old days(5)

"Where's your milk? Where's your mother?" Lin Baichuan held his daughter's hand with one hand, wiped her face with the other, and asked quickly.

Lin Yutong looked at the clenched hand and said, "It's in the inn."

Lin Baichuan immediately shouted: "Xiao Wang! Hurry!"

The Jeep passed through the crowd of spectators and stopped in front of it. The fourth master got on the passenger seat and showed the way. Lin Baichuan didn't bother to ask who the fourth master was, and just pulled Lin Yutong into the back seat. Just before closing the door, Fan Yunqing

He grabbed the car door and said, "Mom is here, I should go take a look too."

After saying that, Lin Baichuan got into the car directly without waiting for his consent, and then dragged up a girl who looked confused.

That is to say, everyone is thin, otherwise, there really wouldn’t be enough space to fit in the back seat.

Lin Baichuan only held Lin Yutong, staring ahead, urging the driver: "Hurry up."

But he didn't explain who the woman who followed him was.

If you were driving, this stretch of road would really be nothing. In less than twenty minutes, it stopped.

After pushing the door open and getting out of the car, Lin Baichuan shouted: "Mother! Mother! Where are you? Mother! Mother! My son is back!" After saying that, he wiped the tears on his face and shouted again: "Fuck mother...

…Fuck…I’m back…Fuck…I’m back…”

He shouted all the way to the inn, pushing open the doors of each room.

Mrs. Lin was on the second floor, crying heartbreakingly: "My son..."

This shout made Lin Baichuan's nose sore, tears and snot flowing down his face, as if a wronged child had found his mother, and ran towards the second floor like crazy, "Mother! Just wait, my son is here."

He rushed to his mother without saying a word. He knelt down in front of her with a bang, lay in her arms and cried: "Mother... my son misses you... mother... my son is back alive... mother...

...Mother...my son is unfilial..."

Mrs. Lin hugged her son, and he made soft sounds.

Seventeen years apart. When he left home, he was only fifteen years old! He was still a child.

Now, when he comes back, he is an unshaven man in his thirties.

After crying for a long time, the old lady finally remembered something. She slapped her son on the back and said, "You bastard, what are you doing kneeling here? Get up!" After she pulled her son to his feet, she slapped him again: "You don't either.

Let me ask, who did your mother rely on to keep her from starving to death all these years without you? Who did your three children rely on to survive to this day?"

"His mother?" He wiped his face and saw the woman standing a few steps away.

He smiled widely, then stepped over and picked up the woman in two steps, "Fuck...I can hold you so hard...Fuck...I can hold you now..."

Chang Qiuyun had suppressed a cry just now, but now that the man was holding her on her shoulders, her tears finally fell. He was only fourteen years old when they got married. He became a father at the end of the year. Second

A second child was born this year.

At that time, he couldn't bear her.

He always said: "Wait for two more years. In two years, I will carry you around the village. Do you believe it?"

What did she say then?

She said: "In a few years, my son will be able to carry me, so why should I ask you to carry him?"

It turns out that there is a difference between a man carrying something and a son carrying it.

Her head hung behind his back, her hands hit his back again and again, and she burst into tears: "Where have you been all these years?"

The man stood still and asked her to hit her. Feeling that she was crying, he put her down while crying, and stretched out a pair of rough hands to wipe her tears, and then gave her a slap.

Kissing her on the face, he smiled with tears streaming down his face: "Damn it... I kept dreaming that if I didn't go out that day, it would be fine..."

Chang Qiuyun pushed the person away and wiped the area where he had been kissed, "How old are you, and you still think you are young?"

The man smiled again, and Chang Qiuyun pushed the two sons standing against the wall over: "Look, do you still recognize them?"

"Why can't you recognize him?" The man looked at the two young men and pointed at the tall and thin one: "Starting a prairie fire, you can't be wrong."

Da?? rolled his eyes and said: "I admit my mistake, I am the one who started the prairie fire."

Lin Baichuan was stunned and went to see the child's mother, but she rolled her eyes again. He laughed, stretched out his hand to hold Da?? and pulled off his pants: "It's Liaoyuan, right? There is a black mole on Liaoyuan's back, your kid's butt

There is a red mole on my upper buttocks. It’s right in the middle of my buttocks on the left side. Take it off and see if you’re right..."

"Dad...Dad..." Where could Lin Baichuan be so energetic? He covered his buttocks and said, "Mom! Look at my dad."

Lin Baichuan paused his hand and helped the young man to stand up, "Did you call me daddy? You know how to call me daddy!"

As he spoke, tears came down involuntarily. He looked at Chang Qiuyun and said, "When I left, Liaoyuan would call me daddy, and this kid had just learned how to turn over. When I left, I also said that when I come back next time, I guess this kid would also call me daddy."

"Daddy. Look...he can call me daddy..." With that, he went to pull the prairie fire, "Stubborn! When feeding, he can't even hold the left side and eat the right. He stretches his head and runs around. He is a stubborn person who accepts death.

. Looking at it now, I’m still stubborn!” He patted his eldest son’s shoulder heavily, “If you don’t call me dad, I’m your dad too!”

Chang Qiuyun stared at his eldest son: "This is your father."

Lin Dayuan looked around, but he didn't dare to look at his mother's face.

Chang Qiuyun said again: "This is your father."

Lin Dayuan lowered his head and called out in a low voice: "Dad!"

Lin Baichuan grinned and said, "Hey!" The response was loud.

Feeling so embarrassed to be like this with his son, he turned around and started looking for his daughter: "Where's Xiaoxing? Quick! Tell dad to take a closer look." After saying that, he looked back at Chang Qiuyun: "You are so capable, I'm surprised.

A Xiaoxing was born."

"Dad, did you call me?" Lin Xiaoxing walked in, and the room suddenly became silent.

The reunion after a long absence, and the surprise of seeing a loved one come back to life... As joyous as it is, the silence at this moment is so cold.

During the silent confrontation with each other, time seemed to flow slowly.

Just when I didn't know where to start, there were heavy footsteps outside, followed by a very rough voice: "Old Lin...Old Lin..."

Lin Baichuan only felt that this sound was like a huge stone hitting an ice hole, and he was finally able to recover with this breath.

"Old Zhong!" Lin Baichuan tidied himself up a little, then whispered to Mrs. Lin and Chang Qiuyun: "It's the political commissar..." As if knowing that they didn't know what the political commissar meant, he explained again.

, "That's my leader."

Mrs. Lin wiped her face with a handkerchief.

Chang Qiuyun tidied her hair.

Over there, Zhong Nanshan came in with a smile, "I heard that I'm here, shouldn't I come over now?" After saying that, he looked at Old Mrs. Lin, and without saying a word, he knelt down and kowtowed: "Auntie, these are all

Years of suffering.”

You can't accept such courtesy from others.

Lin Yutong and her two brothers knelt down and returned the gift.

Lin Baichuan smiled with satisfaction: Mom and Qiuyun have taught their three children well. This is a family that truly understands etiquette.

Mrs. Lin turned half sideways, and Lin Baichuan went to help people sit at the table. Chang Qiuyun had already poured tea and brought it to her.

Zhong Nanshan looked at Qiu Yun and smiled: "This is..."

Lin Baichuan grabbed Qiu Yun and said, "My wife! How about it? You're not bragging! My wife is just good-looking and has good craftsmanship..."

"Yes!" Zhong Nanshan laughed: "Old Lin has told me more than once that the nine-turn large intestine belly chicken made by my siblings is a masterpiece. I must try it if I have a chance in the future."

"Why change the day?" Lin Baichuan stood up, "Let's go! Go home. Go home now! Call all the old guys here, I'm happy today. Have a few drinks tonight.

I also want you to know if I, Old Lin, am bragging."

Zhong Nanshan said in his heart: Should I respond or should I not?

Chang Qiuyun pulled his arm back: "If Commissar Zhong wants to eat it, I will borrow the inn's kitchen to cook it. I'm afraid I won't be able to do it well and make you laugh."

Lin Baichuan pulled her: "Don't go home? What's it like to have a home but not go back? If you don't go, mother won't go, and the children won't go. Without you, this family won't be a family. Besides, no matter what

Can’t we talk it over as a family together?”

"I'll go talk to my mother and child." Chang Qiuyun shook his head, "I'll go, it's not appropriate."

Lin Baichuan was so angry that he dragged her to the opposite door of the inn room, leaving a message before leaving: "Let's talk alone."

Entering the room, the door slammed shut.

Chang Qiuyun sat cross-legged on the bed: "Let's talk. Just say what you have to say?"

Lin Baichuan walked around the room twice, then took off his military cap and placed it squarely on the table. Then he looked at Chang Qiuyun and unbuttoned his clothes one by one.

What are you doing?

Undress?

"What do you want to do?" Chang Qiuyun's expression changed.

Lin Baichuan took off his military cotton-padded jacket again, revealing a white shirt underneath.

What did Chang Qiuyun think he was going to do? In the end, he knelt down with a thud.

What a prospect!
To be continued...