老屋灯火温暖的记忆走合作社插互助组那年,父亲七兄弟分了家。秋头子,父亲把家搬到东头姥姥家的西下屋。第二年开春儿,在西头后街选房场、拉房框、叉房墙,草草盖起两间土平房。西头后街没几户人家,紧挨紧地住着。天刚擦黑儿,家家紧闭房门,大人领着孩子猫在屋里不敢出来,怕狼。有一年冬天的一个晚上,父亲去生产队粉房漏粉,母亲领着我们在家,黑灯瞎火地挤在土炕上不敢出声,生怕把狼招来。越怕越有事,隐隐约约听到屋外门口有动静,房前来了个东 Warm memories of the old house to go walking cooperatives Mutual aid group that year, his father’s seven brothers divided home. Akiko, father moved home to the east home grandmother’s house. The second year in spring, in the west backstreet election room, pull the box, fork wall, covered with grass and two earth bungalows. West Backstreet did not have a few families, live in close tight. Days just rub the black children, every family closed the door, adults lead the children in the house did not dare to come out, afraid of the wolf. One night a year winter, my father went to the production team pink room powder, the mother led us at home, black light blindly crowded in Tukang did not dare to speak out for fear of the wolf attracted. The more afraid of the more things, vaguely heard the movement outside the house, the room came east