My old gong is a ghost?

After getting off the train and taking the bus, then the passing car, and then entering the mountain, I can only walk on my own feet.

The mountains are deep and the cliffs are full of dangers.

Tong Xiaosong was carrying a huge backpack, walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The road he has traveled many times is always so muddy and bumpy, and it has never changed in more than ten years.

Things in the mountains cannot be transported out, and things outside the mountains cannot be transported in.

There are many, many families and many children in the col.

The government once considered letting everyone relocate together, but in the end because there were too many people to resettle, it was dropped.

The people in the mountains didn't think so much. Compared with his sister who sent him out of the mountains, more people left their children in the mountains forever.

They are isolated from the world, guarding their own land, rotting in the mud generation after generation, and growing again in the mud.

Tong Xiaosong finally returned to his village with the help of a wooden stick.

The men who were drinking at the head of the village saw him as if they had seen something new.

"Tong Xiaosong, why are you back? It's not time for vacation yet!"

"Can you not come back? If you don't come back, his sister's door will be knocked down by men!"

The crowd laughed.

Tong Xiaosong walked home with his head down, ignoring the obscene words of these men.

Give these men ten guts, and they dare not knock on his door.

He had seen his sister angry countless times, wielding a sickle with both hands, life and death meaningless, protecting him and his mother with that thin body.

His sister is 24, eight years older than him, obviously not too old, but in a village where girls marry in their teens, she is considered old, but no one dares to marry or provoke her. famous.

But he knew that his sister was also gentle. He had seen his sister secretly dressing up in front of the mirror when no one was around, and smiling shyly.

That was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

How much he hoped that one day he would take his sister and mother out of the mountains, dress up his sister beautifully, and no longer need to arm himself with fierceness, just like those girls in school, colorful.

But the fact now is that his sister, with her weak body, sent him out of the mountain and into the school.

When I got home, the yard was dilapidated, and the house looked like it was about to collapse.

The door was locked tightly. His sister should have gone to do farm work.

The family is poor, and there is nothing to be afraid of stealing. The door is locked to prevent the crazy mother at home from running around.

There are many dangers in the mountains. If you run out, it's hard to say whether you can come back.

He took out the rusty key and opened the equally mottled lock.

With a clang, the courtyard door was opened.

He went in and continued to open the door.

The windows are broken and wrapped in plastic, so the lighting in the house is very poor.

In the dark room, Mama Tong staggered out, her hair half white and her face haggard.

"Xiaoyan, are you back?"

"Mom, it's me." Tong Xiaosong stepped forward, helped his mother out, and let her sit in the yard to bask in the sun.

"Xiaosong?" Tong Ma's eyes lit up, and she smiled happily: "My Xiaosong is back."

Suddenly, she paused and looked behind Tong Xiaosong: "What a handsome boy, are you Xiaosong's friend?"

Tong Xiaosong was taken aback for a moment, then looked back, the smile on his face froze: "Mom, I'm the only one here, who are you talking about?"

Although his mother can recognize her child, her consciousness is confused most of the time.

Although his mother's words are not accurate, but after experiencing so many strange things, he is a little bit like an enemy.

Mother ignored him, but showed a bright smile: "Oh, so that's the case, okay, okay..."

The sun was very strong today, but Tong Xiaosong was covered in cold sweat.

"Mom, who are you talking to?"

Mother nodded, looked up at the sky and became dazed.

This is also his mother's normal state. When she is not ill, the most common thing she does is to stare blankly at a place. When she is ill, she will talk nonsense and go mad.

Seeing his mother's appearance, Tong Xiaosong's eyes turned red, he didn't ask any more questions, but went into the room, took off his schoolbag, rolled up his sleeves and started to work.

After working for a while, there was a sound at the door, and when I looked up, my sister Tong Xiaoyan came back carrying farm tools.

As soon as Tong Xiaoyan entered the yard, she shouted, "Xiaosong! Are you back?"

"Sister!" Tong Xiaosong greeted her happily, his eyes were finally exposed to the sunlight, filled with pure joy, and took over Tong Xiaoyan's farm tools.

"Look at you, why don't you cut it when your hair grows like this?" Tong Xiaoyan flicked Tong Xiaosong's hair in front of her, and said, "Don't feel bad about money, sister can do it, it's not bad for your haircut money, sister is rough and rough I won’t move it for you anymore, after I go back, I’ll cut it in a foreign style at school, just like other boys.”

"No, I just don't have time to cut it." Tong Xiaosong smiled shyly.

Tong Xiaoyan fetched water to wash her hands, looked at Tong Xiaosong, and said distressedly: "You're thin, don't work, you don't need to do the housework, you just study hard, come here and wash your hands, and you can eat in a while."

"Miss, cook. I'll clean up the firewood. I won't do it until you cook." Tong Xiaosong kept his subordinates.

Tong Xiaoyan smiled and said, "My Xiaosong is really sensible."

After working for a while, Tong Xiaoyan shouted in the room: "Mom, take the bowl and chopsticks, let's eat!"

Tong Ma, who had been sitting quietly for a long time, looked sideways, then slowly got up and walked into the house.

Tong Xiaoyan came out and stood at the door, shouting: "Xiaosong! Wash your hands and eat!"

"Hey! Got it." Tong Xiaosong straightened up sweating profusely, and washed his hands with water when he came to the basin.

With his head down, he vigorously scrubbed the dirt off his hands, biting his lip and hating himself for not living up to expectations.

He was so tired after just packing some firewood. My sister does so many things every day, but he can't even do this little thing well.

After splashing water on his face twice and sweating, he got up and shook it off, and walked into the house.

After entering the house, he saw the small fish on the table, which was the best dish from his family.

Because there is no need to spend money, you can put a net in the ditch in the mountain, and after a long time, you can get a few nets.

Although it is not big, it is enough to satisfy the appetite.

Today when he came back, besides the fish, his sister also fried wild vegetables and made cold baked potatoes,

Looking at the bowls and chopsticks on the table, Tong Xiaosong was stunned. There were three people in the family including him, but there were bowls and chopsticks for four people on the table.

Tong Xiaoyan took the pickles and put them on the table, she was taken aback when she saw it, then she turned to her mother and asked, "Mom, why did you take too much?"

Tong Ma's eyes were out of focus, and she murmured: "Not many, exactly four people."

As she spoke, she picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, put it in a bowl next to her, and smiled: "Eat, you must be full."

Tong Xiaosong's pupils shrank, and he said anxiously, "Mom, there's no one."

Tong Xiaoyan sighed, and beckoned her younger brother to sit down: "Let's eat, Mom is sick again, it's not like you don't know, she can do whatever she likes, as long as she is happy." Saying that, Tong Xiaoyan clipped Tong Xiaosong Tiao Yu: "Let's eat. Although the food at home is not as good as the school cafeteria, it is better than fresh."

Tong Xiaosong glanced at the empty seat, looked away, raised his chopsticks and said in a low voice: "The canteen is not as good as the ones at home, and the dishes made by my sister are the best!"

"You are the only one who can talk." Tong Xiaoyan smiled: "It's delicious. After eating, go up the mountain with me to see Dad. You have to tell him when you are back."

Tong Xiaosong responded.