Yinsi guest

A few days before the Chinese New Year, I received a call from my father, saying that the house in my hometown was going to be demolished after the Chinese New Year, and I was asked to go back and do the sum.

In fact, the matter is very simple. The house in my hometown is not big, and the demolition is based on the number of people in the household registration book, 180 square meters per person.Because of the demolition and relocation of the land in my hometown for many years, I moved back after graduating from university, so I can divide [-] square meters.What my father meant was to spend some money to buy some square meters and get two houses.

Because the demolition households have a discount for buying a house, [-] square meters, which is half the price of selling outside, and the extra apartment can be resold after getting the key, and can also make a fortune.Of course, this matter is also a reason, the old couple actually want me to go home to spend a new year together, lively and lively.

My hometown is actually only about 160 miles away. I get up in the morning and take the high-speed train for 10 minutes, then transfer to the bus, and I will be there in a few stops.When I got out of the car, I saw my parents standing in the cold wind and waiting. My eyes were still wet. Because of work, I didn’t come back several times a year. Thinking about it, it was really unfilial.The father took the luggage and walked ahead, while the mother asked all the way, and the three returned home in a while.

The house has not changed at all, with a small courtyard surrounded by several bungalows. There is a big elm tree in the courtyard, a stone table under the tree, and a small well in front of the stone table.When I was young, I would do my homework on the stone table every day, and my mother would wash clothes and vegetables by the well, and so many years have passed.The house is still clean and tidy. My mother loves to be clean. She just scrubs and washes when she has nothing to do every day. It has not changed in decades, and there is never a trace of dust in the house.

In my house, the sheets and bed covers are all freshly washed, and the quilt is filled with fresh cotton quilts under the sheets.I am still not used to wearing coral fleece or silk quilts, so I miss the quilts from my hometown, and this time I am satisfied.

When my mother heard that I was hungry, she quickly went to the stove to fry a bowl of fried rice with eggs. The rice grains were golden yellow, and the eggs were slightly yellow and white. The little green onion dotted in between made the whole bowl of rice more fragrant.After dinner, my father beckoned me to go out of the house, and the two came to the courtyard one after another.

Father said: "Mu Ye, do you have any objection to our demolition?"

I was afraid of my father since I was a child, so I quickly replied: "No problem, do you have the money to buy a house?"

"Don't worry about this. The village has confiscated our family's land, 1 yuan per mu. How much do you have for our family's four acres of land? In addition to those riversides, roadbeds, and wasteland, everyone in the village can live again. Get more than [-] yuan, and there are three people in our family, and another [-] yuan, don’t worry about the money!” My father’s accounts are very clear, so I have nothing to worry about.

"Let's go, buy two Su cigarettes!" Father went out again.

"What are you doing buying cigarettes? You've been quitting for so many years, and I don't smoke either!" I followed behind and asked.In fact, I smoke, but I basically don't smoke when I go home, so I say I don't smoke anymore.

Father turned his head, pointed to the old village on the other side of the river and said, "Go and see your little grandpa! If you come back to see him, he doesn't blame me!"

Speaking of the little grandpa, he lives in the old official village behind.As for why it is called Laoguanzhuang, it turned out that hundreds of years ago, there was a big family named Yang in my hometown. All the descendants of the Yang family were high officials in the Kuomintang government, so this village is called Laoguanzhuang.

There is also a legend in Laoguanzhuang that the ancestors of the Yang family used to bury a jar of gold and silver in a secret place in the village every time a high-ranking official came out, in order not to make future generations suffer.

Of course, this is just a legend, because there are still many descendants of the Yang family living in the village, but no one has ever heard of any gold and silver being dug out. The garden is completely surrounded by high walls, and a green brick road runs through it.The big stone lion in front of the gate, the horse-mounted stone, and all kinds of furniture and utensils in the house were smashed during the anti-three-anti-five-anti movement. Now there is only a yard and a few empty houses left, and my little grandpa Just live in it.

Why does he live there?There is another story, the little grandfather participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, was injured and made meritorious service and returned to the local area, and the local government allocated the house to him.The place where the little grandpa was injured was quite embarrassing. After he recovered from his injury, he never got married. Naturally, he had no children and grandchildren. After retiring, he became even more deserted.There are fewer and fewer young people in the village, and usually only his father and a few uncles visit him.

When I come back this time, I naturally want to visit the elders. Besides, I did not miss the benefits of the old man when I was young. Most of the good things from the retired cadres went into my stomach.When I was studying, my family had financial difficulties, and I borrowed a lot of money from the old man to help him. This relationship made my father even more grateful, and he cared and respected the old man very much.

After buying cigarettes and alcohol, the two came to the front of the old house.Father took out the key and opened the courtyard door.Pushing open the thick courtyard gate, everything in the courtyard is still so familiar. There are two peach trees, a pear tree, a jujube tree and a pomegranate tree on both sides of the Qingshi Road, each of which has a history of at least 20 years. , because as long as I can remember, I have been thinking about every kind of fruit in this yard. As long as it starts to bear fruit, I will come to see it every day, and let my grandpa pick it for me when it is ripe.Therefore, these tall and bare tree trunks really make me feel that time flies and time flies.

The first building is the place where the owner meets guests. It is said that there was a whole set of mahogany tables and chairs, jade screens, and colorful porcelain vases in the huge space... Now it is empty, and the rice harvested by each family is piled up in a corner. The sacks of grain piled there only took up a small area.Passing through the first building is a patio, with a small garden in the middle, connected by corridors on both sides, along the corridor to the second building, downstairs is the place where grandpa eats, paved with square stone bricks about [-] centimeters wide and narrow The finished ground is still left by the original old house, and it is still intact and smooth after so many years.

There is an old-fashioned Eight Immortals table and four benches in the whole downstairs, which is deserted.I remember when I was a child, my grandpa spread out a mat and took a nap with me on the ground in the summer when I was a child. It was very cool, and the breeze passing through the hall was very refreshing.A wooden staircase on the west wall connects the upstairs and the downstairs. It is also left from the old house, and it feels creaky when you step on it.Each step of the stairs is relatively flat and slowly extends upwards, so that there are many more steps, which are completely different from the floors of other old houses.There are four pillars under the stairs, and the bottom of the pillars is pressed with round bluestone. Although it is old, it still looks very strong.

As soon as he stepped on the stairs, the little grandpa upstairs asked who was coming.Father replied: "It's me, bringing Mu Ye to see you."

"Oh, Xiaoye is back! Come up quickly!" The little grandpa's old voice came from upstairs.

Although I tried to walk as lightly as possible, the stairs still creaked.The flying fine dust is clearly visible under the sunlight cast in through the transom, as if telling the life of the old house.

The second floor is well preserved, and there are not many usable rooms. One is for my grandpa, and the other is locked all the year round. The mottled rust on the old-fashioned lock tells me that no one has been in or out for many years.

The doors and windows of my grandpa’s room are all facing south. Although the winter sun is weak, it still spreads obliquely on the wooden floor and half an old-fashioned wooden bed. The pattern carving on the wooden bed is still very fine, although it is still shiny after many years. Shiny with no signs of decay.This bed is said to have been made in the late Qing Dynasty, and it has been used for nearly 100 years, so I don't know if it is true or not.

The little grandpa was sitting with his back against the head of the bed, and he was still wearing his baby-like military overcoat. The military kettle on the bedside cabinet was filled with liquor without asking. More natural than drinking water.

I greet my little grandpa respectfully, and I haven’t seen him for more than half a year, but my grandpa is still in good spirits, with short silver-white hair and a rosy face, he looks very healthy.

The little grandpa got up, took out a few walnuts from under the pillow, and stuffed them into my hands. The walnuts were already very polished, so they must have been rubbed often.I have loved to eat walnuts since I was a child. My grandpa put away the walnuts in the yard when they were ripe, and turned them in his hands until the outer skins were rotten. Only when they turned smooth would he give them to me.These must have been hidden for a long time, just to keep them for me. Thinking of this makes me feel warm again. The relatives in my hometown are the warmest and safest harbor!

The little grandpa asked me about my work situation, urged me to start a family and start a business quickly, and said that I must hug my great-grandson in my lifetime, and before I knew it, more than an hour passed.It was almost noon, my grandpa asked us to have dinner in the old house, so everyone came downstairs again, my grandpa took out two bottles of white wine, and some side dishes such as peanuts and dried tofu, and invited us to drink Well, as for the food, I will let my dad call back and my mom will send it to me at random, just like a normal meal.

Usually I seldom drink alcohol, but this time the little grandpa insisted on me drinking some, and poured me about two or three taels of white wine. fainted.I don't drink well, and when I drink, I drift off, and when I drift off, I feel sleepy.

"Hey, Xiao Yezi's drinking capacity is still the same after being out for a few years, and she hasn't improved at all!" The little grandpa was very happy to see me drunk, just like when I stole his wine and passed out on the stairs when I was a child.

"Yeah, I can't drink enough, I have to practice!" My father also said.

"Go upstairs if you want to sleep, and sleep on my bed! Your mother brings food, we call you!"

After hearing what the little grandpa said, I leaned on the wall and went upstairs step by step. When I came to the little grandpa's room, I fell on the bed. I vaguely saw the little grandpa coming to take off my shoes and cover me with a quilt. .Although it is an old quilt, my grandpa likes to clean it very much. There is no peculiar smell at all. It is very comfortable and warm. My heart is also warm, and I fell asleep soon.