ordinary human life

Zhao Dashi is only in his 50s this year, but rural people age quickly. He looks like he is in his 60s, but his body is still strong and he walks nimbly. He came to them in a few steps.

"Mother Chang, why are you here again when you're not staying at home?" Zhao Dashi came over, supporting his grandma with one hand and Xiao Cheng with the other.

"Grandpa, Mom asked me to call you home for dinner." Xiao Cheng raised his head and said.

"I know, so I'm back now? What delicious food did your mother cook today?" Zhao Dashi said with a smile.

"Oh, there are tofu, scrambled eggs, black cakes..." Zhao Xiaocheng said one by one with a sigh.

Obviously these are not his favorite food.

Apparently Zhao Dashi also knew it, and said with a smile, "Grandma's teeth are bad, so she can't eat too hard food, but you are also growing up. I will take you to the market this week and buy some meat back."

"I also bought some big bone stew, my grandma likes to eat it." Zhao Xiaocheng said happily.

"Okay, buy some big bone stew."

Seeing his grandson so sensible, Zhao Dashi felt very relieved.

"Hey, Dashi, have you seen Dajun? Has he come back?" At this moment, the grandma who had been walking silently asked suddenly.

"Mother Chang, do you recognize me?" Zhao Dashi was pleasantly surprised when he heard this.

"Have you seen Dajun?" Grandma stared at him and asked.

Zhao Dashi shook his head helplessly.

"Why hasn't he come back yet? He promised me that he would be back soon. How long has he been away now? By the way, how long has he been here? Dashi, how long has the army been gone?" Grandma asked.

"Just left for a while, you wait slowly, he will be back soon." Zhao Dashi said hastily.

"It's only been a while? I always feel that it's been a long time. He likes to eat the crispy cakes I made the most. When he comes back, I will make them for him."

Grandma smiled happily, as if Zhao Dajun was coming back soon.

"Grandpa, isn't the third uncle dead? How can he come back?" Zhao Xiaocheng asked in a low voice beside him, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Your third uncle is not dead, he is a great hero, he will definitely come back." Zhao Dashi patted his head and said.

Zhao Xiaocheng was at a loss, completely confused.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Zhao Xiaocheng was still sound asleep on the bed, and my great-grandmother came to the village alone.

Sanshan's daughter-in-law asked her why it was so early today.

She said, "Dashi said Dajun is coming back soon, and she wants to see him first."

Sanshan's daughter-in-law could only add a dress for her and let her go. It was still quite bright in the morning.

Ever since Zhao Dajun died, her grandma's eyes were not very good because she cried too much.

So now unless you get very close, you will see people as a blurred shadow.

Every time the villagers who came and went from the entrance of the village in the morning passed by, she would happily ask a question.

"Is it the army?"

"No."

"Is it the army?"

"No."

……

"Isn't it?" She was a little disappointed, but quickly continued to ask happily.

"Is it the army?"

I don't know how many years I've been asking.

The villagers are used to it.

"Grandma, grandma, do you want some corn?" Zhao Xiaocheng, who had gnawed half of a corn, ran over.

"It's Xiaocheng, I don't eat corn." Grandma looked at him and said.

Zhao Xiaocheng was pleasantly surprised when he heard the words, and then sat beside him, gnawed on the corn, and asked happily, "Grandma, do you recognize me?"

"Who are you? A child from which family? Come home quickly and don't run around."

"..."

Zhao Xiaocheng suddenly felt that the corn in his hand was no longer fragrant.

At this time, another villager passed by.

"Is it the army?"

"No."

"Xiaocheng, it's going to be hot soon, take your great-grandmother home, don't sit here."

"it is good."

Zhao Xiaocheng decided to take his grandma back after eating the corn.

Just then, a car drove by in the distance.

Zhao Xiaocheng was full of curiosity.

It's not because he has never seen a car, several houses in the village have cars.

But Zhao Xiaocheng basically knew them all.

So I recognized at a glance that this was not a car from their village, so I was very curious, is it someone who has relatives?

Then he saw the car stopped at the entrance of the village, and four people got out of the car, a big brother, a big sister and two little girls.

Wait a moment……

Zhao Xiaocheng rubbed his eyes, why suddenly there was an extra person?

And this person looks so familiar.

At this moment, they didn't know what they said, and they looked at him.

Especially the two little girls, one of whom waved to him.

Zhao Xiaocheng also waved his hand in a daze, and then reacted, and quickly gnawed a few mouthfuls of corn.

One of the little girls handed the lantern in her hand to the big brother who looked familiar.

The little lantern is really pretty, but it’s really ridiculous that a man as big as the big brother still plays with lanterns, haha~

Zhao Xiaocheng laughed himself out, and almost choked on the corn kernels.

But at this moment, the familiar elder brother came over with a lantern.

Zhao Xiaocheng hurriedly covered his mouth, full of worry, he wouldn't hear himself laughing at him, would he?

At this moment, the great-grandmother beside him asked, "Is it the army?"

"Yes."

"Again..."

"Is it... the army?"

Zhao Dajun knelt down in front of her, grabbed her bony hand, and placed it on his cheek.

"Yes, Mom, I'm back."

Chapter 89

Zhao Xiaocheng finally remembered who the person in front of him was. There was a photo of the third uncle at his great-grandmother's house, a big black and white photo. He had seen it many times, no wonder he looked so familiar.

But isn't Third Uncle dead?

"scare?"

The corn in Zhao Xiaocheng's hand fell to the ground in fright, and then he quietly moved to the side for a certain distance, then he let out a sigh of relief, and looked back to make sure that he was not dazzled.

Then ran home frantically.

"It's terrible, it's terrible..."

……

"Army?"

The great-grandmother groped Zhao Dajun's cheek, squinted her eyes and moved her head closer to take a closer look.

"Mom, it's me, I'm back."

"It's really a big army, you're back." The great-grandmother smiled happily with her toothless mouth.

Then he touched Zhao Dajun's cheek in doubt and asked, "Why are you crying? Have you been wronged?"

"No...no, Mom."

"It's fine if you don't have one. If you have been wronged in any way, you must remember to tell grandma." Grandma urged worriedly.

Then he picked up the crutch beside him and was about to get up, Zhao Dajun hurriedly helped her up.

The great-grandmother held his hand tightly, and then said: "Go home with grandma, and grandma will make crispy cakes for you when you are full. You will not be sad when you are full."

Zhao Dajun felt that a lot of words were stuck in his throat, and he wanted to say it, but he didn't know where to start. In the end, he just gave an obedient "um".

But this is enough to make grandma happy.

She pulled Zhao Dajun forward while nagging, "I always feel like you've been away for a long time, but I didn't expect you to come back so soon. Dashi was right, didn't you work hard today?" , Let me tell you, you can’t be lazy and slippery in your work, you have to be worthy of the collective and the country.”

"Grandma."

"What's the matter, are you too tired?"

"No."

"It's good if you don't get tired. Our Dajun is a young man, and he will be able to marry a wife soon. When you have a baby, grandma will bring it to you. Let me tell you, I will take care of the baby..."

……

"It's terrible, it's terrible..."

Zhao Xiaocheng ran to the door of his house in a panic and sweating profusely.

Zhao Sanshan was oiling his tricycle, his hands were greasy, watching his son running back in a panic, he said helplessly: "What's wrong?"

"Third Uncle...Third Uncle...Great Grandma...She...She..." Zhao Xiaocheng ran too fast, out of breath, and couldn't finish his sentence.

"What happened to grandma?"

Zhao Sanshan was startled, and ran towards the entrance of the village. His greasy hands didn't care, and he rubbed his clothes twice.

Halfway through, he froze for a moment.

"Third Uncle...Third Uncle is back." Zhao Xiaocheng, who was following behind, caught up panting.

Zhao Sanshan dragged him to his back, blocked him, and turned to Zhao Dajun with a vigilant face: "Who are you?"

"It's Dashi, the army is back, will you come to our house for dinner later? I'll make crispy cakes for you." Hearing the familiar voice, the grandma said happily.

"Grandma, I'm Sanshan, who is this?"

Then he whispered to Zhao Xiaocheng behind him: "Stand here and don't move."

Only then did he walk towards his great-grandmother.

"Sanshan, I'm Zhao Dajun, thank you for taking care of my grandma for so many years."

"Third Uncle?" Zhao Sanshan didn't believe it.

Although the third uncle is not dead, he is more than 50 years old now, how could he be so young and looks younger than him, but he really looks like the third uncle. Could it be that he is the son of the third uncle?He was full of doubts.

"Xiao Cheng, go and call your grandfather back." Zhao Sanshan said to Zhao Xiaocheng.

The great-grandmother ignored him and pulled Zhao Dajun straight forward.

When passing by, he still did not forget to tell him: "Dashi, remember to come to eat later."

Zhao Sanshan didn't speak, but followed them from a distance, he thought it was really strange...

Zhao Dajun knew what he was worried about, and he was very moved, but it's better to wait for Zhao Dashi to come back and talk about it together.

……