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The sky is dark and the rain is still lingering. Qingqing picked up her umbrella and prepared to go to the subway station to pick up her boyfriend who hadn’t returned overtime, Wen. Due to the rainy day, Qingqing took a short pass, crossed a desolate path, and walked for another ten minutes.
There is no street light on this road, it is dark and there are tall trees on both sides. A little raindrop hit the leaves, “Da-Da-Da…”, listening carefully will make people feel the footsteps. Qingqing walked fast, and the breathless breath was like the struggle of a dead man before he died, trying his best to absorb oxygen. There was a small broken house not far in front, but she began to fear. She used to be here when she walked with Wen. Because the trees are abundant, cool and cool. It’s just that the little broken house disturbed her. The foot of the house is made of red brick, and the rest is made of mud brick, so that the house is not easy to collapse. A layer of yellow mud was also smeared on the surface. The dull yellow mud has already peeled off in large areas. The moss at the foot of the wall is fresh and green. The roof is burst or cracked tiles. The wooden door was corroded as if the bones had lost their flesh, leaving only the skeleton. The whole house seems to be collapsed at any time. Even in the daytime, you can’t see the dim layout inside. It is puzzling that the unburnt incense and red candle lie on the ground in front of the door, and two simple dishes in a coarse porcelain bowl.
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Why should I worship here? Who is worshipped?
Qingqing thought about it, and was still in front of the hut by more than twenty steps. The door of the cabin tonight reflects the dim orange light, accompanied by the sound of “zizizi”, like the sound of cooking.
Qingqing opened her eyes wide and raised her ears, trying to understand the situation in front of her. Yes, someone is cooking. Because the smell of the meal has overflowed. Qing Qing’s head was in a trance, and he walked back into the hut.
The hunchbacked grandmother was wielding a spatula, wearing an old cheongsam and dark trousers with dark blue coarse cloth. The dining table in the middle of the room blocked the realization and could not see what shoes the grandma was wearing. However, Qingqing secretly guessed that, according to the dress of the grandmother, it should be equipped with dark coarse shoes.
Although she is old, her grandmother is able to improve herself. Turning around, she put two steaming side dishes on the dining table and said to Qing Qing with a smile, “Take advantage of it. Eat on a hot day. On a rainy day, the dishes are easy to cool and cold, but they are not tasty.” The dishes are simple, but The fragrance is irresistible. Her warm tone and the two rows of Jincancan’s gold teeth reminded Qingqing of her dead grandma. Grandma was thin, so she walked quietly. It was just that the grandmother’s pace was lighter and nearly silent. Her faint face became more and more like grandma. Qingqing couldn’t help but call, “Grandma!”
“Ah. Eat quickly, it won’t taste good when it’s cold.” Grandma Said with concern.
“Well.” He answered in his mouth, but the scene in the house was too familiar, and Qingqing looked up involuntarily. All of a sudden, she flies back to her childhood. The fire-blackened wall hung a red and bright picture of God of Wealth. The stove is dug a small pit, and two bricks are stacked on each side of the pit. The earthenware pot, which was burned black all over, was placed on the ground a little messy. Two small wooden benches were prepared for the neighbor who had come to the door. Four high wooden stools are used for eating, one for grandma, one for father, one for mother, and one for green. All the dishes are rough porcelain, except that the green spoons are made of aluminum. Because it is young, it is not easy to break with an aluminum spoon. The wooden dining table and wooden chopsticks have blackened. There is often a kerosene lamp on the dining table, which was used for night lighting. Is it okay to put the mosquito repellent sheet on the glass lampshade and bake it to repel mosquitoes. The glass lampshade is easily blackened by the lamp and broken easily. I can’t remember how many times, when my mother cleaned it with a rag, most of it would burst.