A Tall Family Talk (Short Story)

Today, Saturday, Lao Liang had a rare ease, personally cooked, made a hearty lunch, and treated the family. The old woman turned off the TV, the wife dropped her clothes, and only the son could not shout. Old Liang pushed open the door of Xiao Liang's room and saw that his son was turning on the lamp, turning his pen in his hand, and meditating in a daze.

"What do you think, son?" dine! ”

Xiao Liang put down his pen and sighed, "Dad, did you say that the teacher deliberately made it difficult for me, why is it not easy to write, but let me write Yimeng spirit?" ”

"Yimeng spirit is good, we are the old district of Yimeng, of course we have to write!"

The family sat together, eating and talking about the topic.

"Grandma, will you sing the Yimeng Mountain minor key?" Xiao Liang asked curiously.

Old Liang grew up listening to the old woman's Yimeng Mountain minor tune, so he asked the old woman to come to one; the old woman heard her son say that it was helpful for her grandson's composition, so she put down her chopsticks, and she cleared her mouth and sang softly.

"Everybody says hey, Yimeng Mountain is good, Yimeng that landscape, good scenery, green mountains: cough, cough..." Grandma suddenly coughed. Old Liang hurriedly stood up, "Is it all right?" mother! The wife quickly brought the hot tea to her mother-in-law and took the lead in applauding the old woman's singing; Xiao Liang Le danced with his hands, clapped his legs and stomped his feet, "Stick! club! Grandma sings nicely! ”

Old Liang glanced at Xiao Liang, and Grandma pointed to the mouth and waved her hand, "It's okay, cough, it's okay, it's okay." ”

"Grandma, there is!" Xiao Liang patted his head, "Yimeng Spirit will write you!" ”

Grandma was startled, "Grandma has something to write about, she has been a farmer all her life; it's pretty much the same to write about your mother." ”

"Mother! You can really make fun of me. What can I represent as a little village doctor? ”

Lao Liang suddenly became serious, and the movie picture in front of the war and the people in front of the people came to mind, "Of course you can't represent it!" That's the blood of the martyr staining it red! ”

The wife saw that she was reprimanded, and put away her smile, "Then who do you say can represent?" The martyrs are gone, how many more can the old Red Army have? The public security who catch the bad guys, the firefighters who fight the fire, our doctors are deeply rooted in the frontline of the fight against the epidemic; this cannot be represented, that cannot be represented, as far as you are officials and cadres can represent? But don't forget, the liberation of Yimeng was pushed out by ordinary nameless people with small carts! ”

Grandma saw that her daughter-in-law's appearance was not right, and gave Lao Liang a look; Xiao Liang's pair of big eyes turned wildly, staring at this, looking at that; the wife was about to whisk her sleeves away on the gas head; Lao Liang snorted and laughed!

Tiger Mountain appeared in front of his eyes, showing a poplar tree line, and saw the appearance of The Ramen Brother's brow tightened and struggling to figure out the noodles. This is our Yimengshan people, this is the representative of Yimengshan people! This is the promotion of our Yimeng spirit, this is the backbone of the Yimeng Mountain people who do not bend; false farmers cannot be represented, pseudo-charity cannot be represented, every day to the poplar tree line can not be represented, every day in the live broadcast room bites and insults each other can not be represented, there are two stinky money feel great representatives, a little power does not represent the people who do not do things for the people; in short, people who are single-minded for themselves cannot be represented, and people who do not have goodness in their hearts cannot represent!

Lao Liang's hands were spread, his face was full of red light, his smile was bright, and he suddenly felt relieved: "Good, eat!" ”

Grandma hadn't jumped out of the conversation yet, "If only your grandfather were alive, he really pushed the wheelbarrow to the front line; if he's still alive, my grandson will have something to write about!" ”

Hey, eat, eat!

(Lonely Mountain Rush 12 December 2021)