The village of Xiaoqiao has a winding road that connects to the city road and connects many farmlands and houses. The house is like a lake. Rivers that flow outward eventually flow into the sea, and rivers that flow inward eventually flow into the Great Lakes. But whether it flows into the sea or into the Great Lakes is unknown.
The family of two grandchildren in the village lives there. Grandchildren go to school every day, and grandmothers buy and sell wine every day. If you ask your parents where they went, all you can say is that they are abandoned children. He remembered his parents disappearing on the winding road. There was fog that morning and her parents quickly disappeared. When the parents leave, the child does not cry and does not make a sound. It wasn't her coldness, it was how many times she cried. Now, he didn't want to cry. He didn't make any sound.
The old man was a businessman. Her job is to get up at 6 a.m., help her grandchildren after dinner, pack her bags, and sell alcohol. Wine is sold door-to-door. If you're afraid of waking up a sleeping adult too early, don't worry. There was no one sleeping in the town at this time. The elderly will always stew a big pot of rice for the child and let the child take it to school to eat. Then the child carries a backpack and goes to school with the other children in the village. At the end of the day, the rhythm of the children is different. But children always need companionship, fear of the grave on the way home, afraid of going home alone. I always went to school alone because I knew Grandma didn't have time.
There are many stories about this path, but over time, children no longer remember what happened on this road. Now, I just remember the path my parents took. My grandmother's business was about to begin, and the grave I feared the most when I left school was coming. But the grave didn't scare me, because it was Grandma's grave.
After my grandmother died, my parents took me to my aunt's house. And then......
That's another story.
A few years later, when I was no longer a child, I went back down the road and suddenly remembered that memory.