My parents put me to sleep today and I did need a deep sleep.
Feng Jiading's night was very quiet, falling asleep, as if everything was silent, the whole world was sleeping, so he was down-to-earth and fell asleep deeply.
When my father called out to me early in the morning, the voice was distant, as if it were the depth of a deep well from me, and it took half a day to reach my ears.
What a deep sleep.
I barely got up, only to find that the sky was not yet clear, climbed onto the fruit bed, slept heavily, and faintly saw my mother's busy figure.
It was her mother's tea season, and every morning, when the sky slowly lit up beside her, she estimated that she could not see it, and then ate and went up the mountain, as if the sky was just bright at this time.
Later, I remembered that in addition to the tea season, there are also such times.
When I was in the second semester of the third year of junior high school, I went to class on Sunday morning, and my mother was also not light, cooking noodles for me, the house was lit up, the window was dark, and my mother was busy.
It's just that the kitchen is steaming hot and warm for years.
Bring the fruit to the big vegetable garden to pick tea leaves, now think about it, that place is called the big vegetable garden, it is still quite interesting.
The sun is slowly coming out.
I let the fruit hide in the shade under the tea tree, and the fruit said what to do, I said that the sun was not shining there, and she was not happy at all.
Suddenly I thought, this scene is so familiar.
In those years, when I picked tea with my mother, my mother always told me to go to a place where the sun did not exist, saying that I would not dry, and I would stubbornly not go.
Some things, naturally, without deliberateness, are life and human beings.
To say ordinary, it is not ordinary.
Yesterday came back by cousin's car, the fruit vomited, he asked you and Yun Jie are not motion sickness, fruit is motion sickness, fruit is uncomfortable and do not forget to say, my grandmother motion sickness.
I smiled, and I felt so loving, that tone, I was the same as my grandmother.
She was tired of picking, so I asked her to pick flowers to play with, she said, but those bees also liked it.
I said you pick some, keep some for the bees, she doesn't.
Perhaps Guozi felt that her love for flowers was inferior to the love of bees for flowers.
And this, she easily perceives, the child's heart, how good.
Later, I took pictures with her and sang songs.
The sunshine is really good.
Later, Guo Zi and Sister Beibei played together, the tea mountain was quiet in an instant, the sound of the wind could be heard, coming and going on the side of the body, and the mountain wind in the sun was comfortable and pleasant.
Sometimes, the sound of the wind and grass will scare me for a while.
The quietness of the mountains, sometimes, will make people panic for no reason.
Just like picking tea leaves with my mother before, I bowed my head, and after a while, I looked up, and no one could see, and I shouted my mother, and my mother agreed, and my heart settled down and continued to pick tea.
Even so, a person's quietness is still a bit fascinating, feeling immersed in the wind, there will be a moment when you feel that you and the current world are one.
A day is not long, a short day is not short, it is also a past.
At dusk, the sky turned cold, and the bath was added with a cotton jacket and autumn pants.
Night, and stars.
On my second night at the top of the Feng family, I thought of our family's fruit mother.