Fifty-third bowl of soup (1)

Early in the morning, shortly after the thin mist in the air dissipated, Xie Ze stood at the door of his mud house with a simple suitcase on his back. He hasn't been back for a long time. It should be... five or six years. He hasn't been back since he came into this world. Now that he finally got free, he wanted to come back and have a look. After all, for the host, this is only here. It's his home.

While Xie Ze was observing whether the roof was rotten, a question suddenly came from behind: "...is it Xie San?"

Hearing the sound, Xie Ze turned his head, quickly found the face in his heart to align with the name of the other party, and nodded: "Aunt Wang, it's me."

"Are you back?!" Aunt Wang asked incredulously. "It's been so many years, and we thought you were already--but it's good to come back, just come back."

She looked at Xie Ze now in amazement, and she was totally different from five years ago. Five years ago, Xie Ze was thin and dark. He didn't have any strength. In his early years, his parents died and stopped studying, and he was not good at farming by himself. In short, he was a very useless existence. Few in the village could look down upon him. But now this Xie Ze is tall and straight, and his skin is healthy and bronzed. The most important thing is that his temperament is completely different from before, otherwise he would be easier to recognize if he only looks at his face.

Xie Ze smiled at Aunt Wang: "I'm back."

"Then...I'm back here, do you want to leave?" Aunt Wang asked curiously. Seeing that Xie Ze didn't mean to answer, and seeing that he was wearing only ordinary clothes, and the suitcase on his back was also thin and small. He cleared his throat embarrassedly, feeling that he was asking too much. In case people don't mix well, isn't it hurtful? He said quickly: "Quickly, go in and rest. Your house hasn't been occupied for five years. It has been cleaned for a while. Auntie will go back and call Uncle Wang to help."

"Don't bother." Xie Ze declined her kindness. "I can do it myself."

After taking a step forward, the wooden door was already mottled and the locks were all rusted. When I left, I took the key, but I didn't know where I lost it. Xie Ze stretched out his hand at random, then tore off the brass lock, smiled at the dumb Aunt Wang, and stepped into the yard.

Although the house is a mud house, although the yard is tattered and nothing, although the whole house emits a musty smell... But it doesn't matter, he won't live here long anyway.

The keys to the door are gone, let alone the other rooms. Xie Ze rudely tore off all the locks, and then when he arrived in the house, the doors and windows opened to let out the smell. Fortunately, the weather was good. Five years ago, Xie Ze was extremely poor. There were not many things in the house. When he left, he took all the valuables with him. He took out the table, bed, and bench, and cleaned it with water first. After a while, it was exposed to the sun. The old clothes can no longer be worn. Xie Ze cleaned up and threw away all the rubbish.

Of course, he had to wash pots and pans, and he was hungry after working for a while, but it was a pity that there was nothing to eat at home.

Uncle Wang came back from the ground and heard his wife say that Xie San next door was back. He came to have a look and warmly invited Xie Ze to eat at their home at noon, but Xie Ze refused.

He is not a host, he never knows what rejection is, and he is more pleased with the kindness of others. He doesn't need anyone to enter his life, besides, cannibalism, he doesn't want to accept anyone's affection.

Seeing Xie Ze's refusal, Uncle Wang didn't force him. He patted him on the shoulder and said that although he hasn't seen him for many years, his personality has become a lot more angular. This is a good thing.

In the afternoon, Uncle Wang came to Xie Ze's house with a shovel hoe, and he insisted on helping Xie Ze **** the ground. In the yard, the vegetables grown when Xie Ze left rotted prematurely, so I turned over the ground, even if I didn't grow anything, it looked cleaner.

Just like that, Xie Ze could do it all by himself in a quarter of an hour. He also saw that Uncle Wang didn't make a special trip to help him turn the floor, so he waited calmly for the other party to speak, anyway, he wouldn't speak first.

Not long after, Uncle Wang finally couldn't hold back: "Xie San, where have you been in the past five years?"

"Go north and south, go everywhere."

Uncle Wang nodded and didn't ask anything else. The people in the village basically knew that Xie San had come back, and they all knew that Xie San hadn't mixed up personally, so he returned to the village and returned to his roots. Everyone doesn't say anything on the surface, but they are quite embarrassed in their hearts, so if you say that you should plant the land, then plant the land for a lifetime.

After turning over, Xie Ze wanted to enter the mountain. He didn't have much money on his body. When he came back, he didn't bring anything except the thin bag. He came back lightly and simply. It's not as good as when he left. There are still hundreds of money.

He doesn't get close to anyone, even the royal family who released kindness to him. In fact, he doesn't know why the host still wants to return to this village in his heart. What's the point? Here he has no relatives, no friends, only a group of ignorant villagers.

In early spring, when there was a lot of game in the mountains, Xie Ze hit a wild boar. Just after the winter, the wild boar was not fat, but the money sold was enough for Xie Ze to live for a few days.

Five years ago, Xie Ze didn't have such skills. He could only make a living by writing for people and set up a stall in the town. He didn't make much money, but he barely made a living. Fortunately, he was young, and although he was not strong enough, he was in good health. He had no other expenses besides clothing, food, housing and transportation.

After changing the money, Xie Ze bought some rice noodles and vegetables. Basically, he bought some things that he needed. Few people I knew before can recognize him because his temperament is very different from before, although it is still The same height, but the strong muscles are not easy to provoke. It is a world of difference from the weak chicken five years ago.

An old man selling roasted sweet potatoes thought he was familiar. Xie Ze set up a stall next to him before. The old man was very kind and could talk to Xie Ze. Xie Ze never charged him for writing.

But the old man didn't dare to recognize it, Xie Ze glanced at him lightly, stood still in front of him, and asked, "I want to buy some sweet potatoes."

The old man wouldn’t go home until his sweet potatoes sold out every day, but now it’s the beginning of spring, and the summer is coming soon, then the roasted sweet potato business will not go on. He has to save more money while selling it now. A few months later. Wait until the weather is cold, then turn the stove on again.

Seeing the business, the old man didn't want this person to look so familiar, so he quickly asked Xie Ze for a few. Xie Ze said lightly: "Give it to me."

The old man was stunned: "Buy so much...what are you doing?"

"Go back and dry it." Xie Ze said, taking out the bank loan. He helped the old man take out all the sweet potatoes and put them in place, and then gave all the money in the silver bag to the other party.

Anyway, he is young and strong, so he can go hunting in the mountains when he has no money.

The old man stood on the spot and opened the silver bag with a shock. There was enough money to buy so many sweet potatoes. He wanted to catch up, but Xie Ze sank into the crowd in a few steps and was nowhere to be seen.

When I returned home with the things I bought, the sun was already down. Walking on the dirt road and looking from a distance, the whole village was shrouded in a layer of smoke. From time to time, there were a few dog barking, and the family lights up the lights to cook dinner. The children were laughing and playing around in the village, while the elderly and men chatted in groups.

Xie Ze is undoubtedly strange and redundant. He is incompatible with the entire village-whether it is five years ago or now.

He walked forward without squinting, he could even hear the people talking about him. He just ran out and mixed up for so many years and returned to nothing. In the end, he had to root in the village, even a daughter-in-law at such an age. Can't marry so much.

The men seemed to have a natural sense of superiority in front of Xie Ze. No matter how tall and strong Xie Ze is now, he could not marry a daughter-in-law, that would be impatience. After five years of going out and coming back, there is still nothing, even the land at home is deserted. Isn't that enough for people to laugh at?

This unconscious malevolence is the most terrible, because people often don't realize how excessive their thoughts are. Xie Ze ignored everyone, carrying his things all the way home.

First I lighted the oil lamp, and washed the bed and table during the day. Now there is no musty smell. The quilt at home has long been unable to cover, Xie Ze intends to wash it tomorrow, and sleep in his clothes tonight. Fortunately, it is not cold.

The old man's sweet potatoes were still hot, which made Xie Ze, who was planning to cook some porridge, gave up his idea, sat on the threshold and ate a few sweet potatoes, and looked up at the sky. He didn't get any skills in the previous two worlds, so the little boy will additionally help him complete the task. At this moment, the moon was round and big, as bright as water, and the trees planted in the yard had not yet died, but had already spit out young shoots. Xie Ze closed his eyes, waved off the face that always appeared in his mind, got up to the yard, poured a bucket of cold water from his head, and let out a long breath.

Don't think about anything.

It's not too early. He plans to visit the ground tomorrow morning. In any case, he has to take care of the things that belong to the host. As for the other things, he can talk about it in the future.

But he still couldn't fall asleep while lying on the bed, with his eyes open looking at the dark room. Over the years, he could not help but reach out and fumble for the location beside him, but it was always empty. He felt that he had not fallen in love with anyone, but if this was a habit, it would have been maintained for too long.

In the middle of the night, hunger and miss can only be endured.

However, Xie Ze then thought about it, how can she lead such a hard life with her by her side? Even if she didn't care, he, as a husband and a man, would never let his daughter live this way.

Just thinking about it, I didn't know when, but I fell asleep in a daze.