The bedroom window was open, the curtains were blown up by the wind, and the tassels hung down to the kang surface and shook slightly.
On this morning, The willow leaf was woken up by the cold. Her plump shoulders revealed the quilt, and with her eyes closed, she saw as usual:
A woman in a pink shirt went to the courtyard to carry a large basket of broken bean straw and crouched by the white tile stove to make a fire. She first put a bun and a bowl of sesame oil on the pot curtain, then covered the lid of the large aluminum pot, and then straightened up and pounced on the grass residue of the pants, and pulled the bottom edge of the pink shirt flat. Turning around and pulling out a fist-sized piece of lean meat from the refrigerator, he quickly cut the lean meat into shreds, roasted shredded pork spinach soup...
Willow leaf is used to "looking" at herself every day with her eyes closed in the bed, and the plug says that she is daydreaming. In fact, she just lazily for a short time, then "exhaled" to uncover the quilt and perform the duties of the hostess in a furious manner. However, this morning, she was reluctant to open her eyes for a long time.
She visibly felt the bed getting hotter and hotter. She put her hand under the mattress, her hands hot. Willow leaf nose a sour. The plug is good, it is a bit macho, he thinks that cooking is a woman's business, and the man touches the pot head and the pot along the edge. However, today the sun came out of the west, and the plug was cooked.
She got off the kang, put on the pink shirt, and walked to the courtyard. The courtyard was so quiet that her nose was sour again: the old cattle in the cowshed were sold to their brothers years ago, dozens of fat pigs in the pigsty were out of the pen last month, the chickens in the chicken coop had already contributed to the Spring Festival meal, and the puppies let the grandson of the second aunt hold it yesterday.
The bolt was squatting in the courtyard smoking a dry cigarette, and the old camouflage suit was wrapped around him. When he heard the willow leaf moving, he straightened up the back of a little hunch, went into the house and lifted the lid of the pot, ready to cook. Willow sucked his nose, and two clouds of water mist rose in his eyes. When she entered the house, there was a bowl of golden chicken cake on the table, a plate of steaming buns, and a pot of shredded spinach soup. Neither of the couple spoke, and they tacitly agreed: eat all the food and leave no bite left, because they moved away today.
After the meal, Liu Ye came to the courtyard and looked at the three brick houses built more than twenty years ago, the milky white plastic windows, and the sky blue colored steel tiles that were uniformly replaced when the country's new rural construction was built the year before. The red brick courtyard wall was bolted when her daughter was ten years old, and the large silver iron door was welded by the town's blacksmith. When I first started a family, how young was the plug, the red face was like drinking two or two corn burns every day, laughing and hehe, and the smoking posture was full of heroism. The willow leaves are so beautiful, the work in the field is tired, as long as she has time, she will dress up as a water spirit, go to the river to wash, go to the market to buy and sell, go to the vegetable garden to pick, who does not say that they are really a match.
Fast forward more than twenty years, and my daughter graduated from college and worked in the city. Come back and say how good life is in the city, and let my parents go to the city to buy a house. The plug said to Willow that you would like to go, and I will not go anywhere. Willow Said, What else can we do when we leave the land, even if we want to go, we must first earn enough money. The embolus said, I just have money and don't go. Last spring, the family really had money. Because the reservoir is to be built in this area, the whole village must be relocated. Give money to the house and land, give back to the pension insurance, and have a pension every month when you reach the age. The bank accounts of the embolus and willow leaves suddenly entered hundreds of thousands of dollars, and they also did pension insurance.
Years ago, The father and mother of the bolt happily returned to their hometown in Shandong with their share of the relocation fee. Before leaving, the father told his son's family to come over next year after cleaning up, and the family would be reunited. It was a reunion again, the daughter let go, the father let go. Liuye's mother's village did not need to be relocated, but Liuye's sister-in-law was angry. She had long wanted to leave the crop yard, but she had always thought that she was a rural person, complaining about her tanned face in the summer and wearing even the best clothes. Now, she envied her sister-in-law's good fate, and she was about to leave the ditch.
Willow does not agree with her sister-in-law's ideas, and she does not agree with her daughter's outlook on life. Whoever said that only the city is good, now every day is better, as long as you are diligent and admit to doing it. Since last year's decision to relocate, the black face of the embolus is as calm as a carved statue in stone. Willow leaf was like living in the heart of the plug, and she knew exactly what he thought. The policy of the Immigration Office has long been publicized to every household, and those who are unwilling to leave the land will settle in the new villages of immigrants. The new village is divided into near Liuye Niangjia Village, there are new housing areas, there are planting areas, there are breeding areas... Go? She has a plug for the helm.
The bolt got up early in the morning, and he went to the village and went around the outside of the village. When he was a child, there were mud roads everywhere, and when it rained, he and his friends ran wildly, and they were also happy to be scolded by their mothers. Today, it's all concrete roads, and the rain is flowing into the ditch. When I was a child, my family lived in a grass house, wooden staff, and now they are all neat courtyards, big houses, and there are willows in front of the house and behind the house. What a rich and beautiful village, condensing the painstaking efforts of generations! But today I have to say goodbye to this place. He looked at it one by one, and he walked over and over again, although the last time his daughter came back, she took a camera to photograph the village and the family, even the grass of the chicken laying eggs, and the corners and corners of the home. Soon, it will be a sea of water. Thinking of this, he squatted in the woods behind the village and cried. At breakfast, he didn't say a word, afraid that a mouth would shed tears again.
The sun rises, and families carry the last of their homes in the bright sunshine. People don't talk loudly in the past, and people don't have the smiles of the past on their faces. Willow leaf and bolt finished moving things, just like that stood straight in the doorway, the back of the bolt is not hunched, willow leaf once again pulled flat the bottom edge of the pink shirt. They said goodbye to the village.