Reborn In the 1990s

Walking on the road without shelter under the sun, Fang Ruixue felt that her head would smoke and burn in the next second. She narrowed her eyes and touched her head, which was hot.

It took Fang Ruixue nearly three hours to walk all the way from her own home to her grandmother's house. After all, her body is still a child, and her walking speed is not as fast as that when she was an adult.

This road, she used to walk. Sometimes with heavy, sometimes with joy. But whether it is heavy or happy, as long as the thought of the end of the road is Grandma's home, Fang Ruixue feels warm in his heart.

It's just warm. It was only a short period of more than ten years.

In the rice field not far away, there are people wearing straw hats to remove barnyard grass. Standing in the waist high seedlings, they bend down deeply. This deep bow seems to be the deep awe of farmers for the land.

Hu Qingshan's small courtyard door spread a piece of Golden Millet, in front of the big willow cicada is tirelessly calling. Li Deying is sitting in the shade at the door. In one hand, he held a fan and a long bamboo pole in the other to prevent the free range chickens from eating millet.

"Grandma." Fang Ruixue called out from afar.

"Ouch As soon as Li Deying saw her, she threw the bamboo pole to the side, got up and met her, "how come this point has come? I don't wear a hat. I don't want to bask in such a big sun? "

How can it not be dried? Fang Ruixue's face was red and sweat was still on her forehead.

"I forgot when I went out." Fang Ruixue said with a smile.

Li Deying almost dragged Fang Ruixue into the room. She poured a large cup of boiled water for her, and then went to get her a wet towel to wipe her face. Fang Ruixue stood in the small hall with enamel cup in his hand. The scene in front of her had not appeared for many years.

The yellow mud walls pasted with newspapers, the small dining table whose paint has completely peeled off, the rough statue of Guanyin on the cabinet, and the low door that clangs and clangs as soon as the wind blows are still familiar in memory.

Hu Qingshan and Li Deying live in a mud hut with three rooms in total. There is a small yard outside, built a shed, usually used for cooking. Standing in the hall and looking at the past, we can see everything in the house.

This is the house where the couple lived for more than 40 years. They raised three children here. They watched them form their own families. They never regretted to pay for their two sons until they passed away one after another. He has never left this shabby and shabby earth house to live in a bright brick house.

Thinking of this, Fang Ruixue's eyes appear the scene of a previous life, Li Deying lying in the dark and humid room, lying on the old wooden bed still smelling of mildew, quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

In fact, she did not witness the death of Li Deying. Because her cruel mother-in-law, because she broke her leg and needed to be taken care of. She left Fang Ruixue at home to take care of her and let her miss the opportunity to see Li Deying for the last time. When she rushed back, Li Deying was already lying in the coffin.

It was the first time that Fang Ruixue hated her cowardice and incompetence. Knowing that her grandmother was critically ill, she did not have the courage to resist her mother-in-law. Coming back to see her for the last time has become the biggest regret of her last life.

So this time, she must strive to change all this, not to let the old age of grandparents so miserable.

"Grandma, where's my grandfather?" Fang Ruixue wiped a drop of tears from her eyes and came out with a cup, staring at the pomegranate tree in the yard.

Like the family in Baishu village, there is a pomegranate tree in the yard, but the age of this one. It is much bigger than the one in Baishu village.

"It's pumped." Li Deying came over with a towel and raised her hand to paste Fang Ruixue's face.

"I'll do it myself." Fang Ruixue took the towel and handed the glass to Li Deying.

The water in the tank has not been exposed to the sun. It was so cool and comfortable that it just relieved the sour in her eyes. After wiping his face, Fang Ruixue took the place of Li Deying. Sitting at the gate, waving a bamboo pole with one hand and a fan in one hand. There is a broken red plastic bag tied on the tip of the bamboo pole. When waving, it is snoring in the wind.

Li Deying cooks in the yard. When she occasionally makes a noise, Fang Ruixue will look back. But more often, her attention is still on the pomegranate tree full of fruit in the yard.

The heavy pomegranates pressed the thin branches and bent the branches down. There were two branches with too much fruit. In order to prevent the branches from being broken after they were mature, Hu Qingshan made two supports to support them. Now the pomegranate fruit is still green. But just looking at the green fruit, Fang Ruixue can already imagine what a beautiful scene it will be when they are mature.

Pomegranate is Fang Ruixue's mother's favorite fruit, so she will choose to plant such a pomegranate tree in the yard of her new home after getting married, but now the pomegranate tree is still there. Her people are no longer there.

Fang Ruixue has very little memory of her biological mother. After all, she died too early, and she was too young at that time. Many things were heard from others. In fact, Hu Qingshan and his wife did not want to mention their early death daughter.Sitting at the gate of the yard, Fang Ruixue held her cheek in her hand, remembering her poor mother in her memory, and thinking about how to make herself rich and make her life better for her grandparents.

As she sat there, she was distracted. A man was walking towards this side, passing by the millet drying place, and "yelling" twice drove away the two old hens who were walking on one side.

"Xiao Xue, drive away the chickens! What kind of God is it The man looked at the motionless Fang Ruixue and called out.

Fang Ruixue this just returned to God, waving the bamboo pole in his hand, stood up and called out to the visitor: "big aunt."

Wang Aiping, Fang Ruixue's great aunt, is a tall woman with white skin and a little loud voice. Fang Ruixue didn't like her very much since she was a child, because this person always treats Fang Ruixue bitterly and unkindly.

"Is this a cure? You really like your grandmother, too! As soon as the disease is good, you will come again. People who don't know think you are the child of this family! " Wang Aiping stood at the door and said a few words in a strange way. Then she entered the door.

When Fang Ruixue didn't hear that, he raised his bamboo pole and yelled. It was clear that no chicken came to eat millet. He didn't know who he wanted to drive away.