The owner of the old house is surnamed Bai. The white family was born in a poor peasant, and this old house came when fighting local tyrants.
The White House has two sons. The eldest son has ink in his stomach and works in a public institution.
What makes the second son proud is that the eldest brother struggled well and became the vice captain of the criminal police team in the public security bureau. Eldest brother quickly moved out of the old house and built a new one himself.
The second son has no education. Just after the reform and opening up, he opened a hotel in his yard and used an old house to the fullest.
I went to Shanxi on business from Shandong, stayed at the Parknshop Raul Hotel, and walked into this hutong.
Boss Bai lives in a new yard deep in the alley, full of ambition, hoping to find a good wife. It was introduced that a female educated youth in Tianjin married him.
This is the season when apricot trees are full of attractive fruits. The educated youth is tall and fat, and has become a mother.
It is a son.
The old white house looked at the teapot mouth happily, and all the guests laughed from ear to ear.
Xinger, there are trees everywhere, which look like people's excited faces. The old White House spent a lot of money, and Xinger, who is full of trees, invited guests, which is no longer income.
To say that this apricot tree is really the treasure of the White House. When the house was originally divided, the apricot tree at the entrance of the village was also given to his family, indicating that the White House has always been an anti-Japanese hero. The hero's grandfather left this memorable tree for boss Bai.
Apricot trees are flourishing this year, but there are not many fruits. However, when Boss Bai became the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, his income did not depend on this tree.
Life is comfortable, and boss Bai's stomach becomes a watermelon comfortably. With a beer belly, boss Bai walks back and forth every day, all by car.
When Mrs. Bai gave birth to her son that year, she quit her job and took care of the children wholeheartedly. In this yard, because a child came to beg Xinger for dinner, there was a little more joy and noise.
One day, the apricot trees were barren, and Boss Bai's son got bone cancer. Mrs. Bai's habit of eulogizing her son with long poems is gone. She runs back and forth to the hospital every day, and her family's economy is even more tense.
In just half a year, the child as tall as his mother died. At that time, family planning had operated on Mrs. Bai, just like this old apricot tree, and it was impossible to bear fruit.
Without children, this Tianjin woman is a little more worried.
She leans under the apricot tree all day, holding the child's clothes or simply making insoles for the child.
She stuck lice and eggs on a small cloth by threading a needle. Bright needles sometimes rise into the air and sometimes go through the hair.
Apricot trees at dusk, in the whisper of homing pigeons, look older and older.
A lock of Mrs. Bai's hair slipped from the Baotou towel and was gray. Such lonely days lasted for several years or even longer. Mrs. Bai was hungry, so she cried for something to eat. When you are tired, go to bed. There is no day or night here, only a person and a tree.
People looked at the tree alone, and the tree stood like a broken umbrella in this lonely yard.
Boss Bai has lost his son and figure. Listening to the gossip outside, he has mixed up with a beautiful lady and started a new life.
Mrs. Bai went to the public security bureau to find it. In order to take care of this foreigner who once supported the local economic construction, the leader gave her boss Bai's salary slip.
With money, Mrs. Bai doesn't worry about three meals a day, watching the apricot trees in a daze and looking at the empty yard. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry, sometimes I call my son's name, and sometimes I stand at the door waiting for the children to come home from school.
The children stopped coming to her house because there was no Xinger.
Mrs. Bai's eyes are getting worse and worse. She always sees the wrong person, often holding a boy's hand and calling her son's real name.
Those children were arrested and embarrassed to say. They just giggled. These children used to eat Xinger in the White House and play with the boys in the White House. Now it's a man's voice.
The local children like Mrs. Bai's gossip and Mrs. Bai's Tianjin candy, but they just look at it strangely. The sweetness of the candy passed, and Mrs. Bai touched it enough and jumped away like a grasshopper.
Mrs. Bai went back to the yard and sat in the dark without lighting a lamp. Leaning against the apricot tree, looking at the stars in the sky, talking to myself.
That year, she took her son back to her hometown in Tianjin, and her elderly parents and other distant relatives burst into tears, saying that you are a silly child, signing up for such a far place, and that you support the construction of the old district. Alas, I don't know how many times I will meet again!
After that, she didn't see her relatives several times. Relatives have all gone to that world.
She's thinking, she's coming.
At dusk, boss Bai got as drunk as a fiddler and came home like a stray dog. Mrs. White asked, "Who are you?" White boss grumpily replied, isn't your old man's house? Mrs. Bai said simply that my son and husband are dead and I am dying.
White boss a butt sitting on the ground, looking at the lady vomit a cold air.
This apricot tree was put up to repair this yard, so this apricot tree was not always in this yard. Once the apricot tree stopped producing Xinger, it was a thorn in the side for some time, but now it seems to be the companion of this cold night.
The yard is too big, and the boss sighed in vain. This is the best one in this alley.
In this way, boss Bai no longer goes out, and every day he and his wife lean under that tree to bask in the sun and count the stars.
In this way, two people helped each other, deep in the alley.
That year, apricot trees were finally tortured to death by moths, and the yard was more empty.