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When Xiao Huang came in, he took out the contents of the bamboo basket, a bowl of white porridge and a plate of scrambled eggs with green peppers. It didn't taste good either.

"Actually, you don't have to bring me breakfast."

I reluctantly looked at the food in front of me. I really didn't have any appetite. If his mother made this, I'm sorry, but I still think it's really hard for him to eat his mother's food every day.

"It's okay, I forgot to leave food for you yesterday, and you don't have anything to eat here."

He handed me the chopsticks, I had no choice but to take the chopsticks and start eating breakfast.

The eggs were overcooked and very salty, and the pickles were even more salty and spicy. I hurriedly took a sip of the porridge to suppress the saltiness, but I didn't expect the rice in the porridge to be undercooked.

Trying hard to swallow the half-cooked white rice porridge, I picked up a chopstick of egg and chewed it without chewing it. I ate breakfast at the fastest speed in my life.

Seeing that I was eating, Xiao Huang, who was sitting opposite me, smiled. When he smiled, he would show his white teeth, and his eyes were narrowed into slits. He really looked like the black and white puppy that my grandmother used to raise.

Speaking of which, that puppy should have died long ago, right?

Because what happened in my dream last night reminded me of my grandmother raising a puppy.

I don’t know how many different breeds of dogs are mixed together. My grandmother accidentally discovered it when she was tidying the vegetable garden in the early morning. I don’t even know why such a puppy appeared in our vegetable garden.

The grandmother brought the shivering puppy home, cleaned him carefully and fed him food.

The puppy that was just picked up was so weak that the family thought that it would not be able to survive, but miraculously, under the careful care of the grandmother, the puppy survived healthy and healthy.

There was a time when that puppy was so close to me that I would secretly hug him to sleep regardless of my parents’ objections. When I left the village and moved to the city, the saddest thing for me was to be separated from him , desperately persuading my parents to take him away, but at that time he was already a strong and large dog. In the end, my parents did not agree to my request and left him with my grandfather and grandmother.

After arriving in the city, the novelty of a child always dissipates very quickly. At first, I missed him very much, and then I completely forgot about him. Up to now, I can’t even remember the name of the dog.

Because I don’t want to see the picture of him eating my leftovers, and because I’m really hungry, I ate up the unpalatable breakfast he brought, worrying whether it would spoil my stomach .

"Aren't you going to work in the town? I'll take you there."

Xiao Huang said to me while packing the dishes.

"Ah..." I looked at him in a little confusion, and then recalled the reason for prevaricating him yesterday, "No, it's just a demolition company. I can just call and contact you. I'll visit your parents today."

"Demolition company?" Xiao Huang stopped his hands and looked at me suspiciously, "You want to demolish this place?"

For a moment, I seemed to see resentment and anger in his eyes.

"Well, the land is going to be sold, but the buyer doesn't want to be responsible for the demolition."

"Why are you selling this place?"

"No one lives there, isn't it? What's the point of leaving an empty house here?"

I looked at him incomprehensibly, wondering why he was so aggressive, and then thought, does his family think that this house will belong to them when my grandmother passed away?

Thinking of this, I looked at him with a little scrutiny.

Indeed, for the funeral that their family helped to organize, it is said that my grandmother also thanked their family for their care. After I came back, she entertained me so enthusiastically that she even did not hesitate to cause me trouble. If it is not profitable, how can anyone be willing to do these things.

"Thank you very much for your family's help over the years, and I will give you a thank you gift."

I talked to him detachedly, seeing that his wheat-colored skin was flushed red from shame or anger.

If I can, I can even give all the money from selling the land to their family. Although this is a lot of money for me, in fact, I never thought that I would suddenly get such an asset.

Perhaps they really did put a lot of effort into looking after my grandmother over the years.

Xiao Huang panted heavily, as if trying to calm down his anger, he sat down on the chair, looked at the ground, and completely ignored me.

I could only sit on the sidelines and watch him, and the scene became very embarrassing.

"I'm going back."

Just when I didn't know how to continue this situation, Xiao Huang suddenly stood up and said something sad.

Before I could stop him, I saw him lift the bamboo basket, slumped his shoulders, and shuffled back to his truck.

For a moment, I felt a little guilty. Maybe I should explain all this in a more tactful way. My behavior just now seemed to point out that their family was greedy for my ancestral house.

The dilapidated truck gradually moved away from my house, as if even the body was covered with a layer of sadness.

Looking at it like this, my sense of self-blame was getting deeper and deeper, and I hurried upstairs, after a hasty wash, I dug out the thank you gift I brought from the suitcase, and ran out.

After walking for a while in the direction the truck left, I suddenly remembered that I had no idea where his family lived.

I tried my best to recall the things in my childhood, but I couldn't think of any distant relatives in the village who made good friends.

Although most of the villagers are related by blood, but because the grandmother is very withdrawn, she seldom interacts with other people.

As a last resort, I had to ask the people in the village.

I hurried to the square in the middle of the village, and sure enough there were many old people sitting under the big tree who came out for activities after breakfast.

I walked over to ask about Xiao Huang, and everyone looked at me in a daze and vigilantly. After I said that I was the grandson of the Ye family, everyone showed friendly smiles.

"Oh, it's Xiaotang. When did you come back? Last time I saw you, you were still a child."

All the old people came over and greeted me happily, asking about life in the city and my personal affairs.

It didn't take long for some younger people to gather around, and the short ones in the parents seemed to want to have a long chat with me.

"My grandma's funeral has not been finished yet, and there are still many things to deal with, so I want to ask, where does Xiao Huang live, who is doing the funeral for our family?"

He quickly interrupted everyone's topic, and found a reason to say that he was busy now.

When the villagers heard what I said, they all looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Which little Akira?"

One of the uncles asked me with a thick accent.

I tried my best to recall Xiao Huang's last name, and then suddenly remembered that he never told me my last name.

"Has Mrs. Ye passed away? Hey, it's been a lifetime of suffering."

Another middle-aged woman holding a child looked sad.

For a moment I was a little taken aback.

No matter how withdrawn my grandmother was, she was still polite when getting along with the villagers, she just didn't want to get close to them.

How could no one even know about his death?

"Xiao Huang, it's my relative who runs a timber factory at home."

My tone was a little anxious, and I said more information.

The villagers still looked at each other in blank dismay, looking at me a little weirdly.

"There is no timber factory in our village."

"Yes." Another old man who had been sitting under the big tree without making a sound spoke suddenly. Everyone looked over and saw that the old man stretched out his finger and looked in the direction of his finger. It was an abandoned house on the top of the mountain. "The people who lived in that house were engaged in lumber. Later, when the war started, their whole family moved away."

The old man's words made the atmosphere in the crowd feel a little weird. It was obviously a damp and hot weather in late spring, but they only felt a little bit of coolness.

"Maybe I remembered it wrong. I just talked to him once on the phone."

I quickly broke the silence.

"Auntie Ye's funeral has already been done? Was it done in the city?"

"Your parents are alright, you should come back more often."

The villagers began to talk to each other again, I quickly lied that I still had a lot of things to deal with and escaped, and walked all the way back to my door.

Recalling what the old man in the village said just now, I looked up at the old house on the top of the mountain, and then at the road that Xiaohuang drove away. Childhood memories suddenly appeared in my mind. Isn’t this road the way up the mountain? ?