Go back to my hometown to sweep my parents' graves before the Spring Festival, and then go back to my second brother's house. Everyone was busy preparing lunch, so I greeted my third brother. We got the message, left the second brother's house and headed for the old house.
The old house is five houses away from the second brother's house, and it will soon arrive at the old house.
The walls of the old house have already collapsed, bricks are scattered all over the floor, and wells are abandoned all over the floor, which makes people feel distressed and sour. The fireworks in the kitchen have been cut off. The spiritual bed occupied by my father before his death has been shapeless and piled up in the southeast corner of the courtyard of the old house. The yard was covered with yellow hay, and several withered loofah seeds were blown from side to side by the cold wind on the wire, which was cold and sad.
The door of the old house was open and the white paper was angular. The walls of the house are empty. There is only one Simmons bed left in the east room, with messy wires, dilapidated furniture drawers half open and half closed, and no clothes in the closet. Only the yellow book of shoes made by my mother before her death contained a few incomplete shoes. The miniature ceiling fan used by my parents before her death hung horizontally on the bamboo pole, but the lamp holder for lighting was still rusty, but there was no light bulb. There are two tables of the Eight Immortals in the hall. One was left by my parents when they got married, and the other was left by my wife when they got married. The dust on the two tables is very thick. The plaques and paintings hanging on the wall were removed when my father died of illness, and now they are long gone. The Watson ceiling fan I bought for my parents after work is still hanging on the head of the reinforced beam, and the button switch is turning and twisting. There are no curtains to separate the living room from the Westinghouse. An old wooden bed is still in the same place. The leather sofa bed under me is still firmly against the Western Wall. The concrete floor that was smashed in the early years is full of holes, skinny and full of moisture and musty smell. The window frame is misplaced and the door is painted. Due to years of disrepair, the door stood like a broken leg and the body was uneven.
The old house was moved from the old house in the southeast corner of the village after the implementation of row houses in my hometown. The old house before moving was an old wooden beam house, with three earth walls and grass on one side. When my second brother proposed, he was overturned. The whole wall is covered with mud and broken grass, and the roof is made of mud and broken grass. This old house is warm in winter and cool in summer, but it is comfortable to live in.
My father was wrongly turned into a "historical counter-revolutionary murderer" during the Cultural Revolution. After being tried by the commune "Revolutionary Committee", he was wrongly sentenced to be sent to a reform-through-labor farm for labor reform. One summer, it rained heavily. In stormy weather, the old house leaked rain everywhere, like an old man coughing and tottering. My mother asked my younger brother and second brother to take a sack filled with rainwater and go to the uncle in the west courtyard to help repair it. The troubled uncle refused the request. Big brother cried to several fearless fathers about his past friendship and repaired the old house in the wind and rain. There is no water leakage in the old house, but the walls of the old house are a little weak. Big brother and second brother found the best stick in the family to support the old wall for many years.
Later, when we were all grown up, the two brothers were going to talk to each other about their daughter-in-law. So, our eldest brother led us to pull the soil, renovated the old house with the money saved by pulling his legs, and built four half-brick and half-earth tile houses on the open space in front of the old house. That year, the family finished eating dried sweet potatoes circled with reed foil.
The eldest brother got married in the old house, and the second brother got married in the old house. By the time the third brother got married, the old house had been renovated into a mixed tile house by the second brother. By the time I got married, the old house had become someone else's site. That year we moved to a place in the village and built a new house. We just rammed someone else's old house dozens of times and built three low-rise mixed tile houses, because my work unit assigned me one.
Although the newly built old house is not big, our three brothers are away all the year round, and our second brother has moved to the yard. So the old house where our parents live has become a place for neighbors to get together and play. Every time I go home to visit my parents, the yard is full of familiar neighbors. Let's play chess, mahjong, old card. Old houses and homes have become neighbors' paradise. Later, more people came to get together, and there were not enough stools and tables. Everyone teamed up to build two more chairs, and the yard was full of laughter.
At the time of SARS, the old house was hastily moved and built, and it was very poor at that time. Therefore, the foundation of the old house was not built at the time of construction, and the wall began to crack after more than ten years. I was afraid that the old house would collapse and hit my parents, so I decided to redecorate it. I found several familiar cement workers and asked about the decoration price. It costs thousands of dollars to use old things and dismantle them together. I asked my second brother, and he said he didn't have time to go out to work. My father and I made an account and reported it to my eldest brother. My father and I contributed, and my eldest brother went home to work. The old house has been renovated for about a week, and our parents live in an old and stable house. We feel very practical in our hearts.
Now, my parents are gone and my neighbors are scattered. Like homing birds, they have returned home. Small tables and stools have long been short of arms and legs. The old house looks quiet and desolate, and the excitement and joy have dissipated.
"Three brothers and four brothers come to the old house!" The second sister-in-law in eastern Shandong next door greeted us. We handed her a cigarette and lit it respectfully. The second sister-in-law took a sip and sighed, "Third and fourth brothers, don't be sad. After the second uncle and second aunt left, the yard was quiet. Everyone will have this result. Please relax! "
Yes, everyone does. Everyone will get old one day. Take it easy, and everything will be fine. Perhaps, in a few years, the old houses and yards will disappear from our eyes like a gust of wind and will never be found again. Memories and memories can only be picked up in the clouds of the past.
Dad! Mom! We're leaving. Old house! Old yard! Goodbye.
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