老槐树还在，这是我今年回村看到的第一个景象。树皮裂开了好几道口子，像老人脸上的皱纹，但依然挺立在院子里，枝叶伸得老高，夏天的太阳照在上面，落下一地斑驳的影子。

我站在树下，手里还拎着个布包，里面是爷爷让我带的咸菜和花生米。村口进来，眯着眼还能看见几缕炊烟从屋顶上飘出来，不浓，但挺实在。这景象，让我想起小时候，每次从镇上回来，远远就能闻到家里飘来的饭菜香。

爷爷在门口迎我，花白的胡子在风中飘着，他背着手站在那儿，看样子已经等了好一会儿。我跑过去，他伸手揉了揉我的脑袋，"长这么大了啊。"声音有些沙哑，但挺温和。

"是啊，爷爷。您身子好着吧？"

"好着呢，就是老毛病，一到下雨天就疼。"爷爷指了指腰，"走，先回家吃饭。"

老屋还是老屋，木头的门框上刻着岁月的痕迹，我伸手摸上去，凉飕飕的。推开大门，一股子混合着泥土和柴火的气味扑面而来，家里乱糟糟的，但挺温馨。

"говорил сказал" grandpa, wiping his hands on his sleeve, "you're late. Your sister is already cooking."

I laughed. "Can't resist the temptation of grandma's cooking, huh?"

Grandfather smiled. "That's the spirit. Just make sure you don't overdo it."

We sat at the table. The food was simple, but damn good. Grandma's fried eggs, grandfather's tofu, and a big pot of rice. I ate heartily, not stopping until I was full.

After dinner, I helped clean up. While washing the dishes, I looked out the window at the sky. It was late afternoon, the sun was starting to set, casting a golden hue over the village.