In the afternoon, Wen Zhu took a cigarette to visit Uncle Wenzheng's house, Uncle Wen was less than seventy, his face was full of red light, and he wrote pairs in the hall. On the table, on the chairs, on the long platform, and on the ground are Spring Festival couplets, afraid of the wind and trouble, and dry them with things. Most of them are regular letters and official scripts, because they are free to send to the villagers, few people can understand cursive writing.

Uncle lifted the pen, thought for a while, and waved the pen, the words were vigorous and powerful, and the skills for decades had the demeanor of everyone.

"The scenery of the spring return to the earth is good, and there are many happy events in the world. "The door welcomes the blessings of the stars, and the doors are open to thousands of auspicious clouds. "New Year, New Year, New Year, New Scene, more blessings, more wealth and more peace. "Intensive cultivation and harvest years, diligent and thrifty family for more than a year. Horizontal batch: the country is strong and the people are rich. "Business is prosperous all over the world, and the wealth is lush. and many other pairs, all of which are easy to understand.

Uncle Wen was very happy when he saw that his protégé Wen Zhu came to visit, and asked Grandma Wen to serve a stool and tea, as well as melons and fruits, which made Wen Zhu very frightened and rushed to do it.

After sitting in Uncle Wen's study, Wen Zhu looked around, there were windows on the north and south sides, and they were ventilated. A few pines and cypresses in front of the south window, green and straight, there is a writing desk under the window, antique, a few books are stacked on it, and there is a magnifying glass on the book. There is a plaque on the east wall: Tranquility and Far-reaching. The words are full and round, affectionate and powerful, containing Uncle Wen's life.

The west wall is a landscape painting, which is suitable for both calligraphy and calligraphy. The southwest corner is a bookcase, Uncle Wen's treasure, full of books, ordinary people can't flip around.

With tea, the two casually pulled up the homely routine, and there was no fixed pattern. From the uncle's body to Wenzhu's work, from the teacher's treatment to the rise of the nation, from the "big pot rice" to the restructuring of enterprises, from the return of Hong Kong and Macao to the reunification of the motherland.

Uncle Wen's thinking is extremely jumpy, Wen Zhu sighs to himself, Wen Zhu is ashamed that he can still care about people's livelihood and national affairs at such an advanced age. Wenzhu listened a lot, and sometimes expressed some opinions and comments.

Reading a good book and talking to a noble person are things that benefit you for a lifetime, and the longer you grow your knowledge and cultivate your sentiments, the longer you imperceptibly, the more your character will naturally sublimate.

Uncle Wen is very interested in talking, it is rare for someone to chat with him like this, maybe there are not many people who understand his macro theory in the village, and Grandma Wen will laugh at him for not doing his job.

The people in the village looked up to him and respected him, but they didn't understand or want to listen to his grand arguments, they would rather go to work in the fields, and if something happened, they would ask Uncle Wen to come out and administer justice. Uncle Wen is very happy to do things for the villagers, a bowl of water is even, impartial, reasonable, affectionate, fair and comfortable, and Uncle Wen's prestige is also at ease in the hearts of the people.

Talking about Wen Zhu's marriage, he naturally couldn't avoid going to Dong's house a few days ago to propose marriage, Uncle Wen was very angry, told the story of the before and after, and sighed: "Dong Sanbao is younger than me, but his thoughts are older than me. His evaluation of a person is not based on his qualities, knowledge, abilities, etc., but by money. No money is worthless, and other things are the icing on the cake. For the sake of money, he can even sell his daughter's happiness. ”

Wen Zhu didn't get angry when he heard this, and comforted Uncle Wen and said, "Uncle don't be angry, it's not worth it to be angry." Everyone has their own blessings, Dong Mei and his father are fascinated for a while, and he will wake up one day. Dong Mei is an assertive person and will not ruin love for money. ”

Seeing Wen Zhu so calm, Uncle Wen was much relieved: "I'm still worried that you will be angry, I didn't expect you to be so calm, and your son will have a future." Later, I guessed that it was probably Dong Sanbao who was affected by '*', and was afraid of hunger, poverty, and suffering. Worried that Dong Mei will suffer with you, I am unwilling. In fact, it is a sign of short-sightedness, and my students know that the future is bright. ”

patting Wenzhu on the shoulder while talking is a prophecy and an encouragement. Wen Zhu is embarrassed, how to be worthy of the uncle in the future. This sentence is hidden deep in the bottom of my heart, encourage myself in difficult times, and a person's motivation is better than a thousand catties of gold.

"There is no better way to help people than this, and the inspiration of the uncle will always be remembered here-" Wen Zhu patted the position of his heart with his hand, "- if you want Dong Mei and his father to change his words, one is unless he changes his mind, and the other is that my family will get rid of poverty and become rich." I can't be the master if other people's minds change, but I have the confidence to get rid of poverty and become rich. Dong Mei and I are on the same road, and I will ask you to help us take care of things on occasions in the future. ”

Bamboo and uncle, also born and grandson, the uncle said generously: "That's, that's, you grew up watching the uncle." It's good to get rid of poverty and become rich, you swear to defend your love to the death, and I will never allow people to break you up. That's all there is to life. ”

Two bottles of hot water were empty, and the melon shells and peels were piled up like a hill, Wen Zhu looked up at the clock at nearly four o'clock, and then got up to say goodbye. The uncle didn't keep it, sent it to the gate, and suddenly looked back and said: "Wife, bring a few pairs to Zhu'er, and celebrate the New Year." ”

Wen Zhu smiled and refused: "No need, uncle." I came back in the morning and bought it. ”

The uncle said angrily: "Ah, stinky boy, look down on the old man's words, don't you?"

Wen Zhu couldn't, took the Spring Festival couplets from Grandma Wen's hand, glanced at them and praised: "What's the matter!" Uncle's character is called second in the town, and no one dares to call it first. ”

"Haha, bastard, the sycophants have made great progress!" the uncle laughed.

Wen Zhu said: "Only your uncle can afford this blessing, and others don't want to get half of it." ”

The uncle was a little puzzled when he heard this, and stretched out his head and asked, "What do you mean?"

Wen Zhu quietly replied: "Zhu'er and Uncle are the same temperament, and they will not bend to welcome people, how many people are there in the world like Uncle who is so high-spirited?"

"Hahaha。。。。。。 You brat。。。。。。 Uncle Wen's loud laughter reached the sky.

Before half past four, Wen Zhu arrived at Dong Mei's shop, the crowd on the street had receded like a tide, and Dong Mei's shop was much quieter.

Dong Mei saw that Wenzhu had come so early, so she put down what she was doing and said to the two apprentices: "Da Mei, Xiao Qiao, I'm tired of a day today, let's get off work early." ”

The two apprentices got the arrow, cleaned up a little, said hello to Wen Zhu, and went to the house with joy. Seeing that the people dispersed, Wen Zhu gave Dong Mei a massage, and the two discussed business.

Dong Mei opened her mouth and said, "A few days ago, Uncle Wen was entrusted by your father to come to my house to propose marriage, and my father made it difficult for him to leave, you should know, right?"

Wen Zhu nodded and continued to listen to Dong Mei's narration: "Zhu, my father has that bull temper, don't take it to heart." This is his personal opinion, and I am still the same person I used to be. Believe it or not. After saying that, he got up and took a few turns to ease the sinking atmosphere.

As before, dancing lightly, Wenzhu looked at it in a daze, and the fairy went down to earth like this.

Sixu floated to Dong Sanbao, hating him for being so unreasonable that he obstructed him in every possible way, but his mouth was tolerant: "How can I blame him? He is just confused for a while, and it is also for your good." It's just that how can you withstand his nagging?" but I was surprised why I said this, it should be "strange if you don't go to your heart". It can be seen that duplicity is not known to everyone, an instinct.

Dong Mei couldn't notice the slight details in this, and said heartily: "At home, I have a united front with my mother, and my father can't help us." It's strange to say, my mother dared to contradict my father for me, my mother supports you, bamboo!"

Wen Zhu doesn't know about fortune telling, the calf is righteous, and the courage to oppose dictatorship is impressive, and he is even more grateful to Dong's mother, and even remembered the proverb "The son-in-law is half a son", but forgot the more classic line "The mother-in-law looks at the son-in-law and is more happy".

"My mother also said that we are a perfect match, and we will be big in the future. She is not rare for the Wang family's money, as long as the people are good, everything can be created. "Master" is passed on to "Big Man", and the version has been upgraded.

Hearing this, the Wang family was a little eyebrows, probably referring to the Wang Zonggui family. How did the "big man" come about? But he couldn't figure it out, so Wen Zhu took the opportunity to ask: "This is what your mother said when she was sober?" What does 'big man' mean?"

"Absolutely. No one but you is in her eyes. Dong Mei Zhenzhen said the origin of the 'big man', and also brought out that the Wang family's intervention was done by her father and sister-in-law.

Wen Zhu only knew that there was a fortune telling, although he did not believe in fate, but he was very interested in the help of the masters, could it be that God really missed himself in the dark? Although it was a feudal superstition, it made Dong Mu stand on the side of Tianli, and liked Wen Zhu, and the balance would not be too tilted, otherwise Dong Mei would fight alone and die of exhaustion.

"Mei, do you believe the fortune teller?" Wen Zhu asked inadvertently, "blind" was replaced by "sir", which can be regarded as a thankful retribution.

"I don't believe it, I'm an atheist. He just said that Providence is like this, and Providence is like this, who can stop us? Wendong (Dong) Zhumei, painting if you are not a teacher' is quite in line with my wishes. ”

Dong Mei's playful optimism infected Wenzhu, such a bosom friend, where can I find it? The emotion in my heart spreads like a halo of water.

Seeing that someone came to pick up the clothes, the two of them shut down, and Dong Mei was busy entertaining the guests.

The days in winter are so short, like the cigarette butts of old smokers, they come to an end in a few puffs. Before five o'clock in the evening, he came to take over, cast a black net, and let the north wind tell each other all the way. The sun is like a cigarette butt that has been smoked, and it is powerless to go down the mountain, and the clouds in the west have lost their former demeanor, and they have disappeared after a little show. The moon was afraid of the cold, hid in the clouds, and went again with a small face.

Sending off the customer, Dong Mei counted the new clothes, and there were only six pieces, one of which was Chengbang's, and Chengbang's kid would probably have to come back from afar tonight because of a business trip.

Dong Mei stretched and said, "There's nothing to do tomorrow, and the year will pass like this." Stay with me for the first few years, bamboo. ”

"Well, be on call, and do a good job of 'three escorts' work-" Seeing Dong Mei's eyes wide, Wen Zhu hurriedly explained: "-Accompany to eat, chat and play." ”

"You stinky bamboo, you owe it to cut. Dong Mei smiled and threw over a cushion, Wen Zhu fell on the sofa with an "ah", and the two laughed on the sofa.

Dong Mei sat behind Wen Zhu, hugged Wen Zhu's waist, gently leaned her head on Wen Zhu's back, closed her eyes, and let the wind slip through her hairline. These shoulders are really broad, resisting the wind and rain, leaving warmth, allowing the woman behind her to savor it.

Dong Mei wants to keep flying in the time of the two of them like this, even if the road is far away, even if the years are long, as long as the two fly together, everything is a trivial matter.

The boundless darkness is nothing, add the gas pedal, the wheels are rolling, all of them are crushed into the part of the years, as long as the goddess behind me, happy every day, happy every day, I can do anything. Wen Zhu slowly drove the "pony and donkey", and a beam of light walked forward.

The sound of firecrackers rang out in all directions, fireworks dotted the sky, tearing apart the darkness, and the air smelled of sulfur.

When she was about to arrive at Dongjiawan, Dong Mei suggested going to the camphor forest. Wen Zhu felt that this suggestion was just right, and it was simply his own heart. The two of them had eaten a little on the street just now, and they didn't feel hungry, so they parked the car on the side road and went all the way.

On the west side of the village road is a big river, which should be called "Long River", because it is only more than ten meters wide, but the source can be traced back to the canal, which is the branch of the branch of the canal, and it is considered a great-grandchild according to the generation. It is also connected to the Wendong River, but the joint is very narrow, like the waist of a gourd.

This big river is north-south, and the Wendong River is east-west, like a "Ding" character, which is thin and long compared to the "horizontal", but the "vertical" is short and powerful.

A dirt road to the east, enough for two people to walk side by side, about 100 meters, is a camphor tree, two or three acres of fields. It is said to be a forest, probably the mark of childhood, all year round, lush, covering the sun in summer and blocking the wind in winter, a very wide area.

Wenzhu once dug out a bird's nest here, caught and sought it, played a "snapping gun", and lay among the branches of the trees in summer, not to mention how cool it was! The happy land of childhood! The camphor here has a climate, and the sparrows often nest in the trees in winter.

Someone shines it with a flashlight, the air gun kills, peels and deep-fries, it's crispy and delicious, it's just too cruel. But the villagers ignored this, and only eliminated the harm, because they saw sparrows stealing food, but did not see their extermination.

The owner of this tree is a carpenter, an urn maker, surnamed Wu, who depends on the sky for food (Koutian Wu), but in fact, he depends on the dead to make a living. At that time, the camphor was not valuable, and I always thought that making urns was a small business and could not make a fortune.

Later, I learned that Boss Wu was the big boss, and an urn earned 100 percent, and the funeral home added a few hundred percent on top of this to sell to the family of the deceased. Monopoly is equivalent to dictatorship, and the funeral home has the final say.

"Five enterprise workers are not worth one burner", not to say contribution, but income. I don't know whether to criticize the bosses of private enterprises for their deception or to praise the good deeds of the civil affairs departments, whether to criticize the civil affairs departments for their excessive payment of wages, or to sympathize with the bosses of private enterprises for saving costs. Either comment is a dereliction of duty on the part of the government. Sooner or later, people's livelihood will be the top priority of the government, and income polarization will inevitably lead to the extreme of the people, and social shocks will eventually come.

For some reason, this camphor forest was cut down by the owner within a few years, and there was not a single plant left. Later, I heard that someone had bought the camphor tree, and even the roots were required.

Camphor is made of boxes, calligraphy and painting antiques, antiseptic and insect-proof, and fresh, and injected with aura. Because the camphor itself has a kind of eternal incense, surrounded by breath, soaked over time, it should be said that the person who bought it is quite good.

That one is used to make root carvings, and it can be used to make the best use of things, but it can also be used as medicine. Root carving is a great art, which has been lost several times, and can only be rarely admired by today's people.

That time brought hundreds of thousands of income to Boss Wu, which was a sensation. But in less than ten years, the price of the camphor tree soared all the way, from a few hundred to tens of thousands, and the income of tens of millions of dollars! The sensation at that time was only a fraction of what it was later, and it was simply negligible.

"The world is changeable, no one knows, who can know if the blessings and misfortunes depend on each other?" But the boss has already fallen into the ground, and there is no need to crawl out and regret his green intestines.

Probably because the camphor tree was cut down not long ago, Xu was selling urns to make money from the dead, and the yin qi was too strong; Xu was overworked, got a terminal illness, and soon died. On the eve of his death, he thought about his grievances, and took advantage of the unpreparedness of others to burn tens of thousands of cash, leaving millions for future generations. It's really powerful to make money, but you can't afford to enjoy it, and the residual hatred is overwhelming.

The two of them helped into this camphor forest, the big one was as thick as a human waist, and the thin one was also over the arm, the dead leaves under the feet were "squeaked", and the leaves above the head were blown "rustling", which contrasted with each other, and there was a fragrance in the air.

The wind is bitterly cold in winter, but the air is cold and clear, free of impurities. Bow your head reverently, and you can smell the earth.

Wenzhu and Dong Mei leaned against a camphor tree back to back, talking about interesting stories from childhood. The lively place actually sang "You at the Same Table", Dong Mei sang the lead singer, Wenzhu gently and, the faint sadness is like a faint moonlight, I don't know when the moonlight casts a faint moon shadow from the gap in the treetops, it is dispensable, but it is really white.

After singing, the two were silent for a long time, and when they met each other, there were tears in each other's eyes. Wen Zhu liked the taste of this song, but it was not suitable for the atmosphere of the New Year, so he smiled and said: ""You at the Same Table" should be changed to "Wife at the Same Table" is the happy ending. ”

"You're bad. Dong Mei was angry, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, and she lowered her head with her back.

Such a coquettish Dong Mei is still rare, Wen Zhu impulsively hugged it, Dong Mei did not resist, and turned around meekly.

Wenzhu effortlessly found the fragrant lips, the kiss is the vanguard of love, lingering for a while. Rapid and powerful, long and suffocating, Dong Mei was about to be kissed by Wen Zhu.

The heat on Wen Zhu's body is like a train from winter to summer, directly passing through spring. Through the winter coat, you can clearly feel the ups and downs of Dong Mei's chest. It is not an exaggeration to compare lovers to "a fire in winter" in the song, "The raging fire burned me." The forbidden fruit is not far away, but Wen Zhu does not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool, and the mistake of ignorance and rudeness must not be made a second time.

With the afterglow of love, Wenzhu returned home, and when he saw his father waiting downstairs, he was very surprised, and he was moved by surprise. Wen Chang asked, "Xiaomei didn't come?" Wen Zhu nodded, "The food is warm in the pot." After saying that, he went up to the second floor of the West Wing in disappointment.

Wen Zhu was stunned in the middle of the room, and it took a while to come to his senses. Hehe, I can't see it, the dad who usually doesn't make a sound, also understands the allusions of "cutting first and then playing", "the wood has become a boat", and "raw rice is cooked and ripe". Although it was a little dirty, Wen Zhu couldn't hate his father, so he nibbled on a steamed bun and went upstairs.

Wen Hui slept in another room, he was asleep at the moment, but the TV was on, Li Guyi sang "Nobody Sleeps Tonight", Wen Zhu turned off the TV and helped Wen Hui wash the futon.

Maybe this was deliberately arranged by his father, Wen Zhu thought nonsense while lying on the bed. I suddenly remembered a certain master's "hemispheric theory" of love, which was also incisive. It is said that every lover is a hemisphere, and two people come together, just like two hemispheres coincide. There is always a run-in period, after the run-in period, the two hemispheres dissolve into a ball, then the love is completed, and you can enter the marriage.

If the difference in the radius of the two hemispheres is too large, it is bound to become a ball, twisted together, and it is inevitable to stumble, and as a result, everyone is scarred, so it is better to separate as soon as possible and give each other a piece of pure land.

Most of the love is in between the two, such as you fancy my pocket, I am obsessed with your appearance, good and bad, tolerate each other, but can also go to the end.

What kind of person do I belong to Dong Mei? We have been running in for more than ten years, and it is estimated that the ball is completely seamless, and it has long been integrated. No, more than ten years ago, I was still a hairy child, and I didn't know what kind of love I loved, but I couldn't find the boundary between friendship and love.

No one sleeps tonight, count me as one, trance Chinese bamboo remembered that there were so many people on the other side of the ocean, the mouth grinned, the head tilted, the dream broke a hole, headless and brainlessly covered, wanted to move but could not move, consciousness was like a cloud, circling in the sky, stopped in the sky above Suzhou.