Eat Honey[Transmigration Book]

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and Uncle Chu's coughing became more and more intense. Zhou Haiquan went in to have a look, and said, "Is the cough so severe?"

"It will be fine in a while." Uncle Zheng said, "I'm taking medicine."

"Why don't you wait for the snow to stop and go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"You don't know him," said Uncle Zheng, "I was afraid of going to the hospital when I was young, but now I am afraid of death when I am old, let alone go."

Seeing that the snow outside had no tendency to stop, Xiao Yao worried that he would not be able to leave today. Zhou Haiquan said, "We'll see if it can be smaller."

"Why, you guys still have to leave today?" Uncle Zheng said, "Don't go, it's snowing."

"You don't know, if you don't leave today, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave tomorrow," Zhou Haiquan said. "The weather forecast says there will be a snowstorm these days."

Uncle Zheng said: "Then you just wait and see, it's true that I'm more boring here."

"Is Uncle Chu okay?" Xiao Yao asked.

"It's okay, the old man is sick, let him lie down for a while and he will be fine."

There is no electricity here, and there is only a radio at home. Uncle Zheng took it out, but he can't receive it. The weather is bad, and the signal is already poor, and now it is even worse.

Xiao Yao felt that it was too difficult here, and he couldn't stay here: "I think Uncle Chu is not in good health, why didn't he live outside the mountain? He is a veteran, so the country won't ignore it, right? In fact, there are some nursing homes, the conditions are still very good."

Uncle Zheng smoked a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "I haven't gone out for many years. I'm old and I don't want to move anymore. He is also very stubborn and doesn't want to trouble others. If he wants to go out, he should have done it a few years earlier." Just go out."

In fact, when he and Zhou Haiquan went to a fellow villager's house, it was the best thing to leave after putting down their things and saying a few words. They were warm to each other, and after getting along for a long time, in fact, there was nothing to talk about. Zhou Haiquan just smoked with Mr. Zheng, Talk to each other from time to time. Although they are all men, they are much older and have different experiences. People in the mountains can't talk to Zhou Haiquan about anything in common.Xiao Yao was even more bored, so he kept looking around the room, and then saw a photo album on the cabinet, so he took it over and took a look.

This photo album is very old, the plastic film on the outer skin has peeled off, and the photos inside have also turned yellow. Uncle Zheng smiled and said, "That is the photobook of your Uncle Chu."

Xiao Yao turned it over and took a look. The first photo was a heroic young man in a green military uniform. To be honest, although the old photos were a bit rustic, if he had a good appearance, he would look more distinct than the current photos. handsome.Xiao Yao sat down beside Uncle Zheng with some surprise, and asked, "Is this Uncle Chu?"

Uncle Zheng smiled and said, "It was him. He took the picture when he joined the army. He must be eighteen or nineteen years old."

Zhou Haiquan also took a look. Seeing that he wanted to see it, Xiao Yao moved the small bench towards him, spread the photo albums on his knees, and flipped through them one by one.

Most of the photos in it were taken when they were wearing military uniforms, and some were holding guns. The clothes and backgrounds are very old-fashioned. Xiao Yao said: "It's so handsome."

He was also very emotional, it turned out that Uncle Chu, who looked like an old man, was once such a handsome man with clear features, the years are really unforgiving and cruel.

"He was very handsome when he was young," said Uncle Zheng, "if he hadn't limped a leg, he would be full of children and grandchildren now."

"Do you have a picture of you?" Xiao Yao asked.

"At that time, I was poor, so I didn't have the money to take pictures. These pictures of him were taken when he was a soldier. I just took one of his photos."

Uncle Zheng turned to the end of the photo album as he spoke, his fingers were withered and yellow, with bruises showing faintly, and his fingertips were also rough, probably the marks left by years of hard work: "Hey, this is me."

It was a group photo. In the photo, Uncle Chu was still in military uniform, but he was not wearing a hat. The hat was on the head of the man next to him. The man looked to be in his twenties, his skin was fairer, and he was wearing old-fashioned men. The kind of loose black trousers that he often wears is covered with a white shirt. Although his skin is dark, his big white teeth are exposed, and he is extremely sunny and handsome.The two of them put their shoulders together, with the city tower behind them. Back then, the city was not as it is now. It was a bit shabby, and there were very few people. Most people on the street were riding bicycles, and they didn't even see cars.

After getting acquainted with their old appearance, and seeing them brimming with youth at that time, the contrast is really impressive.Uncle Zheng said: "I took this picture when I went to pick him up in my life. At that time, Uncle Chu had just discharged from the army and his legs were crippled. He couldn't be a soldier anymore. Before he returned home, he wanted to go to *** to see. I went to pick him up, and the two of them went to the city of Beijing for a while, so I took this photo under the tower of the *** city." He took out the photo and looked at it. On the back, the date is written on the back, "Look, it's been more than 40 years in a flash."

"Zheng Kaikai, Chu Weidong..." Xiao Yao read the words on it.

"For so many years, you and Uncle Chu have never been out of the mountains, don't you feel bored?"

"Everything that should go has been gone," Uncle Zheng said boldly, "Don't think that we haven't been anywhere, we have been to the Northwest, and the two bachelors have nothing to do anyway, say I just left. I carried him on three wheels. I haven’t been anywhere, so it’s not convenient to go anywhere later. I’m getting older. And I’ve stayed in the mountains for a long time, so I don’t want to go out to meet people. After getting used to it, it's pretty good. Do you know how our village got here?"

Xiao Yao asked: "Is there also a story about Xanadu?"

"I heard that at the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, some people fled here because they didn't want to shave their heads and wear braids. Some of the educated people said that this was the same as the Xanadu that someone said in ancient times, and they settled here. To me, this is The place is a paradise, and I don’t have to talk so much with the world, but I am happy to be free.”

Xiao Yao actually likes to live this kind of life, but he is a modern young man, so he must be given a mobile phone with electricity and internet.

The snow outside didn't seem to stop at all, and there was no mobile phone signal. Zhou Haiquan thought it was okay for the two of them to stay here for one night, but he had to tell the people outside.Uncle Zheng said: "Go and try on the hill over there. It may be because of the bad weather, so the signal is weak."

Zhou Haiquan went out with his mobile phone, while Xiao Yao watched him walk up the distant hills while he was heating the stove.Uncle Zheng said suddenly: "Xiao Zhou is a nice guy."

"Yes," Xiao Yao said with a smile.

"He comes to us every year to distribute some New Year's items, grain, oil, quilts, and some daily necessities. Such a young and promising boss can still remember the agreement with our old man to visit us every year. He has a good character. You know him How long?"

"I haven't known him for long. I went to the countryside with an art troupe to perform, and I happened to be with Mr. Zhou and the others."

"I see you are not very old."

"It's almost 21."

"In his early twenties, he's really young." Uncle Zheng said, smoking a cigarette, "You're young, have you made friends yet?"

Before Xiao Yao could answer, Uncle Zheng laughed first: "Am I asking too much?"

"No," Xiao Yao said with a smile, "I'm still young, so I'm not in a hurry."

"Mr. Zhou is much older than you, right?"

"Not a few years older, maybe 27 or [-]."

"It's better to be older," said Uncle Zheng, "A man should be older, he knows how to love and cherish others."

Xiao Yao felt that this was a bit strange, so he looked at Uncle Zheng, who smiled and said, "Don't look at my old man with bad eyesight, but my eyes are poisonous, young man, you are in luck."

Uncle Chu coughed from the inside, so Uncle Zheng stood up and went to the inside to see him.Xiao Yao lay on his knees, thinking about what Uncle Zheng said just now, it sounded a little weird to him.

Zhou Haiquan came back from the hill, Xiao Yao asked: "Have you got through?"

"Well," Zhou Haiquan said, "I told them that I won't be going back today."

Xiao Yao actually didn't really want to stay here, but there was nothing he could do, the snow outside seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

"Cold, warm your hands." He said to Zhou Haiquan.

Zhou Haiquan stretched out his hand and baked it for a while, his slender fingers were red from the cold, he touched it, it was icy cold.

He touched it and let it go, but Zhou Haiquan's fingers moved slightly, and the fingers curled up slightly, as if he was flattered.

Uncle Zheng came out holding the new quilt carried by Xiao Yao, and said, "It's okay for you two to share the same bed, right?"

Zhou Haiquan looked up at Xiao Yao: "Is that okay?"

Xiao Yao said, "I can do anything."

Anyway, it's not that I haven't slept.

He was surprised by Zhou Haiquan's obsession with cleanliness. He found that Zhou Haiquan's problem seemed to be gone now.

The middle of the room is the living room, with a room on the left and right. Uncle Zheng went to the east room to make their beds. Xiao Yao went to help, only to find that the room seemed to be unoccupied. board.Uncle Zheng swept the bed first, then took out a set of quilts from the cabinet and spread them on, saying: "I know you like to be clean, and you can build new ones under our quilts."

"It was originally a winter quilt for you, but we covered it first. I'm really sorry." Xiao Yao said.

"We country people are not that particular."

Xiao Yao helped to make the bed, and the room was a little dark, so Uncle Zheng went out and brought some candles, and said, "It's cold, and we don't have much entertainment here, if you feel cold sitting outside, you can sit on the bed. "

Uncle Zheng went to the house next door to chop firewood. Zhou Haiquan went to help when he heard the noise. Xiao Yao was a little bored by himself, so he took off his shoes and sat on the bed.He was sitting on the one by the window, and looking out through the window, he happened to see another house. A thatched shed was built outside the house. Zhou Haiquan was chopping firewood in a dignified way with an ax in his hand, but He didn't do it well after several times, so Uncle Zheng taught him with a smile.

It might be because it was warm in the bed, and the mobile phone had no internet connection. After being bored for a while, he became sleepy, so he covered himself with the quilt and lay down.

Zhou Haiquan had never done farm work before, and he never expected that he would not be able to do such a simple job as chopping firewood. He didn't split a few pieces of firewood, but a piece of skin was worn out on the palm of his hand.Uncle Zheng let him rest.When he came back here, he didn't see Xiao Yao, so he pushed open the door of the east room, only to find Xiao Yao lying on the bed, already asleep.

Candles were lit in the room, and the candlelight was dim and yellow. Xiao Yao's face looked a little red in the candlelight. The quilt was not covered, and his shoulders were exposed. He stretched out his hand to help Xiao Yao tuck the quilt, and sat beside him. , looking at him quietly.

There are also benefits to being isolated from the world. I don’t have any troubles, I can do whatever I want, and I can love the person I want to love wholeheartedly.Under the candlelight, the years are quiet and beautiful. The more isolated people are from the world, the more they can return to primitiveness and authenticity, and obey their animal instincts.