One by one after zeng village my childhood Shangri-La
How beautiful the woods outside the village of Houzeng were
When my brother-in-law saw my grandmother crying so painfully, she was at a loss for a moment. He threw away the jujube red horse and two large sheep in his hand, and went forward to pull my grandmother up from the ground, the brother-in-law's hand tightly grasped my grandmother's hand, the mother and son's body temperature melted together, and the brother-in-law shouted several times in a row, "Mom! mother! mother! He opened his arms and took my grandmother in his arms and carried my grandmother directly into the Taishi chair in the hall. Mother and son meet, mother and son meet each other for thousands of mountains and rivers, and mother and son finally meet after more than ten years. The brother-in-law never expected that more than ten years later, he would throw himself into his mother's arms in this way. My brother-in-law met my grandmother, and my brother-in-law gave my grandmother three kowtows according to the traditional customs of the old Zeng family. Grandma somehow, when this mother and son met, when they were happy, they scolded their brother-in-law for several times, and it took a while to brake the board. Where is this scolding? This is clearly the grandmother telling her parting feelings with her son, and the joy of seeing each other. Grandma's scolding carried maternal love, with a special kind of maternal love. From time to time, the scolding is mixed with you little thing, or You ran abroad, don't be? ”
In fact, Grandma was a reasonable person, and it was reasonable that she would not say these unreasonable things. However, she said this nonsense, and exported it into chapters, completely according to the logic of her thinking. Enough scolding, enough scolding, no scolding, Grandma began to laugh. Grandma asked this and that, and Grandma wanted to say everything she hadn't said to her son for more than a decade.
Grandma also opened her clothes to see the gunshot wound on the brother-in-law's leg and the gunshot wound on the buttock. The brother-in-law said that he would not take off his pants, and grandma would not forgive him. The brother-in-law just let grandma see the wound on her leg, and then pulled down the pant leg to cover it. It was as if it was a trivial matter, and he didn't think so, and said, "Nothing!" Nothing! Nothing fatal". Grandma also wanted to see the gunshot wound on the brother-in-law's buttocks, and the brother-in-law said that he would not let Grandma see anything. Grandma was still not dependent, and the brother-in-law only pulled the waistband down a little, revealing only two wounds that had grown scarred. Grandma still didn't cling to it, and took matters into her own hands, as if the brother-in-law was still a little doll. Grandma pulled her brother-in-law's pants off without hesitation. From the situation of the bullets coming in and out, it can be analyzed that these two wounds are shot by one bullet, from left to right, horizontally through the arm, and the wound is a muscle. Grandma raised her slap and slapped her brother-in-law's ass hard, but by the time the slap fell, the slap had become very weak, very light and light. This slap from the grandmother is like a son whom a mother has not seen for a long time to care for herself, and like a mother's long-lost son who begs for the son's debt to the mother. Grandma wants to use this slap to end the debt of love between mother and son. But for more than ten years, the grace and love, thoughts and thoughts, hanging and holding between mother and son, can this slap be able to end? No, you can't! No, you can't! The mother's love and the thought of the thought are concerned, which is for the child's life can not be ended!
Grandma said to my brother-in-law, "I sent you to the Eighth Route Army, and I didn't think you would come back alive to see me!" I know that fighting a war is a matter of life. ”
Grandma also said: "From the time you wrote the letter, you said back, for more than a month, I looked at the village every day. I can't see you every day, and I think you may have been on the battlefield for a long time. Your comrades-in-arms were afraid that I would be uncomfortable, and deliberately hid it from me first. My heart is dead, thinking that you will never come back. I didn't expect you to suddenly stand in front of me, and I couldn't understand for a moment that this was true? Is this fake? Are you human? Are you a ghost? Am I daydreaming? When you took my hand and picked me up, I felt your hand was hot, I heard your breathing, I felt your heartbeat, I believed it was true, it wasn't a pipe dream. ”
Grandma kept saying: "You healed your injuries before you wrote to tell me that my heart that has been hanging is still not falling", "Just come back!" Just come back! When I come back, my heart should be shot. ”
Grandma didn't cry or say anything. The brother-in-law took out a bulging sac from the hanging bag and handed it to grandma. Let Grandma put it in the box and press the bottom of the box. Grandma tangled up and saw that this was more than twenty military merit medals and commemorative medals for participation in the war.
Grandma asked my brother-in-law to keep it. The brother-in-law suddenly cried, like a wronged child. He tried his best to restrain himself, but still let out a choked cry. The uncle had cooked the meal, the noodles had been served, and it had been urged several times, and Grandma was still talking to the brother-in-law. The brother-in-law said: "Comrades-in-arms have all died. When I went to Korea, I was a machine gun squad leader, eight good brothers in the class, and I lost seven in one battle. Where I have the face to wear these halos to show off. You put these military medals in a place where I can never find invisible, saving me from seeing things and thinking about people. I can't bring back anything valuable to your old man's home, but I haven't lost anyone for my ancestors, I haven't lost anyone for my country. These medals of military merit and commemorative medals cannot be equated with money, but perhaps later you can exchange them for salt for sugar."
Grandma said, "You're a nobody." Thank you for being a soldier."
The brother-in-law said, "If you fight again, you will be called back." But as soon as I saw these objects, I remembered that my comrades had sacrificed, and I felt bad in my heart."
Eating noodles, the custom means "meet again!" ”
The noodles made by the uncle taste very fragrant. The uncle poured cold oil on a hot pot, then put the green onions, fried the green onions in oil to brown, then added salt, and set aside. Before the noodles come out of the pan, the last process is to add the fried shallots.
The brother-in-law eats noodles, noodles from his hometown, and has not tasted a bite for more than ten years. Tasted again today!
Very yummy! Very yummy! Very yummy!
An ordinary bowl of hometown noodles symbolizes peace, symbolizes peace, symbolizes happiness, and symbolizes the long thoughts and concerns of the family! Grandma sat across from her brother-in-law, watching him take a bite of noodles, with a happy smile on her face, but tears in her eyes.
The same is true of the great white goose raised by grandma
(To be continued.) Original works, stay tuned. 2021.6.11)