Grandpa's family is in the mountains, and when he was a child, he would go to his house for summer vacation after taking the exam. It's a scooter ride from our house to their town, and their village is in the innermost part of the reservoir, so it's a 20-minute ferry ride, and another forty or fifty minutes on the shore. They call the place outside the mountain "oral" and the place outside called "exit."
When I was a child, I was very naughty, and they all knew in the village that my oral child was notoriously naughty, and I remember that once my grandfather's mother, my grandmother, was cooking, and I grabbed a handful of sand from the window and threw it into her rice pot, and later because of this, my grandmother had a fight with my grandmother. Learn other people to pick up tractors, others pickpocket car bodies, I pick up the wheels, was pulled back by my grandmother, she was frightened, and then others sugar bubble eggs fed her, I also clamored to eat.
Once there were guests at home, they were eating at the table, I opened the old-fashioned grandfather clock, took a bottle of powder in it and hid under the table and poured it out to play, Grandma saw that I did not have a pit sound, looked for me everywhere, saw me hiding under the table to play rat poison, the soul was scared out, pulled me to the river with the collar of my neck, while pulling asked me if I had put it in my mouth, I also said casually: I will not, this is medicine, I know, I saw the doctor give the pig an injection is this.
Another time I sat on the bridge to play, the shoes fell out of the river, I went down to the river to fish, the result was to step on the glass, I just walked home, the blood was left all the way, the result was that I was fine, scared others into a hurry to call my grandfather not to work, quickly take me to treatment. Lying on the bamboo bed made by Grandpa at noon, the bees will all run home at noon to hide from the sun, and the spiders will cunning weave huge nets under the tiles to wait for this moment to come. The bees dispersed and the spiders were fed.
In retaliation for it, I drove it away, bent it into a circle with a bamboo strip, and twisted all its cobwebs into the frame, and when I had finished twisting three cobwebs, the round box was also filled, and I inserted the round frame into the bamboo pole. There are cicadas everywhere, casually run to which tree, I glanced at several cicadas, I quietly put the web that had just been made of cobwebs close, gently pressed on the cicadas, their wings were firmly stuck, the cicadas were screaming at the moment, and after a dozen of them, they could go back to play for a long time, and then they could also take the spider silk off the web and fish on the fish hook.
In the evening, I went to swim in the river, the water in the river was mountain spring water, they felt very comfortable when they washed, as a "verbal person", I felt cold before I shivered. Hurry up and wash and come back to change clothes to eat, the favorite is the chili fried meat made by grandma, and finally the soup inside the chili fried meat is mixed in the rice, I don't know how fragrant, and if I don't close the door at night, there will be a lot of cicadas flying in, crashing on the lamp, on the wall, and after a while they all "crashed" and became my booty.
There will be a lot of fireflies going out to cool off, hundreds of thousands, my uncle took me to catch fireflies, and my grandmother scolded me so much that fireflies are human souls that cannot be brought home. I was upset, but I secretly put it in a canned bottle and put it on the table in the room. When I sleep, I always secretly look at the fireflies in the bottle to see if it really turns into a soul.
Slowly people fall asleep, wake up in the morning is covered with a quilt, the mountain sleeps at night to cover the quilt, the temperature at night is too low. Every time I woke up, I was alone in bed, and my grandmother was already busy in the kitchen collecting rice, making a fire, cooking rice, fishing for rice, fishing out rice, steaming it at noon, and the rest was porridge eaten in the morning.
Now when I go there, people will say when they see me, this person is now good Sven, when I was a child, I didn't know how naughty... Then I told all the naughty things I had done before, and when they talked about me in the village, no one knew, and even everyone could say a few "glorious" deeds about me.
How time passed so quickly, a few months ago the old grandmother passed away, grandpa lost her mother forever, before he felt that he was still very strong like a cow, this time home I felt that he was suddenly old, the back was also hunched, yes, before he was still a son, now he is a grandfather, is a father.
I don't remember how long I didn't hear the noisy cicadas, the cunning spider, the ghostly soul.
Sometimes I wonder if they're really gone or if we've ignored them.