Disciple, please spare these five beautiful masters.

At night, Dilongxuan smelled a scent coming from the front and back of the house.

It must be that the neighbors are cooking.

He was still thinking about how to follow the local customs and clean up the stove to cook, but he didn't expect the sound of footsteps coming from the yard.

"Xiao Wu, you just came back and you don't have anywhere to cook. Don't dislike grandma's meal. Let's make do with it."

A somewhat old voice sounded.

"Thank you grandma, what do you call me?"

Di Longxuan walked out of the side room and greeted him.

In front of him was a white-haired old woman, wearing a coarse cloth coat, dark blue trousers, and a pair of old rubber shoes.

"You kid, you really have forgotten everything. Just call me Third Grandma. When you were a child, you often went to my house to ask for jujubes. Over twenty years later, you have changed a lot."

The third grandma smiled and said that many of the teeth in her mouth had fallen out.

Di Longxuan thanked him and took a porcelain bowl, which contained cornmeal paste, a pancake, and some vegetables.

"Just take the bowl back to me after you're done."

The third grandma said again, and then went back first.

Di Longxuan carried it back to the house and finished the meal. Although it was a simple meal, it really had the aroma of grain and vegetables. There must be no drug residue. This is what it should taste like.

For the next five days, Di Longxuan lived in this old house.

The third grandma took him to get to know his own land.

The land was already barren, but fortunately his third grandmother taught him how to cultivate it and what crops he should plant now.

The other neighbors couldn't help but laugh when they saw Di Longxuan's clumsy land reclamation. After going back and forth, he became familiar with this group of people.

The old man at the head of the village is called Second Uncle and his surname is Liu.

I used to work as a teacher in the village, so I had a meager pension, so I could spend my days sitting at the edge of the village chatting.

The one behind the house is called Third Grandma, and the one in front of the house is called Aunt Li.

There is a little girl in Aunt Li's family, her granddaughter, named Xiaotong.

Another little boy with a runny nose is the grandson of Old Man Zhao's family in front of the village, named Zhao Zhuang.

After the interpersonal relationship was clarified, Di Longxuan settled down and began to live a life of rising from the rooster's crow and resting at sunset.

After five days in a row, he discovered that purity is the greatest blessing in the world.

No wonder there is a poem that says, if there are no other things to worry about, it is a good time in the world.

On the sixth day, there was a strong wind and heavy rain. When Di Longxuan came back from the fields, he saw that the second uncle was still waiting at the entrance of the village.

He couldn't help but leaned over and said, "Second uncle, it's raining. Can I help you go home?"

"Hehe, thank you very much. I won't go back. It's too boring to go back. It's good here. Good rain knows its season. It's good rain, so there's no need to avoid it."

The second uncle said with a smile.

Di Longxuan gave up the idea of ​​helping and went back first. After all, he wanted to see if there was any rain leaking at home.

When I went back and took a look, it was really leaking.

Fortunately, Aunt Li from the front rushed over with a large piece of plastic sheet, "Xiao Wu, quickly put this on the roof of your house and press it down with rocks, otherwise your room will get soaked!"

Di Longxuan thanked him hurriedly, climbed up from one side of the courtyard wall, and covered the roof with plastic sheet. He was already soaked when he came down.

"Go in and wipe yourself down and change clothes later. Young people are so energetic that they won't catch a cold."

Aunt Li smiled.

After finishing speaking, he added: "Has the old man at the entrance of the village not left yet?"

"The second uncle hasn't left yet. He said it was raining well and that it was too boring to go home."

Di Longxuan smiled bitterly.

Aunt Li couldn't help sighing when she heard this, "Oh, he is waiting for his daughter to come back. Do you remember her daughter? Her name is Liu Cuicui, who is about your age. There is no news about her going out to work ten years ago. Since then, he has been sitting at the entrance of the village every day. Wait, it's been eight years now, poor man, my wife left with regrets."

Di Longxuan couldn't help but be stunned, "So that's it...it's really pitiful."

"I'll go and persuade him to go home. There's no one at home, so we can't ignore him."

Aunt Li said.

"Then let me help too."

Di Longxuan also walked out together.

The rain started to get heavier after a while. When the two passed by, the second uncle was still looking at the road to the entrance of the village persistently.

After some persuasion from Aunt Li, he agreed to go back.

Di Longxuan carried him back to the village.

Aunt Li was worried that her granddaughter would be alone at home, so she went back first, while Di Longxuan was left to have lunch with the second uncle.

The second uncle's cooking is very simple, which is white rice porridge, boiled sweet potatoes, and four boiled eggs, two for each person.

After the two of them finished eating, the second uncle lit up the cigarette and asked, "Do you smoke?"

"Stop smoking."

Di Longxuan smiled.

"It's better not to smoke. My daughter used to be the most annoying to me about smoking, but unfortunately I didn't quit. Now that she's gone, I can't quit."

The second uncle said with a smile.

There is always a sourness and bitterness in these words.

"Don't you have any news about her? Have you never gone out to look for her?"

Di Longxuan felt that there was no point in going home, so he simply chatted with the second uncle.

This conversation lasted until late at night.

Liu Cuicui, the daughter of the second uncle, was very good at studies but had a very stubborn temper. She had to apply for one when applying for the voluntary examination.

As a result, she failed the exam and failed. She could have transferred to another school, but she refused to listen. When she saw that Zhao Wu, who was not as good as him in his studies in the same village, passed the exam, she was so angry that she gave up her studies and went to work elsewhere.

In the first year after I left, there was news that I was doing a business that would make a fortune, something about development, commissions, etc., but in the second year there was no belief and nothing happened.

His wife cried every day and eventually died of depression.

He held on until now just to see his daughter back.

After talking about this, the second uncle talked about the rest of the people in the village. Aunt Li was stubborn at home and refused to go to the city. She was because the old man died early and his grave was in the village. She was afraid that if she left, the old man would be lonely.

At that time, her old man was an educated youth in the city. He gave up returning to the city for her, and the two had a deep relationship.

She also said that her granddaughter Xiaotong was so naughty that she would throw stones at magpie nests on the roadside all day long.

Because the magpie took away her red headband and put it in the nest.

As for the third grandma, when she was young, she was an employee of a state-owned enterprise in the city, but because her son died in school for no reason, she resigned and returned to the village.

For fifteen years, I went to petition every month, just for the truth.

The snot-nosed little boy named Zhao Zhuang was a picked-up child. He had no mother and was adopted by Old Man Zhao. Because his son was over thirty and had not yet married, he was afraid that he would die alone, so he adopted a grandson in advance to protect his son from old age. .

Di Longxuan was fascinated by all these stories, with their ups and downs and fateful encounters.

Only then did I realize that although the mountain village is small, the people left behind are all people with stories.

Maybe everyone has a story, but many stories are not so distinct and can only be washed away by time.

It was close to early morning before Di Longxuan returned to his residence.

But he wasn't sleepy anymore.

Simply sitting cross-legged on the bed, the feeling was released and enveloped the entire village.

All the stories I had heard before quickly emerged one by one in my perception.