Eleven

The three new quilts inside and outside are softly wrapped and picked up. Picked up and drilled in the quilt, so comfortable that I felt weak and a little unreal. Tossing and turning, I don't know how to be comfortable, but I can't sleep well.

The moonlight shone through the half-blocked window and fell on the aunt's bed. My aunt was covered with an old quilt, thin as paper and hard as paper.

My aunt really hurts herself, and I think about it. There will be no more people in this world who love themselves like my aunt. You can't be like this with a daughter-in-law, you can't be like this with a mother, and you can't be like this with a sister. He didn't know what the pain of his mother, daughter-in-law, and sisters was, he only felt that his aunt's pain was the best and best in the world.

It was the quilt laid by the aunt, with a layer under the body, a layer on the body, and a fold on the heel, tightly wrapping the foot. As soon as the feet are warm, the whole body is warm, as the saying goes: "The cold comes from the soles of the feet." "It's been a long time since my feet have been so warm. However, this warmth is not the same as that warmth. I think of the warm valley. The soft warmth that enveloped his feet very specially.

The moonlight moved to the aunt's face, which had plumped up in the past two years, but the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were very dense.

The aunt seemed to tremble slightly, and quickly closed her eyes, and when he opened her eyes again, the aunt had already turned around and was facing inward. The moonlight moved to her, sinking and bulging.

A few days later, one day, the aunt said to Shi: "Shilai, you will be eighteen for the New Year!"

"Uh-huh!" replied stiffly. As soon as the morning dawned, all the tenderness in his night receded like a tide, and he didn't know where he had receded, and he couldn't find it.

"It's time to talk about the daughter-in-law. She paused.

I didn't say anything, and my heart was beating.

"The second grandmother has a daughter in Gaozhuang, her mother's family, who is one year older than you. Everything is good, but when you are young, you have a scar on your face. She paused again.

I didn't say anything, my heart was beating fiercely, and I couldn't breathe.

"She doesn't think our family is poor, and she is willing to live with you. If you want, you can go to Gaozhuang tomorrow. I asked the two sons of the Feng family to go into the city and bring two catties of fruit. She stopped. She heard the panting sound of a pick-up, like a cow.

I only heard a "bang", and the bowl shattered. He got up and ran, brought down the board, brought down the bench, the pickle plate fell, and the stinky beans were scattered all over the ground.

The aunt looked at the bowl of slag in a daze. A chicken comes in, pecking at stinky beans. peck, and drop, peck, and drop.

I picked up and went out for a day, and I didn't come back until midnight, and the three stars were all west. The aunt sat on the edge of the bed, didn't sleep, and waited for him.

As soon as he entered, he pulled back the covers, covered his head, and fell asleep.

"Pick it up. "My aunt called him.

He didn't move.

"Pick it up," the aunt said word by word with her face to the window, "I'll buy you a pair of merchants, you can go!"

He didn't move.

"You're an adult, go over by yourself. I can't support you for the rest of my life, and you can't keep me for the rest of my life. ”

He didn't move, he just felt cold from head to toe, like falling into an ice cave.

On a windy and warm morning, I picked up a pair of merchants and went on the road. Before going on the road, the aunt found a merchant drum out of nowhere, she wiped the drum surface with her hand, and shook it gently, "Ding Dong", the merchant drum sounded, and the sound was crisp. She looked at the drum, then at the pickup, opened her mouth, wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything, and then handed the drum to the picker. I picked it up and took the drum and looked at it, and I remembered in a trance that I had played it as a child, and I was slapped in the ear for playing. This is the first time he has been slapped in the ear since he was a child, and he remembers it once. He casually inserted the merchant's drum into the shelf and walked straight away without looking back. The merchant's pick swayed on his broad shoulders, and the merchant's drum sounded crisply:

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

The aunt listened to the sound of the drum step by step, and her tears flowed down.

twelve

A few days ago, I heard that a writer from the county was going to come here to cover the water control.

In the past few days, I heard that the writer will arrive in the future, and the accommodation has been arranged, and the county is a trick.

Bao Renwen was going to meet the writer. A few days earlier, I picked up the articles he had written over the years, read them a few times, and changed them a few times. In the past few days, I copied it again, stacked it neatly together, pasted a slippery painted newspaper with his mother's pasted shoe backrest, and made a hardcover cover, on which I wrote two three-dimensional art words with an ink pen - works. In the middle of the night, he only squinted for a short time, and then it was dawn. He got up, washed his face, brushed his teeth, combed his hair with some water dipped in his mother's broken comb, put on his blue khaki student uniform, and set off with his "work" in his pocket.

His mother drove him half a mile of land, and asked him to carry half a basket of eggs and sell them on the street. He pretended not to hear and strode out of Zhuangzi.

The sun was nice and warmed the wind. It hasn't rained for more than half a month, and the floating soil on the road is half a foot deep. The cart passed, the flat car passed, the bicycle passed, the people walked over, kicked up the floating soil, raised it for a long time, and shaded the sun.

Feeling hot, he walked along the well of Dafang's house, begged for half a scoop of water from an old man carrying water, and then hurried on.

The road winds forward, there is no end in sight, and it is rare to meet individuals. In the distance, I saw a small black dot. Walking and walking, gradually getting bigger, bigger, bigger, showing human form, distinguishing men and women, recognizing eyebrows. When I arrived, I passed, and there was only a white road ahead, winding into the invisible distance. The sun is overhead, stepping on its own shadow.

He felt sleepy, as if he had fallen asleep. The cover of the "work" was slippery and slippery, and he hugged it and walked forward.

It's his treasure, his heart, all his everything, all his everything. How many nights did he stay up for it, how much lamp oil he boiled. He was extremely tired, sleepy, and difficult, and he couldn't write a word, but he had to keep writing and writing. At this point, he will be confused:

"Why is it so bitter? What is the result?" and then he will suddenly pause, and his heart will be filled with empty emotions. This mood was the most intense, and he actually tore up a novel that he had not finished in nine nights. However, when the fury had passed, he looked at the scraps of paper on the ground and cried lonely. At this time, he especially wanted to lean on something, warm up, and comfort his broken and lonely heart. He felt that he was very bitter, very bitter. He curled up, snuggled up to himself, slowly calmed down, spread out a piece of paper again, and picked up the pen. Other than that, he didn't understand what else could comfort and lean on him. Only by writing like this can he hope for something, and delusionally think about something.

The road, which stretches endlessly, is a silent road. He felt thirsty again, but he could never come across a well again.

The sun was just past noon, and he walked on the land of Liu Zhuang, and the county seat was in front of him. Someone walked back with an empty pick, coming down from the street.

It's quiet in town. In the middle of the street, chicken bones and fish bones, a girl with a dirty apron, were sweeping out, attracting two dogs. There was only one master in the shaving shop who leaned back on the shaving chair and snored. A pig swaggered out of the department store.

He walked past the post office and into the guest house. He suddenly felt a little nervous in his heart. He tried his best to recall the most satisfying and exciting passages and sentences in his "work", and wanted to add a little confidence and courage to himself. However, I couldn't remember that all the chapters and sentences that I had racked my brains to write down disappeared without a trace. He found that the value of his past half of his life, and the value of the future half of his life, was about to be decided. He was so weak that he almost turned around and walked away.

The old man in the communication room was napping, saliva running down his clothes. A woman weaves wool with her head down. Nobody paid any attention to him.

"Big sister. He hesitated, but called anyway.

"Big Sister" frowned and raised her face, looking impatient.

"Sister, is there a writer living here?"

"I don't know what 'sitting' or 'standing' at home!" she replied.

"It's from outside, writing articles and books. ”

"What's your name?"

"I don't know. ”

"Male or female?"

"I don't know. ”

She lowered her head and continued knitting, ignoring him.

He called "big sister" earnestly again, but there was no response. I had no choice but to give up. He stood at the door of the guest house, thought for a while, turned around and walked towards the county party committee. He had an old classmate from middle school who was typing in the propaganda department of the county party committee.

found the old classmate very smoothly, and she still recognized him. And when he asked her about the writer, she was at a loss for a while, and then she remembered to take him to a section chief Wang to inquire. Section Chief Wang frowned, raised his hand, shook his wrist, and shook his sleeve down, revealing the shiny tank chain strap, and then went to stroke the shiny parted head:

"I've heard of such a thing, it's not clear, it's not clear, I've heard it. ”

"You go and ask Section Chief Zhang!" the old classmate tugged at his sleeve slightly coquettishly.

It turned out that this section chief Wang was just an officer, and the "section chief" was just a call to listen. When Section Chief Zhang was found, the truth was revealed. There was such a thing, I used to be a writer. But then he didn't come. Maybe it's because the water control here is not typical enough, and I can't come here in a twist and turn. So, he didn't come.

Bao Renwen walked lonely on the street, not knowing whether to be happy or sad, but as if he had put down a stone, feeling light and empty. He walked slowly, feeling hungry, and had a roll of pancakes with green onions in his pocket, which he planned to eat when he went out of town. Walking past the post office, he stood in front of the newspaper column and read the newspaper for a while. He noticed that there was a table of contents in the lower corner of a newspaper, which was the catalog of a literary and artistic publication in the province. Why don't you give it a try?" he thought. I couldn't help but get excited, the blood rushed upward, and my face flushed. He calmed down for a moment, and made a note of the publication's address. Then, walk into the post office, sit down in the corner, and flip through his "works".

He put the "work" under the edge of the table and looked at it, so that no one could see it. There was no one at the post office, just an old man, sewing a package. The old man looked like a gentleman, with a well-mannered appearance, wearing a pair of yellow-framed glasses, and clumsily holding a large tube of needles, stitch by stitch to close the package. The package was sent to Qinghai - Bao Renwen peeked at it.

Bao Renwen picked a novel, then a prose, thought about it, picked another novel, and rolled it together.

The man at the counter asked him, "What is it?"

"Script. He hesitated, blushing.

"What?" the man didn't understand.

"Script. He said, his face turned white again, as if he were doing a very shady deed.

The man threw the manuscript onto the scales, passed the scales, and then picked it up again and threw it into a large basket. Bao Renwen looked at it in his eyes, and he was distressed. It's as if the child I raised with my own hands is going to travel far away.

Coming out of the post office, he was quiet in his heart. The sun had set, shining yellow on the earthen walls by the roadside. Someone entered the restaurant, and there was the sound of fist fighting. Pig, humming. A jovial tune was playing on the radio.

He counted the distance of the manuscript and when he would be able to reach the provincial capital. From this moment on, he was waiting. He had a reason to wait, something to hope for.

He felt very happy, and couldn't help but hum along with the radio, but he didn't close the tone, and hummed badly, so he quickly stopped his mouth.

The sunset shifted in the sky behind him. He couldn't see the sunset, only the brilliant light.

A baker's dozen

In front of my aunt's ear, there was always a merchant drum ringing:

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

fourteen

The sun went down to the edge of the ground, and the children who cut the pigs and vegetables went home. Xiaocui and culture came late, and the grass basket was almost full.

"Wenzi, what are you busy with at school, in the morning, during the day?" asked Xiao Cuizi.

"Class. Language, Arithmetic, Geography, History, Natural ...... Just learn. Culture told her.

"What are you learning? I see you don't understand anything, you can't hook the bucket when it falls into the well, and how stupid it is to cut pigs and vegetables!" Xiao Cuizi laughed at culture. Only in the lake, in front of Wenzi, did she dare to go wild.

"Hmph, I understand, you don't understand, there are many!" Wenhuazi was not convinced, he scored two points in school, and only in front of Xiaocui could he show off.

"Tell me about it!" Xiao Cui squinted at him.

"You know, where do people come from?" asked Culture.

Xiao Cui snorted and laughed: "It's born in my mother's womb! That's what I learned in school? It's just slippery. ”

Wenhua smiled slightly, didn't argue with her, and continued to ask in depth: "Where did my mother come from? You would say that my mother was born in the belly of my grandmother." Where did Grandma come from? Where did Grandma's Grandma come from?"

Xiao Cui was really asked, her eyes flashed, and she stopped squeaking.

"Let me tell you, people are monkeys. Culture lowered his voice and said in an extremely mysterious voice.

Xiao Cui exclaimed softly.

"Look, monkeys and humans, don't they?"

"So, what did the monkey change?" asked Xiao Cui in a daze.

"Monkeys, it's fish that have changed. Culture hesitated, but finally said it with certainty.

"Why did the fish change?" Xiao Cui was very confused, the fish and the human were not at all like each other.

"You know, on this earth?"

"What ball?"

Culture felt that it was very difficult to talk to Xiaocui, so he realized the necessity of enlightenment education: "This is the place where we live. Culture stomped on the ground with his feet and stretched out his arms to draw a circle.

Xiao Cui turned her head to look around, and the earth was shrouded in the vast twilight.

"On this earth, the first, the earliest, the earliest, the earliest, there is nothing but water, only water. ”

"Oh!" Xiao Cui raised her eyes and looked at the gradually darkening sky, with a sense of gravity.

"Only water, only water. ”

"It's not like when it's flooded. Xiao Cui said softly.

"Where do you have water?" asked Wenhua.

"It's almost every year. When I was a child, when I was just one year old, I had a lot of trouble. I heard my mother say that there is no sky and no land, only water. ”

"Can you remember?"

"I remember...... There is a long worm. Xiao Cui said in a daze. The twilight was getting thicker and thicker, and her eyes were shining like two stars in the twilight.

"Let's go. "Culture is a little scared.

"Cut it all and go. Xiao Cuizi lowered her eyes and cut a rich seedling.

Culture lowered his head and cut a bud: "Let's go!"

"It's okay if you're not satisfied, but I don't care. Xiao Cui suddenly became angry.

"Look at what you said, is my mother so partial?"

"Your mother is eccentric, there is no more eccentric mother in the world than your mother. ”

"What are you!" Culture is also a little angry.

"Why is your mother asking you to study, not your brother?" Xiao Cui turned her head and looked at him with a pair of dark eyes.

Culture was speechless, and stammered for a long time: "My brother is honest." ”

"Who is rare and honest with him. Xiao Cuizi lifted the straw basket, stepped over the two taro, and squatted down again.

"Honest people can be trusted. Culture stammered again.

Xiaocui ignored him and cut the pig vegetables with her hands and feet. She has sharp eyes, and no pig can escape her eyes. Her hands are fast, her eyes are there, and her hands are there. After a while, Cui spoke.

"Culture, tell me about it later, you can go to school. ”

"Tube. Culture said, adding, "That's okay." ”

Xiaocui said: "I won't treat you badly, I'll sing a song for you." ”

"Sing 'December'. Wenhua Zi immediately said. He heard that there was a "December" from the mouths of those second-rate people, and he didn't know what "December" was, and he was itching in his heart.

Xiao Cuizi paused for a moment and sang:

It's a New Year's Day in the first month,

She turned the door high, and her voice was thin, high-pitched, and trembling. The culture sensed, and Xiaocao shook for a moment. Four times, Bi Jing.

Like to laugh at the renewal of Naha Vientiane.

Concerned about a beautiful boy.

Confidants are hard to see,

Acacia to whom to speak.

......

She sang sadly and complainingly, and did not understand the meaning of every word, listening to the adults singing, she also sang, and when she was familiar with the singing, she felt that the sadness was very close to her.

She sang sadly, and Wenzi listened sadly.

fifteen

The slag will send pancakes to Bao Wuye. This stubborn old man is strange, whoever gives him food, he doesn't want it, it seems that as soon as he eats other people's food, he will really become a desperate household. But when the slag was sent, he was embarrassed. Look at that little face, I don't feel like I don't care if I don't accept it.

Seeing that Bao Wuye was alone, he knew how to ask him long and short questions to relieve his boredom.

"Have you eaten it?" he asked Bao Wuye.

"Have you eaten, where are you?" Bao Wuye took care of him.

"I've eaten it. ”

"What kind of food did you eat?" asked Bao Wuye.

"Eat noodles. ”

"No, no. ”

"What are you eating?" he asked Bao Wuye.

"Pancakes, porridge, stinky beans. Bao Wuye replied word by word, unequivocally.

"Crickets. He showed it to Fifth Master Bao.

"It's a cricket. The fifth master nodded.

"Is it a man, is it a woman?"

The fifth master smiled: "This ghost." How can crickets talk about men and women, but they want to say male and female. ”

"Is it male, is it female?"

The fifth master himself was silent for a while, and sighed: "If you want to talk about it, it's not wrong to say that men and women are also personality spirits. ”

"Let it go!" said the slag suddenly looking up.

"Just let it go. The fifth master said.

An old man and a young man watched the cricket jump and disappear.

The two boys of Lao Slag and Bao Renyuan's family said "fighting veterans". Bao Wuye helped scoop up the slag and pick up the poplar leaves, and made a big shoe shell and a small shoe shell. Bao Wuye covered a shoe, scooped up slag and covered a shoe, and covered it for two days. The poplar leaf stalks covered out are black and shiny, tougher than hemp. The poplar leaf stalks of the second son of Bao Renyuan's family are covered tenderly, and they can't pull the slag. Fight one, break one, fight one, break one. The more anxious you are, the more you break it. The slag was exchanged for the second boy.

Then, the two boys turned the book, fought one, won one, fought one, won one. The scum lost miserably, but he was not impatient or impatient, and he was still happy. Bao Wuye looked at it for a long time on the side, and when the second boy left, he asked the scum:

"Hey, why did you exchange all your 'veterans' for the second boy?"

"I think he's going to cry. Lao Slag said.

"Aren't you uncomfortable losing?"

"It's uncomfortable. ”

"And you still give it to him?"

"I think he's going to cry. Lao Slag said again.

Bao Wuye didn't ask, looked at the slag, snorted on his sparse yellow hair, and sighed. After a pause, he said to himself:

"You should let him, speaking of which, you are his uncle. ”

sixteen

The eldest aunt could hear a merchant's drum:

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

seventeen

Bao Renwen had to walk two steps to Zhuangdong Road every day to see if there was a letter to be delivered. The day before yesterday, there were two letters, one was from Bao Yanhai's eldest son to fight the Jinhua troops, and the other was from Bao Erye's family, which came from outside the customs, and Bao Erye's family was brought from outside the Guandong that year. Yesterday, I received another letter delivery, but there was no letter, and the person who sent the letter was just passing by here and going to Daliuzhuang.

Today he walked down the road again, and heard something in the distance: Ding Dong, Ding Dong, like a merchant's drum, and gradually he saw a person coming, a walker, carrying the merchant's pick, slowly approaching.

Behind him was the sun, red to the end of the road, and as he walked on the road, the merchant's drum tinkling and dingdong.

"Brother, do you see any cyclists coming this way?" asked Bao Renwen loudly.

"Nope. The seller replied. When he approached, he had a shaved scalp, a swarthy face, broad shoulders and broad shoulders, but the beard on his lips was not yet hard, and he was lying on his stomach softly.

"Big brother, what's the name of the Zhuangzi in front?" he asked.

"Little Bao Zhuang. Bao Renwen replied to him, slowly turning around and walking back.

"Oh, this is Xiao Bao Zhuang. The young man said, walking shoulder to shoulder with Bao Renwen, and the merchant's drum was tinkling.

"What, do you know Xiao Baozhuang?" Bao Renwen looked at him.

"Why don't you know? Xiao Baozhuang's reputation is resounding. We all know that this village is popular, benevolent and righteous. The lad said.

"Oh. Bao Renwen didn't ask anymore.

The young man looked around, and a few little daughters-in-law had already heard the sound of the merchant's drum and poked their heads out.

"Big brother, stop and let me pick a thimble. Someone shouted.

When I looked back, I saw a woman in her forties walking down the stage. Her skin was yellow, her hair was casually nested at the back of her head, and a few locks of hair were scattered around her ears. The gown on his body was torn, as if he had a piece of cloth in front and back, flickering, fluttering, and his sturdy body appeared and disappeared from time to time. She walked up to the merchant, lowered her head, and picked a thimble in the box, with round wrists. The drooping eyelids have dense long eyelashes, and they are hairy eyes.

"It's over? She greeted Bao Renwen.

"Buy a needle? He greeted Bao Yanchuan's family.

A few more daughters-in-law came to buy needles and threads. Bao Yanchuan's family, pick a thimble and pick an endless one.

"His second aunt, no matter how you pick, you can't pick out the gold and silver. Bao Yanshan's family said about her.

"I'm just buying a needle, and I'm going to pick a cute one. She replied, patiently picking.

"Big brother, where did you get the fight?" asked Bao Yanshan's family.

"It's from the other side of the mountain. ”

"Do you have parents at home?"

"It's gone. The young man said angrily.

"Are there any siblings?"

"Nope. ”

"Ah, a hard-working child. Bao Yanshan's family raised their heads to look at him, seeing that he had a wide nose and big eyes, and was kind-hearted, they couldn't help but feel pity.

Bao Yanchuan's family is trying a thimble, as if trying a ring. Then I turned back and asked:

"What's your name?"

"Pick it up. He said. He found that the woman's voice was good, low and thick, and sounded like a warm river flowing through his heart.

She finally picked it out and handed a two-cent coin to the merchant, warm and a little damp.

A group of daughters-in-law and sisters surrounded him, and they all looked up at him, and saw that he was in a cold sweat on his back, and he was very uncomfortable.

"Huh!" the girls sighed sympathetically.

Sweat began to break out on the door of his head, although it was awkward, but his heart was warm. Since he walked out of Feng Jing, he showed a smile for the first time.

The hands of the daughters-in-law and sisters were churning in his box, and he was not angry at all, squatted down and pulled out his cigarette pouch. But there is no smoke in the cigarette purse. Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound, and something soft fell on his hand, a cigarette purse. When he looked up, the second aunt who bought the thimble was looking at him and said, "Suck it!" and turned away. A ragged coat hung on his body, fluttered up the platform, and flashed into a door.

That night, I stayed in the cowshed and squeezed a bed with Bao Bingyi, who sang the ancient times. In the evening, a room of people was crowded in the cowshed as usual, and he sang the ancients:

Write a seven-character stilt,

Master Guan is holding a glaive knife.

I asked the lord where to go,

Overlord Bridge went up to arrest Cao Cao.

Write a figure of eight on both sides of the row,

The Eight Immortals then crossed the sea.

Lan Cai and tear off the yin array board,

The Dragon King of the Four Seas is terrible again.

......

eighteen

Bao Yanshan's family was very puzzled: Xiao Cui doesn't turn under her nose every day, why did she suddenly start to grow her body? That body is no longer like a bamboo pole and slides straight to the end, I don't know when it is round, firm, full of chest, calves and stomach bulging, and pointed chin and chin round. The eighteenth year of the female college has changed, she has become handsome, and she is smart.

How many people said to her, "It's time to give the child a round house." ”

She consulted with the man: "It's time to give the child a round house." ”

The construction child is already twenty-four, and it is time for the round house.

Xiao Cuizi sensed that something was wrong. Her mother treated her much kinder, and she missed a bowl that day, and she didn't say anything about her, just told her to clean the bowl, don't let the scum get her feet, and it was over. Wenzi is far away from her, and no longer gossipes with her. The builder cleaned up the inner room day and night, padded soil on the ground, and plastered the walls with lime. And the sisters-in-law and aunts in the village are all squeezing their noses at her, and they are very scheming.

Xiao Cuizi dragged the slag out of the house, took it to the edge of the well, and asked him:

"Slag, is Sister Cui treating you well?"

"It's better than my own sister. Lao Slag said.

"Then why did you lie to Sister Cui?"

"I didn't lie. ”

"You lied. "Little Cui provoked him.

"I didn't lie, I really didn't cheat!"

"Okay, you don't lie to me, then you tell me, what has my mother and I discussed in the past few days?

"My eldest brother is going to marry a daughter-in-law. Lao Slag said.

Xiao Cuizi only felt that her mind "boomed", as if it had exploded. She calmed down and praised the scum: "To be honest, you are a good boy, you go home." ”

"Where are you? The slag asked.

"I'll stand for a moment. She said, and changed her words, "I'll go to my second aunt's house to borrow a shoe." ”

The scum left, didn't go far, stood in the shadow of the tree and looked at Xiaocui, he was a child with a heart.

Xiao Cui turned around for a while and walked slowly towards the east, walking faster and faster, and couldn't catch up with the slag.

She ran to the big willow tree in the east of Zhuangtou, fell down under the tree, hugged the tree and cried, crying and shouting, shouting a word:

"I'm only sixteen, I'm sixteen!"

The crying almost summoned all the people in the village, and the scum had already run to report the news, and Bao Yanshan ran with his family to drag Xiaocui home. Xiao Cui hugged the willow trunk and didn't let go, shouting:

"I'm only sixteen, I'm sixteen!"

The people next to them couldn't help but shed tears, especially the little daughters-in-law who had just passed the door, and they were even more touched by the scene and cried into tears.

Bao Yanshan's family persuaded Xiaocui with tears: "We have lived together for so many years, what is there to say, do you want to be so sad?"

Xiao Cui hit her head on the tree and burst into tears: "I'm only sixteen years old, I'm only sixteen!"

"Mother won't hide it from you, your mother, you are thinking about giving you a round house, and Jianzi will be twenty-five years old for the New Year......" Bao Yanshan's family cried more fiercely than Xiaocui, and he was sad and couldn't help but feel wronged, and tears flowed all over his face like a stream.

"I'm only sixteen, I'm only sixteen!" said the little cui, tired, and sobbed.

"Although Jianzi is stupid, his heart is good. Girl, you have been with him, and I can't lose you. ”

"I'm only sixteen years old......"

"You are the eldest daughter-in-law, and this family is yours. Girl, don't you want to think about your mother's heart?"

Xiao Cui just shook her head, unable to say a word, but her hand firmly held the trunk of the tree, and she couldn't drag it away. It wasn't until Bao Yanshan announced in front of everyone that the round house would be postponed for another two years that her hand was released from the willow trunk.

Things are in the past. Tsuiko's chin was shaved down again, but the rounded part of her body was no longer calm. The look in her eyes became more and more serious, and she didn't even smile. Her mother picked her up again, but Wenzizi flattered her a little, and when she saw her sweeping the floor, she came to grab her broom. As for her, she made a grudge against Wenzi, threw the broom on the ground, turned around and left.

Finally one day, Wenkoko intercepted her on the edge of the well:

"Xiaocui, what's wrong with you?

"You didn't do much to me. ”

"Then what are you talking about?"

"You're not much of me. Xiao Cui smiled mischievously and took up her shoulder to leave.

Wenhuazi held down the flat pole and didn't let her get up: "You make the words clear." ”

"I couldn't have made my words clearer. ”

"Why don't I understand?"

"You don't have ears, you don't have hearts. ”

"Why are you swearing!"

"I'll just scold you, no heart, no liver, no lungs, no stomach!" she slammed and picked up the bucket.

Wenzi was defenseless, fell on all fours, and was annoyed.

Little Cuizi laughed, "clucking", and the crisp laughter startled the birds in the trees away. It was the first time she had laughed since then.

It's not good to be annoyed anymore.

nineteen

When he got up early, Bao Bingde's family suddenly said coldly:

"I'm sorry for you, too. ”

Bao Bingde's heart was hot, his nose was sore, and he couldn't help crying.

His family also cried: "I've dragged you for half your life, and it's time to come to an end." ”

As soon as Bao Bingde heard that this was inauspicious, he hurriedly drank her: "What is the end of the day! ”

She said nothing, wiped away her tears, and got up to feed the pigs. The pig food is burned thickly and stirred evenly. Bao Bingde hadn't seen her so neat for a long time. The hair was combed flat, and it was slick in the back of the head, and Hai Changlan's gown was very decent. Bao Bingde couldn't help but be stunned. He remembered when she was a girl: he went on a blind date with two bags of fruits, and as soon as he got on the stage, he saw a little sister sitting at the door with the soles of her shoes. She looked at him, and he looked at her. Her face was like a full moon, and a row of teeth on her forehead covered her eyebrows, thin eyebrows, thin eyes, and the tips of her eyes were slightly raised. He was stunned, and she suddenly blushed, got up and went into the side room, only to see a large thick braid swept in front of his face. He remembered the day she was a bride: the big braid was nested into a huge bun, the hill seemed to be hooked and the head was tilted back, a red head rope was buried in the black hair, the big red jacket, and the face was like a peach blossom. She sat there, no matter how much people made her, she didn't say anything, she didn't laugh, she didn't get annoyed. Bao Bingde just looked forward to the hurry up and leave quickly...... He thought about the time when she had just had a happy moment: she wanted to eat sour, and he ran to the other side of the mountain to find apricots. Every night, he would lie on her stomach and listen to the movements, and he could hear it coldly, with a heartbeat, fluttering. He remembered that he had a dream: she gave birth and laid a big egg, and if you look closely, it is not an egg, it is a big potato. Later, a dead child was born. He beat her and beat her behind closed doors. She didn't snort, let him punch and kick, didn't cry, didn't scream. After being beaten, she didn't get angry with him, just like that, what he wanted, she would do it. He beat it, and he was distressed and regretted, but when he was in a hurry, he forgot everything, and outsiders couldn't see it at all. Gradually, her round face became longer, and the red color faded. Later, one day, Bao Bingde came home from work, and saw that the floor was not swept, the pot was not burned, and the bowls were broken. He was about to get angry, but he saw him sitting on a small stool and pulling out his hair, and while pulling it, he was happy with him......

"Go to work!" she woke him up. Only then did he hear the gong of the workman beating: dangdang, dang, dang. He wiped his eyes, got up and walked away.

In the flat land in the lake, Bao Erye and him went next to him. He told Bao Erye:

"She's sick! I got up early this morning and spoke coldly!"

"What did she say?" asked Second Master Bao.

Bao Bingde said all those words one by one. Unexpectedly, Bao Erye's face changed, and he slapped the ground:

"That's not right! ”

"What's wrong?" Bao Bingde's scalp was numb, and his heart chuckled. When he got up early this morning, he felt a little wrong in his heart, but he couldn't say it.

"I said Seventh, it's better for you to go back and guard her. Bao Erye said.

"She's been cold this morning, clearer than usual. He said, his heart pounding.

"It's just that this coldness is not right, she is not afraid of being confused. Second Master Bao stomped his feet.

Everyone gathered around and persuaded Bao Bingde to go home and guard her. A cold sweat broke out on Bao Bingde's forehead, and he picked up the shovel and left.

He hurried as fast as he copied and strode towards the village. The leveled land is a large area, a large area, and there is no edge in sight. There is a green tree in the distance, and that is Xiao Baozhuang. He ran as fast as he could, and he couldn't get close even after running for a long time. Quietly, there was a faint sound of laughter. The sun was high, and my back was hot. It seems that there is a bird calling. The wind came close to the ground and filled the trouser legs.

He ran into the Zhuangzi, which was quiet and could not see anyone. It was like a child carrying water through a poplar forest, and when he looked closely, it was gone. He ran out of breath, slowed down slightly, and thought to himself: nothing will happen. It was as if they were asleep, what could be the matter? A dog roared in his throat and ran over, and a few chickens walked leisurely, pecking at the dirt. The sun is shining brightly.

He let out a breath and laughed a little at himself for being suspicious. At this point, it's not worth running back to the lake. He picked up the shovel and slowly got onto the stage.

There was a chimney that was smoking, not his.

The door of his house was bolted. He pushed, but he couldn't push. It's on the bar. He banged on the door and shouted, "Ahhh

He called her "hey" and she called him "hey" too. You can't be like others, call "child he is big", "child is his mother". There are no children, and there is no one to call a head.

She was silent.

He cried out again, "Ahhh

It is not yet silent.

He was in a hurry, slammed the door, kicked his foot up a few times, and the shovel head slapped off. Recruit a group of children and old ladies to knock on the door and call together. The door was opened. Entering the door, Bao Bingde sat down on the ground, only to see a Haichang blue coat dangling in front of him, and a kick-over bench on the ground. His house, hanging from a beam.

The crowd lowered her and laid her flat on the ground. She was still angry, and she didn't get it right. Bao Bingde stepped forward and hugged her and cried loudly, and the room was suddenly embarrassed.

The scum had already gone to the lake to call people. After a while, a large number of people came to Hulala. Bao Renwen dragged Bao Bingde away and did artificial respiration when he came up, which he learned when he was in a physiology and hygiene class in middle school that year. The captain beckoned people, prepared the cool bed, lifted them up and left.

"Money!" Bao Bingde exclaimed in despair, "I don't have half a penny in my pocket!"

"The team gives you Qi. The captain turned back to him.

"Everyone, give you all. The crowd shouted at him. He staggered along.

Two days later, Bao Bingde used a flat car to push his family back. His family sat on a flat car, nibbling on a green peach, like a three-year-old hairy baby. It's like he doesn't remember anything, he doesn't remember anything.

twenty

The cultivator teacher came to mobilize the scum to go to school. The scum is seven years old, and it's time to go to school.

But the cultural child is already in secondary school in the commune. One family can't afford two students. He said: If it's to scoop up the scum, if it's cultural.

It would have been easier to do two years earlier, and Wenhua Ziba had to go to school! But now it is different, Wenhua Zi has somehow opened his mind and learned it all at once. Jumped from last in the class to first place. There were only three students in Xiaobaozhuang who were admitted to the commune middle school, and he accounted for one. He reads a lot harder. The family didn't have a food stamp to take him to the canteen, so he ran back and forth every day, twenty miles away, and brought a roll of pancakes at noon to make tea to eat. Bitter to death.

I also want to study. Zhuang Shang's children at school have a red scarf around their necks, which makes him envious. Although he didn't know what the red scarf meant, he knew that it was for people to learn. That day, the second boy's red scarf told the teacher to go back, because he was fighting with people and knocked out people's front teeth. It can be seen that you can't get it if you do bad things, and on the contrary, you can get a red scarf by doing good deeds.

He said loudly, let's let the scum read it, the cultural son can write a letter and keep an account, and it can be regarded as a majority of labor when he comes back to work. Wenzi stopped doing it, crying and making trouble and didn't eat, so he said, "Let my second brother read it, I won't read it." ”

Wenzi collected his tears at this time, went down to the lake to catch a slag named Tianzi, and Xiaocui made a small cage with straw. After playing for a long time, I let it go. "It's in a cage by itself, it's so lonely. He said. He touched the head of the scum and sighed: "Good boy, you must be asked to read it when the New Year is old." ”

I don't study anymore, I cut pigs and vegetables in the lake all day long, and I have a group of children. And the little children gathered around him, gladly to be with him. Whoever walks slowly, the scum must wait for him. Whoever cuts less and doesn't dare to go home, the slag must give him his own evenness. Whoever fights, the scum must not be allowed to fight. Follow the slag, adults are relieved. This kid is righteous, everybody says.

The slag can cut the pig vegetables, but Bao Wuye can't even rub the rope, so he can only sit under the wall and bask in the sun until noon, and he is lazy to get up and walk home to burn the pot. Don't let the slag go:

"Come and eat at my house!"

Bao Wuye didn't push it anymore. After eating for a long time, he teased the scum: "You always ask the fifth master to come to the house to eat, but my family doesn't have enough food to eat, what should I do?"

Lao Slag replied seriously: "I eat one less pancake and drink one less bowl of porridge." Can it be managed?"

He laughed and touched his old son's head.

On this day, the eldest girl who married on the other side of the mountain came back with her child. The slag went to Bao Wuye to borrow a night, and squeezed a bed with Bao Wuye foot to foot. Bao Wuye snuggled up to the body like a kitten and said:

"Slag, the fifth master's quilt is hot for you. ”

"Fifth master, I'll give you a quilt every day. Lao Slag said.

Bao Wuye snuggled up to the slag and warmed his little body, his heart was hot, and he talked a lot:

"Slag, you come to sleep with the fifth master, do you promise?"

"I'm the most dependent on me. Lao Slag said.

"Your mother agreed, right?"

"My mother also depends on me. ”

"They're going to say that I'm an old man. ”

"No, no. ”

"I'm not going to die, I'm tired of it. ”

"The good days are in the back mile," the slag enlightened the fifth master, "The second boy goes to school every day, and he said that the teacher said that the good days are in the back!"

"Do you want to go to school?"

"Yes. The slag said, and then he said, "I don't want to." ”

Bao Wuye could see that he was thinking: "How many yuan do you want for tuition?"

"Not old or young, more than three miles. ”

"The fifth master will pay for you. ”

"No, Fifth Master, your money is everyone's ......"

This sentence reminded Bao Wuye: "Yes, I eat a hundred family meals, I am an old family!"

"Fifth master, why are you out of the house! Let's call you grandpa. Lao Slag said.

"Hell, your mouth is so good!" Bao Wuye said, and after a while, he said, "Slag, you are a bit like my social son." ”

The slag did not respond and fell asleep.

"The eyebrows and eyes are like, and the temperament is also the same. Bao Wuye said.

The slag slept quietly, without even a snort. The window hole was blocked, and the room was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

"Like the sons of society, they are all benevolent and righteous. Never quarrel with people and grind your teeth...... "Bao Wuye croaked in the dark.

There was a squeak of an insect at the base of the wall.