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Chapter 393 The smell of smoke

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    I originally thought about going back to my hometown on Saturday, but after returning home, I suddenly felt a strong desire to return home to the place where I was born and raised. I want to leave now!

    Sometimes we have an impulse in our hearts that urges us to do things we wouldn¡¯t normally do.

    I asked my daughter: "Xiaoman, let's go home at night and give grandma a surprise, okay?"

    The daughter blinked her eyes: "Dad, when you go home at night, you will definitely see many stars in the sky."

    ¡°There must be stars.¡±

    "Dad, I'm going to pack the clothes right now!" The daughter happily ran to the room to pack.

    Yes, I have tried to go back to my hometown at night before. Along the way, I escaped from the steel jungle to the countryside. Along with the mixed smell of cow dung and grass, the stars in the sky became brighter and brighter. This is a scene that cannot be seen in the city.

    Driving all the way, the beautiful night scene made my daughter very excited. She should have fallen asleep at this time, but now she was so happy that she couldn't stop talking.

    I drove to the door of my hometown and it was dark.

    We in rural areas go to bed very early. For many city people, 11 or 12 pm is the beginning of nightlife, but for us rural people, we have already fallen asleep.

    ¡°Dad, it¡¯s so dark,¡± my daughter told me in a low voice.

    Under the backdrop of the dark night, our behavior became cautious, for fear of waking up the darkness.

    "Xiaoman, you hold the flashlight for me while I hold my luggage." I turned on the light of my mobile phone and handed it to my daughter. Using the light path she illuminated, I carried my luggage and walked to the door of my house.

    Looking at the broken and rusty window sill on the first floor, I thought of my late father again.  This window was intact many years ago, when I was very young.  One time, my father was drunk and for some unknown reason suddenly got angry and smashed the window with his fists. He was also sent to the hospital for severe bleeding and needed several stitches.

    From then on, whenever my father was an alcoholic, my mother would talk about this old incident angrily.

    Later, my sister and I grew up and started a family. Occasionally we would forget to bring our keys when we went out, so my father stuffed the house keys into the crack of the rusty and worn window sill. The crack was so secret that even our own family had to fumble around.  A little while.

    Thinking of this, I went to the window sill and fumbled around, and found out an old, rusty key.

    This key waiting for us to go home is always lying here quietly.

    I told my daughter about this and told her that if she forgets her keys when she goes home in the future, she can get them from here.

    "Remember, this is our family's secret. No one else knows about it. Don't tell outsiders."

    The daughter¡¯s face revealed the joy of discovering the treasure. A small key is indeed a treasure to her, a child.

    She nodded to me seriously and said, "Don't worry, Dad, I will definitely keep it a secret and won't tell anyone."

    I smiled and touched my daughter¡¯s head, put the old key back in its place, took out my own key and opened the door.

    I opened the door with a click, and the room was dark.

    "Xiaoman, go and turn on the light."

    I put my luggage on the ground and my daughter had already turned on the lights in the room.

    At this time, I saw my mother walking out of the dark room, with a look of shock on her face and patting her chest.

    "Mom, I'm back."

    "It scared me to death. When I heard the sound of opening the door, I lay on the bed and didn't dare to move. I thought my house was being robbed. I didn't dare to come out until I heard your voice." My mother said to me with some reproach.

    "Why did you come back in the middle of the night?"

    "I think the weather is pretty good tonight, so I'm going to take Xiaoman to have some fresh air. I'll go back early or late, so why not go earlier. Mom, please go back to sleep and leave us alone." I accidentally woke my mother up, and I quickly called her to continue.  sleep.

    My mother¡¯s sleep is very light, and she usually doesn¡¯t fall asleep easily when she wakes up.

    "Xiao Man is sleepy, I'll make a bed for you to go to bed early." The mother touched Xiao Man's head and looked at her grandson lovingly.

    The daughter nodded obediently and said, "Grandma, I can lay the paving myself. You can continue to sleep."

    "You're such a sensible kid. Just sit down and let me do these things." The mother walked into the room where my sister used to live and tidied it up.

    "I didn't know you were coming back at night and wanted to sort it out tomorrow morning. I wish you had told me earlier."

    "I didn't know I was going back to my hometown tonight. I just suddenly wanted to come back, and then I set off." I said with a smile.

      After making the bed, my daughter slept in my sister¡¯s old room, my mother slept in her room, and I slept in my father¡¯s room.  Many years ago, my parents slept in separate rooms because my father always liked to get up in the middle of the night to smoke a few puffs of cigarettes, and my mother couldn't stand the pungent smell.

    After my father passed away, the sheets and bedding in his room were cleaned by my mother. The hookah and tobacco pipes leaning against the wall were also cleaned by my mother. The whole house exuded a residual smell after being exposed to the sun.

    The room was clean, but I felt unfamiliar. I lost the familiar feeling in this space.  I lit a cigarette and tried to regain my father's company.  Cigarettes, which usually make me forget my worries, now make me feel extremely bitter.

    I walked to the wall and picked up my father's hookah that had been used for many years. There was still half a bag of cut tobacco on the table. I stuffed the cut tobacco into the cigarette holder, filled the pipe with water, lit the cut tobacco, and the choking smell hit me.  Come.

    The moment I smelled this smell, my tears couldn't help but flow down.

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    I didn¡¯t sleep well at night. I dreamed that my father was drunk again, going crazy on the street and quarreling and fighting with others. In my dream, I hated my drunk father.  But when I woke up and looked at the empty room, I desperately wanted to go back to my dream.

    No matter how the times change, the sun still rises. I got up from the bed, glanced at the time and it was already half past seven, and prepared to go to the kitchen to cook some breakfast.

    I walked out of the room, and my mother just brought out a pot of cooked porridge.

    "Are you up? Just in time to have breakfast."

    ¡°Mom, you¡¯re so early, why don¡¯t you sleep a little longer?¡± I asked my mother, she went to bed very late at night and got up so early to make breakfast.

    My mother put down the rag carrying the pot and said to me: "I'm old and don't need to sleep so much. A little sleep is enough."

    "Would you like to ask Xiaoman to get up and have breakfast? It's the time when children are growing, so how can they not have breakfast?"

    I smiled and said, "Let her continue to sleep. Children nowadays are under a lot of pressure to study. It's rare to have two days to rest. It's okay to have breakfast later."

    "There are some pickles on the table. You can get them and eat them yourself. I'm going to feed the chickens and ducks." Mother was busy preparing to go out.

    I called out to her: "Mom, I also want to ask Dad about the cemetery. What happened to that cemetery?"

    Actually, I came back today mainly because of this matter. My mother told me on the phone before that there seemed to be some dispute over the land, so I came back specifically.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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