The Past Is Like the Wind (3)

According to ordinary people's speculation, the Maosheng family should live in peace and security by now, but the truth is the opposite. The arrival of the xylophone really set off a big wave in Maosheng's house, and it spread all the way to Xinghua Village, causing the apricot forest to shake, so that the fragile heart of the people of Xinghua Village was also shattered. All these great changes were caused by the xylophone.

At the beginning, the home in Nanjing was relatively safe. Mao Xiang has cultivated an active personality, and he wants to do everything, but he can't do anything. In more than a year, he changed three types of work, and the time he worked was shorter and shorter, and the situation was worse and worse each time. In the end, no one wanted him, so he had to stay at home. It should be said that Mao Ying was one of the earlier unemployed young people in Nanjing. Mao Shengniang has nothing to do, just eat at home. In this way, all the expenses of a family of four are paid by the monthly salaries of Mao Sheng and Xylophone. A year later, Jing'er came to this house again to compete for food, and life became more and more embarrassing.

If this is the case, life can be improvised. What's worse is that Mao Shengniang's preference for Mao Xiang has reached an intolerable level. Good clothes should be used for him to wear, and he and his mother had to open a small stove for dinner, while Maosheng's family and Jing'er, who were still in swaddling clothes, could only eat a big pot of rice by themselves. Mao Xiang has also reached the critical age of marrying a wife and starting a family, and has become Mao Shengniang's heart disease that worries her heart all the time. By extension, it is included in the important agenda of the whole family.

Mao Shengniang forced Mao Sheng and his family to snar targets everywhere, and called Mao Xiang Xiang to meet the target almost once a week, but none of them succeeded. No one can fancy a lazy person like Mao Xiang. Mao Shengniang complained all day long that Mao Sheng and his family didn't do their best, so she wanted to use Sapo's means to urge Mao Sheng and Xylophone to speed up the process of introducing Mao Xiang. So, every day, I searched my stomach and came up with some new ideas to make a fuss. Gradually, the area of the disturbance gradually expanded to the surrounding neighbors, and the degree gradually escalated. She went around scolding Maosheng and Xylophone for their unfilial piety, and for not caring about her brothers. even made trouble with Maosheng's unit several times, and counted Maosheng and Xylophone cruelly abused himself and Maoxiang with a handful of snot and tears. As a result, the factory gave Maosheng administrative demerits several times.

At this time, Mao Xiang also actively cooperated with his mother, or went on a hunger strike, or threatened to smash the pot and break the bowl. In the end, he actually poured his resentment on Jing'er, who was just a few years old. Or let him crawl in the mud and water, or secretly pinch his round little buttocks, let him cry endlessly, so that the family cries constantly, and the neighbors around him complained.

At this point, life cannot go on. Mao Sheng cried and said to the xylophone, I can't live this day, let's divorce. You find a good master again, and Jing'er and I will go back to our hometown to ask for the sun and the moon.

The xylophone slapped Maosheng on the shoulder and said, I fancy you, not your family. You go, and I'll go with you into the mountains.

In this way, in the spring of 1970, Maosheng and his family of four were forced to leave Nanjing City with Muqin, Jing'er and Zhong'er, and returned to their hometown of Xinghua Village, which had been absent for many years.

At that time, Zhong'er was only a few months old fetus, resting in the belly of the xylophone, and did not see the poignancy of the scene when the family returned. At that time, it was the season when the apricot blossoms in Xinghua Village were in full bloom and the fragrance was impressive.

My narrative begins and ends in the apricot grove.