The cherries in front of the door were ripe again, bright red and dripping, like rubies with an alluring luster among the green leaves, clustering and crushing the branches.
I stood under the tree holding my son's little hand, the sun shining on my face through the leaves. I picked a red cherry and put it in my mouth, the sweet and sour taste slowly stirred up the warm and touching memory in my heart.
It was May Day in 11 years, I returned to Yunxi from Huanggang, reversing back and forth all the way, and when I arrived at the county seat, it was already on the lights, and my body was exhausted.
My father knew I was coming back, so he waited at the bus terminal early. When the bus entered the station, I caught a glimpse of a thin man on the side of the road leaning on a motorcycle, wearing a helmet and searching the passenger cars entering the station with expectant eyes, I leaned against the window and wanted to shout "Dad", glanced at the people in the whole car, but shyly did not shout.
I hurriedly pulled the luggage out of the station, my father saw me and hurriedly greeted me, I called "Dad", my father's anxious face was relieved, there was no answer, hurriedly took the trolley box, walked to the motorcycle, quickly untied the strapping rope on the back seat of the motorcycle, put the box on the back frame of the car and tied it, only to ask me if the road was okay.
The father rode very steadily, the speed of the car was not fast, the dim lights illuminated the winding mountain road, the sound of the engine echoed in the mountains, and the wind carried the fragrance of grass and trees over his father's shoulder, mixed with the smell of tobacco and cement.
Are there any cherries left on the tree?I asked, expectantly.
The cherry tree is basically gone, and I know that you are coming back, and your grandmother has already picked it for you, and it is still in the refrigerator to keep it fresh!"My father held the handlebars and didn't look back.
It took half an hour to get home. As soon as I entered the yard, I saw my grandfather standing by the door with a cane, and my grandmother was rushing out of the kitchen with her waist and wiping her hands.
Putting down the luggage, I went next door to meet my grandparents, chatted with my grandfather about the fatigue of this journey and the work of leaving home, grandma then brought out a bowl of rice wine poached eggs and a plate of washed cherries from the kitchen, I couldn't wait to grab a cherry and put it in my mouth, the sweet and sour taste went straight to the brain, evoked familiar memories, and removed the tiredness of a body.
The dinner was sumptuous, and the small round table was stacked with my usual favorite meals. My grandparents knew I was coming back and made preparations in advance. As the family sat around a table, I described the outside world to my grandparents, who told me about the changes in my home. During the dinner, I told them about my mother's situation in Shanghai, where she took care of an elderly lady who lived alone, and the elderly were very easy-going, and the children were also very considerate, so we should not worry.
On May 6th, my grandmother's birthday, I went to visit her. I haven't seen it for half a year, my grandmother's short body is a little more rickety than a year ago, and my grandfather also looks thin.
My cousin and I helped with the meals, and we rushed to do other things inside and outside the house. At lunchtime, my mother called my grandmother, and my grandmother eagerly took the mobile phone with her rough hand and hurriedly called "Huan Baby!".Huan Wa'er".
I stood quietly beside her.
Immediately afterward, my grandmother greeted my mother, "Happy New Year!".I was stunned suddenly, and said that it was the middle of the year now, and did you still say that the new year was good?Then I understood. Just after the Spring Festival, my mother followed others to Shanghai to work, speaking of which, my grandmother has not seen my mother since the Chinese New Year, and the old man has not **, in the past six months, my mother has hardly spoken to my grandmother. Grandma is the kind old man in the countryside, kind and amiable, her daughter is outside, she is more or less at ease, she has not seen for a while, she can't think of other words when she speaks, some are just blessings and greetings.
Have you had enough to eat there?Grandma asked. I don't know how my mother answered, but my grandmother smiled comfortably.
Huanwa'er, you pay attention to your body there and wear more clothes!Grandma instructed her mother. At the beginning of May, it was time to wear single clothes, and I might have laughed if I had been told to wear more clothes, but I was deeply moved by what my grandmother said to my mother.
My grandmother talked to my mother for a long time, and I stood silently behind this tall figure, and every simple and caring word touched my heart.
Speaking of which, I remembered the scene of paying New Year's greetings to my grandmother when I was a child. Every time we came back for the New Year, my grandmother always asked us to carry a basket of fried goods, hard-boiled eggs and other snacks, and sent us far away, only to see that we had sunk into the pine forest path in the middle of the mountain before turning back. When I got home, I found a roll of change wrapped in layers of plastic bags or strips of cloth hidden at the bottom of the basket.
In August 14, my grandmother passed away peacefully. At that time, I was working in Huanggang, and my family did not notify me, and when I called home on the weekend, I knew that I was about to burn my head seven. My mother said that I was far away from home, busy with work, and it was not easy to go back and forth, so she didn't tell me. Later, when I learned that my grandmother had passed away with only one grandson close to home, I couldn't stop crying. For a while, I couldn't understand what my mother was doing, and I "blamed" her for a long time.
When I went to university, I went to Wuhan, and then I went to Huanggang for work, and each time I left home at the beginning of the year and returned at the end of the year. When I am away, I will communicate with my relatives at home once a weekend and tell each other about their situation, which has become a Xi. "Reporting good news but not bad news" and not letting parents worry and worry is outside, and I think it is the best thing to give back to my parents.
Now, my grandmother, grandfather, and grandfather have passed away one after another, looking at this red cherry, but what is reflected is a loving smile.
I squatted in front of my son and fed the reddest cherries to his mouth, and the little one sucked the flesh and spit out the kernels in one go, and he couldn't stop eating them.
I ate one, and it was really juicy, sweet and delicious.
My eyes were hazy with sweetness. (Mubai).