Yellow plums are sweeter than green plums

Chapter 1

The thin rain in April fell from the sky intermittently, and I don't know how many times it is this spring.The air close to the skin is mixed with warm and cool touches, and the tips of the hair are slightly curled because of the wetness, and the condensed tiny water droplets meander and slide down from the ears, and the soft soil under the feet is mixed into the bearing capacity The extra moisture, when stepping in unexpectedly, turned into mud splashed on the trouser legs.

From the high-speed rail to the bus, and then took a short ride to the village of my childhood, the place is changing at an astonishing speed every year, and only this sense of humidity reminds me that this is still my hometown.Duan Qiuming, who seems to be a northerner, neglected that the regular customers here are rainwater before coming here, and the end result of not bringing an umbrella is that people and suitcases are soaked in moisture.

Of course, it’s not all a bad journey. There is some green plum aroma hidden in the air. You only need to raise your face and breathe slowly, you can catch one or two from the rain, and comfort your gradually tired mood along the way.When I arrived home, a sumptuous dinner had already been set on the table in the house. For my aunt's family and Duan Qiuming, Qingming was another New Year.

There was a clean change of clothes prepared in the room. After changing, he dried his hair with a towel and sat at the table. The aunt who hadn’t seen his nephew for a whole year was half complaining and half worried about Duan Qiuming’s recent situation. Uncle is a The silent person kept putting vegetables into Duan Qiuming's bowl with a simple smile on his lips.This long-lost feeling of home made Duan Qiuming's eyes a little sour, who had been living independently.The wall directly opposite is covered with awards, the yellowed ones are those he won many years ago, the newer ones belong to his younger sister who goes to school in the town, and the girl with a sweet smile in the family photo will probably have to wait until tomorrow for the holiday. return.

He is an orphan. His parents passed away in an accident when he could not remember anything. He grew up in his aunt's house since he was a child. When he was in the fourth grade of primary school, there was another younger sister in the family. Work vaguely feels redundant.He has been studying abroad since junior high school. He has always been the best among his peers. His independent personality makes him seldom come back even after graduation and work. He has long been used to living alone.

It's just that every year during the Qingming Festival, it is unshakable to go home.

It was late at night, lying on the bed that was already a bit shorter than myself, listening to the sound of the rain outside, the scent of green plums wafting from the small window above the head lingered in the tip of the nose, drowsy in the sound of long breathing go to sleep.The aroma of plums made him, who was never easy to get sad, dream of his childhood. At that time, he still loved to cry and laugh, and he had an inseparable partner.

It's just that little friend who always holds plums in his hand, with the corners of his mouth raised, gradually ran to a place that he couldn't catch up with...

On the day of Ching Ming Festival, my younger sister who was about to take the college entrance examination came back. Although she was a girl who was about to grow up, facing her tall and handsome brother, she still wanted to cling to him as she did when she was a child, hanging on his arm, and being a middle school teacher. My brother told me about interesting things that happened in school.After listening to it, I reluctantly went to the kitchen at the urging of my mother to help prepare the things to be brought to the grave.

After the family packed up, they took an umbrella and went to the tombstone of Duan Qiuming's parents on the edge of the village.There was an indelible solemnity in the air, which was even more desolate against the background of the pattering rain.It's not like he used to always throw himself in front of the tombstone and cry willfully as a child, now Duan Qiuming at this age is just calmly cleaning the layer of moss in front of the tomb to remove the messy weeds.Then put the green group and plum wine brought in front of him, and performed the sacrifice according to the custom.

It is not so much a miss, the parents who are vague in memory are more a kind of commemoration for Duan Qiuming now.

The family stayed here for most of the day, and the rain had stopped when they returned.Duan Qiuming, who was walking halfway, remembered the trance smile that appeared in his dream yesterday, and proposed to go to another place to see.The aunt knew where he was going, and gave him a small basket to carry with him and told him to come back early. After all, there was still a long way to go to where Xiao Tianer was.

The closed umbrella was hung on the basket at hand. Because Duan Qiuming was taller than the average person, the tip of the umbrella did not touch the ground, and the water droplets on the umbrella surface gathered at the tip and fell, sliding and falling on the muddy road.Due to the usual intensity of exercise, his footsteps were steady and powerful, and when he was about to reach his destination, the sweet green plum fragrance had already faintly hit from the end of the road.