Sir, what if it's too cold?

On October [-]st, it is supposed to be a day of national celebration, but Xu Muran's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face was pale, and he was struggling to hold his abdomen. Beside him was a worried mother: "How do you feel? Do you want to stop?"

"...No, I'm fine." She smiled weakly, trying to reassure her mother: "Isn't it coming soon?"

The private car broke down on the asphalt road into the village, and there was no one around. It took my father more than a dozen phone calls to call for help.

Xu Muran asked strangely: "Aren't they all on vacation, why are you still so busy?"

The mother glanced at her with a smile: "Seeing that you children don't work, now is the time to plant wheat, so how can you be free!"

She stuck out her tongue and let out a cute "oh".

After all, the scenery of the countryside is different from that of the reinforced concrete city. Just by looking at it from a distance, one can already feel the simplicity and coziness that comes over us.

The tall trees stand on both sides of the road, like silent soldiers, and the low-hanging trees silently guard the village, which is quite reassuring.

After waiting for a while, there was a strange sound in the distance. Xu Muran took a closer look and found that it was a tractor.

The tractor drove up in front of the three of them, and the driver jumped off the front seat and thumped Xu's father enthusiastically on the shoulder: "Brother Xu, you're back!"

"That's right!" Xu's father said with a smile: "Isn't this a holiday, come back and see your parents!" He turned his head to greet his wife and Xu Muran: "Come here quickly, what are you doing standing there, get in the car!"

As soon as he got in the car, Xu Muran felt bad.

The country road was full of potholes, shaking her stomach full of breakfast as if thrown into a big pendulum in an amusement park, and every step she took was torture.

She leaned against the side of the drag bucket, wanting to cry but without tears.

After 10 minutes, she couldn't take it anymore, and she stretched her head and asked the driver, "Brother Xiaoyu, how long will it be before we arrive in the village?" The driver was two months older than her, so she called him "Brother".

Wang Xiaoyu turned her head with a smile, and said heartily: "Soon, there is still half an hour!"

According to Xu's father, Wang Xiaoyu is a relative of their family, the son of his second aunt's aunt, Xu Muran can't remember.But there is a lot of water in this statement. After all, it is a village. Everyone does not see the front of the house. They are all relatives.

Xu Muran glanced at the 1.9-meter tall man sitting in the driver's seat, thought about his name, and shook his head amusingly.

The name still has its origins: when he was just four or five days old, he suddenly had a high fever that persisted, which was very dangerous for a weak baby, and it was very likely to be fatal.

The reason why this little life can be retrieved is because his grandma went to the mountains and invited the witch to see him. The witch said that he was too heavy and would drive away all the good and bad, and needed a girl name to neutralize him.His grandma respectfully followed what the sorceress told her to do. Miraculously, after a few days, Wang Xiaoyu's fever really subsided, and she grew up healthy and safe all the way, not even catching a cold.

Xu Muran sighed lightly.

Even with the current medical technology, it may not be possible to ensure that a newborn baby with a high fever will be cured smoothly, let alone a remote village more than 20 years ago?

Being able to live until now can only be said to be a matter of fate.

The next second, she felt an unstoppable flow of heat from her abdomen upwards, passing through her throat, and before she had time to react——

She slowly pulled out an awkward smile at the bewildered three.

"It's really not intentional."

After bumping along the way, the tractor finally arrived at the village before Xu Muran vomited out the breakfast in his stomach.

Ever since Xu Muran went to university, he never went back to his hometown. Firstly, because Xu’s family was not very prosperous, the children all left the village one by one after they grew up, and went to other cities to develop. The family is not popular, so it’s okay to go back The second is because the old man has been taken to the side long ago, and all aspects are much more convenient than living in the old house. As time goes by, the old house gradually becomes deserted.

In the past few years, the old man's physical condition is getting better day by day, and it coincides with the village's proposal to divide the land, and the share he can get is not small, so he has the idea of ​​returning to his hometown.After all, the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as my own grass nest. Born and raised here, the feelings for my hometown are naturally stronger.

Several sons and daughters discussed it and felt that it was feasible, so they pooled some money to repair the old house. After everything was arranged, they brought the old man back.

Xu Muran walked behind his parents, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scene in front of him all the way, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

In just a few years, the earthen houses in the village have almost disappeared, replaced by two-story red brick high-rises, which look no different from villas in the rich area from a distance.The traces of her playing here when she was a child were all erased, and they were all hidden behind these walls.

Grandma came out of the house and saw her son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter carrying big and small bags at a glance, and went forward in surprise: "When did you come back? Why didn't you say anything when you came back?"

Xu Muran immediately ran forward and acted like a baby: "Grandma~"

"Of course!" Grandma touched her hand lovingly, and suddenly wrinkled her nose: "What's the smell?"

Mother Xu told grandma about the situation, making the old man dumbfounded, and turned to complain to his son: "I told you not to take a good look at the car before leaving, and let the child suffer such a great grievance!" Then she hurriedly called the three of them into the house: "There is a wind outside. Big, come into the house, I have to cook quickly!"

"Mom, I'll help you." Xu's mother got up to follow, and she didn't forget to pouted at Xu Muran: "Go in and say hello to grandpa."

"Okay~"

Grandpa was wearing presbyopic glasses, sitting on the sofa and reading a newspaper. When he saw her coming, he stood up tremblingly: "Of course, here you go. Sit down. Grandpa will peel oranges for you to eat..."

Xu Muran was moved for a moment, and quickly stopped him: "Grandpa, sit down, and I'll peel it off for you!"

The grandparents and grandchildren chatted slowly while eating fruit, from work and study to parents' short stories, and talked about the things they had saved since they hadn't seen each other for several months.

While talking happily, Mother Xu poked her head out from the kitchen: "What is Xu Muran doing? Go to the grocery store in the village to buy a bottle of cooking wine. The cooking wine at home is used up."

"Okay, I got it." She stood up, said something to her grandfather, and was about to go out, but was stopped by her mother: "Put on more, put on your grandma's flowered jacket!"

Mother's order, had to follow.

Xu Muran stared at the big red flower jacket, and finally put it on without saying a word.

The end result is still somewhat comical: She takes a selfie in a full-length mirror and manages not to recognize her rustic self.

The countryside in October is a bit deserted, even wearing a flowered jacket is not enough, so I have to hug my arms tightly and shrink myself a little bit smaller.

After asking a few people, she found the grocery store her mother had mentioned.There is a small signboard at the door, most of the red paint that was applied many years ago has peeled off, and the four characters "Qiangxin Grocery" are engraved crookedly on it.

She hesitated for a moment, then walked in the door: "Is anyone there?"

After a while, someone came out of the room. The deep law lines showed her age: "Yes, what do you want?"

"I want cooking wine," Xu Muran looked around worriedly, "Is there any?"

Her worries were not unreasonable.

The dark walls covered with spots, the glass shelves covered in dust on the lower floor, and the people in front of her always made her feel terrified.

She looks quite young, but she seems to have gone through the vicissitudes of the world; the temperament exuding from her body does not match her appearance, as if the aging soul of an old woman has been put into a new skin, and her eyes are lifeless , was frighteningly dim.

"Yes," the other party replied in a neutral tone, then turned around and went to the shelf to take what Xu Muran wanted and handed it to her: "Three yuan and five."

"So cheap?" Xu Muran murmured, took out five yuan bills and handed them to her: "We all need more than ten yuan a bottle."

The woman smiled: "Everything is sold cheap in a small place, otherwise no one would buy it. Look at your face, I haven't seen you before, which village are you from?"

Xu Muran was speechless for a moment, looked down at the padded jacket on his body, and said, "I'm not in the village, I'm from Haicheng."

She was waiting for the woman to hand her the change, but she saw the other person's expression suddenly changed, and he grabbed her sleeve regardless, his dim eyes suddenly brightened menacingly: "Aren't you from the nearby village? Are you from Haicheng? real?"

Xu Muran couldn't figure out the situation, so he just nodded falteringly: "Yes, yes, what's wrong..."

The woman just opened her mouth, and before she could speak, a thunderous roar sounded at the door of the store: "What are you doing?!"

Xu Muran was taken aback, turned around like a conditioned reflex, and when he saw who was coming, he called weakly: "Brother Xiaoyu?"

Seeing that it was Xu Muran, Wang Xiaoyu made a fake smile: "Xu's daughter, what are you doing here?"

She picked up what was in her hand and showed it to the other party: "There is no cooking wine at home, come and buy some."

"Oh, then go back as soon as you finish shopping, the family must be anxiously waiting for you to eat, hurry up, go back!"

There is no cooking wine, where can I cook...

Looking at the other's tight lips, she wisely didn't say this: "Then I'll go back first, brother."

"Okay, let's go back." The eagerness in the other party's tone almost gave her the illusion that she was ordering to evict the guests: Isn't it just to buy a bottle of cooking wine, why be nervous?

She walked out, and Wang Xiaoyu walked in. The moment the two of them were separated, she turned her head behind him and glanced at the woman standing behind the counter.

With just one glance, she still remembers it years later.

In the dimly lit room, the other party's expression remained unchanged, his eyelashes drooped low, and a tear flickered away from the corner of his eye.