I really don't want to be a teacher

Page 747

The last family at the end of the village called Lian Ge to stop.

Lian Ge stopped on the side of the road.

Turn around and look away.

On the side of the road is the yard of this family, and there is an old man standing beside the yard,

The old man hunched over, holding a long-handled spoon in his hand, and there was still a wisp of smoke at the end of the spoon.

The old man raised his head, his face was full of furrows and wrinkles, and his skin looked a little dark and rough, and he was looking at Lian Ge with a smile.

Behind the old man, not far away, is a firewood stove built by the side of the yard. The firewood stove is not very high, and it is simply covered with some rough cement.

There is some firewood burning in the stove, the stove is covered with smoke and the outside is smoldering, there are some black pots,

The pot was covered with a slightly uneven lid, and wisps of mist were rising from the pot.

The firewood stove goes over again,

After passing the yard next to the road, it is the house of this family.

There are only three houses, old tile-roofed houses.

The top is covered with black tiles, and the bottom is built with mud brick walls.

The door of the main room facing the courtyard is open,

In the main room, things were placed in a mess, and it was very quiet.

Apart from the elderly, there is no other person in this family.

Outside the house, under the eaves,

Through the eaves, some firewood is piled up on one side, and the firewood is stacked and tied.

One side is vacant, and there is a big plastic bag in that place at the moment,

You can see some yellow paper joss sticks in the bag, and beside the bag, there is a tool for making yellow paper money.

It's already evening,

The slanting sun in the west lengthened the shade in front of the house.

I don't know if it was intentional or accidental.

The old man was standing just outside the shade of the house, with the afterglow of the setting sun falling on his body, and also the light of the fire from the door of the firewood stove.

"...The young man is not from our village, is he?"

The old man laughed and asked again.

"Come from a little further away, pass by here."

Lian Ge simply responded.

The old man listened to Lian Ge's words, nodded, and then asked more questions,

"Young man, haven't you had dinner yet?"

Just smiling, the old man asked and said,

"Hey, when I was down just now, I ate a little too much. I was the only one in the room, and I couldn't eat that much. It's just that you are passing by, young man. If you don't mind, let's eat some together... Just right, young man You pass by..."

The old man smiled, and as he spoke, he seemed to feel that it was a bit strange for him to invite someone to dinner so directly. After he said something, he gradually stopped talking.

Just standing there, smiling flatteringly.

Lian Ge glanced at the old man, didn't answer directly, just caught some eyes,

Glancing behind the old man, the firewood stove was still burning.

The old man followed closely, turned around, followed Lian Ge's line of sight,

"...I also have a stove in my house, but that one doesn't work very well, so I built another one in the yard here..."

The old man explained first, then paused,

"... Hey, I'm actually the only one in my room. When I'm free, I just want to sit at the door and talk to passers-by... I just set up the stove in the yard. When cooking, there are passers-by People can also say a few words... But my house is at the end of the village, and on weekdays, except for going to the fields and returning from the fields, not many people pass by my house."

The old man smiled again and spoke aloud.

Even though Lian Ge didn't ask, he still explained,

Maybe just talking to myself.

"...The water is boiling. The noodles should be ready, young man, let me serve you a bowl too."

On the firewood stove, the noodle soup was churning in the pot, and the lid of the pot was lifted a little.

The old man said aloud, and hurried over again, reached out and lifted the lid of the pot, took the spoon in his hand, and stirred the noodle soup in the pot.

On the stove, there are several stacked bowls,

The old man stretched out his hand, picked up two bowls, took a spoon, filled two spoonfuls of noodle soup into the bowls, and picked up the noodles with chopsticks.

"...In the past, my wife and I had a son. Later, my wife passed away, and my son also died, and I was the only one left."

Without turning around, the old man raised his face, slowed down his movements, and continued his previous words again.

Pick out the noodles and put them in a bowl,

The old man stopped talking, turned his face, and turned around again.

"Young man, here, have a bowl of noodles."

Chapter 1028 The Stove in the Yard

"The old man is playing yellow paper money?"

Lian Ge looked at the bowl of noodles that the old man handed over, but didn't take it directly.

Turning his gaze away, he looked again under the eaves, on the ground, there were tools for making paper money, stacks of rough yellow paper in plastic bags.

"... Isn't it about the Ghost Festival? Prepare some yellow paper and burn it for the mother of the child and my son, so that they don't have money to spend."

Holding the bowl of noodles in his hand, the old man turned his eyes a little while listening to Lian Ge's words, and looked back at the yellow paper placed under the eaves.

Smiling, he answered aloud, and then paused,

"I've heard people say that it's the hand-stamped yellow paper that works. I'll do it myself. I'm free anyway. I'll do it for two days. Waiting for two days should be enough... Hey, this yellow paper that hasn't been printed Paper is cheaper to buy."

The old man said aloud, a little rough, smiling on his face full of ravines and wrinkles.

Turning his gaze back to look at the old man, Lian Ge paused his gaze,

"How long has the old man's son been dead?"

"Ten years."

The old man responded with a smile, then turned his gaze a little further, looking into the distance,

Some cloudy eyes, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun,

"Young man, here, let's have a bowl of noodles. Don't worry, I just bought these noodles yesterday. It won't spoil your stomach."

After a pause, the old man turned around again, picked up the bowl of noodles, and said to Lian Ge with a smile.

Listening to the old man's answer, Lian Ge looked at the bowl of noodles brought by the old man, paused,

On the shoulder, the little white mouse with its forelimbs was very greedy, but Lian Ge didn't agree, and it was just greedy.

"...Hey, young man, take it and eat it. I just thought, young man, you just pass by and can say a few words."

Seeing that Lian Ge didn't answer, the old man followed up and said something again, laughing.

"Then thank you, old man."

Hearing the old man's words, Lian Ge smiled and said thanks, took the bowl of noodles over,

"...No thanks, no thanks. Here, chopsticks. The seasonings are on the stove. I don't know your taste, young man. You can add it yourself. Do you want a stool? I'll get it for you."

Seeing Lian Ge take the noodle bowl, the old man smiled and said aloud, and quickly handed over the chopsticks, and went to help the stool again.

"No need, just stand like this."

Lian Ge took the chopsticks, shook his head, and said something again.

"...Eh. That's fine too."

The old man heard the sound, nodded, turned around,

He bent down a little, took the tongs and poked the fire that was still burning in the stove, and put out the fire with some plant ash.

He patted the ashes on his hands again, and picked up another bowl of noodles from the stove.

Holding the noodles, I picked some salt in the seasoning jar, picked the noodles with chopsticks,

Turned around a little more, walked towards the side of the road, avoiding the shade in the yard, and stood under the afterglow of the setting sun.

"The old man has always lived here alone?"

Without adding any seasoning, Lian Ge picked up the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks,

A mist overflowed from the bowl again, Lian Ge took a bite of the tasteless noodles, looked into the distance, and spoke aloud.

"Yeah, I live here alone."

The old man picked up the noodles, lowered his head, and ate.

Standing by the side of the yard next to the road, raised his head, looked into the distance, answered,

Then turned his head back, raised his head, looked at the setting sun behind the house,

"...the sun is about to set..."

The old man muttered something, then turned around, lowered his head, picked up the noodles, and ate.

While eating, the movement of the old man picking up the noodles and holding the chopsticks gradually slowed down.

He lowered the noodles he was holding, lowered the hand holding the chopsticks,

With the afterglow behind her behind her back, she raised her head, her eyes were a little cloudy, and she looked into the distance,

"...Sometimes, I don't know what to do with my life. My wife and children are dead, and I am the only one left alive."

The old man said again,

Lian Ge listened, picked up what was in his hand, and ate the plain noodles in the noodle bowl without making a sound.

"...But I thought, if I die too. During the holidays, no one burns paper for my wife and children... There is no paper money and incense to burn, how are they going to live down here... "

"...My son doesn't have any heirs. If I don't burn some paper for him, no one will burn it for him..."

"...I just thought about it, and endured it like this. Every time it's festivals and festivals, I will burn some paper for my wife and children. When I go down, they should also be reincarnated."

The old man said aloud, a smile appeared on his face full of wrinkles,

Then, he turned his head again and looked at Lian Ge,

"...Young man, it's been a long time since you said that my wife and children should also be reincarnated."

The old man looked at Lian Ge, paused, and asked aloud,

Lian Ge listened, glanced at the old man, paused, and did not answer.

"...Hey, it's fine if you haven't reincarnated yet. Maybe they can come back and take a look at the time like this July and a half."

The old man didn't seem to be prepared to hear Lian Ge's answer. He turned his head a bit, with a smile on his face, and looked into the distance, his eyes were cloudy, and he spoke again,

"I can't see them, but they can see me."

Laughing, the old man's eyes were cloudy.

Behind the old man, the setting sun sinks towards the horizon,

In the courtyard, the shade cast by the three houses seems to be chasing the old man standing by the courtyard under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Listening to the old man's words, and looking at the old man again,

Lian Ge didn't say a word, and turned his eyes a little further, looking into the distance, eating the bowl of plain noodles in the bowl.

……

"...Young man, sit down a little longer, it's getting dark, why don't you just stay in the house overnight."