The taste of the fruit
There is a small dirt bag a few tens of meters away from my hometown. Next to the dirt bag is the road where people come and go. It is said to be a major road because there is no road here. People have to walk this road to the old street. Although the road is not wide, there are many people walking, so it can be called a big road.
On the small earthen bag, there will be three earthen wall tile houses on the ground, where an old couple live. Since I became sensible, I have called them *grandpa, *mother-in-law. There is a tree in the northwest corner of their humble house. The tree grows on the side of the stone wall at the foot of the house, and the yellow-bark roots are rooted in the stone cracks, and the height is just level with the eaves, and the canopy is like a canopy. I think that this tree is on the side, which can play the role of a railing, so it has not been cut down. The stone wall is the texture of regolith, and it is difficult to plant a tree there, I think it was born there before the house was built.
In addition to its beautiful plant, its wood is a good hardwood, a beautiful heartwood like rosewood, and it is a good raw material for making furniture, but the time to grow into wood is relatively long. I saw that it would bear fruit every season. Naughty children always like to pick it and play, and the fruit will come out with white slurry. In autumn, the fruit slowly turns red and falls all over the place. Adults say that the fruit cannot be eaten, it will be poisoned if eaten, and the way to detoxify is to fill the feces. All the children could only swallow their saliva, looking at the fruit and sighing happily, and there was never a single person who dared to eat the fruit. But before, I didn't know that the scientific name of the tree was 柘昘tree, let alone that the fruit could also be eaten.
A few days ago, I went back to my hometown and saw that the tree was still there. The old mud-walled house is still there, and the mottled plastering has partially disappeared, exposing the adobe walls. It's just that *grandpa* and *mother-in-law have been around for many years. The older couple had no biological children and succeeded their nephews, but their adopted son had also passed away for many years. I don't know who lives in the old house now?
The road next to the house has lived up to its name, expanding into a stone-paved staircase more than four meters wide. Thirty years have passed, and the tree doesn't seem to have grown taller. It was the branch near the eaves, Xu swept the tiles when the wind blew and was cut off.
Pick a few berries and hold them in the palm of your hand, red and yellow fruits, the skin is like a lychee, pimples, and the color is attractive. Put it in your mouth, sweet, slightly astringent aftertaste. Unfortunately, in those years, the deliciousness of the fruit was hidden by ignorance.
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