Under the shroud of the red sky and bloody dusk, the people of the village at the bottom of the mountain gathered around Hongxing's corpse, looked at it in horror, and kept shouting Hongxing's name. Wang Jicai was overwhelmed with grief and wailed! In the crop field, corn stalks, stems and leaves were all over the place, chaotic and messy. Crimson blood splattered on the dark green and vigorous corn stalks, stems and leaves around them.

These corns, who don't know the warmth and coldness of the world, are draped in blood and flutter in the wind. Blood flowed everywhere on the ground, staining the corn stalks, stems and leaves, and weeds that had fallen on the ground, and staining the land of the village at the bottom of the mountain.

Suddenly, a yin wind swirled around the corpse of the red apricot. The yin wind revolved around the corpse of the red apricot, and the wind became stronger and stronger, blowing the corn corpse around the red apricot, the weeds on the ground, and the debris all danced, spinning and dancing, making a "woo woo woo" whistling sound, and in an instant people's hair and clothes were shaved and shaking, and towels and hats also flew up, and the dust and debris smashed on people's faces, clothes, and patches of corn stalks, making a "sa sa sha" sound.

The people covered their faces and retreated, and Wang Jicai suddenly fell to the ground on his back. The whirlwind blew bigger and bigger, twisting into a round black column of wind with a diameter of several meters, whistling, spinning and climbing high into the air, and the corn carcasses, weeds, debris, and sand that it was carrying flew all over the sky, making a terrifying whistling sound, and rushed towards the red sky.

People stood aside, swayed by the wind, supporting each other, looking up in horror at the black pillar of wind that was rising and gradually burrowing into the crimson clouds.

Shocked, people unexpectedly realized together: "This is, the ghost of the red apricot has ascended to heaven!"

At the center of the black wind's rotation, the smoke was cloudy...... , Hongxing stood up from the pool of blood, watched her father Wang Jicai crawl on top of her and howled and cried bitterly, and then pushed her father away fiercely, pushing her father to the side with his back to the sky. She thought: "You have raised me for 20 years, and now I have paid off your 20 years of parenting debt with one life, and now you have ruined my family, separated husband, separated flesh and blood, and separated by yin and yang." Now, I don't owe you anything. ”

She looked at these simple villagers at the bottom of the mountain again, calling to her one after another, surrounding her body, and couldn't bear to leave.

Since she married into this mountain bottom village with deep love, she loves her husband, her son, her father-in-law, mother-in-law, her family, she loves every grass and tree in this mountain bottom village, she loves even a bird on the eaves of her house, and naturally she also loves the simple people of these mountain bottom villages. And the people of this Shandi Village also like this beautiful daughter-in-law who married from Huangling Village, people like her to be beautiful and cultured, and versatile, who can sing and dance, has a good voice, and is the heroine of the amateur troupe of Shandi Village.

How much joy she has brought to the people of Shandi Village! As soon as she appeared, these people of Shandi Village, who were not accustomed to using applause as an expression of their thoughts and feelings to praise others and express their enthusiasm, could not help but applaud warmly, accompanied by bursts of melodious and crisp whistles.

This is their reward for the wonderful and beautiful performance of the red apricot. So they like red apricots, and red apricots like them. However, today, the loveliest and most beautiful "star" in the minds of the people of the village at the bottom of the mountain is tragically falling in this messy pool of blood.

The people of Shandi Village are reluctant to leave their female stars, and Hongxing is also unwilling to leave her fellow villagers and fans who love her the most simplely. She stood beside her corpse silently looking at these men, women, old and young, for a long time, and then, trembling with tears, floated into the air.......

Liu Manzhu absconded to the city and met a kind-hearted boiler master. After lunch, the boiler master led Liu Manzhu to the boiler room, handed him a trolley, gave him a shovel, and asked him to load the ashes in the boiler onto the trolley with a shovel, and then pushed the trolley to walk a hundred meters and dump it in a large garbage dump.

According to the instructions of the boiler burner, he began to climb on the ash outlet at the bottom of the big boiler in the boiler room, dig up the ash with a shovel, and then fill the car with a spade and shovel, push it to the garbage dump to dump, and then return to continue digging. In order not to be discovered, he silently walked with his head down and worked with his head down. After finishing his work, he went to a secluded place and secretly hid.

Liu Manzhu is industrious by nature, working carefully and meticulously, this very simple work is naturally difficult for him, he is doing it quickly and well, when the ashes are dug up, he will use the broom to clean the yard, scrub the boiler room, see that the small cart wheel is a little wrong, and disassemble to help repair the wheel, every day to dig out the furnace ash clean, the yard, boiler room to clean spotless. The boiler burner was very satisfied with his lively work.

When it was night, the boiler master asked him, "Where are you going to sleep?" and he said, "Master, you don't have to worry about me, I have a way." ”

When the unit got off work, people gathered in groups with small bags on their backs and left the unit on bicycles, leaving empty buildings, the corridors were quiet, the yards were quiet, he climbed to the clean steps, and lay down for the night.

The night of the city is a kaleidoscope, and the streets are full of colors and colors. Liu Manzhu is eager to go out and see the paradisiacal night scene of this big city. So he quietly climbed up the steps and slipped out to the side of the street, hiding behind the trees on both sides of the street, and secretly watching the night view of the city streets.

He heard that this was a provincial capital, and how beautiful the night view of this big city was! The starry and colorful lights were like the starry sky when he looked up on a clear night in the village at the bottom of the mountain.

Although it is nighttime, the streets are still full of traffic. In particular, on the tall buildings, the dazzling lights emitted by the holes and windows are like strings of bright pearls hanging high, and like towering mountains in the night, the mountains are full of golden gems, crystal clear, and shining! There is really a sense of "suspicion that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days"! It is both mysterious and beautiful!

Every bright window in that mysterious high-rise represents a family! How happy the people there are! They are alive in heaven. Looking down and thinking about himself, his wife has been separated and his family is ruined...... , he suddenly remembered the poem he had read about the fallen emperor Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty:

“…… Alone without the railing,

Infinite rivers and mountains, sometimes easy to see, sometimes difficult.

Flowing water and flowers are gone in spring, in heaven and on earth!"

He bowed his head, full of sorrow, and had no intention of enjoying the night scene anymore, feeling that he was no longer qualified to enjoy the beauty of this beautiful day. With his head lowered and his heavy steps dragged back, he returned to a building next to the boiler room and lay down on the steps for the night. Like a stray dog, curled up, head to tail, breathing up and down on its stomach and falling asleep.

The next day he had another day of ashes, and he finally had another day to fill his stomach. He thought that now he could only live secretly, and he could live one day at a time.

One night, the moonlight was bright, and the white silver glow and the colorful street lamps of the streets reflected the flowers and colors of the city streets. He couldn't help but walk greedily to the side of the street.

The evening breeze is blowing, and the rows of weeping willows on the side of the road are swaying in the wind, graceful and colorful. The street lamps reflect the reflection of the weeping willows on the ground, and the shadows on the buildings are flickering and swimming. Under the weeping willows and among the flowers, a couple of couples are talking sweetly and talking about love.

It was the country that had just been reformed and opened up, and this ancient nation had survived a long and harsh winter, and had entered a spring when the glaciers thawed, the earth warmed up, and a hundred flowers bloomed. People are freed from decades of human famine and return to nature. He began to respect the natural laws of nature, and gave people the right to live in common with thousands of species in the world. Therefore, in the evening, a day's work and leisure, a pair of young men and women in the season of flowers, they rushed out of the closed graph paper-style expression of feelings, bravely came together to boldly pour out their hearts and express their love.

There was a young man and a girl, under the cover of the big tree, with the help of slender willows, for a long time, feverishly hugging and kissing. Liu Manzhu stared at this happy couple blankly, distractedly, and for a long time, and couldn't help but touch the memories of his own love experience.......

He and Hongxing are not in love with each other like glue and fascinated.

He remembered the first time he wrote a letter to Hongxing. That was after going to Huangling Village to find Hongxing. The letter was written for seven nights, and it was torn and torn and written, and two large books were used for the light manuscript paper, and the crumpled balls of manuscript paper were spread all over the floor. I don't know how to write, how to express, what words to use to impress the heart of a beautiful girl, what kind of language to use to express my love like a volcano, and the excitement like a galloping horse.

"I remember when I was in high school, my teachers praised my essays and posted them on the back wall of the classroom for students to read," he thought. Why is it that now it has suddenly become too much to speak, and the words are not enough? The words in my stomach seem to have evaporated in an instant, and I can't think of a beautiful word that is just right for me. No matter how I wrote it, I felt very dissatisfied. ”

He held his head and thought about it for several days, working during the day and dreaming at night to think about love letters, after a few days of hard thinking and hard work, this first love letter was finally officially written off the draft, although I feel that there are still many unsatisfactory and unsatisfactory places, but it is already "Qian donkey skills are poor, Jiang Lang is exhausted". So I went to the village supply and marketing cooperative, bought an envelope and a stamp, put the letter in the envelope, pasted the stamp properly, and rode to the post and telecommunications office of the weeds commune to send it.

After the letter was sent, he felt much more relaxed, as if a thousand pounds of weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and with a long sigh of relief, he rode back to the village at the bottom of the mountain.

But when he got up the next morning, he began to feel uneasy again. He thought: "Can Hongxing receive his letter? Will the postman lose the letter? Will this letter go to Huangling Village and be secretly opened by the people of the brigade, or will it be pressed down and not given to Hongxing? Will Hongxing already have a sweetheart? This series of problems, one is more serious than the other, and all of these problems are possible, so what should I do?......?" He was in a tangled mood, but he had no good plan, so he could only resign himself to fate and see what he had created.

After a while, he thought again: "What would Hongxing think if she received the letter?...... What kind of attitude will it be?...... I hate it?...... Can't look down on me?...... No, although it is said that 'a girl's heart is a cloud in the sky!' is unpredictable and unpredictable, but from the way she looked at me, the fiery, fiery eyes burned me all over my body, and I could vaguely read the beating girl's heart, as if she had paid attention to me, or at least did not dislike me. But will she write back to me?"

He counted the days with his fingers while working every day, so he hoped that it would be dark during the day, hoping that the day would pass quickly, because this day was full of "black words" called by crows, and at night he hoped that the new day would come soon, and that there would be magpies singing on the branches to report the good news. So he passed the day in worry, anxiety, and anticipation.

Three days passed, ten days passed, half a month passed, and a month passed, and the fire slowly became gentle and weak from the original raging flame, and finally it was dying. He felt that this matter was yellow, "It's the night of the 30th looking forward to the moon—there's no hope!"

After another period of time, one morning, Liu Manzhu was squatting in the yard chopping firewood, when he suddenly heard a person shouting at the gate: "Liu Manzhu, there is your letter!" Liu Manzhu threw down the axe and ran to the gate. When I arrived at the gate, it turned out to be a postman dressed in green.

The postman asked him, "Are you Liu Manzhu?"

Liu Manzhu agreed: "Yes, I am Liu Manzhu." ”

So the postman pulled out a letter from a satchel on his grass-green bicycle, handed it to him, and flew off in the car.

Liu Manzhu took the letter and looked at it, and the sender's address column on the envelope clearly read: "Huangling Village, Wild Grass Commune." He was in a burst of ecstasy, and his blood rushed to the top of his head! His heart was beating like thunder, and he trembled like chaff! He hurried back to the little house where he lived, holding the letter in both hands, and closed the door, and leaned straight against the door, panting and uneasy.

I don't know if this letter is auspicious or evil? He didn't dare to open the envelope. Finally, he turned around and closed the door, folded his hands, narrowed his eyes, and said silently in his heart: "God bless, God bless!" After finishing abruptly, he took off his shoes suddenly, ran to the kang, lay down on his back, leaned on the cover roll with his upper body, adjusted his breathing, and then slowly tore open the envelope, his heart was about to jump to his throat, his hands trembled violently, and his heart kept chanting, "God bless! God bless! Don't reject me!"

The two pieces of letter paper slowly trembled and took out of the envelope little by little, and a line of handwriting came into view: "Dear ......" Liu Manzhu's head "buzzed", and all the blood in his body surged to the top of his head!

“…… When I received your letter, my heart was surging and I couldn't calm down for a long time. I remember the first time we met, they pushed me in front of you, and the song you sang was really embarrassing......。 You have won glory for your village and won the first ,...... I was deeply impressed by your demeanor, and I will never forget your beautiful voice and witty and humorous performance. I love your songs, I love your slips...... Looking forward to your reply! ”

Liu Manzhu read the letter in one breath, got up with a grunt, ran to the ground, rushed out of the door, stood in the courtyard, raised his arms high, and shouted wildly, and then his face was covered with tears of joy, and he squatted down with his hands on his face, and let out a low and happy sob.

Liu Manzhu's grandmother hurriedly held on to the door frame, walked out of the house tremblingly on crutches, stood on the stone steps and asked Liu Manzhu eagerly: "Child, what's wrong with you, do you have a fever and a cold?"