Once it snows, the sky will be brighter and more transparent.

Qing'er sat up, rubbed her hazy sleepy eyes, and got out of bed after a while. Grandpa still gets up very early as always, and sometimes Qing'er wonders if grandpa doesn't have to sleep. The house is not big, and I walked to the door without two steps from the ground.

Qing'er walked to the door, rubbed her eyes again, and shouted to her grandfather, who was busy with medicine not far away.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry."

When the old man heard his grandson's shout, he hurriedly put down his work and walked towards the house.

"Good grandson, I'll go get you a note." The old man touched the young man's head and led him into the house.

"Grandpa, but I want to eat meat-stuffed dumplings." Hearing the word noodles, Qing'er obviously refused.

And when the grandfather heard the word dumplings, he also frowned slightly. It's just that his grandson opened his mouth, how could he not satisfy him. Just as the old man was hesitating, a shout sounded outside the courtyard.

"Uncle, are you at home? Is Mr. Lin at home? ”

Hearing the shouts outside, the old man hurried out of the house. As soon as I walked to the door, I saw a middle-aged man holding a large bowl in his hand, sticking his head towards the house. When the old man saw the comer, he hurriedly greeted him and opened the courtyard door. It is said to be a courtyard gate, but it is actually a fence. You can boast with a slight leg lift, and you can't stop the beast from coming.

"There is still some meat filling left over from the dumplings at home this morning, I don't know if your grandparents and grandchildren have eaten morning rice." The man did not enter the courtyard, but stood outside the courtyard with his waist crossed.

"Oops, that's embarrassing." The old man frowned, and he didn't rush to finish the bowl in the man's hand, probably because he didn't feel embarrassed.

"You're welcome, I'm a neighbor with you, and children don't take the herbs you grow when they're sick." Seeing the old man shirk, the man hurriedly leaned his hand forward and chattered.

The old man couldn't shirk it again and again, took the dumpling filling sent by the man and said: "My herbs are not valuable, and when people are old, they can only raise some flowers and plants. ”

"Just have your words, the people in this village are all praising your herbs behind your back, but you live here. Otherwise, I'd have to come to you and ask for this herb, hahaha. After chatting, the two let go a lot, and they were not so inhibited.

The two said goodbye in a smile, the middle-aged man went home, and the old man returned to the house with a smile.

"Good grandson, you sit in the house for a while, and grandpa will make dumplings for you." The old man smiled and opened the meat filling in his hand and said to the young man.

Qing'er also nodded happily, looking back, the last meat stuffed dumplings were still eaten on Chinese New Year's Eve, and the two hands may not be able to calculate by breaking their fingers.

Qing'er returned to the house and picked up the old books on the table. The cover of the book is full of vertical lines, and the corners are smoothed all around, but you can see that the inside is very complete. This is a copy of the "Wendao Collection" that can be found everywhere in the streets and alleys of the county, but it is not common in the village.

The life in the village is relatively simple, and Qing'er relies on this "Wendao Collection" to get by. The content of this book is also relatively simple, and it is easy to understand. It's just the first two sentences, and Qing'er still can't understand it. The book begins: "The road is inactive, the road is unspeakable; The avenue is invisible, and it can give birth to heaven and earth; The avenue is nameless, and all things are born; The avenue is ruthless, and the sun and the moon change. Qing'er also asked grandpa, and grandpa just smiled, and then he finally said something unspeakable. Qing'er had no choice but to quickly skip this sentence of "unspeakable", and every time she saw it, she had to quickly skip it.

The time with books always passes quickly. After a while, Grandpa brought dumplings.

Qing'er got her wish and ate the meat-filled dumplings, with a joy on her face that she couldn't hide. And the old man smiled even more happily when he saw his grandson so happy. An old man and a young man laughed very happily inside the room, and the humble room could not lock the cheerful laughter and floated out. Drifted into the wind, into the forest, and into the old man's boundless thoughts.

It's been nine years since I brought my grandson to this small village. Nine years, fast and slow. Soon, Qing'er is getting bigger and bigger day by day, and she will eventually grow into an adult; The slow thing is that as long as I can watch Qing'er grow up, it seems that time will no longer move forward.

And between this movement, the speed and slowness are full of the helplessness of the old man.

Retirement in such a remote village is quiet for the elderly. Although it is a little cold, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a family with four walls. But for him, an old man, there is nothing out of place. Imagine that those immortals who have attained enlightenment still live in a cave house, and they are a decent house. Usually raise flowers, all kinds of medicines, how leisurely.

But his grandson is still young, and he has his own way to go, and his own way to be enlightened. Although you can be by your side now, but how many years will it be? Thinking of this, the old man was saddened. No matter how much I love my grandson, I can't say that his future is stifled in my own doting.

Over the years, Qing'er has used a lot of herbs grown by herself to strengthen her body, but after all, the conditions are cold, which cannot be made up for by herbs. Now is the time for Qing'er to grow his body, but a meal of meat-filled dumplings has already made him very embarrassed. Not to mention that in the future, Qing'er will grow into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old guy, as thin as a bamboo pole, and what can I do if the wind blows.

The more the old man thought about it, the more he could not calm down, so he walked alone into the courtyard and paced in the courtyard.

After a few back and forth, the old man suddenly stood up, took the firewood knife placed at the door, and walked to the fence of the courtyard. Walking to the edge of the fence, the old man cut down on the fence without thinking about lifting the firewood knife. The old man slashed at the fence one by one, each with great difficulty, but with great determination.

In half an hour, the fence had been torn down. The old man looked at the scattered bamboo rows and straw ropes in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he surrounded this courtyard. Back then, Qing'er sat at the door, watching herself form a circle around the open space little by little. Qing'er said that with a yard, he would not be afraid to sleep at night, and the old man laughed.

Looking at the scene in front of me now, although I feel a little reluctant, I am more relieved. No matter how difficult the choice was, the old man made his choice when he lifted the firewood knife. This knife was cut on the straw rope that he had knotted with his own hands, and it was also cut on the time rope of the past and the present. What will happen in the future, no one knows, this is Qing'er's future, and he can't control it.

I don't know when, Qing'er stood at the door and looked at her grandfather blankly. He did not speak, his eyes were clear and pure. A chickadee flew over the roof and chirped.

"Even if it's just a bird, it should belong to the sky." The old man looked at the sky, looked at the sky and said slowly.

Even if it's just a finches, it should belong to the sky. No matter how bumpy the road ahead was, how smooth the life you hoped for. But every step of the way in the future is as unpredictable as this storm, and no one can be sure that there will be only one outcome. When you have wings, you should fly hard. If you hide under the eaves because you are afraid, you will never see the vastness of the sky. If that's all life is, there's no point in growing up.

……

The young man looked at the old man's back, and for a moment felt an indescribable strangeness. The old man looked at the sky and did not turn to look at the young man behind him.

"Qing'er, it's time to take you to see the outside world." The old man turned around as he spoke, and the expression on his face became indescribable. It's like eating a five-flavor bean, crying and laughing, joy, and blandness.

Qing'er's ignorant eyes were slightly dull, and after a while, she only spit out the word "oh". Qing'er shouldn't understand what grandpa is referring to when he talks about the outside world. But Grandpa said he was going to go out and see, no matter what the outside world was like. As long as Grandpa is there, there's nothing to hesitate about.

For Qing'er, the biggest world she has seen outside is the people coming and going in Yubei County. When Grandpa said this, the traffic in Yubei County unnaturally appeared in Qing'er's mind. The lively scene in the county town made Qing'er laugh out loud.

"Grandpa, are we going to the county town?" Thinking of those uncommon novelties, Qing'er couldn't stop the joy in her heart, and ran to her grandfather to ask.

"No, we're going to a bigger place than the county." Grandpa explained.

"What does the bigger city look like? Do you have my favorite sugar gourd skewers? ”

"Wouldn't there be more people there? Isn't it more lively? ”

……

Qing'er's series of questions overwhelmed the old man, and the old man had to laugh.

"It's big, it's full of people. There are all kinds of good food, and all kinds of fun things. The old man smiled and described the outside world to Qing'er.

Hearing what the old man said about the outside world, Qing'er couldn't help it. And what the outside world is like, only the old man himself knows, and only the people outside know. Qing'er is like a newborn blank piece of paper, what kind of picture scroll will be painted later, the old man himself did not count in his heart. But before that, he wants Qing'er to know that this world is beautiful.

"Grandpa, when are we leaving?" Qing'er raised her head and looked at her grandfather with expectant eyes.

"Let's go when we're packed." The old man glanced at Zhou Yu.

After the old man finished speaking, Qing'er jumped up happily. He kept shouting, "I'm going to the big city, I'm going to the big city!" ”。

When the old man saw his grandson so excited, he couldn't hide the joy on his face. But for the world he is about to face, the old man has worries from it. This joy and sorrow made the corners of the old man's mouth slightly owed. However, since he has chosen to join the WTO, he will only care about going through trials and hardships. If you really encounter any storms, your old bones can still resist Qing'er for three points.

While the old man was thinking, there was a commotion of the crowd at the head of the village. For example, the officials in the county town came to publicize the official document, and by the way, they brought the news of the county travel team.

After a brief period of commotion, the village returned to normal. It is like an inconspicuous pool hidden in the dense forest, and after being rippled by a stone, it immediately returns to calm. But it is also the most such a deep pool, in order to hide the dragon in it.