A tragic song (short) Zhang Baotong

I went to Huanglingchong again, the autumn colors were thick, the leaves were yellow, the rice was ripe, and the harvest was about to begin. When I came to the front of the house, Xiaohong's mother was feeding the chickens in front of the door, and when she saw me, she said to me in a sad and sad tone, "Son, don't come to Xiaohong in the future, she will get married." This reminds me of what my second sister-in-law said before she left, I didn't believe it all the time, but now I can't help but believe it. I asked when Xiaohong would get married. The aunt said that she would do things after the autumn, and the Zheng family had made preparations. Her father has also asked someone to get a marriage certificate. I looked at the distant gloomy sky and wanted to cry. I said I wanted to meet Red. Auntie said that she will come back in the next two days to harvest autumn, and you will come back then. I nodded and left Huanglingchong.

When I got home, my father was banging the table and kicking the stool and throwing a tantrum, shouting and swearing. I don't know who my father is angry with. Because I was worried, I left the house and went to my second sister-in-law's house, lay down on the bed, and sighed incessantly. My mother chased after me and said to me, Chunling's uncle came just now, and asked your father to send the money tomorrow at the latest, otherwise, Chunling will tell the rich man in Lotus Village. That's why your dad is. Xiaohong's affairs make me unbearable, how can I have the mood to listen to such things. I said I could just take 5,000 yuan and send it. But my mother said that you had to take out the money, and besides, the money was left to you by your second sister-in-law, and your father felt that he had no face to use the money.

In fact, his father knew that the second sister-in-law was forced to leave him, so these days, as long as someone mentions the second sister-in-law, he shows guilt on his face and walks away silently. I said that since that is the case, then I will not send the money. But the mother said again, your father said that only your fourth brother is the most unproductive in the family, and the unproductive children will have to pay more money. also said that your fourth brother's matter is a major matter in the face of the Xu family, even if you spend more money, you have to do it well. I know what my mother meant, she's asking me for money. But I was worried in my heart, so I said, "Would it be nice to let me be quiet for a while?" Maybe it was because my voice was too loud and scared my mother. The mother hurried away in fear.

The next day, I took advantage of my lunch time to go to the town savings office to withdraw the money and send it home. The father took the money, immediately changed into a new dress like the New Year, carried the bundle of money firmly in his arms, and rushed to Honghualing with his eldest brother. By the time they returned, it was dusk. The father's and eldest brother's mouths were shiny with a layer of oil, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in their words and breaths. Obviously, my father's spirit and bearing were much better, and the muscles on his face were also stretched and moisturized, like a squire who had made a fortune outside, drinking tea while talking about the hospitality and food of Chunling's family.

I was very disgusted by the vulgar manners and boasts of the country, so I went for a walk alone in the forest behind the house. Although the sunset has set, the return of light still illuminates the mountains in gold. A breeze was blowing from afar, and the rumbling of the threshing machine could be faintly heard, as if it was conveying some kind of message. Suddenly, the fourth brother chased after me from behind, as if there was something urgent, and without waiting for me to speak, he shoved a note in my hand, and then turned around and left. I opened the note and saw that it was written by Xiaohong, asking me to meet tomorrow afternoon by the forest by the Blue Lake, as if a bright wind was blowing through my heart, and the worries that had been accumulated for many days disappeared in an instant. Ah, we're going to meet tomorrow, but on the shores of the beautiful and quiet Blue Lagoon, what a symbol it would be!

When she arrived at the Blue Lake, Xiaohong was already standing at the edge of the forest, holding a green hardcover book in her hand, with a little melancholy sadness in her innocent smile. Xiaohong, as if calling with my heart, walked quickly in front of her. How many days I haven't seen, how many days of longing, my heart can hardly bear this sudden surge of attachment and sorrow.

Xiaohong seemed to confide in me with many words and grievances, but she just moved her lips, and tears rolled down in strings. She silently took my hand, and it took a while to suppress the sadness in her heart, and she lowered her head and said, Shaolin, I am about to get married, I feel sorry for you in my heart. I gently wiped away the tears for her with my hand, but I comforted her with tears in my eyes and said with a smile in my eyes, Xiaohong, I don't blame you, I know your heart best, but why don't you write to me? Xiaohong shook her head sadly and said, It's not that I refuse to write a letter, it's that I dare not write a letter, I'm afraid that you will scold me and hate me.

The blue lake in autumn is clear and pure, but it looks gloomy and desolate, and a cold wind blows from time to time. After being silent for a while, she asked her second sister-in-law if she had any news? I said no, and then she said sadly that the second sister-in-law is gone, and you are leaving too, what else do I mean here. As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes. Seeing me sad like this, Xiaohong covered her face and cried bitterly, saying that I had hurt you! In order to comfort her, I wiped her tears with my hands. She put her arms around me, put her face on my chest, and begged me in a pleading voice, "Take me away, as long as I am with you, I am willing to die." I hugged her tightly, but said helplessly, "You are already a human being, where can I take you?" She nodded silently, and got up from my arms, sighing uncontrollably.

Next, we walked blankly in the scenery by the lake, and everything in front of us was full of late autumn sadness. When she walked to the edge of the meadow that had been full of flowers, she handed me the notebook in her hand and said that I had cut it for you these days. I opened the notebook, and it was full of various paper-cut patterns, delicate and chic. I said with gratitude that I would treasure it forever. Xiaohong smiled sadly and said Shaolin, you go, go find a better girl, forget me. I shook my head in despair, and said that there is no better girl in the world?

Gradually, the setting sun has set on the western mountain. The mountains suddenly became dark at dusk, and the cold wind blew shivering. I said Xiaohong, let's go back. She stared blankly at the cold lake for a long time, and said distractedly, you go back first, I want to take a good look at the blue lake again. I was afraid that she would not be safe here, so I insisted on not letting her stay alone. She took my hand and said in a pleading and pleading tone, "Let me be quiet and have a good look at the Blue Lagoon again?" I said okay, but not too long, it's getting dark. So, we hugged and kissed goodbye again.

The next afternoon, when I was teaching the students, the fourth brother came to me in a panic and said that Huang Lingchong's little red had committed suicide by jumping into the lake. My father asked me to go back and have something to ask. When I heard this, there was darkness in front of my eyes, and I almost passed out. I don't know how I got home. As soon as my father saw me, he made a mock of interrogation and asked, "What do you have to do with Huang Lingchong's Xiaohong?" I said that we just got along. Father asked you again if you were with Xiaohong yesterday afternoon. I said yes, and she gave me a green notebook. My father asked me to show him the notebook. So I took the notebook out of the box and showed it to my father. My father looked at the book for a while, was speechless for a long time, and then returned the book to me, saying that you should prepare immediately and enter the city early tomorrow morning.

I went into the house and started getting things ready. My mother chased after her, saying that Huang Lingchong had come in the morning, and that Mr. Yu was coming to our house to find trouble. I said let him make trouble, Xiaohong let him die, not let me die. Mother was anxious and said My grandfather, there is a dead person in his house, it is noisy, how can there be any reason to talk about it, you better get out of here quickly and hide.

The third brother was in the city, and I didn't need to bring anything or anything to prepare, so I asked the fourth brother to rush overnight to deliver a letter to Principal Lin of the town center primary school, saying that I could no longer teach the students.

This night, my tears were almost never broken, either thinking about Xiaohong, or thinking about my second sister-in-law, overnight, I felt that the flowering period of life suddenly withered, and I was at a loss but I didn't know what the meaning of life would be in the future.

When I walked on the path of being forced to leave my hometown with my satchel and bedroll on my back and walking in the damp dew, I could not describe the sadness and sadness in my heart. In the early morning of late autumn, the air is fresh, there is frost on the ground, and the sky is cold and gloomy. I made a big turn along the mountain path, wanting to take another look at the scenery of Huanglingchong.

As soon as I got to the edge of the high slope, I heard a sharp suona sound mixed with a howling cry coming to this side. When I looked over there, I saw a group of people with white cloths on their heads, carrying mourning flags with long poles, and carrying a coffin, slowly and sadly, walking towards this side. Behind the coffin is a group of relatives of the deceased. The tragic pain of the world and the long crying suona sound are intertwined with each other, making people feel like the sky is falling when they listen to it. Gradually, the funeral procession got closer and closer, and I saw Xiaohong's mother staggering unconsciously, supported by two strong women, and she was already crying without tears.

Leaving Huanglingchong, I walked briskly through the mountain beams with tears in my eyes, and I could still hear the sad cries and heart-wrenching suona echoing in the mountains in the distance. When I went up to the high cloud ridge, it was almost noon, and there was a faint layer of mist on the silent lake, which was gloomy and miserable, and people couldn't help but want to cry out loud.

I looked at the lake area for a while before I lazily walked down the slope on the other side of Yunling. As I descended to the bottom of the slope, I heard a familiar song coming from the forest by the lake:

Everyone says that flowers are susceptible to frost,

Sister Twenty-eight knows the most thin-minded and red-faced;

Even though her daughter already has someone in her heart,

It's just that my father's fate is difficult to disobey, and the two love each other, but they don't have a chance.

The song is full of youthful grievances and sorrows, which makes people feel a bitter sour water tumbling in their hearts when they listen to it. I think maybe this song is seeing me off. Because no matter where I go, I will never forget the sad and tearful stories told in this sad song.