Fall in love with someone who does not love me

Half a smoke time, the mischievous king in the family has gone to sleep peacefully. The weather of early autumn division is cold warm and changeful, I lean gently on the back of the chair that plank bed is hard, shake the small fan in the hand slowly, send the relaxed after beginning autumn to the son.

He looked at him as if he were sleeping, his eyes small, his eyebrows thick, VRF system design his mouth pursed and grunting, and he couldn't hear what he was saying.

At this moment, time seems to pass the new round in front of the dim sleep lamp, I lightly brush son's forehead, the memory of the familiar voice long.

"Black, sesame paste, also."

A winding road of SLATE appeared, and the air smelled of damp and moldy. I stood in the crumbling alleyways, wearing dark blue suspenders and sucking on the faintly snot because of the damp and cold.

At this time, the dark green nose excrement that digs out of nostril with the finger, it is my best "snack", the I that can't eat black sesame seed, still can use this one sour nose excrement to send the roundworm in the belly at least. I don't know how many boogers I ate in my childhood, but no matter what I eat now, I can't seem to return to the happiness and happiness I used to chew in my mouth.

Cloth shoe is in wet slippery ground to trot all the way, Adrian Cheng cross two lane hall after be "house" old house. Since my mother is from wuhan, I spend my time here every winter and summer. The word "family" originated from the local dialect of wuhan, which is now called "grandma".

But I do not know why, after several years, I still feel "family" compared to "grandmother" come kind, that is a kind of home like an arrow feeling, warm and auspicious, in the memory of the old house, there will always be a kind old man, lit a lamp in the night, waiting for the lost child to find the way home.

When I was a child, eating bowl of black sesame paste is my extravagant hope, secretly with enamel ladle ladle on half a teaspoon, with boiled water to the chipped porcelain bowl, immediately fragrance floating. My cousin and I were always able to turn over some food in the old wooden cabinet in the house, which was used by adults to show filial respect to house company transfer, but became an opportunity for us to satisfy the greedy disease.

Now, I will also secretly put a few candy on the cabinet, so that the child is always looking forward to that mysterious magic cabinet, but in the moment of putting down the snack, my eye socket is beating a vague shadow, the smell of black sesame paste seems to return to the mouth.

In hard times, everything is supplied by ticket. A meal of meat is a great event at festivals. Childhood, always and cousin played martial arts drama in my old house, the two small children to half a piece of flask, twisting the fighting on the ground right away, but I always don't mention it flashed a killer - "nine Yin bones claw", no matter how hard the cousin's fist, I always use hand scratched his young face, that today was teasing "pine, birch, if 'health health care can't marry daughter-in-law, take your daughter-in-law compensate yo." My face is always red and blue.

In these moments of tension, "house" would tear off my cousin and pat me on my dusty clothes. At the end, my cousin would yell at the top of his voice with a piteous look and say, "are you my grandma?" Such kind of angry words, but I always with anxious mood, hide quietly in "each family" thin little behind, in "under the care" of the day, this frail figure is my best barrier.

Originally, the childhood to reside in the mother's hometown is also common, but in the young I think, my feeling in a foreign land, always has the smell of unclear.

When I was a child, my uncle and aunt would not eat because of their mischievousness. . For me, I always pout my mouth full of anger, with a grievance in my eyes, and bite my lips to try not to cry out.

"House" became my savior, she grabbed me from my uncle's arms, and then touched my head with heartache and said: "pine birch, not afraid." Then, with a fierce look at her uncle and aunt, she would smack the enamel bowl onto the wooden table.

When I was young, I always felt that my uncle and aunt were "wicked matron" and forced me to eat honestly every time. Now, the retribution seems to be reincarnated. Whenever I chase my son to eat around the world, I suddenly found that my uncle and aunt seemed to become lovely.

The depth of the night could not resist the feeling of hunger in the stomach. I put down my fan and tiptoed to rummage through the kitchen. Modern life is much more convenient than in the past, and the abundance of night snacks is not what it used to be.

A spoonful of lard fell into the hot black iron pot, slowly flowing out of the thick aroma, before the smoke of the old stove, a wood fire was burning, according to my little face red, warm and auspicious.

"Each family" with withered hands into the boiling water, gently stirring with a spoon, I sat quietly by the wood fire, greedily shrugging my nose and inhaling every drop of fragrance from the damp old house.

Mud on the ground will always stick with something of wet, baseboard passed in the heart is hard and cold, and when midnight the night of spring Onions, makes me feel better, and also a lot of warm up and down, and the most proud of is that my cousin is not such treatment, because I slept with "house" in the back room, so as long as I shout "hungry", the "house" always pull open lamp cord, put on a coarse linen dress quivering to kitchen for the fire, and I was looking to head up, from the bed behind "house" fart dian fart of singing a happy song. Every time my cousin walked in on me for a midnight snack, he would stomp his feet in anger and yell at me. Then he would also take her clothes and grind and get a bowl for him.

The bubble noodles are finally cooked. I take a bite of it. Although it is very delicious, it does not taste like home. As the smoke swirled around, I closed my eyes, felt the melting in my mouth, and heard the clattering of the old door knocker.

Once a young man, now you know something about people. But the immortal has died, memory of the good can only remain in the heart.