Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 358

As usual, the old lady dozed off while sitting. But somehow, she was extra energetic today. After sitting there for a while, I even started to hum a tune that was off-key.

"Auntie, what song are you humming?" Lan Qiuchen couldn't help but ask.

"Huh?" The old man opened his smiling eyes and looked at her gently, "Listen, tongue twister, uh uh uh..."

Uh huh huh? Lan Qiuchen frowned and listened carefully. After listening for a long time, she heard nothing. Seeing that she was still humming, he asked:

"Is someone singing? Or are you singing?"

"Someone is singing," the old man advised her patiently, "You have to listen carefully, it's very nice, just like what I often heard when I was a kid, uh uh uh, uh uh uh..."

Lan Qiuchen's expression was dull: "..." What song is eh eh eh?

"You have to listen carefully," the old man said with a smile when he saw her confused look. "Someone is singing tongue twisters in the mountains. It's very nice."

Is there someone singing in the mountains? !
Lan Qiuchen was stunned at first, and then layers of goosebumps slowly broke out on her body. Someone is singing...in the mountains? !

He looked towards the top of the Sang family hill, was she singing? !
"Did you hear that?" When the old man saw this, he thought she had heard it too, and couldn't help but smile and frown. The hand resting on the armrest of the bamboo chair tapped rhythmically, while humming along, "The pole is long, the bench is wide, the pole wants to be tied to the bench..."

The looming sound coming from the woods is so nice!

It's clear and crispy, like a clear stream slowly flowing into people's hearts. Time passes by in a blur, as if I have returned to that hot childhood, when a group of children in the same village were playing under an old tree, humming this tongue twister:
"The pole is long and the bench is wide. I want to tie the pole to the bench, but the bench won't let me tie the pole to the bench..."

This tongue twister was learned by my childhood friends from the small shop at the entrance of the village next door. The small shop was opened by the richest families in several nearby villages. There was a radio there, which often played some popular songs of the year.

When she was a child, she would pass by when going to and from school, and she would hum a phrase or two after listening to it for a long time.

But she was envious of other friends who could sing a whole verse, but she was too busy. I am in a hurry every day and have no time to stop. God knows how much she envies those little friends. She has to go home every day after school to help her mother.

Cooking, washing the family's clothes, and feeding the family's poultry, including pigs and cows.

Grandma died early, and grandpa was lying in an old bed and couldn't move. After cooking, she had to feed her younger brothers and sisters and grandpa. She was already very busy, sometimes she even had no time to go to school, and the teacher would come to visit her home.

"I want to hear the sound of the wind blowing in the mountains, and see the fish swimming freely in the water..."

Yes, she really wanted to hear the rustle of the mountain wind blowing through the treetops, like the waves of a river. I wanted to see the fish and clams in the river in the village, and especially wanted to stop by the wall of the small shop and listen to the tongue twister.

But no, she has no time, and the daily housework seems to be endless day after day.

In addition to the people at home who have to take care of, the aunt on the father's side and the aunt and uncle on the mother's side have to go to other provinces to work, so their children were brought to her home.

"My parents said that I have grown up and am very capable. My younger brothers and sisters need me to take care of them..."

Recalling the past, the old man was lying on a bamboo chair, looking into the sky, with the corners of his eyes slightly moist.

But mom and dad, she doesn’t want to watch, she also wants to play. But her friends all laughed at her for looking like a little mother, busy going home and taking care of her babies every day...

No one in the village is willing to play with her. In fact, there are many little girls in the village who are as busy as her.

She once talked about her concerns with a young lady of a similar age and envied other young girls of the same age who had as much leisure as boys. But the young lady said with a smile that girls’ families all over the world are the same, and those sisters who are idle every day are the minority.

He also said that those little girls might not even know how to cook when they grow up, so what man would want them? But she was always envious in her heart, but she never mentioned that day to outsiders.

Because outsiders all talk the same way, a diligent girl will get into a good family in the future.

Not long after that, the work at home became too much and she dropped out of school.

Sometimes, I am really fed up and tell my grandma that she is so tired and doesn’t want to work anymore. Her grandmother often comforted her and said, just be patient and it will be fine when you grow up.

But grandma lied. The older she grew, the more work she had to do. Occasionally, when I complain, my grandma will say: Which girl doesn’t work? If you work harder, you will marry a good family in the future, and you won't have to be busy.

Grandma lied again. When she grew up, she married a man who everyone praised as a good man. From then on, she began to live a gyroscopic life, never having any leisure time.

"But Grandma, Grandma is so tired..." She was so tired that she couldn't think of anything every once in a while.

On the bamboo chair, the old man's slightly opened eyes were weeping.

But I can see that the children in my arms, on my back, and in my hands have not grown up yet. What will they do if their mother is gone?
"But grandma, grandma is really tired..."

The singing voice was melodious and powerful, as if shouting out the truest voice in my heart for myself. She was really tired. How she wanted to stop and take a look and take a rest!

But the pressure given by life is like someone taking a whip and whipping her when she wants to be lazy.

Even so, she still wanted to stop and line up with her friends on the field ridge and river embankment, playing squares and humming the tongue twister.

It's a pity that everything is too late, time is like running water, and there is no turning back.

The old village of my childhood has changed. The people who lived in the woods of my childhood are no longer the same people and my childhood friends...

"Juan'er!" Outside the sunny courtyard, in front of the tall old trees, several friends were standing under the mottled shade of the trees, calling her with smiles, "Come out and play!"

Eh? !

The old man's eyes widened in disbelief, hesitantly stood up, and murmured several people's names:
"A Niu, A Wei, A Qin..."

"Juan'er, come out to play and listen to music together!" The little friend waved to her.

The radio in the shop in the neighboring village was buzzing there every day, and it sounded great. She wanted to go, but there was still a lot of work to do at home. Look, grandma is busy drying edamame in the yard, and dad is busy in the fields and is away from home during the day.

"Ama——" The powerful singing voice entered her heart, giving her the courage to shout, "Ama!"

"Huh?" Grandma, who was immersed in her work, raised her eyes when she heard the sound and looked at her in surprise.

"I want to go out and play!" the little girl mustered up the courage to express.

After hearing this, the busy grandma smiled slightly on her sad and yellow face and nodded:
"Go."

The surprise came so suddenly. Just as the little girl was about to run out, a burly figure stepped into the yard. It was her father!
"Abba—" Qingyue's voice was so shocking that she couldn't help but shout, "Abba, I want to go out and play!"

"Go, go," the man came in carrying farm tools and urged, "Don't go into the river, there are monsters in the river catching children."

Ah, the little girl screamed with joy and ran out of the yard...

"Aunt..."

In the yard, looking at the breathless old man, his son and daughter-in-law knelt beside the chair and cried loudly. Lan Qiuchen couldn't help but shed tears.

The courtyard here is heartbroken, but where no one can see it, a few children happily jumped and left the village, singing as they ran:

"The pole is long and the bench is wide. I want to tie the pole to the bench..."

On the roof of the B&B, almost all strangers were standing, looking at the sky above the house in amazement. An old man said in an admiring tone:
"The old lady is gone."

The old lady is gone. She has no illness and no worries. She died a good death. There is also a great man who bids her farewell with the light of merit. Her destiny is stable for a smooth journey in the next life.

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