〖short story〗

As soon as Luo Xiaomei went to work, Li Zhuxue took her luggage and left straight away, heading for the home in her memory.

Grandma passed away for many years, Li Zhuxue couldn't remember exactly how many years, she sometimes thought it happened last year, and sometimes thought it happened in the last lifetime.It's all over anyway.

Because no one lived there, the house looked dusty, and the yard outside the door was covered with weeds half a person's height. When we pushed through the weeds and walked in, Li Shexue saw the locked double-leaf wooden doors.

Naturally, the key was gone long ago. Li Zhuxue picked up a big rock in the yard, smashed it a few times, and the rusted lock opened.

Li Zhuxue pushed open the door and walked into the dark old house. There was a black and white photo of grandma and grandpa in the middle of the lobby, and she smiled kindly, but after all, Li Zhuxue felt cold all over her body after seeing it, and she couldn't help but retreat to the yard sitting in the weeds watching the sun come in through the open door and slowly warm the house.

Death has the ability to turn day and night thoughts into cowardly fears.

Li Zhuxue waited until noon, when the sun was the hottest, she walked in again, her eyes were full of cobwebs and dust, but even so, the whole house was much better than she imagined, it was stable, there was nothing wrong with it. There was no air leakage, and no walls collapsed.

She remembered that her grandma said that grandpa is a stupid person. It is a compliment when others use seventy percent of their strength to do things, but he is stupid when he uses twelve percent of his strength to do things.

But now it seems that the house built with hard work is still safer, and the damage is not obvious after all these years.

Li Zhuxue glanced at the two black and white photos side by side on the table in the lobby with a normal heart, and stepped forward to hold them lightly.

She rolled up her sleeves and went to the well in the backyard to fetch a bucket of refreshing cold water. Unfortunately, most of the towels in the house had been turned into dregs, so Li Zhuxue could only use a white cotton T-shirt as a towel. Start scrubbing.

In addition to the kitchen wells in the front and back yards, the whole old house also has a lobby, a back hall, two bedrooms, and the second floor is only half the height of the first floor. Grandma said that it was built as a warehouse and protected from rain and wind, so I couldn’t live in it. Man, that half of the balcony is a good place to bask in the sun.

Li Zhuxue would definitely not plant millet. She would rather buy a lazy chair and bask in the sun in winter. From sunrise to sunset, together with the crops in the field, they would grow vigorously.

Li Zhuxue only focused on tidying up the kitchen and the bedroom where her grandmother lived, because Luo Xiaomei would come to live in the summer vacation, and she was afraid that Luo Xiaomei would be afraid, so Li Zhuxue immediately left her the room she used to live in.

She just wiped it casually, but the water in the bucket was already half muddy.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when the tidying up was almost done. Li Zhuxue was so tired that she collapsed directly on the old-fashioned rolling bed of her grandma, squinted her eyes, and murmured while falling asleep: "Grandma, don't make trouble. I'll get a good night's sleep."

When she was sleeping comfortably, Luo Xiaomei's call came. Li Zhuxue glanced at the time, it was already 05:30, and lightly touched the green answer button with her thumb: "Xiaomei."

Luo Xiaomei's voice sounded particularly crisp and sweet in the slightly empty old house: "Da Xueer, are you leaving? I specially left work early, but you disappeared!"

Li Zhuxue couldn't help but curled her lips secretly, with a faint smile on her face: "Well, let's go, I'll tidy up the old house and live here today. I'll find someone to redecorate it tomorrow."

"Tut tsk tsk," came Luo Xiaomei's relaxed voice, "Da Xue'er, are you really serious?" Suddenly her voice turned lower, "Tell me, is someone bullying you outside?"

Li Zhuxue shook her head, and suddenly thought that she couldn't see, so she pretended to be serious and said: "Who can bully me, I will return to my hometown with honor, honor the lintel and tidy up the house."

Luo Xiaomei was vomited by her contrived voice: "It's alright, alright, Mr. Zhang knows you're back today, as his favorite student, choose a good day in these two days to bring two pieces of pork to your door!"

Li Zhuxue lowered her eyebrows, and after a while she responded, "Yes. I will go."

In the evening, Li Zhuxue took out the unfinished biscuits from the suitcase, ate them casually, and continued to sleep.

It was getting dark late, but against the sky that hadn't darkened yet, she was still able to sleep soundly, without any worries in her heart.

Sleeping on the old ratchet bed, the tip of the nose is full of rotten wood smell. When the sky is light and bright, Li Zhuxue seems to hear the voice of the neighbor next door yelling to go to the town to sell vegetables, and it seems that he sleeps more peacefully some.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already dawn. Li Zhuxue twisted her stiff neck and made a creaking sound. She couldn't help but sighed, "I can't sleep on this bed anymore. I have to buy a Simmons bed. No. , buy two beds, one for me and one for Xiaomei."