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In the early morning of Lapa Ba, the sky was just numb, the birds had not yet gotten up, and the fourth brother Pan Fu woke up early. He couldn't bear the cold, and after hurriedly getting dressed, he urged my mother to get up quickly.
"Mother, I want to eat jujube rice." Pan Fu followed behind his mother's ass and stubbornly held on to it.
"Well, we don't eat date rice, and the mother will make you a corn paste to drink." Sugar is added, okay? With tears in her eyes, she coaxed the fourth brother.
Pan Fu cried "Wow". When the year comes, the family is about to run out of grain, and even the corn paste can't be drunk, where is the date rice?
The mother helplessly wiped away the tears that spilled from the corners of her eyes, and she was fierce, and brought out a scoop of white noodles from the noodle jar, which she used to make dumplings for the New Year. Without saying a word, she walked toward the home of the village party secretary Si Mao.
After a moment's effort, the mother carried a bowl of rice and a small bag of red dates in her hand, and returned home with joy. The fourth brother stopped crying, squatted in front of the stove, and helped his mother to make a fire to cook.
The mother divided the cooked jujube rice into four bowls, and Panfu devoured it, and while eating it, she also chewed it "bar click", like the "pig" who was stealing ginseng fruit.
Dad didn't eat, my mother didn't eat, I was already a hairy boy at that time, watching my father and mother didn't eat, I didn't move my chopsticks. Dad shook his hands and lit the cigarette bag, and I looked at the smoke ring he spat out. The fourth brother finished eating the jujube rice in the bowl, and he snorted, he hadn't eaten enough. His mother gave him half of the rice in his bowl, and his father also gave him half a bowl of rice. I wanted to give the rice to my father and mother, but they didn't want it, so I blushed, turned around, and wiped the tears from my eyes.
"Dad, I want to go to the northeast, find the eldest brother and the second brother, and I can't eat enough at home and I can't wear warm clothes." One more person requires one more ration. I raised my face and pleaded bitterly.
Dad's tall and small, the villagers bullied him, gave him a nickname, called "melon", which means the melon on the end of the melon, naturally thinner. For this, I didn't fight with the children in the village, especially Erfeng. Erfeng said that my father was a "stalk melon", the children laughed loudly, I was not angry, but said that his father's name was "eighty percent". His father's name is Dacheng, and he is very honest, and the villagers say that he is "80%", which means that he lacks heart eyes, and only 80% of his heart eyes.
Erfeng fought with the others tall and big, a punch to my heart socket, I was smaller than him, but people were more clever than him, I flashed to the side, Shunshi hugged his arm, bit it, and the blood immediately flowed down his arm. Unexpectedly, a person as big as him actually cried! I'm not ashamed. The children laughed, and the ending naturally ended with Erfeng's mother coming to the door, and then my mother scolded me. However, Erfeng they would never dare to do anything with me again.
"No, I'm going to let you go to high school and college." Dad's eyes widened, my eyes filled with tears, but my heart secretly made up my mind.
In the evening, the mother steamed a pot of cornmeal nests and distilled a pot of sweet potatoes, which is the grain of our family for a week. I put the nest head and sweet potato in my pocket, carried a few clothes on my back, stole the 10 yuan that my mother hid in the pillow, and quietly left the house.
The door of the Simao family was open, there was no one in the yard, and I had a crooked thought —Simao had bought a "permanent" bicycle—and I leaned over, stuck to the root of the wall, went into the yard, took the sheep by the hand, and pushed away the "permanent" car. The whole family was eating, and no one found me.
I rode the car overnight, and at dawn I arrived at jining railway station and sold the bike to a middle-aged man with a beard. The fare was finally settled, and I got on the train and let out a long sigh.
I finally left the place where the birds don't and came to the northeast. As soon as I got off the train and looked at this fat black land, tears of excitement flowed from my eyes. Three Rivers Plain, I have finally come to your arms! At the exit of the station, the eldest brother Panjin and the second brother Panyin were waiting for me.
A month later, I asked my eldest brother for 200 yuan, remitted it to Uncle Simao, and wrote him a letter, but it was not paid. I told him in my letter that I had "borrowed" his bicycle in a hurry to use the money, and had to ask him to buy another one—I didn't want to make a name for myself as a "thief" in the village.
I took the jujube rice that my wife had put in the bowl, remembered the lapa, remembered my father and mother, remembered the jujube rice made by my mother, and cried silently. This spring festival, I want to go home, go back to the small village that makes me think about it and haunt my dreams, go to my father's grave, and send them a strange piece of paper money.
For more than forty years, Brother Panfu, your third brother Pan Xi is coming back.
About author:Zhang Fuxian, formerly known as Zhang Huifeng, is a geography teacher at Chengwu Bole No.1 Middle School in Shandong Province. Use poetry to record the joys and sorrows of life, use words to describe the good, evil, beauty and ugliness of the world; good reading, love calligraphy, to praise the true feelings of the world, to say all the unfairness of the world. He is a contracted writer of Chinese original novels, who has written the novella "Auspicious and His Partners", as well as short stories, miniature novels, essays, and poems, totaling millions of words, and his works are scattered on various online platforms.
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