I Want to Hang Around in the Moon

Le Zhengling, who fell into a stubborn state, raised his head blankly, looking at his grandfather who appeared by his side at some unknown time, as if he still didn't understand what happened.

"Why don't you wake me up and ask?" Grandpa pushed aside the millet in Le Zhengling's hands, looked at those hands that were already a little ugly, and said in a voice that sounded a little cold.

Le Zhengling was taken aback by his stern gaze, then lowered her head a little shyly.

"Ling, do you know why we called it [Ling] when we named you back then?" Le Zhengling didn't raise his head, so he couldn't see what grandpa's expression was like now, but hearing his tone, it contained An indescribable will.

"Ling means to listen. We want you to listen carefully to the sounds of the world," when he said this, Grandpa covered Le Zhengling's ears with his warm hands, making him raise his head and move his lips Talking about something.

But Le Zhengling, who couldn't hear the sound because his ears were covered, could only look at him in bewilderment. Seeing this situation, Grandpa shook his head in disappointment, and then let him go.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand now. I hope that one day you will understand. You are my grandson and our irreplaceable treasure. I hope you will remember this." When Grandpa said these words, he deliberately turned to Turning around, the voice was full of sighs and vicissitudes, and the strong body was slightly decayed.

Seeing the grandfather in this state, Le Zhengling felt sour unconsciously. Although he didn't understand why he was treated like this, he still stepped forward and gently put his hand into the old man's.

"Grandpa, then you can teach me."

"Oh, that's fine. After all, you are my grandson, and my abilities cannot just be buried like this." The old man turned his head to look at Le Zhengling, smiled reassuringly, and then came to the stove again, "This time , let me do it, but next time, it will be your turn."

Le Zhengling nodded, woke up and watched his grandfather's movements with all his energy, and secretly decided in his heart that he must satisfy his grandfather next time.

"Ling, do you know why you failed?" Grandpa picked up a touch of millet and spread it on the palm of his hand.

"Because I don't know the trick?" Le Zhengling replied uncertainly.

"Wrong, the reason is that you don't believe you can do it." After saying this, Grandpa rubbed his hands again, and the millet was rolled into rice bran and coarse rice again.

"If you don't believe that you can make this reality with your own hands, then you will never succeed. No matter how stubborn you try and how much you want to succeed in your heart, if you don't believe in your heart that what is happening in front of you is reality No matter how many times you try, the result is the same."

Pour the rice bran and rough rice into the sieve, "The so-called ordinary people are people who have been conquered and tempered by the established food. Even if the facts are put in front of their eyes, they will choose to ignore them."

Speaking of this, Grandpa picked up a millet and put it in front of Le Zhengling, "People, like this millet, are wrapped in the so-called reality in the world. If you don't remove the outer shell, people can't see themselves clearly. "

"Then this rough rice is me?" Le Zhengling felt that what Grandpa said seemed to mean something.

"No, if rice bran is the outside world's perception of you, then the wrapped coarse rice is you in the family environment, you who are protected by your family, and you who are involved by your family."

Grandpa's tone was very erratic, even with an adult mind, he knew exactly what grandpa was talking about.

But then, grandpa rubbed the coarse rice with two fingers, and the coarse rice turned into pure white polished rice, "and stripping off everything brought about by birth, this is [you] that I think is you."

Le Zhengling picked up the polished rice and thought about it.

"So, do you think this is [you]?" Grandpa looked at Le Zhengling, as if looking forward to his answer.

"...Probably." Le Zhengling hesitated for a moment, and said in a tangled tone.

"Hehe, is it rare to be confused?" Grandpa didn't ask further, but just patted Le Zhengling's head twice with his hand.

"Okay, let me do it next. You just need to help wash the rice and cook." After finishing speaking, Grandpa ignored him and quickly ground the remaining millet into coarse rice.

Le Zhengling looked at the polished rice in his hand, walked back to his room, pinched the polished rice thoughtfully, and then rubbed the polished rice lightly with his index finger and thumb, the translucent surface of the polished rice was ground , snow-white rice heart.

The "rice heart" is the white core part of the rice. The rice is like undressing, and the rice clothes have to be worn off layer by layer, so the most central milky white part is obtained.

Putting this rice heart on the red envelope of New Year's money given to him by his grandfather, Le Zhengling felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

People, like millet, after peeling off layer by layer, what is left in the end is yourself?

What did grandpa want to tell himself this time?Does he know something?But after ten years of getting along, grandpa never showed anything strange, and I also think that I didn't show anything strange, so is this a coincidence or a hint?

At this time, he didn't notice the strangeness brought about by his rubbing just now.

After putting down Mi Xin, Le Zhengling put aside the thought just now and went downstairs to help grandpa prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.

Although grandpa said that as long as he washes the rice and cooks, he is still responsible for separating the coarse rice from the bran after the grandpa has finished grinding the coarse rice. But stopped him.

"Grandpa, what's the matter?" Holding the pot of coarse rice that had been cleaned, Le Zhengling asked in puzzlement.

"Well, after thinking about it, since it's a reunion dinner, let's eat it thinner." After finishing speaking, grandpa took away the cleaned coarse rice under the watchful eyes of Le Zhengling, washed his hands again, and rubbed it repeatedly Actions.

Then, the polished rice that I usually ate came out, but before Le Zhengling could say anything, Grandpa ground the polished rice again, left the rice heart, and handed the rice heart to Le Zhengling, "Come on, use this to cook... ..."

Looking at the familiar rice heart, Le Zhengling's eyes twitched, this thing is used to make wine, and even if it is cooked, each person is worth a bowl!

On this day, the two grandparents set up a sumptuous reunion dinner in the courtyard, lit two strings of red lanterns, and hung them on the pillars of the porch.

Looking at the fish, chicken, braised pork, rice bran cake, white porridge and rapeseed on the table.Le Zhengling hugged her small bowl, looking sullenly at the ultra-small rice in her bowl.

It was the first time in his two lives that he cooked with rice hearts. Looking at this bowl, he felt a little hard to swallow.

"What? Can't you eat?" Grandpa looked at him without moving his chopsticks.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you today?" Looking at the rice bran cakes on the table, the rice porridge cooked with a mixture of coarse and polished rice, and the rice heart rice in the bowl, Le Zhengling was a little uneasy.

Grandpa grinned, showing Le Zhengling's familiar expression. Seeing this expression, he was unconsciously relieved. Today's grandpa's behavior was too weird, which made him feel at a loss.

"Grandson, you are also ten years old. Grandpa won't be with you for a few years. There are some things I can't say clearly, and I don't want to say it clearly. This can only test your observation ability. After all, you are the only one left in the future. Let's go, if you are not careful, you may have a hard time."

Le Zhengling blinked inexplicably, looking at this unpredictable old man.

The old man was silent for a while, looking at the moon above his head, "I am a person who knows how to be content. Although this life has been rough, it is already enough happiness. The only thing I can't let go of is you, right?"

"Listen, no matter what happens in the future, you must remember to be yourself, and don't be influenced by rice bran, coarse rice, or even polished rice, but I don't want you to be a rice heart, because that will not make you happy."

At this time, Le Zhengling raised his head as if feeling something, and looked at the full moon above his head like his grandfather, "Then, what should I do to obtain happiness?"

Grandpa chuckled, "Well, how about making a hollow valley?"