happy looking back

. "The middle-aged woman talked about the riot that night with lingering fear. When she mentioned that no one dared to help Grandma Huang in the most difficult time, her father's eyes were red. In this day and age, being involved in spy smuggling is death, and no one would avoid it. femme fatale.

"Dean Jian and Sister Huang are good people. At this time, you, a godson, are coming to the door dryly, and blood relatives can't do this." The middle-aged woman looked at her father's handsome seven-foot man, and heard the heart-wrenching words. The whole place is also full of true feelings, and I can't help but feel good about the young father, and let go of the last bit of guard, "Since your Uncle Jian was imprisoned in the labor camp, your Aunt Huang has moved to live in a large courtyard next to the labor camp, just to see you On the one hand. Hey——, it’s not that easy, some places like that can get in and out—”

"Where is the labor camp?" Seeing the middle-aged woman's sad face, she started to talk about her daily life, and the father hastily interrupted the woman's nagging.

"It's just in the suburbs at the gate of the county seat. It's not very far from here, but it's very remote." The middle-aged woman didn't take her father's impatience at all, but nodded her head in admiration.

"Thank you Aunt Zhou, I'll go find my Aunt Huang right now! I'll see who dares to touch my Uncle Jian's finger!" Dad hugged me and rushed out angrily.Nesting in my father's arms, my heart was pounding. Today, no one is calm, and everyone wants to shine.

"Peace! You still have a child! Think twice before you act!" The middle-aged woman saw her father bluffing his face and holding his neck, looking like he was looking for someone to go shopping.He hurried out the door to remind his father, seeming to forget the prying eyes around him.

"Aunt Zhou, I understand, you should go back!" The father replied gratefully, and then he rode his bicycle and rushed towards the gate of the county seat.

"Father, why don't you call Brother Li, he is better at beating people." I was worried that my father would be no match for four hands with two fists, and he would suffer from others.We were looking for a venue, but if we were taken care of by others instead, then put that old face there!With Li Xiqing, a martial arts master, present, no matter whether it is a martial or literary fight, although it is not a sure thing to win, it will not be a disadvantage.

"Although Dad doesn't fight as hard as you, Brother Li, usually three or four people can't get in. And this time I guess I have to trouble my grandpa, your ancestors will come forward. I hope you don't use my father and your grandpa's face to shout out—— "Father kicked the pedals of the bicycle quickly with both feet.Thinking of Grandpa scolding angrily with a livid face, and swinging the pole by the way, father's tense face gradually became dignified.

"Grandpa is reasonable. Seeing Grandpa Jian being wronged, I definitely don't mind Dad showing off his old face." I looked at my father with a determined look.At the critical moment, you can't hold back in front of the enemy because you are afraid of grandpa's family law.We must do everything we can to fight Huanglong!

"If the baby stands up and stands in front of grandpa, dad will have no worries!" Dad sighed long and long, as if having a baby like this is enough happiness and contentment in this life.

I stared blankly at the pedals under my feet, which seemed to be equipped with Mazda, and then looked at my father's determined expression.I knew that I had fallen into the deep pit my father dug, and not only did I not see it, but I also lay down by myself and buried myself.

46 reunion

Outside the city gate of the county seat, there are endless thousand hectares of fertile fields and criss-cross irrigation canals.Dad's bicycle was difficult to walk on the soft soil, so he could only push the bicycle and ask everyone how to get to the courtyard.

This courtyard was originally owned by an old wealthy landlord. Seven or eight years ago, the whole family was dispatched to Xinjiang to open up wasteland, leaving only this old ancestral house in the late Qing Dynasty.What should be burned is burned, and what should be smashed is also smashed. Now there are only a few walls and tiles that can shelter from the wind and rain. The people who live there are either temporary workers in nearby factories, or they are living in other places without any skills. of the poor.

Listening to the descriptions of the guides along the way, I feel sad that Grandma Huang has no children and is a returnee. How can she survive in such a difficult environment?Obviously such a big thing happened, but it was kept from everyone.I understand that Grandpa Jian is not afraid that his father will not be able to share weal and woe. He knows that he is in prison and does not want to hurt others.But sometimes concealing it out of good intentions makes the receiving party even more sad and guilty, just like the gloomy father who is now buried in pushing the bicycle.

The courtyard in front of me left over from the Qing Dynasty is more dilapidated than I imagined. Although there are traces of repairs on the ruined walls, they are just yellow mud or thatch, patched here and there.Behind the low mud walls are rooms surrounded on three sides, with four or five rooms on each side.One can imagine how grand and prosperous this courtyard was back then, but now there are only various rotten newspapers stuck on the mottled and decayed window lattices.

There are no less than four or five temporary stove fire pits in the yard, and there are even seven or eight wooden toilets basking in the sun, which shows that there are not a few families living here.

Dad parked his bicycle at the base of the mud wall and walked into the yard with me in his arms.Firewood, agricultural tools, and household garbage such as newspapers and cotton wadding were piled up everywhere in the huge courtyard.Think about how Grandma Huang lived in such an environment. In addition to feeding and feeding her stomach, she had to squat around the labor camp every day looking for a chance to talk to each other. The sourness and hardships involved are hard to describe in words.

"You are—" An old man walked out from the east room, about five or sixty years old, with gray temples.He was holding a boy about four or five in one hand and a coal stove in the other.As soon as the old man came out of the house, he saw the sentimental father standing in the yard, and he tightened his grip on the child in his hands.

"Master! My name is Ge Heping, I'm here to find—" Father saw the old man's vigilant expression, and also understood that he broke in for no reason and disturbed other people's lives.So I suppressed the impatience in my heart, slowed down my tone, and introduced myself with sincerity, trying to dispel the old man's concerns.

"Ge Heping! You are Ge Heping! Then this must be Ge Baobao, the little guy is very solid." Before his father could finish speaking, the old man greeted him like a long-lost relative.

"Master~~~, I—" Dad was really embarrassed to say to such an enthusiastic old man: "Master, who are you?"I do not know you!I can only cast doubtful eyes on me: When did you recognize the godfather, baby? !I rolled my eyes fiercely at my irresponsible father: Don't push everything on me, I'm small, but I'm not a fool!

"Haha~~~, you don't know me! I haven't seen you before, but I often hear about you from your Aunt Huang. Are you her godson!" Put the stove on the ground, and quickly pulled out a somewhat uneven bench from a pile of firewood next to him, and asked Dad to sit on it.Dad nodded knowingly, and his resolute old face turned red to the back of his ears.Grandma Huang is always thinking about us, but we didn't know what happened when the two old people needed help the most, it shouldn't be!

"My Aunt Huang~~~" Dad quickly stopped the old man from pouring water and calling for tea. Now Dad feels ashamed and ashamed.

"Hey! It's not easy~~~, a woman." The old man stood up and walked to the front of a row of houses to the east, where there was an even more dilapidated thatched shed, which was probably used for parking livestock.The walls are made of mud and soil, and due to years of disrepair, there is a gap of three centimeters in the middle, not to mention the wind blowing in, even the rain is rushing in, without any shelter.

"This is your Aunt Huang's. When I first came here, I didn't even have this place to stay. Everyone saw that she was a nice person, and she came from an intellectual background, so I tidied up this grocery store and let her live in it." The old man went up Before gently pushing open a wooden door made of three wooden boards, the simplicity and darkness in the room reminded me of Grandpa Zhang's dark prison cell.The space of less than [-] square meters is only enough for a bed and some agricultural tools. The sunlight is projected from the gaps in the walls and the roof, revealing the muddy and wet ground and the moldy bed legs in the room.

"Grandpa, where is Grandma Huang?" Seeing such a scene, the child's sensitive and fragile nerves made my eyes turn red instantly, and the mist in the big wet eyes made the cold room in front of me blurry and distorted.

"Look at this kid who is sensible." The old man is usually soft-hearted to the little child's golden beans. As soon as I burst into tears, the old man stroked my head very painfully, "My little grandson has already gone to the field to call You are Grandma Huang."

The old man's calloused hands reached into his pockets for a while, trying to find some snacks to coax me, a little baby who misses grandma, but in the end he could only shake his head in embarrassment.It is a beautiful form of wishing and praying for the elders to meet the younger generation, but obviously this old man has nothing to offer, not even a piece of candy.

"Baby has had a deep relationship with his grandpa Jian and grandma Huang since he was a child. Uncle, I won't wait here anymore." Dad understands that the old man has a lot of money, but he can't just say it politely, there is no need for polite words such as spending money.So just pretend you didn't see it, hug me and walk out.The old man murmured with a smile from behind: He is really impatient.

"Peace!" As soon as he walked to the gate of the courtyard wall, he heard Grandma Huang's joyful call not far away.

"Aunt Huang——" Dad hugged me and ran over in a hurry, looking at the old and haggard relatives who had only been gone for a short year.His father's eyes were flushed and his eyes were choked with sobs. He turned his head away. The man's self-esteem made him unwilling and unable to express the sadness in his heart with tears.