The rainy sky, the cold wind blowing at the intersection, the small raindrops provide the humidity of the city, so that the branches on the roadside of the city hang thick ice, the weather forecast says that there will be heavy snow tomorrow, the reason for the cold air is frozen in many places, and the news of frozen roads and congestion is constantly coming out in the news, similar to the ice disaster in 2008.
In 2008, a huge freezing disaster frozen the entire Hunan, the school holiday was early, fortunately returned to his hometown before the ice, but in his hometown constantly listened to his grandfather's complaints, perhaps the old man's obsession with reunion engraved in his bones, constantly "scolding" his parents for not coming back, while saying that if he does not come back, he will be Chinese New Year's Eve, while constantly counting the days.
The heavy snow broke the telephone pole, ** came to the news, the high-speed traffic jam, the train also stopped, grandpa sighed, while "hating" the day, one after another around the neighbors have gone home to prepare for the New Year, deep worry turned into scolding, and I am thinking that if I can't come back, I can't come back, what is there to urge, muttering all day. Maybe I didn't look forward to reuniting with my parents, and I didn't have to worry about food and clothing, so I turned around and went to the vegetable garden with an iron bucket to "chop" cabbage. The thick ice "cooked" the cabbage leaves, and the roots were cut for a while to twist the cabbage, but it was difficult to de-ice hard, and two cabbages could fill the iron bucket. Fortunately, there is a flowing stream not far away, pour the cabbage into the stream, shake it gently and feel relieved, the lines of the cabbage, the thick ice is like a mold, play with it for a while, fall out of the crisp cracking sound, quickly shake off your hands and warm up on the buttocks. After finishing the work in self-entertainment, before dark, stew the cabbage, and have dinner. The heavy snow cut off the electricity, and the fire at night shone on his face, shaking and shaking, but grandpa was worried.
I still "chop" cabbage as always, sometimes pull a few radish, I don't think the radish is delicious, coriander, garlic leaves will be broken and have to give up. After dinner, I went to play in the snow, the shoes were wet and dried, and I went to the mountain bamboo forest to cut bamboo and learn to make a sled, and spread the snow particles on the small slope, and it was fun to play on the ground, but I always heard the neighbors angry, and the road that had just been cleaned up fell with snow, I thought that the snow on the slope had my "credit", and I met the grandfather who went out to "hang out" and came back, only to hear him say "sand and snow at the bottom, prepare oil, salt, firewood and rice".
The village committee paid for a diesel generator, and the flickering fire at night turned into an incandescent lamp flickering light, just a little wider than the range of the firelight, but the grandfather's face showed a long-lost smile, the next morning the grandfather carried a bag of rice that had just been taken off from the husk of the rice shop, and there was no complaint in his mouth, standing beside the intersection where the spring water flows into the stream, looking at the frozen cabbage in the vegetable garden, I think the "oil, salt, firewood and rice" prepared by the grandfather should be enough. I got a long piece of pork out of nowhere in the evening, and I became more convinced of my idea.
After "chopping" cabbage for two days, I really turned Chinese New Year's Eve, and the "no expectation" in my heart made me anxious, and my parents, who were originally convinced, would return, and I lost confidence.
There is a small wooden bridge at the intersection of the spring stream, the wooden bridge is made of three flat pieces of wood with mortise and tenon joints, painted with fresh red, now you don't need to step on the stone in the middle of the spring water, and you are not afraid of stepping on the empty feet like last time, and there are some candies next to it, melon seeds and peanuts. Grandpa smiled and took my melon seeds, and asked where the long-shaded flowers came from, and I told him. It turns out that the people who build the bridge are doing good deeds, often there are people who have been sick for a long time in the family, or things that do not go well, hoping that goodwill can be converted, and the bridge is generally built on the road that many people must pass, which can be convenient for others, even if there is only a little kindness. The red envelopes, candies, melon seeds and peanuts that were taken away are considered a kind of recognition of people to build bridges, and it can also be regarded as everyone's prayer for their family. I was still lamenting that I didn't get the red envelope when I got up late, and my grandfather told me why melon seeds are called Changyin flowers. I also gradually faded the anxiety that my parents did not come back for the New Year.
I can't remember what day of the first month my parents came back, and when I came back, it snowed softly, and the next day it was clear.
My mother kept asking me when I was going home, but it was snowing heavily at home, and it was going to freeze if I didn't come back. I think when I was a child, my grandfather and I had smart hands and would urge our parents to do this, but now I've switched. Driving on the highway, still frozen for thousands of miles, but there is no heavy snow to close the road, the road is smooth, now it is not 2008 after all, but grandpa is not there.