Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Loneliness and loss

The carriage went far away and took away Mrs. Tan. Old Yang sat on the road at the gate of the yard, staring at the black spot at the end of the road that was getting smaller and smaller. The old man felt empty.

Yang Huazhong stood beside him quietly, not daring to disturb Old Yang Tou, until the little black spot disappeared completely, the man leaned over to discuss with Old Yang Tou, "Father, it's very windy here, my son pushes him away. Are you going home?"

Lao Yang shook his head, as if he was still sitting there not wanting to move.

Yang Huazhong waited for a while, and couldn't help but said: "Father, it's still cold right now, if you get cold, Mother will miss you again, let's not make her worry, okay?"

Old Yang smiled wryly, "If I'm sick, she can always worry about me, and I'd rather be sick all the time."

"What I'm most afraid of is that when I sit in front of her properly in the future, she doesn't recognize me, and doesn't know which old man I am from!"

Speaking of this, the corners of the old man's eyes were a little moist, and the moistness disappeared when the early spring morning breeze blew.

But the sourness in his heart spread like a tide, making the old man feel an indescribable loss and loneliness in his heart.

"Father, no matter what happens to our mother, she is our brother's mother and your old wife." Yang Huazhong said in a deep voice.

"You still have our children and grandchildren. We will accompany you well, take care of you, and take care of your retirement. Don't think about it!" the man said again.

Old Yang raised his eyelids and glanced at Yang Huazhong when he heard these words, his complexion softened a little, and his heart also warmed up a little.

"Okay, dad don't think too much, just push me back!" he said.

Yang Huazhong pushed Lao Yangtou back home, because Mrs. Sun had cooked breakfast before leaving, and it was warm in the pot, so Yang Huazhong went to the kitchen to bring breakfast to eat with Lao Yangtou.

After breakfast, Yang Huazhong didn't go anywhere, but stayed at home with Lao Yangtou.

Old Yangtou looked sullen.

"Father, are you sleepy? Do you want to go back to the house and sleep?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Old Yang shook his head: "Not sleepy."

"Then are you tired? Why don't I push you around the village?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Lao Yang shook his head again: "I don't really want to go, I'd better go back to the house and stay, I want to be quiet and quiet."

Yang Huazhong had no choice but to send Lao Yang back to the house.

"Don't stay in this room with me, it makes me feel a little uncomfortable. What should you do, I'll call you later when I have something to do," the old man said.

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Sure, I'll be chopping firewood in the yard, and I'll come as soon as Dad calls for anything."

In the yard, Yang Huazhong sat there chopping firewood, his ears pricked up to keep an eye on the movement in the house.

There was no movement for a long time, Yang Huazhong was a little worried, he got up and walked lightly to the guest room, peeked in from the door and took a look.

I saw Lao Yang sitting there with his head turned sideways, smoking the dry tobacco one mouthful at a time, and the room was filled with the pungent smell of smoke.

Yang Huazhong quietly backed away again.

While chopping firewood, he pondered in his heart, this father is probably not in a good mood because mother is not here!

Yang Huazhong had tasted this kind of taste before, when Mrs. Sun went to the capital, he was alone at home, and it was the same way, he was so empty that he didn't know what to do.

Yang Huazhong chopped firewood for a whole day, and bundles of hard firewood tied with straw were all around his feet. During this process, Old Yang didn't shout a word.

Seeing that it was noon, Yang Huazhong got up, washed his hands, and went to the guest room.

"Father, what do you want for lunch? I'll make it for you." He said.

Old Yang turned his head and glanced at him, "You know how to do it?"

Yang Huazhong grinned: "Father, have you forgotten? That year when Qinger's mother went to the capital for more than half a year, I was alone at home, so I just messed around with myself!"

Old Yang thought about it, and nodded: "Then you can continue to mess around, I can eat anything, and I have no appetite anyway."

Yang Huazhong wanted to ask something more, but Bao Suyun's voice sounded at the door.

"Father, third brother, are you in the house?" she asked.

Yang Huazhong came out quickly: "Here, what's the matter with the fifth sibling?"

Bao Suyun took out a red lacquered wood double-layer food box from behind: "Third Brother, I'll bring you and Dad lunch."

"Ah? Why do I need you to send it? I'm about to burn it." Yang Huazhong said.

Bao Suyun smiled: "Third brother, third sister-in-law accompanied mother to the town to see a doctor. I should also do something about the family. I can't do anything else. It's still okay for you to deliver meals to you two every day." of."

"By the way, I discussed it with Bamei. I will deliver it at noon and she will deliver it at night, so that you can change your appetite."

Hearing this, Yang Huazhong was really flattered: "How can I make you bother?"

Bao Suyun directly stuffed the food box into his hand: "Third Brother, we are all one big family, and we have to work together at this time. You eat first, and I will come to pick it up later. The taste of this food is not as good as that of Third Sister-in-law. You can do it." eat."

After Bao Suyun left, Yang Huazhong entered the room carrying a food box, "Father, the fifth sibling brought us food."

Old Yang nodded his head: "I've heard it all, so let them give it to them in the next few days, I don't think they will feel at ease if they don't let them contribute."

Yang Huazhong put bowls of food in the food box on the small table, a bowl of spicy pork belly and bamboo shoots, a bowl of mushrooms and green vegetables, a bowl of big meatballs with pickled vegetables, a bowl of bone soup, and two bowls of white rice rice.

"Fifth brother and sister are good at cooking. These dishes look appetizing, Dad, don't you think so?" Yang Huazhong put the chopsticks in front of Old Yang and asked with a smile.

When Lao Yang looked at these dishes, the spicy aroma hit his face, which really aroused the old man's greed.

"Well, the appearance is not bad, let's make do with it!" He said, took the lead to put a piece of bamboo shoots into his mouth, and ate them crunchy.

Seeing that Old Yang had a good appetite, Yang Huazhong finally felt relieved.Mother is not at home, he must take good care of father these few days.

In the afternoon, Old Yang took a nap, during which time Yang Huamei and Yang Yongxian also came and walked around, seeing that the old man was sleeping and didn't wake him up.

At night, Bamei Cao came to deliver dinner, and it happened that Yang Yongxian also came to visit Old Yangtou.

"Second brother and sister, what dinner did you bring to the master?" Yang Yongxian asked curiously.

Bamei Cao took out the piles from the food box and put them on the table for him to see.

Millet porridge boiled with thin green vegetables, spicy radish sticks sprinkled with white sesame seeds, and two salted duck eggs dripping with red oil.

In addition, leek eggs fried leek boxes, and a plate of flowering brown sugar steamed buns.

"I came to inquire about it earlier. Master said that he was too full at noon and wanted something softer at night, so I prepared rice porridge and pasta. Brother, do you think you are satisfied?" Bamei Cao asked.

Yang Yongxian nodded again and again: "There are many types, and the portions are sufficient. The second sibling is interested!"

Bamei Cao hooked her lips.

Here, Lao Yangtou grabbed a flowering brown sugar steamed bun and stuffed it into Yang Yongxian's hand: "You loved eating steamed buns and drinking brown sugar water when you were young, come, eat a brown sugar steamed bun!"

(End of this chapter)