escape and return

This is an old two-story house. Although the walls on the first floor are made of cement, the beams and ceilings are all made of wood.The second floor is entirely made of wood. There are two long bamboos hanging outside a row of carved wooden windows. The wooden floor extends from the building, forming a long and narrow passage under the windows. A wooden door arrives.

There are three doors downstairs, one is on the far right side of the aisle, one is next to the wooden door on the right, the two form a right angle, and the other is directly in front of the square, facing the dirt road he stepped on.Of the three doors, only this one was open.

This is what Fangge can observe so far. He turned his head to Fang Sheng and asked, "Can you take me to the room?" Fang Sheng raised his head and stared at him dully, without saying a word.

Just when he was about to grope, Fang Sheng stood up, walked up to Fangge, tilted his head and asked, "Who are you? Why do you look so much like your mother?"

Fang Ge touched his nose in embarrassment, and replied, "I should be your other brother."

"Another brother? My parents never said that I have another brother. Are you a relative?"

Fangge tightened the bag in his hand, raised his head to look at the empty blue sky, rolled his throat again and again, then lowered his head to meet Fang Sheng's dark eyes, and responded softly: "En."

"Go in, the door is open, hey, what are you carrying in your hand? Is there anything to eat?" As he spoke, he reached out to grab the bag of clothes in Fang Ge's hand.

"Clothes, they are clothes, there is no food." Fangge quickly changed the things from his left hand to his right, and held them up high again.

Fang Sheng was about the same height and age as Yuan Song, but he was surprisingly strong. He stood on tiptoe and gritted his teeth to reach for the checkered bag. When he pulled hard, the bag broke, and the clean clothes fell on the ground. On the ground, there was a place.

"Ah, I didn't bring anything to eat." Fang Sheng frowned and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, stepped on his clothes and left, walking towards the outside of the courtyard.

Fangge was very angry, his eyebrows were wrinkled together, and his nostrils were dilated several times.

How can there be such a child?

He picked up the clothes on the ground and vigorously patted the dust on them, and carried them into the door.

The door is full of various tools. This is like an occupied hall. There is another door on the left side of the hall. Push the square. This is a bedroom with two beds, a wardrobe, and a TV cabinet. On the TV cabinet There is a TV set, and stacks of shoe boxes are stacked next to the closet. Apart from that, there seems to be nothing else conspicuous in the room.

Fangge put the clothes on the smaller bed, and sat carefully with his butt against the edge of the bed, looking around the room. There were rustling footsteps from the ceiling upstairs, which made Fangge's little heart tremble. When they got together, it was a mouse.The rats are so rampant during the day, what kind of scene should it be at night.

Fangge was frightened by mice when he was a child. When he fell asleep in the middle of the night, he suddenly felt something crawling over his head. When he grabbed it, a mouse ran over his forehead with a "squeak" sound. Fangge sat up with a "swoosh" and called out to his mother.

By the time mother struck a match, the mouse had already jumped off the bed and escaped.Fangge was frightened into a cold sweat, and the touch on his hands was still very obvious, fluffy, soft and hot. Thinking that it came from a mouse, his whole body stood on end.

Since then, he has developed a fear of mice and an aversion to furry, squishy creatures.

At this moment, he was sitting on the edge of the bed awkwardly, the movement upstairs from time to time irritated his nerves, he raised his eyelids and stared at the ceiling, for fear that he would suddenly fall from the top of his head and hit his face .

Here, except for a few clothes that belonged to him, he didn't bring homework or books, and there were such a group of rats upstairs that he really didn't know what to do.

In the evening, a slanting sun shone in from outside the window and fell on the big bed. Fang Ge was fascinated by the dust rolling in the light.

"Hey, hey, can you cook? I'm hungry." Fang Sheng came back, and he didn't know which corner he went to, his face was covered with ashes.

"Where are your parents?" Fang Ge didn't like this younger brother who was not polite at all.

"They come back very late every day." Fang Sheng showed that dazed expression again, this younger brother always felt weird to him. "Gululu", Fangge rubbed his suffocated stomach in embarrassment. He hadn't eaten since he left the hospital with Fang Lei in the morning.

"Look, you're hungry too, hurry up and cook." Fang Sheng pointed at his stomach to express his orders.

Fang Ge resigned to his fate, he stood up and walked to the door, pouted, "Take me to the kitchen."

The kitchen is behind the wooden door on the far right that he saw today. When he opened it, he saw that it was quite large. There was an earthen stove, two gas stoves, and a small wooden dining table. The painted red washbasin stand, with four towels hanging on it, is placed next to the washbasin stand, an old wooden red lacquered kitchen cabinet, and there is a large area in the middle of the kitchen.

There is also a back door in the kitchen, which isolates most of the light sources. As long as it is opened, the setting sun can pour in from behind.There is a large tank next to the back door, which is used to hold water, and an old vertical faucet is even higher than the rim of the tank.

Fang Ge searched around, and there were some leftovers in the cupboard, which had gone rotten in this weather.

There was a bag of rice in the grid on the top of the cupboard. Some of the grid was measured out, and it was taken down according to the amount of four people.

There is no firewood behind the clay stove, so he can only use the gas stove. He has seen the gas stove in my uncle’s house, but he has never used it. Every time he sees them turn the button, the fire can be ignited with a “snap”. It's amazing.

Now, he wandered around the gas stove for a long time, but still couldn't make up his mind.Finally, with the mentality of giving it a try, he secretly cheered himself up, and stretched out his hand to the gas barrel connected to the stove. There was a rotary switch on it. Fangge tried to twist it, "呵", twisted, He tried to turn the button on the gas stove again, and with a "boom~", the fire turned on, and he tried to turn the button a circle to turn down the firepower.

This makes Fang Ge happy, and I feel embarrassed, Ge Zi, you are not bad!

He put the rice in the pressure cooker, put it on the gas stove and burned it, then turned and walked to the front yard, where some vegetables were planted, such as green vegetables, chrysanthemum chrysanthemums, and radishes.Fang Sheng squatted on the uneven floor in the kitchen, looking up at him as he walked around.

As the crickets echoed, Fangge fried two vegetables, and as soon as he put the plate on the table, Lin Fenghong and his wife came back and shouted "Asheng" outside the door.

When Fang Sheng heard it, he ignored him and didn't get up, just staring at Fang Ge all the time.

"Mom called you." Fang Ge glanced at him, and then stood by the earthen stove, leaning his back against the edge of the stove, staring at the direction of the door, ready to wait for the couple to come in.

This was the second time he had seen his father, short in stature, stubbled, dark and thin.Mother Lin Fenghong is a beauty lover, even if she is working, she tidies herself decently.

Before the couple entered the door, they saw Fang Sheng squatting on the ground. Lin Fenghong hurried over to pick him up, and patted him on the back, "Ah Sheng, are you scared? Why don't you go Grandma stays there, wait a minute, mom, after mom cooks the meal..." Lin Fenghong turned around and saw the dishes on the table, and the son who had been raised by someone else was standing at the other end of the table.

"Fangge, when did you come back? Why didn't you call someone? Parents." Fang Jianguo stepped into the kitchen and saw his cheap son.

"Don't, don't call us parents in the village. We were born secretly. Didn't you hurt us by asking him to call us parents? You want to pay a fine?" Lin Fenghong rolled her husband's eyes, "Calling aunt, does uncle know? Remember, don't call your parents in front of outsiders."

Fangge lowered his eyes and squeezed his hands tightly behind his back. That’s right, he was born by Lin Fenghong hiding in the old attic of his grandmother’s house in Lihe Village. No one in Fang Jianguo’s village knew about Fangge’s existence. Now that he is back, his household registration is still registered under the name of his grandparents in Lihe Village, and the euphemistic name is: picked up orphan.These are the reasons why the group of relatives ridiculed him all day long.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Fang Sheng called in Lin Fenghong's arms, and Lin Fenghong quickly put him on the chair by the dining table, and went to the stove to cook griddle-roasted rice by herself.The rice had a burnt smell. Fangge used a gas stove and pressure cooker to cook rice for the first time. He didn’t know the timing, the fire was too high, and he didn’t turn off the fire until he smelled the burnt smell. Fangge was terrified when he smelled the burnt smell.

"Be careful when cooking next time, it's too burnt to eat." Lin Fenghong threw the lid of the pot with a bang, which startled Fang Ge.

"Okay, okay, it's Fangge's first time back, so don't say a few words, isn't the upper layer still edible, hurry up and pass it to A Shengsheng." After speaking, Fang Jianguo took out a bottle of wine from the cupboard , sat at the table and began to drink on his own.

"Come over to eat soon? What are you doing with the pestle?" Lin Fenghong yelled.

Fangge hurriedly went to the cupboard to get a bowl, and put all the scorched parts of the pot into his own bowl.