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Van Gogh's "Sunflower" (quoted from the Internet)
Reunion
Zong Xin and I are good friends who grew up together and went to the village central primary school together. But since I moved to the provincial capital with my family, our contact has been interrupted.
Now when my mind is clear, the scene of our breakup always appears in front of us from time to time: the rice pot in front of the house is drying the millet made by early rice, a turbid straw, the braid on the top of the head is tied with a 㧜, and the bottom is split downward to facilitate the drying of the roots in the water.
Several old hens are calling their children. Once an eagle circles in the sky, it will take the chicks quickly into the straw stack.
A large number of sparrows were also chirping, flying down from the roofs around the rice pot, waiting for an opportunity to steal the millet.
We sat on the stone mortar beside the rice pan, holding a slender bamboo pole in our hands, controlling the chickens and sparrows and preventing them from eating them secretly. From time to time, I have to stand up and turn the rice with a nine-tooth wooden rake.
In late summer, there is no tree on the rice pan that can cover the trunk. Fortunately, it is near the riverside, and gusts of breeze blowing. Wearing a hat on your head, it doesn’t feel stuffy.
We talked about ships in the sea, tall buildings in the city, roads, cars, and all kinds of people... Zong Xinying said in admiration: "Hongyi, you are so lucky. I will go to the provincial capital tomorrow, but I have never been to the Wenzhou city once. After you arrive at the provincial capital, don't forget me!" I agreed.
Who would have thought that when we met again, seven or eight years later, we all became sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys. People in Wenzhou joke that our half-sized boys are "boys", which means naughty, and it is easy to cause trouble. Therefore, the words "boys" seem intimate and mostly derogatory.
is in the late stage of ten years of turmoil. I graduated from junior high school. Seeing that several classmates in the same class have all gone to high school for key middle schools in the city, I also want to continue my studies. My mother said that her father passed away early, and she only earned about 20 yuan a month. One of her two brothers went to the countryside to work in the army and the other went to the Heilongjiang Construction Corps, and she also had to help them from time to time. Finally, your sister got sick and retired and worked as an apprentice in the store, and she only earned 18 yuan a month. The family is so difficult, how can you afford to go to high school? Although I was reluctant, I had no choice.
I want to find a formal job as soon as possible so as not to have idle meals at home, but it is not easy.
That day, a rapid knock on the door woke me up from my sleep. I saw that the old wall clock on the wooden wall was only about 8 o'clock, and my mother and sister were both going to work. I worked as a temporary worker in the "Octagon Head" not long ago. It was the turn of middle school. I was nearly 1:00 in the middle of the night when I got home. I was tired all over and wanted to sleep for a little longer! Damn it, who will knock on the door?
opened the door and saw that the other party asked in a clear Wenzhou accent: "This is Hongyi, is Ge Hongyi's family?"
I was full of suspicion and stared at the pale, nervous, familiar and unfamiliar face of the other party, and asked back, "What are you looking for him?" The other party suddenly shouted excitedly: "Ah, I finally found you, Hongyi, have you forgotten? I am Fu Zongxin!"
"Oh, Zongxin, I can't recognize you!" Suddenly, my sleepiness disappeared.
I pulled Zongxin into the house and let him sit on the bamboo couch where I was sleeping by the window. In this room of less than 12 square meters, there were originally five people living there. After the two brothers went to the countryside, they demolished a small brown shed bed, and the room was empty. The only backrest chair and desk was assigned by my father in his unit when he was alive. My clothes were placed on the chair, and I asked while wearing them, "Zongxin, have you eaten?" This is a polite word from the country people in our area. Perhaps it was because the countryside was too poor, so I greeted people when I met and asked them if they had eaten.
"I haven't eaten for more than a day. Do I have leftovers at home? Get some to fill my stomach first!" Zong Xin looked at the room and asked embarrassedly.
"Yes, yes!" I answered, picking up the large steel pot on the desk and opening it to Zongxin for reading.There was also half a pot of rice in it, which my mother left for me to make breakfast and lunch. "I'll go and cook it, it'll be soon!" I knew that the young man was pulled in two halves, and I just ate it like this, afraid that Zong Xin would not be enough for one person!
I poured most of the pot of boiling water into the pot, chopped the vegetables that my mother had washed, and pried open the layer of coal crumb cake sealed on the coal ball stove, and soon the heat came out of the pot.
