The heart tightened suddenly, as if it was being squeezed by two big hands, and only by squeezing his heart into pieces would he let himself go. Yiyun sat on the ground with his chest covered, and there was a chant in his ears, "Mulberry elm blossoms, after thousands of years, death and life come and go, and return to the world to go around and ......around."

This voice was too familiar, as if it was always in the depths of the soul of the suspicious cloud, and it had been integrated into every inch of his blood, constantly flowing and reverberating.

As if his head had been torn apart, biting his lip could not stop the image that kept coming back to him in the depths of his memory, a little boy was holding his father's hand under the apple tree and said, "Yes." The little boy was just over two years old, and he looked at the green apples on the tree, and his father took the little hand and carefully told the child: "That is sour, you can't eat it." ”

The child did not understand his father's words, thinking that his father did not give him food, crying and making trouble, and still crying no matter how his father teased him. In the end, my father had to put down his hoe and climb up the tree to pick two green apples. Seeing the green apple in his father's hand, he smiled, and regardless of whether his face was full of snot and saliva, he hugged his father who was holding the apple and kissed it fiercely.

The man smiled happily as he looked at the child in his arms, allowing the child to smear saliva on his face. When he got the green apple he had been looking forward to, the child couldn't wait to take a bite. His eyebrows and eyes were all wrinkled together, and he looked at his father with tears in his eyes, and the sour look made the man laugh.

The child curled his mouth and wanted to cry, looking at the green apple in his hand and throwing it, nor eating it. The frowning brow was enough to hold a chopstick, "Bao'er, don't cry." The man touched the child's head and whispered comfort.

Stretched out his finger and pointed to the green apple he had bitten in his hand, and then pointed to his mouth, with a look of grievance, as if accusing the man of not stopping him. The man touched Bao'er's head and looked at the green apple that had been bitten and said patiently: "Daddy has already told Sù Bao'er that it is counted and cannot be eaten." ”

Bao'er looked at the green apple in her hand and thought about it carefully, as if her father had told her like this just now. But it's still so sour, woo woo, so wronged, it's sour, it's not delicious at all.

The man squatted down, pulled Bao'er in front of him, and said to Bao'er in a serious voice: "Bao'er, you are a man, you can't cry casually, there are some things that others tell you are far less profound than the memory you have personally experienced, but Bao'er, don't be afraid, you can only know what it feels like if you have experienced it." Not the taste in someone else's mouth that you never know. ”

After hearing this, Bao'er nodded as if she didn't understand, and gathered the apple in front of her father, and the man took a bite of Bao'er's hand and savored it as if it were a delicious delicacy.

As the sun sets, a middle-aged man leads a two-year-old toddler to stretch the shadow step by step.

The sun was scorching, and the evergreen tree screamed, as if even it could not stand the temperature of this midsummer, an eight-year-old child. Wearing a round-neck short-sleeved T-shirt and touching fish and shrimp in the river with a pair of bare feet, surrounded by a group of friends of the same age, everyone has all kinds of tools used to catch fish and shrimp, some of which are made by themselves. Some of them are pestering adults to come.

A few small fish were kept in their pockets, and a few children were squatting on the edge of the nets and wondering how to distribute them, while the older children swam to the middle of the river. I hope to catch a big fish and cook a bowl of delicate fish soup at home.

Children in short-sleeved T-shirts with round necks swim happily in the creek, sometimes mischievously breaking the nets and running away. The children who watched the discussion come to an end and looked at the empty fishing nets and returned disappointed. Hiding in the corner and giggling.

As soon as the scene turned, the eight-year-old child was being dragged by a middle-aged woman standing in front of a gate with her arm and shouting: "Bao'er's mother, look at your Bao'er, she actually stole my old hen that laid eggs into the woods and roasted it. ”

A plainly dressed middle-aged woman ran out of the kitchen around her waist, and saw that Bao'er was being pulled by Aunt Zhang next door.

"Bao'er, his aunt, I'm really sorry, Bao'er is that we didn't teach it well, don't be angry, I'll immediately pull my old hen back to you, this was only raised this year, and it started laying eggs two days ago. As he spoke, he pulled Bao'er back from Aunt Zhang's hand and pulled it tightly behind him.

As soon as Aunt Zhang heard that the old hen had just begun to lay eggs, her face changed from iron blue back to normal, and she said with a smile: "That's good, but your Bao'er really taught her well." ”

Bao'er watched her mother greet Aunt Zhang with a smile, and she couldn't feel angry. If it weren't for the fact that this Aunt Zhang was too mean on weekdays, she wouldn't have stolen her old hen that was about to lose her hair, and she didn't eat a little bit, but took it all to feed the village chief's family.

When Aunt Zhang took the fat old hen and left with a smile, the neighbors who watched the excitement dispersed. Bao'er's mother just smiled and wiped the dust off Bao'er's face, and walked back to the house with his hand, Bao'er's expected reproach never appeared, and even her father, who came back from farming, rubbed his little head helplessly.

At night, the surroundings were quiet, Bao'er retracted her little head back into the quilt, her body trembled, and her whining sound was suppressed, as if she was afraid of waking up her parents next door, and her little eyes were full of tears, and she wanted to cry but remembered that her father told herself under the apple tree, "Man, you can't cry lightly." So he held back his voice and let the tears soak his pillow.

Time flies, Xiao Bao'er seems to have grown a lot all of a sudden, she has grown a lot taller, and even the appearance of the tiger has become delicate and cute. Bao'er was taking a group of friends to fight in the stream in front of the door, and the cool stream water splashed on her body to drive away the scorching summer. Suddenly, a little friend quietly ran to Bao'er's back and threw a handful of stream water, Bao'er didn't check and was splashed on the face when she reacted, wiped her face and screamed to take revenge on her friends. There was a cheerful scene in the creek, and even strangers on the side of the road couldn't help but laugh.

The laughter of the middle-aged man interrupted the children's play, and they all looked at the stranger, there had been no stranger in his village since he was born, and now this stranger suddenly appeared here, and everyone ran to the shore vigilantly, put on their shoes, and ran home to hide. (To be continued......)