Dragon Boat Festival

I took my parents on a trip to Longquan Mountain. Instead of taking the 318 road, I took a small road and went out to the middle of the mountain, then merged with 318, and then reached the top of the mountain. The slope is very steep, and with the air conditioner on, the Jetta is strenuous to run in second gear.

My mother sighed while walking, how come there are still people in this deep mountain? I said keep walking, there are always people, you can go to Tibet. When I met a cyclist on the road, I told my mother that you can see that I also rode Longquan Mountain back then, and then I rode all the way to Tibet. My mom is surprised, did you ride from here to Tibet? yeah, don't you know? You don't say how can I know. I thought I told you. No. Then what are you doing? How many days have you been riding? In 35 days, I lost 20 pounds. Mang, the last time I said that you were walking and shedding your skin, I was so distressed. Who knows that you talk about exercising every day, but the result is bad.

Thinking back carefully, it turns out that I forgot. I remember getting a phone call from her on a long trip that I didn't know from her, panicking and confessing. I always thought it was a bike ride ten years ago, but I just thought about it carefully, it turned out to be a self-driving car in Xinjiang seven years ago, in Fuyun County, where Li Juan and her mother and grandma used to live. That day, on the streets of Fuyun, I saw a fish seller, the one on the tricycle was bigger than I imagined. I told my mates, maybe this is the marlin that nearly killed San Diego. He laughed. Then my phone rang.

On the way, I talked about my parents when they were young. My mother bought the Dragon Boat Festival sachets from the old sisters and took them to the city to sell them at the temple fair. I remember that, not very clearly. I asked her and said that after two days, I made a hundred yuan and bought a piece of satin to make a jacket.

The daughter-in-law who said that brother doll personally ordered now owns a sachet shop. One year, she and brother passed by and only talked about it after returning home. Brother also blamed her for not saying it at the time, otherwise she could go in and have a look and take care of the business. .

I asked the old man, Da, do you remember the name of the daughter-in-law that my brother ordered personally? Asked twice, he was still pondering, my mother was the first to remember the answer and blurted out: Yu Ping! I rolled my eyes, which my mother couldn't see in the back row, and said, look at you, let me say something famous, you always answer. She smiled.

It is said that when Yu Ping was seven years old, the two adults called the shots and ordered a baby kiss with my brother. Ten years later, my brother was admitted to the university, Yu Ping's name fell to Sun Shan, and my father quit the marriage with a "break-up letter".

I asked my mother, do you think it's absurd now that you ordered dolls for kissing? She said that I didn't want to make an order in the first place, but it's not like you didn't know. I didn't discuss it with your grandfather, so I went straight to give a gift, and the doll was brought home. Your brother was good at that time, and even brought a watermelon to the woman and told you to eat it. Later, you didn't discuss it with your brother when you retired. I was afraid that your brother would have an opinion. As a result, when you came back and said, your brother said lightly, and he quit, and I said it originally. I said that my brother must have wanted to retire a long time ago, but he was too "benevolent" and could not speak. My dad did it for him, maybe he took a deep breath.

I asked my father again how many gifts were given during the engagement, and my father said 100 yuan. Did you give it to someone when you left the family? also. Another hundred dollars? Oh. One hundred yuan in ten years should be worth 1,000 yuan. You took a lot of money.

Writing here, suddenly funny. At that time, I always thought that it was someone else who gave the gift money, and my father who refunded the money. The actual situation should be that my father rode my family's flying pigeon brand weighted bicycle, went to someone's house, explained his purpose, and took back the hundred yuan from ten years ago. Of course, it is shameless to pay interest, and the peasants will not settle that account. Of course that would be a pretty hard thing to talk about, but when my dad was young, he was not afraid of the sky, and certainly not afraid of embarrassment.

My mother said that one year in the county seat, she met Yu Ping by chance with a handful of green onions in her hand. Yu Ping asked her whether you sold or bought the green onion. She said that you bought it and sold it, but if you want it, I won't charge you. I recognize you. Yu Ping said who are you, why can't I remember? She said it's fine if you don't remember, just take the onion away. Yu Ping really took the three pieces of green onion. My mother said that she met Yu Ping's mother one time later. She said that Yu Ping felt familiar at the time, but she couldn't remember it. She went home and talked with her mother. Yes, maybe it was. she!

There are a lot of vague elements in my mother's story, which is her usual style. For example, no one will ask passers-by, did you buy or sell the onion in your hand? According to my guess, it must be the output of my vegetable field. She took the county seat to set up a stall and met an acquaintance.

On the way later, I was thinking that maybe I could write a short story about it, like Shen Congwen wrote "Xiao Xiao". At the beginning: On the Dragon Boat Festival when she was 7 years old, Xiao Xiao sat on the front beam of her bicycle, with realgar on her ears and flower ropes tied around her wrists, to visit relatives...

After being with Matters for more than two years, the thickness of my face has gradually become very impressive. Early in the morning, he said that he wanted to write novels when he grew up, then he said that he wanted to write gay novels, and later he said that he wanted to write erotic novels. Shen Congwen? "Xiao Xiao"? You can pull it down!

Go over Longquan Mountain, pass Shijing Temple, and return from Chengjian Expressway. Vehicles entering and leaving Shijing Temple caused a few minutes of congestion. I asked my father, do you want to burn incense? If you want to go, get off here. To tease him, he was only forced to burn incense before the ancestors in his life. But one year, I did bring them here, put my father in a wheelchair, and walked up the mountain with my mother at the gate of Shijing Temple. It was a small mountain, with two steps and three rests. My mother climbed very hard. I really did not expect that after a few years, she has grown a lot and can walk more than 10,000 steps a day. I didn't climb this time, but I knew she would definitely be more relaxed than last time.

Also saw a park with steps and wheelchairs inaccessible. I want to take my mother for a walk and ask my father, can you ride in the car alone for a while? He said what to do while sitting, walking, going to eat. I asked, are you hungry? Say yes. I said, then I'll go buy you something to eat. On the way I told my mother that he should not be hungry, it was just a little more. Maybe it's because you don't want to be alone in an unfamiliar place. So I didn't go shopping, I bought a bowl of ice powder at the entrance of the park and brought it back to the car to feed him. The weather was hot, ice powder was a good thing, and there was no need to chew it. Finally, he didn't shirk the blame every time he ate other things. By the way, he didn't dare to eat it again.

The car started again and asked him if he still had lunch. Said to eat. What to eat? I want to eat noodles. Tsk, you melon old man, you want to eat noodles during the festival. Pulled over to the side of the car and ordered fried noodles with Meituan. That way, you'll have something to eat when you get home.

The fried noodles tasted average, I ordered it before and thought it was better.

After eating the noodles and washing the dishes, I told them to rest, and I also came back to take a nap.

In the evening, the third sister was lying on the sofa, sleepy. Ask her to help wipe the handle of the walker. The old man usually washes his hands and wipes his hands, but he can't wipe it clean. Coupled with various smears when eating, the handle became a place to hide dirt, and it became sticky for a day or two. I was preparing a bath chair in the toilet, and when I saw the bucket of water that my mother picked up, I took it out and put it next to the fish tank, and asked the third sister to change the water in the fish tank after wiping her hands. Should I say "please"? But I didn't, and my attitude was pretty blunt. When I closed the toilet door, I heard her ask my mother, how to change the water?

The skin on the old man's calf, the scars like fish scales, has been there for many years. The first time was a few years ago, when my brother took a bath and rubbed the wound. The injury has not healed for a long time, and it has finally recovered. Last year, I went to Western Sichuan for National Day. He came to accompany my parents, and he was injured again while taking a bath. I asked my father, does it still hurt? He said it hurts. I said that I can't do anything about it, your son did it. I'm afraid you'll be better, so I'll do it again.

The shower was quick, I never dared to push hard, and it stopped. I pointed to the beads of sweat on my legs and said to my father, you see I'm sweating all over, and I have to wash myself when I go back, and no one will give me a bath. He was lost in his own thoughts and ignored me.

Read Fire And Blook yesterday and read about Meagor I Targaryen's death. Grandpa Martin wrote at the end of the chapter:

He died childless, and left no heir of his body.

At that time, I remembered that one year, when my father was still strong, he quarreled with me, saying that you don't know how people talk about us, that we are about to break the seeds.

I don't really care about other people's comments, but I sometimes think of the expression on his face when he said this, resentful, helpless, and maybe even sad.

Well now, with such complicated emotions, he can no longer show it.

Before leaving, my mother took out a handful of floral wire and tied it to my wrist while twisting it. In previous years, she prepared in advance, but this year she forgot. When I reminded her on the mountain, I slapped my forehead and said, "Why don't you think of it at all."

As I write this, the Dragon Boat Festival has already passed, and I haven't eaten zongzi yet.