I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

There was a crisp and loud slap.

There was a chaotic sound of various things falling to the ground.

The young man responded with a hoarse, sharp and malicious voice.

There were also shrill, old and helpless voices urging people to fight.

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

This light crossed the not-so-high wall and fell into the Dong family's yard.

In an instant, it was as if some kind of switch had been touched, and all the sounds suddenly disappeared, leaving only the young man's scornful and provocative voice.

There was a faint sound of another slap on the cheek.

Until, the whole alley fell silent again.

Yu Feiwan felt the cool night breeze blowing on his face and thought about what he had just heard.

Dong Chen is not simply rebellious.

No matter how rebellious a child is, he will not mock and denounce the parents who gave him life.

Yu Feiwan bent his fingers and tapped the window sill again and again unconsciously. The sound was particularly rhythmic at night.

After a while, the old lady's house heard the sound of the door opening, and the sound of staggering footsteps. "Can't sleep?"

Yu Feiwan was stunned for a moment, then buttoned up his coat honestly, and smiled guiltily, "I couldn't sleep well, so I woke up."

"Where's grandma?"

The old lady was leaning on a cane, with one hand behind her back, standing under Yu Feiwan's window. The moonlight was as cold as water, and the figure in the figure made it even more desolate. "I am getting older, and I have less sleep."

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

She knew that the old lady was worried about Yu Shuishan who was in hospital.

The love of parents is endless love and kindness.

Yu Feiwan walked out of the house, supported the old lady, and quietly kept her company.

When you are upset, it is easier to think wildly when you are alone.

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

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

Not only was there the breath of spring, but the rich Buddhist fragrance of the old lady also stirred into the night breeze.

This is the breath of longing.

The big yellow dog tied to the wall hummed and barked softly, wagging its tail with an incomprehensible sadness.

The two little yellow cats, two little yellow ones, which look different every day, kept circling around Yu Feiwan and the old lady, nuzzling their ankles from time to time.

After spinning around, he curled up into a ball and snored.

Yu Feiwan accompanied the old lady for a walk in front of and behind the house. The land behind the house that had been plowed by hoes was soft, quietly waiting for sowing. The apricot tree rustled in the night wind.

The old lady slowly bent over, holding a handful of soil in her hands, her expression gradually relaxed and calm, and her worried and restless heart seemed to have returned to its normal rhythm little by little.

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

"The garden at home is full of flowers and plants."

"Later, if you want to have food to eat and survive, you have to plant the land with your back turned to the sky. Now, holding the soil in your hands, you feel safe and secure."

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

"Before the Qingming Festival, we plow and sow seeds early. After the seeds break out of the ground, we have to worry about the grass and the grains, and weed and fertilize several times. If the weather is good, when the wind blows around the Mid-Autumn Festival, the leaves on the corn stalks will brush. It was loud and bright. At that time, every family had to take advantage of the good weather to harvest the corn. After the autumn harvest, they had to work hard to pick up the corn and pile it up separately to prevent it from rotting. "

“Not just corn, but wheat.”

"These things are the livelihood of the villagers for the next year." "I'm not afraid of your jokes. In the beginning, grandma couldn't even do something as simple as wielding a hoe and hoeing the ground. There is still a scar on her leg."

“In that era when people had little to eat and no clothing to keep warm, land and harvest were the foundation.”

“If you don’t grow the land well, you won’t have the confidence.”

"Because of our ancestors, we worked hard to get the land. Once we have the land, we have to find ways to plant it well and survive."

“Gradually, it seems that we are inseparable from the land. As long as we have land, we can feel at ease.”

"Farming and vegetables, raising chickens and feeding pigs, these days just pass by."

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

"Being bound by ideological concepts, you will never be able to break away from your attachment to the land for the rest of your life."

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

"Feiwan, what do you think we should plant in this garden?"

"It's so big. If you plant it in pieces, you should be able to grow a lot."

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

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

There was a hint of expectation and enthusiasm in the old lady's voice.

"Grandma, you can grow eggplants. I like to eat them."

"You can also move some tomato seedlings and wait until they bear fruit. They will be red, delicious and look festive."

"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.

Surprise flashed in the old lady's eyes, and she asked in a voiceless voice, "Pingping likes to eat beans?"

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

In her memory, she and her mother ate beans at every meal in summer and autumn.

The old lady touched Yu Feiwan's head, "I don't know who fooled you. That kid Pingping doesn't like to eat beans from kidney beans."

"Beans are easy to grow and trouble-free. Every household in our village grows beans themselves."

“When there’s nothing to eat, it’s beans noodles, beans porridge, beans stew, and fried beans.”

"Maybe I'm tired of eating."

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

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

She and her mother have never had tender, crispy beans on their dining table. Basically, the old ones have a very dull texture. The beans in the pods are large and stringy. The pods are no longer fresh and tender green, and some are yellowish. , some glowing white.

She remembered her mother saying that the cotton ones were also delicious.

Perhaps, the reason for staying together was never because of liking.

Just because at that time, my mother could only afford defective beans that could not be sold in the market.

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

Sometimes I cut a small piece of pork and chop it into fine pieces.

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 at that time, how could anyone like to eat old and old beans.

"Grandma, then we won't plant beans anymore."