The mountains are faint and the clouds are swaying in the wind.

The wild grass all over the mountains has begun to turn yellow and wilt. As the autumn wind passes, the golden leaves dance with the west wind, gently covering the mountains.

The pine tree has become deeper, and the short bushes of leaves have long disappeared, and its dense branches are stretched around like a thorny one.

The oak trees on the ridges are mixed with mulberry trees and oak trees mixed with neem, and the branches are covered with a faint purple color. From a distance, they look like a fog. Because of this, when the fog is just about to rise in the morning, the extremely beautiful scenery is reflected in the sun.

The mountains are silent, and sometimes a bird flies by, leaving a crisp cry.

The goshawk circled high in the air, like a kite, dripping with the wind in a soothing circle.

A scent of fragrance surged in the air, and I don’t know where it came from, but it just made people feel refreshed and went quietly.

By the forests in the mountains, the sorghum corn has withered, and the branches and leaves are standing in the fields waiting for the final harvest. Most of the other fields have been harvested, revealing the black land, dividing a fertile field into pieces.

Zhang Xingming and Zhang Xingbing, who asked for leave to come back to see his mother, stood by the national highway with his grandparents and grandpa and watched all this.

The house is gone, the entire building base and the yard have become vegetable fields, with only a few foundation stones exposed there. The old walnut tree on the original fork on the national highway is still there, standing tall. Whether there is any owner has no effect on it.

On the slope where the walnut tree is a hawthorn tree with twisted branches. It is not a red in the mountains, but a real hawthorn. A huge bluestone lies under the hawthorn tree. It is the hotbed of Zhang Xingming and his brother when they were young.

The entire back garden was gone, and there was no boundary with other vegetable fields. The original plum tree on the ground was gone. I am afraid it became a fireworks under someone's stove. The apple and pear tree was still there, and a few branches were cut off, standing tenaciously on the edge of the ground.

It turned out that the road on the other end of the yard was already covered with weeds, and a few tall poplar trees on the side of the road were still so tall, piercing into the sky like a sharp sword. The original families had moved to the fort, but the houses were still there, and the dark thatched grass on the houses were shaking in the autumn wind.

The small bridge connected to the dirt road in Zhong Laosi’s yard has collapsed, leaving only a crooked bridge stake standing by the river. Zhang Xingming remembered the scene of his brother hitting it with a stick: “Changhong, Zhong Changhong, come out. I have a younger brother, can we cut it together, do you believe it?”

"Let's go pick Yang spicy food? I know where it is, but I have to pay half of it if I pick it."

"I only have ten, I will give you seven. If you don't believe me, please turn it over."

...

The four people stood on the edge of the national highway and watched quietly, Li Chun, Wang Honghua and Zhang Qisheng stood on the side.

After standing for a long time, my grandfather sighed softly. He was born here, grew up here, married and adopted children, and lived for nearly seventy years. He is now on this land that is less than three acres.

Now, this is just a vegetable field from other people.

Grandma suddenly said, "Is the vegetable cellar still there? There are still radishes inside, which are more than fifty kilograms." Then she sighed and stopped making a sound. After a while, she turned her head and said, "You can't even take a shower in the ditch? The water is not as cold as summer?"

Grandpa raised his hand and pointed to the direction of the water well and said, "Then, that tree was planted by my brother and I, and it has become a forest. My brother's grave is in that forest. Now it's covered with grass? I am still taught by my brother. I was lazy at that time and didn't want to work, so he used this to play with me."

Zhang Xingming said: "Grandpa, it's too wasteland now and people can't get through. When I go back, I'll ask someone to come over to repair my grandfather's grave and clear the other side. We'll come again next year."

Grandpa blinked his turbid eyes and said, "I'm not going to see it, I know I can't get through it. I'm telling you that if I die in the future, I will bury me next to your grandpa. I'm just such an older brother in my life, and I've never married my wife to pull me up. I have to go and accompany him."

Zhang Xingming asked: "Has my grandfather never got married in his life?"

Grandma said, "When I came here, I looked at the boss, but when I got through the door, I married the second brother. Who knows what their buddies think? Your mother and your uncle were going to starve to death. I just thought, "What do you care about the eldest brother and the second brother, just be able to eat."

Grandpa smiled, laughed silently, and said, "There is only a little rice in the family, and we can get a wife. My brother said he is old and there is no need. He is sixteen years older than me. He said he is afraid that he will die and we will not be able to live."

Grandma said to Zhang Xingming: "Your mother should still remember that your grandfather loves children, and is even more affectionate than his biological child. She coaxes him to carry them every day. If your mother cries, she will be anxious like something. Be good, she will leave if she can't do it, and she will not leave even if she says nothing."

Zhang Xingming asked: "How did my grandfather die?"

Grandma said, "What kind of inflammation is Lan? I can't remember my name, so I asked a barefoot doctor to come to my house for treatment. I said I had to cut it and dig a hole in my stomach. Then I had a fever and lay there for a few days. Can a good person's stomach be dug a hole?"

Grandpa said: "That's called surgery. If you don't have surgery, you will have to suffer. If you don't have a good life, you will have a fever."

Zhang Xingming asked: "Where did the surgery?"

Grandpa pointed to the base below and said, "It's just in the house, lying on the edge of the kang, and I'm using the needle and thread from the home. I didn't dare to look at it, so I stood outside the window and listened. My brother was carrying a stick, and he didn't scream at all."

The soldier said, "Fuck, there is no sterilization room without anesthetics or disinfection. How can I avoid a fever?"

Li Chun sighed and said, "You have never experienced that era. It would be great if you can find someone to see when you are sick. You still hope that anesthetics will be disinfected. Survival is life, and death is also life. It depends on God's eyes."

Grandpa walked over and touched the old walnut tree, and asked the adviser to look up, saying, "It's so high, when I carried it back and planted it, I just came to my waist and carried it out of the golden ditch. My brother said this is good and it can bear fruit. It really makes me bear. You and your brother ate a lot when they were young."

Zhang Xingming nodded, remembering the scene when he was a child with his brother squatting under the windowsill with a small hammer and smashing walnuts on the homestead stone. He smiled and seemed to hear the cry of the chicken snatching walnuts in his ears. He has never been favored by chickens since he was a child, so he said something in his heart.

Grandpa held the old walnut tree, looked around, patted the walnut tree, and said softly: "Let's go, go into the fort. The soldier still wants to see his mother, there's nothing we can see here. Let's go."

Zhang Xingming asked: "Grandpa, do you take a photo here?"

Grandpa shook his head and said, "No need to take a photo, it's all in my heart."

The two old men walked towards the car with each other, and grandma's gray hair was blown away by the wind, shaking in the wind.

Zhang Xingming suddenly discovered that his grandmother and grandfather's backs were so obvious now.

In the wind, I heard my grandma say softly: "It would be better if I didn't sell it at that time."
Chapter completed!