Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

Back in the village, just in time for the vegetable market in the evening, I bought some pork, tofu, and guessed that the eggs at home should be almost finished. I looked at the money in my pocket, and I couldn’t do anything else anyway. I picked up another dozen eggs and went home.

The sun was about to set, hanging on the mountain line. When I entered the door, my grandmother hadn't cooked dinner yet, she was sitting on a bamboo and rattan chair, dozing off with a fire cloth on her knees.

I walked over and habitually lifted the fire cloth to see if I needed to replace it with briquettes, but found that the fire had already been extinguished. When I touched the stove again, it was cold. It might be that there was no fire at all here today.

Then I went to the cooking stove and picked up the kettle to have a look. There was only a faint red glow from the briquettes inside.

I found some charcoal and threw it in, and fanned it for a while. The fire came back and lit up again. I immediately added a new briquette to connect the fire.

"Oh! Huaihuai, you're back! What are you doing?" Grandma came over, with a bit of sleepiness on her face, and she happily came over to join in the fun, and when she found herself in the fun, she slapped her thigh with her hand, "Oh, I forgot to change the coal again! I fell asleep while sitting."

I made a helpless expression to her, grabbed some washing powder to wash my hands that were blackened by charcoal, and started to make dinner.

There was still a bowl of pumpkin and half a bowl of white rice left over from noon on the table. I opened the cupboard suspiciously and saw that there were still as many eggs as when I left last time.

"Why don't you eat eggs?" I gestured to her and frowned, letting her know that I was unhappy.

"I forgot, I'm old, I don't even remember that there are eggs there, so I will fry two tonight!" Grandma laughed.

She just doesn't want to part with it, and usually eats a green vegetable. Whatever is good, she has to wait for me to come back and eat it together.

"Eat it, or it will be broken, and it will be a waste of money!" I rubbed my fingers at her, waved my hand, and told her not to waste money.

Grandma nodded and said yes, she will definitely eat it.

There are still some fungus at home, I turned them out and soaked them, the pressure cooker sizzled on the stove and the rice smelled, I cut the pork into slices on the chopping board, sprinkled salt and poured some light soy sauce to marinate, cut the tofu into small pieces Put the pieces in a bowl, beat the eggs with salt, stir some minced lean meat into it, and steam it in the pot when the rice is cooked.

They are all simple dishes, one fried pork with fungus, one bean | curd lean meat soup, one steamed egg, and they are ready in a short while. The grandparents and grandchildren sit at the table to eat.

Grandma said it was delicious as she ate it, and I also thought it was delicious. I usually eat very well when I dine out with Mu Junchen and the others, but the home-cooked dishes I make always have a more simple taste.

The two cleaned up all the food, and grandma went to wash the dishes. I stretched out on the chair and touched my stomach. Grandma turned her head and saw it, and laughed at my ugly posture.

"It's been a long time since I saw your uncle and aunt." Grandma arranged the clean dishes neatly on the dish rack, "Where's Yanyan, did Yanyan come back from the holiday?"

I shook my head and said I didn't come back. I compared Liu Shengfa's height, walked with two fingers, walked for a long time, and rubbed my fingers again.

Grandma immediately understood my half-baked sign language: "Go out to make money?"

I nodded, with my hands crossed to imitate walking in high heels, and I poked a finger on the back of my hand.

Grandma opened her mouth and said in surprise, "Auntie went for an injection? Did you catch a cold?"

I thought about it, put my hands together on my face, and tilted my head on my hands.

"Is hospitalised?"

I nod.Grandma asked what was wrong again, and I said I didn't know.She sighed, and said softly: "Your uncle must have gone out to make money to treat her illness, and he doesn't know how to save some money, but they are both illiterate and can't make much money, Huai Huai, you have to study hard , You must be admitted to a university, and you will be able to find a good job and live a good life if you are admitted to a university.”

She wiped her hands and sat down next to me, and said in a low voice: "Grandma has money for you to study when you are admitted to university. I have a piece of land in Chashan, which was left to me by your grandfather. Your uncle doesn't know, so we secretly Sell ​​it, and the money will go to your college.”

I smiled and nodded, and made a matching surprised expression.

That piece of tea mountain land is long gone, probably when I was in elementary school, the village committee mobilized people in the village to sell the land, and came to communicate with grandma when they found out the land, but grandma couldn’t hear them, and they couldn’t sign language. So I went to find Liu Shengfa, and Liu Shengfa sold it very simply, signed for my grandmother, and coaxed my grandmother to press her fingerprints.

It is estimated that she still does not know what she fingerprinted at that time.

Grandma, we have no money, not a little money.

After taking a shower, I climbed up to the attic. I lay on the bed in a daze, thinking for no reason. On a night when it was raining heavily, Mu Junchen was drenched and sat at the back door of his grandmother’s house crying. I was careful, he listened to what I said.

But he also has very fierce moments, and loses his temper for no reason, like thunder on a sunny day, who is the real Mu Junchen?

Which is the real me?

Mu Junchen is going to the provincial capital the day after tomorrow, do you want to see him off?

If we just separated in a state of cold war, can we still reconcile?

Forget it, go to bed first, anyway, he has to leave on Sunday, I still have a day to think about it.

However, around nine o'clock the next morning, I was digging sweet potatoes in the vegetable field when I suddenly received a call from Zhang Jigang.

Zhang Jigang opened his mouth and crackled like beans: "Where are you? Isn't your class organizing an outing today? Why didn't you see you? Didn't you sign up and pay the money? Why did your monitor say you didn't sign up? Damn you now What are people doing there?"

I was a little confused, and while sorting out the information in his words, I answered him: "Dig sweet potatoes at home."

Zhang Jigang: "..."