Chapter 4 Her third child is back-2

Grandpa was taken away by the rebels Letter from home, grandpa was arrested by the rebels, there has been no news for seven days and seven nights; father is sick in bed; siblings are all black and white, and are scolded at school every day; there is no news from the eldest brother... I hope he comes home for a while trip.If you have soybeans, corn, etc., you can take some with you.The letter was written by the fourth brother without telling his mother. A strong mother would never ask her son for help. He rushed to North Xuzhou overnight, carried a sack of rice and wheat (his half-year ration), and walked out of the rhythm on the platform lightly and deftly.The train whizzed away and headed south through the thin morning light.Just got home when it was dark.The mother was stunned, barely recognizing him, and only when she recognized him did her face move.My mother is old, and her fair skin is dry and wrinkled, but her clothes are still very neat.He threw the sack on the ground and called "Mom", but his voice became hoarse.

His mother just said: "Go and wash!" No more questions, it seemed that his return seemed very natural, but he felt that his mother understood everything.The mother is extremely wise, and never loses her dignity because she was hit by her father-in-law's crutches in front of her children.That dignity comes from her own.She tried her best to help her children not do wrong things, and if they did make mistakes, she would not blame them in vain, as if she thought it was an inevitable providence.She is the support of the whole family, including the father and grandfather. If there is no such a daughter-in-law, what the grandfather will use to vent his grievances and show his prestige is a great doubt.

It wasn't until dinner time that he realized how impoverished his family was, and his sack of grain was indeed life-saving.Grandpa had already returned home, he was escorted back the night before, he was as thin as a handful of sticks, but his eyes were scorchingly bright, his nose protruded sharply like never before, and he carried a vicious look.After returning, he lay on the bed and didn't get up again, neither eating nor drinking.When the mother went to persuade him, he hit his daughter-in-law on the back with a cane. The father knelt on the ground and begged him, but he just pretended not to hear, closed his eyes, and died.But because of the cancellation of the twice-daily summons, the atmosphere at home was a little more relaxed than before, and the emotions of the siblings were much more active because of his return from the countryside.It's just that life is difficult, the fixed income has been cancelled, the father's salary is pitifully small, the younger siblings have no jobs, it is difficult for him to help in the countryside, and the eldest brother is in Shanghai.It was Wumei who borrowed the name of a good friend and went to the street to get a part-time job of pasting matchboxes.There is no need to go to school, and the brothers and sisters gather around the square table every day, diligently pasting matchboxes.As soon as he got home, he joined in and quickly mastered the trick. With the dexterity of his fingers who had practiced the piano, the speed and quality caught up with every younger brother and sister.

Sticking matchboxes is boring, but chatting is extremely interesting.For fun chats, sticky matchboxes are also attractive.Every day, our subordinates operate quickly, and the operation no longer requires thinking, it is all mechanical movements, while exchanging various interesting things.The brutal struggle impacted the peaceful daily life, and at the same time broke up the strict family rules and disciplines. For their children, those hard days leaked a little happiness from time to time.They are so young, and they are not reconciled to repression.It was easy to laugh at the place of forgetfulness, and the laughter spread very happily to the wing where the grandfather lay, it was a laughter that was incompatible with the whole world.Grandpa hit the ground furiously with his crutches, and phlegm roared in his throat.They shrunk their necks to suppress their laughter, and only made chi-chi sounds from their noses.Grandpa's heavy breathing lasted for a long time.He hadn't eaten for six days and nights, and his body lying between the quilts seemed to have disappeared. Looking from a distance, he could only see a hawk-like nose standing upright, and his two eyes were extremely bright.

But because they are young, they don't laugh out loud because of how much joy they have. They often get carried away, forgetting that cruel things are happening in this crazy world, and that there is an old but unwilling man lying in the west wing. people.He also finally returned to his mother and younger siblings because he had been away from home for a long time, and his heart was full of warm affection.Besides, at this point in life, there is no future to speak of, which saves me painstaking efforts and allows me to take a rest in life.Although the days are difficult, the burden is lifted from the heart.Their laughter often overwhelmed the angrily knocking of crutches on the ground in the West Wing.

Grandpa's presence no longer attracted their attention.Until one day, the old man suddenly called his mother in a rare and loud voice, saying that he wanted to have a sip of soup.My mother hurriedly made a bowl of egg soup, put seaweed, kaiyang, fine salt, and monosodium glutamate, and served it piping hot.He asked her to put it aside and go out.After an hour, the fourth younger brother who was sitting facing west first changed his expression and started to stammer, everyone turned their heads and stood up involuntarily.Grandfather stood at the door of the wing, leaning on a cane with trembling hands.A robe that hangs down to the floor as if on a hanger.Due to his thinness, he appeared unusually tall, with a protruding eagle nose, exuding incomparable majesty.His eyes sliced ​​across their heads like knives.His mother wanted to help him, but he drove away with crutches.He stood there for a while, then slowly walked towards the main room.Everyone silently moved out of the way and made way.He walked slowly, along the wall, from room to room, across the yard and out to the patio.Everyone followed him from afar, not knowing what he was going to do.He walked around, visited every corner of the house, then slowly turned around and returned to the wing room.By this time twilight was approaching.

This evening, the sky darkened very quickly. As soon as the sun set, the sky was completely dark. This night, the sky was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers. I couldn't see the shadow of the leaves of the Ailanthus tree. There was no light from the sky, as if it was tightly covered by a thick black veil.He fell asleep under the veil of darkness, and the heavy darkness oppressed his eyes.Suddenly, the darkness lightened, faded, brightened, and gradually turned red, blood red, blood red, scorching red, terrifying.He didn't understand, how could there be such a red envelope.He was surrounded by four fiery red walls, and even the sky was red.He struggled, trying to wake up from the dream, but was startled by a sharp cry.It was his mother's cry, he had never heard such a heart-piercing cry from his mother, but it was indeed his mother calling, "Fire!"

It is fire.Rising from the ground, rising along the walls, enveloping a whole house; a whole house in fire, rising hot and merrily.He turned over and got up, pushed the fourth brother beside him out of the bed, dragged him and ran away.The rotten door lintel was falling gracefully. He lost his mind and rushed over, but was hugged by a pair of strong hands. It was his mother.The mother dragged the father, and several young siblings cuddled together like chickens, and the door lintel fell gracefully with a flame. His mother pushed him and rushed over.The next house was also burning. "Father!" Father yelled sadly, the door of Grandpa's room was bolted, and the fire almost burned the door to be transparent.

"Grandpa!" they cried together, and the creaking of the flames was the answer. The encircling circle of flames shrinks and shrinks.The rafters were like a row of fiery red piano keys. Seeing the roof coming, the mother pulled up the father without hesitation, hugged everyone, rushed out of the flames, and finally stood on the street, as if jumping from a fire pit to an ice cellar.The night was as cold as water, the whole family was only wearing single clothes, and a few younger brothers and sisters were only wearing trousers, shivering into a ball, looking at a house in flames. This house has never been more beautiful and splendid, like a palace.At the moment of its burial, the gloomyness was swept away, as if its bottom-up purpose was to destroy, its decades of gloom were just for the splendor of this moment, the flames outlined the outline of the house, rendering the In the deep blue night, black ashes are flying around, like a ghost, singing a dirge silently.

"Grandpa's hard work!" Dad cried.