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The warm prose of the years

My cousin called and said that he would bring his aunt over tomorrow to visit her brother, my old father-in-law. I put down the phone and told the old man the news. From the joy on his face, I could see his excitement and anticipation.

"Ten years! I haven't seen this miserable girl like me for ten years!" I don't know whether the old man was telling me or talking to himself, but he cried with joy.

On weekdays, I often hear my husband talk about the past of their brother and sister: my aunt is my father-in-law’s half-sister. In that era when food and clothing were difficult to ensure, especially in rural areas where the soil was rough and heaped, Children, due to the strong preference for boys over girls, almost no girls can go to school. Like their parents, they live with their faces turned to the earth and their backs to the sky, sweating to the ground and falling into pieces.

So my aunt never went to school, and she has been helping adults with whatever work she can since she was sensible. In the hot summer, mosquitoes are rampant. Every time my aunt goes to pick fresh yellow cabbage and bitter greens from the fields and comes back, any exposed skin will be bitten by mosquitoes, and the large and small ones are closely connected. My father-in-law would always look at my young aunt with distress when he came back from school. He would help her smear the itch with soapy water and then take her to play hide-and-seek with other friends, trying his best to make her happy.

Once, when it started to rain after school, my aunt carried a piece of plastic paper on her head (there was no raincoat at that time) and stepped on the muddy road to deliver a piece of paper to her brother. Rain plastic paper. When the soil in the saline-alkali land meets water, the upper half is mud, and the lower half is hard and smooth. My aunt's thin body stumbled in the wind and rain, and when she saw her brother, she was covered in mud. The father-in-law felt sorry for his sister, and while scolding his aunt for not coming, he carried her on his back and walked home with a slippery step...

My aunt started to earn work points when she was seventeen years old. At that time, Caofeidian was reclaiming wasteland. Mainly planting rice, March is the planting season. At that time, March in early spring was not warm at all. In the bitterly cold paddy fields, we used shovels to gather the mud together to make multiple flat rectangular beds, leaving small ditches beside them for sowing. Back and forth. Braving the cold wind and the icy mud, my aunt always gritted her teeth and persevered. Although she was shivering from the cold, she always worked hard.

After sowing, it’s time to transplant the rice seedlings, which is even more tiring. Every day, I lower my head and bend my waist, holding a handful of seedlings in my left hand, and from time to time, my right hand takes out a handful from the left hand and inserts it into the soil. , the distance between the seedlings horizontally and vertically should be about the same, and they should not be inserted too deep or too shallow. At the end of the day, they will almost fall apart... But my aunt never complained, and she continued to help her brother with the little money she earned - my father-in-law had already married at that time. Unfortunately, when my aunt got married, he, as the elder brother, had no money to buy some dowry for his sister. This was a knot that stayed in my father-in-law's heart...

My aunt's life after marriage was also very bad. My uncle has been suffering from headaches for a long time and can hardly do any heavy work. The burden of the family's life is entirely borne by my uncle. My uncle, who had been ill for a long time, passed away in his forties. For the sake of the children, my aunt did not remarry. In that era when there was a shortage of food and clothing, my aunt continued to support the dilapidated family. In addition to cultivating a few acres of land and going out to do odd jobs during the off-season, the hard days were year after year. She worked hard to raise three daughters and two sons. , one can imagine how difficult life is. My aunt is a strong woman.

Every time I hear my father-in-law’s story, I don’t know how to stabilize the old man, and I feel excited. This emotion should be touching: I am moved by the deep love between their brother and sister, and I am also moved by my aunt’s love. Kind and tenacious.

Living in such an environment, my aunt naturally suffered from a lot of diseases. Due to her old age, her legs and feet were stiff and her movements were difficult.

My father-in-law is not in very good health, and my brother and sister have not seen each other for ten years due to mobility issues. How could the old man not be excited when he heard the news that his aunt was coming? The deep and shallow wrinkles on his weather-beaten face overflowed with joy.

Early the next morning, the old man got up very early and told us to buy vegetables and cook. The old man came in and out, walked back and forth outside the courtyard, and then went out to take a look after a while.

Seeing her restless grandfather, her daughter stopped him and said, "Grandpa, it's still early. Please sit down for a while. You're spinning around and making me dizzy." The old man smiled and said, "Your aunt will be here soon." We're here, we'll be there in a moment..."

At about nine o'clock, the old man had just settled down on the sofa, listening to his favorite Laoting drum, when his little daughter ran in from outside and said that a car was parked at the door. The old man got up immediately and walked out in three steps at a time, mumbling: "We're here!" My sister-in-law and I followed the old man out of the house, and happened to see my white-haired aunt getting out of the car. Come down. The old man stepped forward quickly and took his aunt's hand, clasping their hands tightly together.

"Brother!" After my aunt called out, tears flowed out. The old man's eyes were full of tears: "Let's go into the house and say, go into the room and say..." The brother and sister supported each other and walked tremblingly into the house.

My sister-in-law, my cousin, and I were moving things from the car. There were big and small bags in the car, which was like moving: sweet potatoes, peanuts, millet, red beans, mung beans, climbing beans, and sorghum. Rice, corn residue and peanut oil are all available. My cousin said that my aunt had to let her take it, so she grew it herself without any pesticides. Peanut oil is made from home-grown peanuts and is said to be safe to eat. There is no way, people will not be happy if they don’t rely on them when they are old. This is the sister's yearning and concern for her brother. It is a deep affection without words. No matter how gorgeous the words are, they will pale in comparison to this emotion.

We were busy preparing lunch, and no one could bear to disturb the brother and sister's reunion. The brother and sister would cry when they talked about emotional things, laugh when they talked about happy things, and talked endlessly, as if they wanted to make up for what they had not said in the past ten years.

Sitting at the dining table, looking at the table of meals we carefully prepared, the old man wished that his sister could eat all the dishes before he would be happy. His aunt’s bowl was filled to the brim, and her mouth was full of food. She kept saying, "Eat more, eat more!" My aunt kept saying, "Brother, I can't eat anymore. The children are laughing..."

After the meal, my father-in-law accompanied me. I walked around in the yard with my aunt: the big willow tree at the door is still there, but it is thicker; the chicken coop is still there, but it has been renovated; the rose flowers at the door are still there, but there are more; the old house in front has been renovated. ... Stepping on the familiar footprints from ten years ago, they walked through every corner of the yard, and there were traces of the past everywhere. Touching the flowers and plants planted by myself and the big stone under the willow tree where I once sat, everything seemed so familiar. It's just that my mother-in-law has passed away. When my aunt mentions her sister-in-law, she bursts into tears again...

The joy of the reunion has not dissipated, and the strong brother-sister relationship has not yet been expressed, and my aunt is about to go back. . The brother and sister told each other: exercise more, take care of your health, and be well... Before the aunt got in the car, the old man took out a thousand yuan and gave it to the aunt: "Sister, give you a few yuan, keep it and go to the gas station." Hu Wan, (You Xiao Hu, a kind of card game) can be happy on your own."

My aunt said no, "Brother, keep the flowers, I have money." My aunt's eyes were wet again. . "Take it, let's go!" Under our persuasion, my aunt packed up the money and got in the car. The car started to drive, and the old man followed the car, waving as he walked: "Come over when you have time!" The brother and sister were reluctant to leave.

Everyone present was moved and their eye sockets were moist. My eldest daughter suddenly said to my younger daughter: "Tiantian, when I get old, you can also give me a thousand yuan to oil Xiaohu." The younger daughter obviously didn't know what oiling Xiaohu meant, but she also agreed: "Sister , I will definitely give it to you, give you two thousand." Tong Wuji revealed the true feelings between sisters.

We all know in our hearts that this kind of family love, which is thicker than water, is the most precious and warmest love in the world!