Allure

Chapter 7

"Old Zuo, your body doesn't match your age, you walk like flying."

A split middle-aged man gasped and boasted. He was used to driving and walking. He was sweating on his forehead after taking a few steps. Top, protruding belly, shortness of breath, and overnutrition are notable features.Originally, this job was not done by the leader, but the political mission set by the mayor's office was to accompany the family's returning home God of Wealth, so he gritted his teeth and insisted on walking all the way up the mountain with a smile on his face.

The old man with his hands behind his back and supported by his daughter turned around and smiled, and said modestly: "Old man, when I was born, the RB devils were raiding Luzhou. How many years have passed, a lifetime of life, a fall of grass and trees, and the sun will fade away in the blink of an eye."

While sighing, her footsteps kept going, with a strong sense of closeness to her hometown. The girl supporting the old man turned around and took a look. The person who spoke was Minister Xu from the Municipal Propaganda Department, who accompanied her to visit her hometown.The local minister waved his hand, and the administrator of the reservoir area came up. At this time, he asked the administrator in a low voice. Where did they all move to, but the time goes back to 20 years ago, and the administrator may not be able to explain in detail.

In addition to a minister and the deputy mayor, there were also two young people from the Propaganda Department and the Municipal Party Committee Office. They were young and paid more attention to the old daughter of Zuo. Compared with the impression of the opposite sex in my heart, I can't find anyone who is better than her. The conversation is very elegant, and she is the kind of lady who smiles without showing her teeth.Ladies are rare in the first place, and even more rare is a beautiful lady. If the word "family background" is added before "beautiful", then such a woman is not something this small staff can look up to.

Both of them were voyeurs. Occasionally, when they looked at each other, they both smiled knowingly, and one of them changed the subject in a low voice: "Chen Lin, isn't Mr. Zuo invited by China Merchants? Why did you transfer us?" Come out and accompany me."

"It's a two-pronged approach. Zuo Xirong, the investor in Aluminum Zinc Chemical Industry, is Zuo Lao's eldest daughter. Zuo Lao himself has a lot of research on folk culture. I heard from Minister Xu that he seems to want to build a folk culture center in Luzhou area. , this soft indicator will fall to our Propaganda Department." Another said the intention.However, the companion glanced at Ms. Zuo again, obviously not thinking about culture, so she turned the topic back and asked in a low voice: "I've met Mr. Zuo, he's over 40, look at how old Ms. Zuo is? Could it be Mrs. Zuo's sister?"

The implication is that one is gray-haired and the other is in her twenties. The age gap looks like a grandfather and grandson. The one who knew the truth smiled and explained in a low voice: "The eldest girl was born to his ex-wife, and the youngest daughter was raised by a young mother... ...I heard that Mr. Zuo was married three times. All cultural people are like this."

The two dared not speak loudly, snickered and followed slowly.Those in front were relatively silent. Except for Minister Xu who was a little older, the deputy mayor was a young cadre in his forties. Obviously, he had nothing in common with this old man who was said to be a retired professor from a university in the south. Except for the daily politeness, which is respectful and respectful, it seemed a little cold. The deputy mayor managed to greet him when he was about to reach the top of the mountain. When he casually asked about the relatives of Mr. Zuo's family, the old man with white hair and childlike face said as he walked:

"...There are no people left. An uncle passed away in the 70s. That was the last time I came back here. When I came back, there were still a few families in the village. Now they have all moved. It's been a long time since the past century... I was born When I was young, my mother was a cadre of the Women’s Rescue Society, and my father was a teacher at the Second Branch of the Anti-Japanese University. It was not far from here in Wuxiang, not far from the former headquarters of the Eighth Route Army. The second generation, but at that time the red second generation did not have a good life. The feelings I can remember are one is hungry and the other is fear. …After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, there was another civil war, and here was the main battlefield of the Shangdang Campaign. I was still carried by my grandmother and hid in the cellar every day. At that time, it was more fierce to catch Ding Lafu. One of my childhood playmates was only twelve or thirty I was a little taller, but I was taken away and served in the national army... Until the liberation of the whole country, my parents went south with the army. When they left, they named me Nanxia. When my grandmother died at the age of 13, they It was only then that I was taken to Fujian, and I only started going to school at that time..."

The old man was talking, Xu Xu was talking about trifles, and they were more exaggerating the memory of the war. Since ancient times, the people of the Shangdang Party have been strong, and the suffering they suffered in the war was particularly serious, but that tragic war has passed for more than half a century. , Even if you talk about it, no one may add grief, time will overwhelm all memories.

Seeing that her father was a bit lethargic and chattering, daughter Zuo Xiying changed the subject and said: "Dad, when I was young, I always listened to you telling stories about our hometown, and seeing it with my own eyes, it is much better than I imagined, not worse than Gulangyu Island. , especially the mountains and water here, the environment is so good, it has greatly overturned my previous impression of the north."

"Of course, there is only the water in the mirror lake in front of the door. The spring breeze does not change the old waves. It's a good place. Dad was very monkey when he was a child. He went up the mountain to pick fruits and went down to the river to touch fish and shrimp. This is where there used to be a lot of wild peach trees halfway up the mountain. .As soon as your grandma couldn't find me, she stood on the top of the mountain and shouted...Shan baby, you came back to pick you up and brought you delicious food, come back soon..."

When the old man Zuo made a gesture, his childlike innocence grew, but his words were in the authentic Luzhou dialect, and he called "Dad" as "Da". , but what I saw was a lush hilltop with a big rock protruding from it, which was almost the commanding height of the surrounding area, overlooking the entire reservoir area. Looking back, my father stopped, with a smile on his face, I don’t know when Squeezing out a drop of turbid old tears, the daughter was stunned, and she would be persuaded to fail.The old man wiped his eyes and covered it up quietly.

"It's right there, that's our home..."

At the top of the mountain, the old man stopped, pointed tremblingly, and shouted.What it points to is a collapsed stone-built mud house, with horsetail grass that has withered and yellowed for many years on the height, and wormwood that is newly greened on the ground.The wind-swept former residence has already become ruins for the wanderers who are too late to wait for their return home.

In an instant, Zuo Nanxia burst into tears, trembling and trembling, he was no longer steady up the mountain, and his footsteps were staggering. His daughter Zuo Xiying and his entourage rushed to help him, but the old man pushed away the crowd, and stepped forward tremblingly, holding the decayed The door frame, sobbing, sat down slowly, grasped a handful of wasteland with trembling hands, took a deep breath, as if smelling the smell of hometown, big turbid old tears dripped on the hands full of veins, Dripping on the black and yellow homeland, her chest heaved and choked, and she couldn't control her tears for a while. The daughter hurriedly took out a suction bottle and handed it up, but was blocked by her father, not only blocked her daughter, but also blocked everyone who came forward. .

No one stepped forward to disturb them, and watched the old man leaning against the door frame seemingly distraught, calling grandma and parents, chattering and shedding old tears, and when he regained consciousness for a while, murmured Said: "Let me be quiet...Let me be quiet...I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

For a long time, this Professor Zuo gave everyone the impression of kindness, open-mindedness, and calmness. I didn't expect that he was joking and laughing just now, and exchanged tears in a blink of an eye. However, no one felt that there was any shame in this old tear. I am more kind and respectful to this kind old man.

After sitting for a while, he got up and wiped his eyes.Slowly patrolling, walking slowly along the village road that is no longer visible, as if searching hard in memory, whether there is still the crowing of the rooster from the east, the barking of the dog from the west, and the sound of relatives Calling, whether he can still remember the sound of guns and guns that often brought him nightmares, slowly, the figure disappeared in the village full of ruins.

Daughter Zuo Xiying whispered to the accompanying people: "It's okay, my father likes to be quiet, let him be quiet for a while, let's see more, I haven't been here for decades, I keep talking about..."

So a group of people waited silently, waiting for this nostalgic old man, only the daughter followed her father gently, followed in silence like that, looking for what made her father so unforgettable in the ruined ruins. memories of...

[When the two Ku Klux Klan one day, hehe...then it's time for beautiful women and delicious food, there are flavors and colors! 】

(End of this chapter)