth smells of burnt burnt. Even the cleanser can't wash it off. This often happens, especially when she washes her hair by herself, puts some ginger leaves, pours three pots of water, and boils two pots left.We talked about her, but she forgot later, and my mother said about her, sometimes she got angry, and sometimes she complained all over the street, saying that she met a wicked mother-in-law.Father said to her, she cursed on the spot.

"Yeah, I'm always arguing about some big and small things, and I don't dare to marry a wife every time I say it, so forget it, just don't marry it, okay?" I said to my grandma. , half-truths and half-truths.

"That won't work, how can I do it? If you want to get it, why don't you marry a wife? I'm still waiting to help you take care of your children while I can still move." Grandma stopped cursing, and most of her anger subsided.

"My dad's words are ugly, don't be like him, remember, pay attention to the steam on the surface of the pot when setting fire, hot weather and cold weather need different firewood, steaming rice and boiling water need different firewood, The heat produced by different firewood is different, you should pay attention to it, don't always remember how much fire you have to put in the stove, you see just now, the water is boiled, it is indeed a bit wasteful, hard work, mother and the others Every winter they collect so much firewood, if they can’t stand the fire for half a year, they will definitely get angry, please be considerate.” I was a little ignorant and didn’t brake in time.

"Yes, yes, yes, I won't let it go, you guys let it go, I'll sit here and slap my thighs, laughing haha." Grandma's anger flared up again, when grandma was angry, she said angry words, which was the same as my father Sample.

I shook my head helplessly, and simply stopped talking.Father also walked away, because he was carrying a sprayer to kill insects in the afternoon, so he came back early and took a bucket of water to take a shower.

"Tell him to die so that he can grind the rice. If there is no more rice, let him do what he should, and talk about what he shouldn't. It's annoying to see this dead state." After the quarrel completely stopped, grandma suddenly remembered the matter of rice rolling.

I said, "Where is the rice? I'll go."

"Shall we go now? It's getting dark, so we won't go until tomorrow." Annoyed.

In the big brother's rice milling room, the machine is buzzing, the big brother is in control, move here, tap there, stretch out the palm to catch a little rice, hold it to the eyes, and pull it to see if it is thick or thin. Is it well-proportioned.Mother scooped the rice into the cone-shaped iron bucket at one end, and the rice came out from the other side, and I took a stainless steel spoon at the other end to push away the chaff that came down like running water.

Soon, once the rice is divided into four or six parts, the bran is divided into six parts, and the white rice is divided into four parts, the bran is sold to the big brother, and it is weighed on a large scale that can weigh two hundred catties. , the bar with the mark on it like a scale just didn't respond, I shouted: "Brother, look, your family's bully doesn't respond no matter what you do."

The eldest brother put down the iron spoon, walked over, turned sideways, tilted his head, looked at it for a long time, reached out and took off a weight on the weight support, and said very disdainfully: "Excuse me, it's only 76 catties, and girls here It's heavier than you, so it's useless."

"Hehe, isn't it popular to lose weight now?" I smiled forcedly.Yes, during that time, in those two or three years, I was very thin, very thin, with dark circles under my eyes, and I looked sickly.At first, my mother thought that I was sick, that I was the same as her, and told me to see a doctor.I know that this is not a disease, but a longing. When I am at home or wherever I am, I always think about Lianyu, and I keep thinking about it.

Lian Yu would call every now and then, sometimes even at one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, babbling a few words, nothing important, nothing important, but always asking: "How is it, is it okay at home? Is the result of the blind date okay?" ?”.

It seems that I have nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide, and hide by my mother.During the day, I followed her to work, carrying a hoe, and followed behind. My mother's withered and yellow mid-length hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore a patterned denim jacket. The back is slightly hunchbacked.A pair of black trousers and a pair of low-quality plastic shoes with short sleeves, making her look flimsy. "Mother, are you feeling better now? Why do you still look the same, with a pale complexion, knotted flesh, thick neck, it seems that nothing has improved." When I came to the land halfway up the hill, I looked at my mother.

"How do I know this? The doctor said that there is no need to rush, and told me to relax."

"Yes, just relax, it's not good for your health to be sad all day long."

"How can I relax? Your brother told you that his current job is too difficult, the salary is not high, and he is always angry with the boss. He said that he will not do it after this month at most, and he doesn't know what's next. What are you going to do?" "And you, even you don't let me worry about it, you say what you want, in a blink of an eye, in a blink of an eye, you are already 25 or six years old, you don't know how to worry at all, see you There are so many people, you should have some ideas." Mother complained.