The light gauze lingers around the top of the mountain, and the smoke rises from the black and white roof beams. The vast sky is empty, like a child who has left home. The hair with tentacles gently stretches out and holds the mother's hand. In the quiet mountain village, a few dogs bark,
Mixed with adults reprimanding playful children, big slaps on the flesh, children roaring, and buffaloes roaring after dusk when they enter the pen.
In the south corner of the village, in a small yard, a jute-colored hen cooed and called for her chicks. She got into the chicken coop and opened the door. The naughty little egret spread its wings and white feathers, as pure as a three-year-old.
Children are full of curiosity and eager to explore the black and ignorant woods. The world in the chicken coop is full of expectations and surprises for the little egret that has never set foot in it. The adventure failed. Li Feng helplessly helped the two egret brothers to escape.
"Now you know how powerful you are." Li Feng looked at the scattered white feathers on the ground speechlessly. It was a battle of absolutely unequal strength. The two tall egrets finally became the winner when the hen was absolutely furious and fought with red eyes.
A small boat drifts on the sea during a heavy rainstorm.
"How pitiful." Mom Zhang Lan saw small and large herons with traces of blood, and poor egrets with bald heads and messy hair, with pitiful and frightened eyes, surrounding Zhang Lan's feet.
In the kitchen, Li Shan is a little clumsy but full of tenderness. A faint light shines through the window into the small stove. The traces of time are all over the small kitchen. After decades, the walls are still standing upright and glow with a light grayish blue color.
, an unclear color, with a trace of light waves spreading out over time.
Li Feng saw that although his mother was talking to him, her eyes occasionally glanced at her husband, Li Feng's father Li Shan, who was busy in the kitchen and was a little messy. The white flour bubbles floated away, making a circle of ripples, and he was usually well-behaved.
The porcelain basin was like a wild horse running wild in his hands.
"Mom, look at Dad, it's so interesting to be so friendly here, with the basin running around." This was the first time that Li Feng saw his father in such a state of embarrassment, whether it was the fatigue of running for his own tuition in college or the sentimentality of being far away from him,
This man never showed his feelings on his face. He always smiled lightly and said, "Aren't you tired? Son, do you have enough money?"
The once burly man is now getting older, his straight waist is slightly bent, and the white hair sprouting slightly but clearly on his temples is so clear in Li Feng's mind that he counts the numbers with his eyes closed.
"You kid, you made a fuss at noon today, and again in the evening. Look at when your dad cooked, and look at how much flour has been scattered. This is all money. This is not your own food.
A pound or a tael is just free money. Mom still wants to save money to marry you a wife." Zhang Lan glared at the gloating son beside him. This child has been acting more and more mischievously these days. At noon, Li
Shan suddenly grabbed her hand, and for a moment Zhang Lan's heart suddenly stopped, soaring as fast as Liu Xiang's hurdles, knowing that he could not distinguish his own heartbeat, his whole body was numb, his arms were frozen, his face was as color as cinnabar, and there was a trace of incomprehension in his eyes.
Being shy seemed to make me go back to that mountain and river path. When I saw him for the first time, he had a burly body and a silly grin. He was so simple that he didn't know how to speak. He looked at himself with a red face and was stunned for more than ten minutes.
A man with big hands and thick shoulders stirs up his heart.
"Mom, today is your birthday. Let Dad cook a meal to reward you. You cook for him three hundred and sixty-four days a year. What's wrong with him cooking a meal for you? You don't know when I said this,
Dad agreed without even thinking about it. I dragged Uncle Liu to bring this flour from the town. It is specially prepared for you today." Li Feng has never felt such a bohemian feeling in his heart at this moment. Perhaps his father's
The majestic image suddenly collapsed at this moment, turning into what a loving father with a spring-like smile.
When he was a child, Li Feng loved to cause trouble. Not only did he steal chickens and dogs, but he also broke off the fourth milk corn and dug up the fifth master's paddy field just for the small carp that swarmed in it. Or when he saw someone's fruit being ripe, he would taste it for his master first.
When the girl was knocking on the tiles, the loud whistle was accompanied by a flying kick that was as precise as Maradona's and kicked the girl's tiles away.
Or in class, he suddenly wanted to stick a girl's hair to the wooden desk with circles of tape, or when his classmates were walking by the ditch, he suddenly appeared, shouted threats, and watched the classmates fall into the ditch.
At that time, after gloating wholeheartedly, under the whip of my father Li Shan, I howled that I would not dare to do it next time.
"You, why are you making such a fuss about your birthday? Look, mom hasn't had a birthday in decades, isn't she still living a good life? As long as you are healthy, mom likes you in her heart. And you are such an old child. Look at it.
Xiaoxu is only twenty-three years old. Although she cannot get a marriage certificate, her daughter-in-law's belly is already quite bulging. That day Zhou Yan came back from Beijing and you went to have a look and try to get pregnant this year and give birth to a fat grandson next year.
Mom thinks it's better than any other birthday." Zhang Lan said, and Li Feng shrank his head speechlessly, muttering to himself that he was willing to be useless, and besides, he didn't want to find a strong woman as his wife, it was too tiring. In other words, Zhou Yan
But I don't feel anything about myself. The two of them are just acting out a scene. It's just that the scene is overdone. There may be laughter. Maybe one day I or Zhou Yan will say the wrong thing. The scene will be over.
, I will definitely become a group of old and young men in the village. Women and children love snacks in their mouths, spitting them out and chewing them anytime and anywhere.
"There's no rush, we're still young." Li Feng didn't want to get involved in this great event of human reproduction, otherwise his mother would definitely point out that there are three ways to be unfilial and to have no offspring. This classic old man raised his hands and shouted the banner. He
He will definitely become the target of collective criticism from the elders in the village.
"Why are you not in a hurry? You are so young. Look at my parents, Zhang Lin, who is only half a year older than you. His child is already five years old this year and is about to go to school. Don't be in a hurry. I am still in a hurry to have grandchildren." Sample
, Zhang Lan slapped Li Feng on the forehead. Of course, before college, Zhang Lan would never dare to do anything to the child's forehead. Now, besides being dishonest all day long, thinking of ways not to give my mother a grandchild, it is better to slap her silly.
It would be better to give birth to a chubby little boy as soon as possible.
"Mom, don't worry, your daughter-in-law will have it, and your grandson will also have it. Just rest assured, today is your birthday, don't say such irrelevant things." Of course, Li Feng knew that he would definitely say this to his mother.
He would not give up, but the man rolled his eyes and looked at the already dark kitchen. His father finally worked hard to knead the dough like a 30,000-mile long march. The flour scattered on the chopping board looked like it had just experienced a snowstorm.
In the wheat field, only the color of snow can be seen, but no crops can be seen.
"Mom, I'm going to help Dad turn on the lights in the main room. Look, the sky is blurry." Li Feng didn't wait for Zhang Lan to say anything, and left this place of right and wrong as quickly as a god. The honest pull-wire incandescent lamp was so wonderfully designed in the main room.
Li Feng once led the trend in Lijiagang. As the first person, Li Feng became the eldest brother among the children in Lijiagang. He was legendary. He raised his sandals with two toes exposed and his head slightly raised at an angle of 45 degrees. He walked with his head raised like a dragon and snake circling around.
The little green in the mountains.
"You kid, huh, go ahead." Zhang Lan saw the white spots on her husband's eyebrows, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, making a happy look. Women are emotional creatures after all. What Li Shan did made Zhang Lan's heart skip a beat.
Trembling slightly, with the happiness still hanging on the corner of her mouth, she approached her husband and stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
"You're tired, I'll do it." Zhang Lan's voice was surprisingly gentle. It was very different from when he gave Li Feng a lesson just now. This made Li Feng, who was approaching the door, feel a little sad when he heard it, and then he opened his mouth and said,
Pulling out a greater happiness, filling the dim sky of the small courtyard.
"It's okay, I'm not tired. You can go and have some rest. Xiaobao is right. It's your birthday today, and we will take care of the housework today. Xiaobao, please come over and help me add firewood and boil water. Let you two see what I do today."
Craftsmanship." Li Feng heard that his boss was full of confidence. No, he was arrogant and not ambitious. He couldn't help but glance at the scattered dough and was extremely suspicious. But this kid was smart. At this time, he had better shut up with Lingdang.
After a while, the water was boiling. Ling Ding, who had come back from playing, was holding his hungry belly pitifully. He looked at the sweaty uncle who was rushing to make dough. The dough was scattered into several pieces, which made Li Shan angry.
I just want to whip it a few times. Li Shan, who was once a tractor operator in the Lizuizi Town team, felt that making a bowl of Shou noodles was so hard compared to the four-wheeled tractor. He had only made one meal, and he was already in a hurry and his mind was spinning.
I feel dizzy, with stars in my eyes, and my hands and feet are weak. My old wife has cooked for me for nearly thirty years, nearly ten thousand days, and thirty thousand meals. Those hands are calloused, and the flesh and blood are frozen and cracked in the ice water.
When it's hot, cook it over a roaring fire.
"Dad, why don't you let mom come?" Li Feng added some firewood, and the water in the pot was reduced by one-third. He took half a ladle of water and added it in. Ling Dang's little face wrinkled up like a bitter gourd, and it was definitely a pimple.
The pain was even more painful, and his little belly could already write a complete general's order. Let alone her, Li Feng couldn't bear it anymore. He saw the sky closing, and the last ray of light in the room dissipated in the cracks in the mountain corners. Summer night
The black is so pure that you can't see anything except mosquitoes with big and pointed heads like the devils of the night. Like the United States of America invading human airspace, they hunt for delicious blood unscrupulously and ignore each other in groups.
"Yeah, let me do it. How old are you and still messing around with your children?" Zhang Lan saw her husband making the failed noodles so carefully, a trace of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and dripped with sweetness on her eyes.
Take root and sprout in familiar soil.
"I'm trying, and I will definitely succeed this time." The scattered dough pieces seemed to feel Li Shan's deep desire, and they cleverly spelled out the pattern of love. Sweat flowed like a waterfall in front of his eyes, and he looked dimly at the cute oval dough,
Stack it up and cut it carefully. The sweat on Li Shan's face turned into happiness and spread on the ground, and the dough turned into noodles with uneven thickness. At this time, no one realized that this bowl of noodle soup, which was just decorated with a few green vegetables, was just a bowl of noodles.
, that is unspeakable love.
"It's delicious." Zhang Lan tried her best not to cry in front of her children. The water splashed from the noodle soup and she swallowed it with the noodles. It was so sweet.
"Well, dad, I didn't say much about your cooking skills." Li Feng helped Ling Dang pick up some vegetables and gave a thumbs up sign in admiration. I don't know whether it was because of hunger or because of the friendship between them. Everyone ate a lot in the evening.
