I don't want to talk about anything about middle-aged leap soil

This is leap soil. Although I knew it was leap soil at first sight, it was not my memory. His figures have doubled; The previous purple round face has turned gray-yellow, adding deep wrinkles; Like his father, his eyes are swollen all around, which I know. People who farm by the sea blow the sea breeze all day, which is generally the case. He wore a worn felt hat on his head and only a thin cotton-padded coat on his body. Holding a paper bag and a long pipe in my hand is not the red and round hand I remember, but thick, stupid and cracked, like pine bark. "ah! Brother Runtu.-You're here? ..... "He stopped, with a happy and sad expression on his face; His lips are moving, but he is silent. Finally, he shouted respectfully and clearly, "Sir! ..... "I seem to have a cold shiver; I know there is a deep barrier between us. I can't talk either. He turned and said, "Shui Sheng, kowtow to the master." He pulled out the child hiding behind him. It was a leap soil 20 years ago, but it was thinner and yellower, and there was no silver ring around its neck. "This is the fifth child, never seen the world, evasive ..." Mother and Honger came downstairs, and they probably heard voices. "The old lady. The letter arrived early. I really enjoyed it until my master came back ... "said Runtu. "Ah, you how so polite. Didn't you call yourselves brothers before? Still that: Brother Xun. " Mom said happily. "He is aquatic? The fifth one? They are strangers, no wonder they are afraid of strangers; Or Honger will accompany him for a walk. " Mom said. Macro son heard this, then go to recruit aquatic, aquatic but refreshing to go out with him all the way. Mother, please moisten the soil and sit down. He hesitated, finally sat down, leaned the long pipe against the table, handed the paper bag and said, I'll ask him about it. He just shook his head. He just shook his head; Although his face is engraved with many wrinkles, it doesn't move at all, just like a stone statue. He just feels bitter, but he can't describe it. After a short silence, he picked up his pipe and smoked silently. Mother asked him, knowing that his family was busy, he had to go back tomorrow; He didn't have lunch again, so he was told to go to the kitchen to fry rice. He is out; Mother and I both lamented his situation: many children, famine, heavy taxes, soldiers, bandits, officials and gentry all made him look like a puppet. My mother told me that she could give him anything she didn't need to move, and he could choose for himself. In the afternoon, he picked out a few things: two long tables, four chairs, a pair of incense burners and candlesticks, and a scale. He also asked for all the grass ash (we cook straw here, and the grass ash can be used as fertilizer in the sand), and he took it with him when he set out. In the evening, we talk about some idle days, which are irrelevant words; The next morning, he brought Shui Sheng back. Nine days later, it is the day when we set out. Runtu arrived in the morning. Shui Sheng didn't come with him, but only brought a five-year-old daughter to look after the ship. We are so busy all day that we have no time to talk. There are also many visitors, some seeing off, some taking things, and some seeing off taking things. By the time we got on the boat at night, all the old things in this old house, big and small, had been swept away. Part III: Our ship is advancing from home. At dusk, the green hills on both sides of the river were covered with dark coats and retreated to the stern. Honger and I leaned against the window of the ship and looked at the blurred scenery outside together. Suddenly he asked, "But Shui Sheng invited me to his house to play …" He opened his big black eyes and thought foolishly. My mother and I were a little disappointed, so we brought up the leap soil again. Mother said that Yang Er's sister-in-law is a tofu beauty, and she has come every day since my family packed my luggage. The day before yesterday, Iraq took out a dozen plates in the ashes. After discussion, it must have been buried in the leap soil. He can move home together when transporting the ashes. Yang Er's sister-in-law saw this and felt very successful, so she killed the dog (this is our chicken-raising equipment here, and there is a fence on the wooden plate, which contains food, but the dog can't, so she can only watch). She flew away like crazy, but she ran so fast and her feet were so high and so low. Mom and macro are asleep. I lay down and listened to the gurgling sound at the bottom of the boat, knowing that I was going my own way. I think: I have been isolated to this extent by the leap soil, but our descendants are still angry. Isn't Honger short of water? I hope they will no longer be separated like me ... but I don't want them to live as hard as I do because they want to be together, nor do I want them to live as hard as a leap of earth, nor do I want them to live as hard as others. They deserve a new life, because we have never lived. In the gloom, I spread out a green beach by the sea, and a golden full moon hung in the dark blue sky. I thought: Hope is nothing, nothing. It's like a road on the ground; In fact, there is no road on the ground. If there are more people walking, it will become a road. 192 1 year 1 month.