When I walked out of the primitive tribe of the Shawa tribe, I suddenly remembered a scent of disappearing.

In my childhood, there were two places that I yearned for. One place was my home and the other was my uncle's home.

The taste of my house should be down-to-earth and a sense of belonging. The taste of my uncle's house is novel and exploration.

Let’s put down the taste of my house here and taste the taste of my uncle’s house in time and space again.

When talking about the direction of my uncle's house, I have to introduce the landforms there to you first, because I feel that the taste in time and space is inseparable from the landforms.

My family lives in a sinkhole, which should be the biggest pit I have ever seen when I was born. If someone thinks I am a cheating person, it may have a lot to do with the life experience I came out of the pit.

A huge pit land is formed in the mountains surrounded by all sides, and we are the pit owner. My uncle's family lives outside the pit, to be precise, the other side of the pit. What is superior to us is that their village has a wider vision than us. Such a special landform first affects the mobile phone signal. My uncle's mobile phone signal can be full, but my mobile phone is always in an embarrassing situation where it is temporarily unavailable.

At that time, there were two ways to visit my uncle's house.

One way is to start from our school and go directly to my uncle's house.

Another way is to start from my house and go to my uncle's house.

Although the paths are different, the destinations are all my uncle's house.

There are two ways to get to my uncle's house from the school. One way is to take my brother's bicycle and the other way is to walk from the mountain road.

But no matter which method, it is not easy.

If you get on my brother's bicycle, it will be a downhill road first, which can be regarded as a fairy road. Because my brother and I can quickly enjoy the loess landform along the way on the downhill road. When my brother is happy, he can also mop with both hands. I am frightened when I sit behind me.

After walking a relaxing five kilometers, the weighted Feige brand bicycle depends on the thrust of my brother and I. Because the next three kilometers were winding mountain roads...

The three-kilometer mountain road was not easy at all. I saw that my brother was already steaming, but he kept encouraging me to hold on and arrive soon.

In addition to fatigue, there was also shock on that mountain road.

Usually when we push and shov our bicycles until the last three kilometers, it was already very late and we could hardly see our fingers. At that time, we didn’t even have a decent flashlight, so we had to move forward in the dark.

In that quiet, remote, deserted mountain, with no villages and no shops in front of the villages and no shops in the back, if I hadn't been the brave brother, I wouldn't have dared to go home alone.

My brother seemed to have developed a good courage in such extremely difficult days. Even if there are ghosts, my brother can capture the ghost alive.

When my brother and I stepped forward silently, the owl's cry instantly made us lose our souls.

The bicycle almost fell to the ground. The brother looked around and said calmly: "Run!"

At this time, I felt my legs weak and I was unable to do so. However, thinking about the consequences, I had to speed up and follow the bumpy bicycle to run forward.

"Hurry up! We'll arrive from here! Hurry!" said the brother in the night.

I didn't dare to look back at the back because I always felt like someone was following me.

After climbing up a mountain and turning a corner, we can see our uncle's house. After seeing the village, we finally felt relaxed.

If you start walking from school, you usually climb up a large slope with your classmates with heavy schoolbags. There are still several kilometers of hillsides in front, and some hillsides have a very large slope.

At that time, we were in good physical strength and could hardly sweat after walking for a kilometer or two. We lined up in a long line of roads and walked towards the highest point of the mountain.

Sometimes on a whim, we will suddenly start a war of earth bumps and attack the classmates below the mountain with earth bumps. But we have no malice, and we deliberately throw earth bumps into places where no one is.

But there were also times when there was a child in the village who accidentally beat a man riding a motorcycle off the motorcycle and almost caused a big disaster.

Although the road is long, it feels quite interesting when we walk and talk.

It is almost ten kilometers from school to my uncle's house.

Half is uphill and half is downhill. It takes about two hours. The classmates in that village have to go back and forth twice a day. When they go out in the morning, the chickens thought it was too early and did not crow. When they go back in the evening, the chickens were already on the rack.

Although the road to school is so difficult, all the children in a village are all storms and rain.

On this mountain road I was walking, there was no sense of fear because there was a group of people walking.

Starting from my house, you must first climb up a steeper mountain road. The steep bones on that mountain road hurt.

When we walk this road, our mother usually takes us there.

My mother would prepare some things in advance. At that time, she was poor and had no valuable things. She was nothing more than her mother baking some oil pancakes for her grandfather and the others to bring.

It is a very novel thing that my uncle has electricity at home. My house was still a kerosene lamp at that time, and the illumination radius of the kerosene lamp is much smaller than that of the light bulb.

The nights at my uncle's house are naturally very bright. Grandma has to be busy in the kitchen for a while and make delicious leek boxes for us. The leek boxes made by grandma are particularly delicious, with a thin skin and a fragrant smell. After eating, I couldn't help but want to eat the second one.

"Grandma, the leek box you made is delicious!" I said to my grandma while eating.

Grandma kept watching us eat, but she didn't eat herself. She listened to my praise and smiled happily at me.

My brother’s bedroom is on the second floor. Our house is called “high house”. Like the small second floor we are talking about now, but it is all adobe.

It was very good at recording machines at that time. My brother owned a very domineering machine. He climbed up to the second floor along the pop songs. My brother was dismantling an old appliance in the room.

My brother tidied up the originally dilapidated room with great feeling. It should be a young man's pursuit of private space.

Listening to music, walking out of the room, you can see the mountains. You feel like you are looking at the small mountains. This feeling should be an infinite expectation for life.

Although I was young at that time, I knew how to stay with my grandparents. I spent most of my time at my uncle's house with two elderly people, and they were the most important taste of that family.

At that time, the TV series "Water Margin" was broadcast on CCTV. When the TV series started, it could be said that there were crowds of people. Everyone let go of their fatigue for the whole day and sat in front of the black and white TV to enjoy the excitement in another world.
Chapter completed!