The Lantern Festival in the countryside has never had any special atmosphere, and most people celebrate the Lantern Festival by getting together with relatives and holding a more sumptuous meal. After the dinner, a few people cheered for homely things, talked drunk, played cards, even if a Lantern Festival was simply dismissed.

The Lantern Festival when Chen Zhujun graduated from high school was a different festival from previous years. That day happened to be a good businessman in the village who was old and well-off, and he was happy for a while, so he invited the actors to sing in front of the ancestral hall. From the fifteenth day of the first lunar month to the eighteenth day, for three days and three nights, the gongs and drums were sonorously beaten, and the piano was babbling and playing, which opened the eyes of the people in the village.

On those days, the weather was just right, and the sun was shining warmly all day long. Even if you are depressed, when you encounter that scene, your mood will get better for no reason. Zhao Yan and her sister-in-law Guan Tao in the old house were like girls again for three days, and the two of them rushed to the theater to occupy the front row after breakfast every day. The two concubines are both less than forty years old, and they are both tall, so they are naturally a little eye-catching when they stand in the crowd. That Guan Tao's mouth has become unquiet since she worshipped the witch, so her mouth has never stopped when watching the play, hanging her voice on stage for a while, shouting beats with the crowd for a while, stomping her feet and scolding the villains in the play for a while, and crossing her waist to loudly reprimand the lame acting skills of a certain actor. At the end of the day, she was even more tired than the actors on stage, so that the audience almost thought she was singing.

A barefoot doctor from a neighboring village caught up with his sister to be a guest at his sister's house that day, and was watching a play with the crowd after dinner. He is a fan of Peking Opera, and when he saw the song "Farewell My Concubine", he was really fascinated. Although the actor's voice was a little hoarse, and there were a few trebles that were not sung, he didn't care about the flaws. When he heard "lightly moving to the front of the wilderness and standing still, suddenly looking up to see the blue falling moonlight and clearing", he suddenly looked like a high-ranking official and nobleman who specialized in drama in ancient times, raised his arms and shouted, "Okay, sing well!" How did he know that his "good" word just fell, but Guan Tao grabbed a sentence of "what a ghost". For a while, many people secretly covered their mouths and snickered.

The doctor couldn't help but laugh when he heard a lot of people laughing. He clasped his hands to his lips in the shape of a trumpet, and shouted at Guan Tao, "Listen to me over there who is against me: if you are a man, you should not move, if you are a woman, you will come out, if you are not a man or a woman, I will want you." As soon as he finished speaking, everyone laughed.

Guan Tao didn't hear the doctor ridiculing him, but he just pointed at him over there, saying this and that. The doctor saw that her round face was as red as a Guan Gong, her short hair was like a man, and her demeanor was like a defeated rooster. The doctor laughed to himself, and couldn't help but glance sideways at her. This look, I didn't want to see the trouble, but I saw Zhao Yan beside Guan Tao looking at the stage with affection. The fleshy lips, the slightly straight nose, and the standard goose egg face suddenly converged into a beautiful silhouette, and the doctor's soul was almost taken away. Some women are like wildflowers blooming on the ridges of the fields in late spring, although they are not purple and red, eye-catching, but flying in the early morning wind or the afterglow of the sunset, it is particularly refreshing and unforgettable.

"Who is that woman?" the doctor asked a middle-aged man watching a play beside him.

"Which woman are you talking about?" replied the middle-aged man, "is that the woman who just contradicted you, she is our village chief's wife, known as the mountain sparrow." ”

"Oh, it's better to see than to hear, the woman next to the mountain sparrow, how unaffected at all, how quiet. "The doctor threw bricks and stones to ask for directions.

"She, she's the sister-in-law of the mountain sparrow, can she be lively?" the middle-aged man continued, "Her man contracted pneumoconiosis while working outside, and he was so tired that he died all these years, and he probably didn't have the leisure to laugh." ”

"Oh. The doctor replied and said no more. After watching the play, he went home on a motorcycle.

The doctor's surname is Wang Mingcan, and he lives in an old house in the cultural relics village. He is tall and burly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a beard, a Chinese face, and a high nose bridge. If there is nothing wrong with the genealogy registration, he should be the 28th generation of his family's ancestral Chinese medicine practitioners. The barefoot doctor did not read much, and he could write and use walnut characters in less than a few baskets, relying on the unilateral and experience left by his ancestors to operate cautiously in the countryside. In order to break the public's stereotype of semi-literate generations practicing medicine, he once went to the county town to set up a pair of colorless glasses, and on the gray center wall of the pharmacy, there were high-sounding photos of the founding celebration of the founding of the country, and the surrounding walls were pasted with cheap New Year's pictures of various male and female movie stars flying on the screen like fireworks every year. In the brown-red five-drawer cabinet, he neatly arranged the poetry collections of famous people, Marxist-Leninist works, and some literary masterpieces that he would never read until his death, to show his profound knowledge and infinite admiration for celebrities.

His family's ancient house, after years of deprivation and erosion by wind and rain, has been reduced to a bland and unremarkable ancient building complex with bluestone pavement as a symmetrical pump, although the ancient building complex once had a history of several hundred years.

Wang Can's limited education did not have much positive impact on his life. Like some of the people around him, he doesn't care about politics, doesn't watch news broadcasts, and never reads books, and his life is all made up of real and intricate pictures of life. The only thing that has anything to do with culture is the repetitive singing of some classic Peking Opera songs in his room, and the long tunes of Yi Ya Ya Fei can't help but make people imagine him as a rare defender of the essence of Chinese culture. In his leisurely moments, he whistled and hung his eyes, lying on the tan rattan chair in his room, swinging his legs and beating vigorously to the rhythm. When he was in a good mood, he strode on the bluestone slab next to the room, and he loved to stretch his throat and sing, "You have to listen to my orders honestly, let Zhang Sheng hide under the chessboard, I will walk step by step, you climb step by step, let go boldly swallow your voice and be afraid...... "If you put on a robe, the form is a widow from the Ming and Qing dynasties."

Wang Canzhen lives in an ancient house, relying on ancestral Chinese medicine prescriptions and some folk prescriptions to prescribe medicine for different patients, and sometimes it will have some immediate effects. This is the bright side of his life, and everyone has such a bright side of life. His opposite, however, is little known.

The man who doesn't read much, and always thinks that reading is useless, although he has a bright side of his life, is full of sideways that have nothing to do with his profession. Except for spending some sincerity on medical appointments and bills every day, the rest of the time is simply a base camp for the collection of various female images. In a trance, he always felt that there was a woman in a long robe, dragging long sleeves, laughing, singing, half-covering her face, twisting her thin waist, watching him, or a woman in a bikini, with big breasts and fat buttocks, full of affection, walking towards him from a corner of the room with catwalks.....

That bizarre fantasy is obviously at odds with him and the environment in which he lives - he is surrounded by men who are basically overwhelmed by life, and they are more manly than men with every move. Wang Can's wife, Xiao Yuting, is a model among such a group of women, who speak with a rough throat and do things simply and roughly. Although when she was ready to marry Wang Can, the matchmaker tried her best to praise her as a slender basketball player at school. But after marriage, her figure has been completely deformed. Wang Can looked at his wife's basketball figure, and secretly couldn't help but regret many times that marrying her was really out of a moment of confusion.

The gap between reality and ideals often makes Wang Can feel lost, and he feels that life is boring. He had tried to observe some of the women around him, whose faces were exhausted by the load of life, and could not arouse any illusions about the emotional factor. For this reason, he also learned from a few rotten brothers around him, and began to look outward, and walked around some obscene places in the name of going out to buy goods or those nameless training. Although he knew some of the dangers of the nasty places, and though he was cautious every time he went, he contracted a venereal disease after a drunken outrage. Within a few days of returning home, he transferred the disease to Xiao Yuting.

Xiao Yuting contracted the disease, hysterical like a madman, threw the hospital diagnosis certificate in front of Wang Can, asking him to confess his guilt and obey the law, Wang Can pretended to be confused. In the process of pushing and shoving, the two of you did not define the true origin of the source of the disease, Xiao Yuting moved out of the bedroom in a negative mood, and the two no longer lived together.

Wang Can felt guilty before and after the illness, but his face pretended to be disapproving. Xiao Yuting was angry and had nowhere to appeal, so she had to throw dishes and chopsticks and pots every day, and the two were busy with the treatment of their respective conditions from then on. It was a big or small disease, and in the past few years, although Wang Can did not go bankrupt, it was enough to make him shy and difficult to see. For this reason, he hated the women who spread the disease in all the nasty establishments in the world, and longed to set fire to all the establishments in the world that provided sexual services overnight.

The relationship between him and Xiao Yuting has been deadlocked, she doesn't bow her head, and he doesn't give in. The two were at a stalemate for a long time, and there was still no sign of reconciliation, but neither of them filed for divorce like the brave young man. In the past few years, the noisy and intriguing has become like an outsider. Wang Can's heart is gradually no longer in her, she is getting older, and she is beginning to be shrewd. Based on past experience, his choice of women is no longer based on appearance and age. He vowed not to disturb the women of the dirty place for the rest of his life. Whether a woman has money or not, whether she has education or not, it seems that the most important thing is to have a decent living background, and after identifying this principle, he turned his head and turned his gaze to a woman from a good family.

With the eyes of Bole picking horses, he carefully observed and paid the women he could contact, and paid attention to them for a few months, but he didn't meet a single Xinyi. Coincidentally, he went to Chenjiaba to watch a play that day, and the glimpse between the scenes made him secretly believe that the woman he fantasized about day and night should have come to the sky.

Back at home, for a few days in a row, Wang Canru lost his soul and didn't think about tea and dinner. Secretly just wanted to find a way to contact her, but couldn't find a suitable reason. So, he ran to his sister's house every once in a while, hoping to meet Zhao Yan on a road or in the field in that village, but every time he was disappointed. Later, he had a plan and decided to hype himself up: a famous doctor who didn't believe that the patients around him didn't come to him. So he took some medical leaflets and some popular science medical books from time to time, and tirelessly did some propaganda under the ginkgo tree, although the content was plain and the truth was known to women and children, but it still attracted many onlookers. He also described several well-known hospitals in nearby counties as worthless, denounced their medical policy of treating large medicines, and cited some examples of their illegal operations. He emulated the advertising tactics on television, capricious propaganda. Unsurprisingly, within three months, there were some expected results. People in that village began to come to him one after another with the pain of illness to seek a way to obtain health, and everyone's worship of a 28-generation Chinese medicine practitioner is no less than a well-known hospital in the country. But in the walking crowd, he didn't see Zhao Yan's shadow.