Back To the Small Fishing Village In 1982

  Fortunately, his surname is simple, and the two characters Ye San are just a few strokes, which is much easier to write than the three characters Ye Yaodong.

   "Are you alright, Dad? Everything is fine here."

   "It's almost the same for me, just let it dry and wait for it to dry."

  Ye Yaodong put all the brushes back into the corresponding bucket, looked at the watch on his wrist, and did some casual work. It was past 12 o'clock, and he and his father were working there at the same time.

"what time is it?"

   "It's past 12 o'clock, and it should be about the same if it is left to dry for more than two hours. It's okay if the color fades a little."

   "Well, tidy up your things and push them back with the cart first. When the tide rises later, I will come out with you and drive to town with you. The two of you can have a companion."

  For such a big matter, leaving him alone, Father Ye can't rest assured, no matter what, he has to watch the whole time.

   One person counts short, two counts long.

   Ye Yaodong also has no objection.

  Seeing that his father had already sorted the tools there, he started circling around the fishing boat again.

After going around and around, he said: "Father, there seems to be a lot of white paint left, let's use it to paint the cabin, anyway, the cabin is on the top, and it is not afraid of soaking in water if it is not dry. It is a thorough change. , put another coat of paint here to make it even more unrecognizable."

   "It's okay, then before the tide is high, let's even clean the cabin by the way."

  Ye Yaodong touched the part that was first painted, and found that it was dry, so he climbed into the boat from there and asked his father to hand him the paint bucket.

   "Then you brush here first, I will push the cart back and come back."

   "Okay, let's ride the bike out by the way."

  Father Ye frowned, "It's only a long way, and I still need to ride a bicycle? My feet are not so expensive, so I still need to ride a bicycle? The beach is not where I want to go... I'm not afraid of seawater corrosion and rust..."

   "Hey, no... I want you to push the bike over and put it on the boat."

  He is a bit lazy, but he doesn’t come to the beach to ride a bicycle. It’s not easy to ride on the beach because it’s full of sand.

   "When I finish painting, the tide will almost be high, so let's sail directly to the town, and when we come back, can we really walk on two legs?"

   "It's late at night, I'm already tired enough, we haven't closed our eyes all day and night, you know? It's not hard, I'm almost exhausted, my eyelids are already fighting, and I rely on one breath to support it."

   "After the boat docks at the pier in the town, let's move the bicycles onto the road. It will be easier to ride back. It will probably be dawn by then."

  Father Ye finally understood why he wanted a bicycle.

   "It's okay to take a walk, the town is not far from the village... This bicycle rides on the beach and there is sea water... I don't feel bad at all..."

   "Why do you feel bad, at worst, rinse it with fresh water and wipe it again when you get back from riding. Isn't the car just for riding when you buy it? Don't you still treat it like a treasure? You have to use it when you need it, otherwise why buy it?"

  Father Ye just read a few words in distress, and left without saying anything later, pushing the cart.

  Ye Yaodong shook his head, picked up a brush and started to be his painter again, humming a song.

Not to mention, the whole cabin looks much better after a little brushing. Although it looks a little bumpy when you get closer, but don’t pay attention to it at this time. As long as the words can be covered up, these details are not important. .

  Anyway, the color matching looks good from a distance, and it just looks new from a distance.

  He carefully did not spare even the corner seams, and brushed off the rusty hinges, paying attention to the details. Anyway, if he had time, he would be idle.

  Father Ye pushed the cart to the yard, and then went into the house to push the bicycle, but when he slammed the bicycle foot brake, Lin Xiuqing, who was sleeping, was awakened.

  She thought it was Ye Yaodong who had come back, so she got up and put on a coat and went out, but she saw Father Ye walking out with a bicycle.

   "Dad?"

   "Well, haven't you slept yet?"

   "It's so late, where are you pushing your bicycle? Where's Adong? Why haven't you come back yet?"

   "Well, he's still busy. We haven't finished our work yet. We still have something to do. Come back later and let him tell you."

  Lin Xiuqing could kill a fly with a frown. It seems that it is already past 12 o'clock. What can I do so much that I still have to go outside by bike?

  They have been sleepless for almost a day and a night, why is it so important?

   "What are you busy with, Dad?"

   "When he comes back to tell you, you will know, I will not be free, and I have to help him, so let's go first."

  Lin Xiuqing walked out behind Father Ye, stood at the door, and watched him hurriedly push the bicycle towards the beach, and wondered even more, what was he doing pushing the bicycle towards the beach so late at night?

  She couldn't figure it out after thinking about it. If she wanted to transport things, she would use a scooter. Why push a bicycle?

  What are they going to do?

   Or what is Adong doing again?

  The behavior of the father and son today looks extremely strange.

  The more she thought about it, the more puzzled she became, and the more she thought about it, the weirder she became, and she felt that her brain was not enough.

   But it looks like it should be very important, right? Otherwise, they wouldn't have been busy working outside until now, and, looking at it like this, they weren't going to go to sea at night.

   Don’t know what you’re busy with?

  Lin Xiuqing shook her head and didn't think too much about it. Anyway, having his father around and watching him made people feel more at ease.

  She bolted the courtyard door again, and closed the house. Anyway, they would call the door when they came back from work.

   It's just that she didn't expect that it would be dawn when the father and son came back.

  When people get old, they feel less. The old lady wakes up early in the morning to cook porridge, and then waters the vegetable field.

  The chickens and ducks at home have been cuddling for a while, and there is no need to feed the chicks and ducklings there.

  Just as she finished watering the vegetable field, she heard a knock on the courtyard door.

"Who is it? It's early in the morning, and you knock on the door just after dawn...Why is it so urgent, can't you come to the door until it is early in the morning? This early in the morning, everyone is asleep, just Come knock on the door..."

  The old lady walked to the door and opened it, but her eyes widened.

   "Dongzi? Why are you outside? You didn't come back last night? Why did you go? Why didn't you come back last night? Hey, why didn't you come back until now?"

  The old lady was very surprised by the series of questions. She stepped forward and pulled him to take a closer look. Her eyes were full of fatigue and dark circles, and her eyes were bloodshot.

   "Did you stay up all night and run around outside? What did you do?"

  He waved his hand, "It's okay, I have important things to work on, and I'm done now."

   "Come in first, come in first, and talk later."

  Ye Yaodong nodded, first pushed the bicycle into the yard, "Let Ah wash it later, wipe it dry and then push it back into the house."

   "Okay, okay, you go to rest first, you didn't sleep at night, did you? Look at your eyes are red."

   "Well, it's okay, don't worry."

"Don't be in a hurry. You are tired. I said why I woke up early in the morning and saw baskets of shells on the cart in the yard. Did the two of you bring them back last night? You don't have to stay up all night. Ah, how tiring, this thing is worthless, there are a lot of it everywhere, it is not worth your hard work."

  The old lady was so distressed that she kept talking to her side.

   "I can't stay up late like this anymore. My body is my own. What should I do if it breaks down? Don't rely on your youth. When you get old, you will know the suffering..."

  Ye Yaodong rubbed his temples after parking his bicycle, and looked at the old lady helplessly, "Okay, I see, I have important things to do, you old man doesn't understand."

   "Then you should go back to the house and go to sleep. If you have anything to do, wait until you wake up."

   "Sleep later."

  He still has work to do.

  The big show will start this afternoon, and the theater troupe will come over in the morning, so he has to move the chairs at home to occupy a seat in advance.

  The family is full of old and weak women and children. His father and he have been busy all night. If they lie down to sleep, they will not wake up until noon at least.

   While he is still awake, reserve a good seat for them first, otherwise there will be no good seat after moving the stool over after dawn.

   It’s rare to sing a big opera in the village for five days. How rare. The family members have never seen the world. You need a good location to have a better experience.

  He went in and out, and removed the barnacle spat from the cart.

  Because his father was in a hurry at night, he pushed it in the yard and ran out again, without saying to unload the things first.

   "Why are you moving these things again? I told you everything, and there will be time to work again after dawn." The old lady hurried forward to stop him.

   "No, I want to vacate the cart, move a few more stools at home and pull them over to reserve seats in advance."

   "It's okay, it's dawn, just ask your mother or Ah Qing to move two stools over there, you go to bed first, don't do it, don't do it, this is too heavy, wait for you to sleep enough before taking it off."

  The old lady held his hand and refused to let him move any more, and pulled him into the house.

  Ye Yaodong had no choice but to keep up.

  The stools at home are all made of wood. The solid wood is quite heavy.

"Forget it, then I'll take two first. The two children probably won't be able to sit still, and they don't need to run and jump. Move two. You and Ah Qing will have a good place to sit and watch in the afternoon... um... move it The chairs are ready, one armchair and one stool..."

   This time Ye Yaodong broke away from the old lady's hand, and before she could respond, he grabbed the stool and armchair in the room first, and then walked out.

"Hey, you child, why are you still thinking about this matter all the time? You said not to worry, just let your mother take two of them later, and you won't listen to what you say. You haven't closed your eyes for more than a day and a night... "

   "It's not too late, I'll go to sleep when I get back."

   They had been looking forward to watching the play for many days. If they hadn't made proper arrangements, how could he lie down?

   At this time, the old man who watched the temple probably got up too, so he moved there earlier to take a good seat, so he could come back to sleep earlier.