After 30 years, most villagers either tore down the original adobe houses to build houses, or chose another site to build houses. Only a few people still live in the old house.
My home is a new house built on another piece of land, which has been 10 years. The old neighbors have also dispersed, and they rarely meet each other at ordinary times.
But there are always some people who have something to do. Whenever I go back to the village, I think of them.
Teacher Xiao Yu teaches Chinese in the village primary school, and I am in the class next door to the same grade. She is several years younger than my mother.
Although everyone lived in the same old house at that time, Teacher Xiao Yu and her husband, who was a family planning cadre, were already a few blocks away from us in dress.
I still remember the scene where she squatted by the well squeezing toothpaste to wash her face. Wow, my toothpaste doesn't soak your face as much! It took a long time to know that it was called facial cleanser. Fuck! Poverty has limited my cognition.
Her husband also goes out to work in a suit and tie every day. At that time, family planning was strict, and their job was to smash the furniture of the super-born family and catch the second-born pregnant woman to do abortion. Shit! I still don't know. Can I do this? Is it okay?
Their sense of professional superiority is bursting, which is vividly reflected in their daily words and deeds. What a nuisance!
There is a family near our home and Miss Xiaoyu's. Her son is a few years younger than me and likes to play with my brother and sister. Every time her son comes to my house, Miss Xiaoyu brings a bottle of yellow perfume. I sprayed it inside and outside my house before letting my son stay and play. As for my house, it stinks enough to stun your precious son? You can choose not to let your son come to my house, but you can't hurt your self-esteem like this!
At that time, everyone liked to eat and chat with bowls in the yard. The salty rice cooked at home that day was cooked with rice, vegetables and meat. Teacher Xiaoyu said to my brother, is that piece of meat in your bowl reluctant to eat? Your mother doesn't often buy meat, does she? Whether my brother is really reluctant to eat or not, I hate it when you talk like that!
One national day holiday, when I was in grade five or six, I washed my father's clothes by the well. Xiaoyu's husband said, is it because your family has no money, and your father won't let you study? I'm so happy. ...
On another occasion, my mother said that Teacher Xiaoyu would give her some good packs of cigarettes. Let her smoke for my dad, saying that my dad has never smoked any good cigarettes. Then my mother refused, saying that his cigarettes were not bad. You did a good job.
Later, we lived in a new house, and Miss Xiaoyu bought a house in the county. I went to high school, went to college, worked, got married, and haven't seen each other for more than ten years.
I don't know, after so many years, do you feel that your words and deeds in those days smelled of disgust and charity?
We are not as bad as you think! Even if there is, I don't need pity!
That wretched man is Chang, a few years older than my father. His eldest son is a teacher. Growing up, he was someone else's child in the mouth of his parents. This is also the capital that he repeatedly shows off. That's disgusting!
It turns out that we have a good relationship with our families. Later, I don't know why, and gradually exposed the obscene nature.
At home, we usually set up bamboo poles at the door to dry, and when the weather is good, we will hang clothes outside at night. Then my mother often finds something dirty on her underwear. People often run away when they hear something outside and open the door to see it.
When you sleep at night, you will hear someone urinating outside the window.
What can you do with him without proof?
As for why I know it's him, it's because someone saw him committing a crime in someone else's underwear.
Later, my mother called him "beast" behind his back.
In spite of this, my parents keep quiet and don't make noise. Everyone is just a stranger.
But that beast always slanders others when they are around. I don't like it. He said it once, and I said it once.
He pointed to the broken chair in front of my house and told people that what kind of chair people should sit in. I heard him come out with a cooking shovel and say, are you worthy of your good chair?
He hit my dog and I hit his chicken.
And so on, this phenomenon remained until I left home to study.
……
I heard an anecdote about him recently. His youngest son was introduced by the matchmaker and got a good marriage. According to the local custom, he should give the matchmaker thousands of dollars as a thank-you gift. But this beast, if he doesn't pay, let it out. If this matchmaker asks for money again, just call once! The world has changed, and bitches are rampant.
Stand on such a beast and admit it!
I don't remember her name, so let's call her grandma!
As long as I can remember, my grandmother has been 80 years old, living alone and cooking by herself.
What I can't forget most is her eyes, those eyes full of tears, those eyes that have experienced many hardships and storms.
She has several sons, but no old people. Self-reliance when the old and the weak need their children to serve. It's chilling to have such a son.
Because of the inconvenience of legs and feet, grandma can't walk far, so she can only bask in the sun at the door. Our neighbors often gather in front of her house and relax in the sun, which is a relief for her. This is the most profound scene in my memory.
Later, I heard that she passed away. I feel very sad.
There is also an old man whose yard is full of green flowers.
A gossip who always gossips behind people's backs.
Aunt who keeps a lot of pigs at home.
……
These people grew up with me.
Time in the old house no longer exists. The people I remember, our family is doing well, and I wish you all the best!