Four gusts of wind

The heavy rain covered up the quarrel and the time, and after a long time, the sleepiness hit the uncle and returned to the house tiredly.

"Uncle. "

The uncle took off his shoes and lay down on the bed, touched his head, looked at his brother again, and kept sighing.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. "

The elder brother shook his head stubbornly, but the red handprint on his face still explained the answer.

"Sleep, just wake up." "

"Well, good night, uncle. "

"Good night. "

Outside there was a

ticking sound, like a lullaby, and with the sound of rain, he soon fell asleep. In the dream, he and he returned to his grandmother's house, back to the summer, his uncle and his brother were turning stones in the river to catch small fish, grandma was washing clothes on the shore, and his aunt was fishing for shrimp in a place full of aquatic weeds.

The next day, he got dressed and opened the door, and it was as quiet as ever, as if the events of the previous night had not happened at all. Mom walked around, busy cooking, the uncle and the fifth uncle squatted under the eaves chatting, and the white smoke room sparsely heard the conversation of father, grandfather and second uncle, talking and laughing.

But last night's events are clearly vivid, why is it back to the same today as before?

He was still too frightened to go over, so he went back into the house and lay down on the bed. The elder brother didn't know if he wasn't awake or pretended, he didn't move, and he didn't make a snoring sound, he shouted tentatively, and the elder brother just waved his hand to signal him not to make noise.

"Mao!Jun!Get up and eat, finish eating and go to school!".

They sat for a long, long time, until their mother's voice called out, and the brothers reluctantly got up. Walking to the hall, he looked in nervously, his father was in high spirits to describe the future to his grandfather, he walked into the house with his head down, and whispered to Dad. Dad turned his head to look at him when he heard the voice, and answered in a low voice, and then turned his face away, not daring to look at him and his brother.

The elder brother didn't say anything the whole time, picked up the bowl and picked up some food and walked to the yard, he followed closely. At this breakfast, the two brothers ate faster than usual, and after a short while, they walked to the kitchen and put the bowl on the table.

"Grandpa, Mom, we're going to school. "

"Eat so little?".

"It's full. "

After answering, the brothers quickly walked out of the door, and the grandfather hurriedly got up and followed out.

"Why are you in such a hurry, you haven't given the money today." "

As he spoke, Grandpa took out two yuan from his pocket and gave one to each of the brothers, and then let the brothers leave satisfied.

Returning to the cement room and picking up their school bags, the brothers crawled to the field above, along the way, there were traces of last night's heavy rain everywhere, the road was slippery and difficult to walk, the fallen leaves were in tatters, the air was filled with the smell of moist fragrance, and the grass was green like spring. A rain cleanses a lot of things, and at the same time breaks a lot of things.

At last they climbed up the field with difficulty, and the path in the woods was finally a little better, so that he could keep stepping on the stone slabs without worrying that the mud would dirt his trouser legs, and he could take his mind off the difficult dirt road and concentrate on the rest.

As he walked, he suddenly remembered that today he seemed to be writing an essay about family affection.

He didn't know, he didn't think about it yesterday, he didn't think about it today, and he shuttled through the woods with an unknown answer, extending the woods to the end of the world, and the school at the end seemed to be a place that could never be reached.