The appearance of the house is almost the same as it was five years ago. Because the windows are small, the light is still dim. The furniture my mother brought as a dowry is getting older and older, and several of the leg pillars are full of moth eyes.
Although the house is dilapidated, every corner and every space is full of warmth - the warmth of home. Fang Rui remembered a saying, a golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as a doghouse at home.
"Xiao Rui, why are you standing there stupidly? Put your things down quickly. Mom will pour you a cup of tea." Yu Yinghong was so happy that she took the luggage from her son and put it in the right wing. She also took a cup from the cupboard.
He took the cooking pot and poured a cup of tea for Fang Rui.
"Thank you, Mom." Fang Rui took the tea cup, thanked her habitually, and drank it all in one gulp.
"You silly kid, how can you thank mom for pouring you a cup of tea?" Yu Yinghong was cheerful. The smile on her face was probably that even if she won the first prize of a double-color ball, she would not be so happy. Fang Rui
I understand that the reason why my mother is so happy is because she has not been happy for a long time.
"I took the train all night last night, and I didn't tell my mother in advance that I would be coming back today, so that she could be prepared. You go and wash up first, and Mom will get you a bowl of noodles."
Yu Yinghong said that and was about to go to the kitchen. Fang Rui stopped her and asked, "Where's dad?"
"Your dad is in Pingyang."
"What are you doing in Pingyang?"
"Keep the materials on the construction site." Yu Yinghong said helplessly.
"How's dad's foot doing now?"
"It's not the same as before. It's just that I didn't go to a big hospital. I was delayed in a small hospital and spent a lot of money... Alas, your dad is destined to have such a disaster. Fortunately, he only injured his leg... Xiaorui, you
Don't take it to heart." Yu Yinghong's smile faded, she sighed and entered the kitchen.
Suddenly, Fang Rui's heart was surrounded by deep guilt.
Father Fang Zhengping was originally a mason, doing the work of laying bricks, tiles and tiles. After decades of hard work, he forged superb skills and was considered a respected master. But five years ago, because of his
The incident made my father so angry and upset that he accidentally fell from a height of five to six meters when he was putting up wall tiles on a building in the city.
Fortunately, as luck would have it, my father's body fell on a pile of sand. His life was not in danger, but his left leg was crippled after hitting the solid ground. It was also because of this incident that he was injured outside early.
Fang Rui, who was almost at the end of his rope, never dared to go home.
"I'm hungry, let's eat some noodles." Mother quickly made the noodles, filled them in a bowl and brought them to Fang Rui.
"Well, thank you, Mom." The aroma of green onions mixed with noodles came to his nostrils. Fang Rui's wandering thoughts returned, he took the chopsticks handed over by his mother, and started eating.
"Eat slowly, don't choke." Yu Yinghong looked at her son lovingly.
"Mom, the noodles you made are so delicious. My son wants to eat them in his dreams." Fang Rui said grunting while swallowing the noodles. The noodles are handmade by the villagers and have a pure taste. The green onions are grown in their own fields.
The green onions are very fragrant. Coupled with my mother's craftsmanship, the noodles taste really good.
While eating noodles, Fang Rui thought of the meals cooked in big pots in those black-hearted factories in the South that were inferior to pig food, as well as the expensive meals made in unscrupulous fast food restaurants with ingredients like scraps.
There are so many waste oils, Sudan red, clenbuterol, dyed steamed buns, formaldehyde cabbage, pesticide bags of red rich soil, etc. Fang Rui can't figure out how many times he has been poisoned by these unscrupulous manufacturers in the past five years.
He only felt that his physical health was getting worse day by day, and he almost forgot that his hometown still had such a beautiful taste...
His nose was sore and he was worried that he could not hold back tears. Fang Rui quickly put back his thoughts and continued to eat.
Yu Yinghong has been watching silently from the side. From her son's expression, clothes and the way he eats, Yu Yinghong can tell that her son must be living a very difficult life outside. This makes Yu Yinghong feel sad again involuntarily, and turns around secretly to secretly
Wipe away tears.
A large bowl of noodles was quickly eaten by Fang Rui.
"Mom, help you fill another bowl." Yu Yinghong reached for the finished bowl.
"Mom, I'm full. You haven't had breakfast yet. My son will serve it for you." Fang Rui smiled at his mother, stood up, took the empty bowl and put it back in the sink, and then took a clean bowl to help his mother.
After filling a bowl of noodles, she took a pair of chopsticks and put them in front of Yu Yinghong, "Mom, eat it quickly. It won't taste good if the noodles stick together."…
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I chatted with my mother for a while, talking lightly about my experiences abroad these years.
Fang Rui was a little tired, so he steeled himself to continue chatting with his mother, but his mother considerately drove him to bed.
Fang Rui didn't force himself, took a shower and went into the bedroom.
Except for the fact that the plaster layer on the wall has peeled off more completely than it did a few years ago, and the carved windows are more decayed, the rest of the layout has not changed much from what it was back then, and the few posters of NBA stars on the bedside table are still there.
Looking at everything familiar in the bedroom, staring at the hard wooden bed that he had slept on for more than ten years, Fang Rui's thoughts were flying again... The coastal world, refugee camp-like dormitories, small space but expensive rentals with shared toilets
House, the noisy culvert next to the construction site, the cold and dampness of the cold underground pedestrian passage, these are the places that have accompanied me through lonely nights one after another...
Scene after scene, like a slideshow, passed through Fang Rui's mind, and there was another burst of painful memories of the past.
The sun outside the window gradually rose, and the warm morning sun shone into the room, shining warmly on Fang Rui. Fang Rui took off his clothes and lay on the bed. He was about to close his eyes when he suddenly felt a trace of red and green light in front of his eyes.
Flashed by, fleeting. How could the sun be red and blue? Fang Rui thought it was because he was too sleepy and had hallucinations, and didn't take it seriously.
Because I stayed up all night on the train, I fell asleep quickly.
It was different at home. Fang Rui slept peacefully as never before.
When Fang Rui opened his eyes, the setting sun was already setting outside the window.
As soon as he turned over and got up, Fang Rui saw that crimson light again, and it was still a sudden flash of light.
After a good sleep, Fang Rui felt much more energetic. He could see clearly that the red-green light just now was not an illusion, which made him doubtful. He wanted to find out what was going on, so Fang Rui followed the red-green light as it passed by.
trajectory, trying to capture its source.
Soon Fang Rui's eyes were fixed on the wall on the left side of the bedroom.
The lime layer on the left wall fell off not long ago, and the color of the earthen wall was still yellow-gray, but a small patch in the middle was green, which was weird. Fang Rui took a closer look and found that the green patch was square.
About fifteen centimeters on a side, it looks like it is embedded in a square of adobe bricks.
When his fingers touched the green area, it was cool and warm, and felt very comfortable. Fang Rui couldn't help but gently stroke it with his fingers, and suddenly felt a pain in his fingertips, but there was a small sharp thing protruding from the green surface at some point.
, it was it that scratched Fang Rui's finger.
Red blood gushes from the wound.
Fang Rui quickly pinched the wound.
At this time something strange happened——
No matter how hard Fang Rui pinched the wound, blood continued to gush out. Moreover, after the blood gushes out of the wound, it does not drip to the ground according to the laws of the earth's gravity. Instead, it rises into the air, turns into a blood mist, and then goes towards the green
It is attached to the surface and finally absorbed by the green surface.
Blood poured out continuously.
The blood mist continued to form.
The green surface also continuously absorbs the blood mist.
Blood gushed out spontaneously, and things became increasingly weird. Fang Rui was stunned.
Soon, the green surface on the wall in front of him became greener and greener. The crystal clear green was like clear water. Fang Rui saw what was underneath it - it was a painting, a lifelike original painting of mountains, rivers and fields.
There are mountains, water, fields, wilderness, and various plants and animals. The picture is very harmonious, beautiful, and vivid... They are full of vitality in the painting, as if they are alive.
What a beautiful paradise, Fang Rui was stunned when he saw it...