Chapter Seventy-Nine: After crying, I asked the reason why love came and hated, and it was the end

I hate the heavens and have no longevity,

The wind blows the peach blossoms.

Red flowers are everywhere to step on,

Heartbreaking, so distressed.

The men in the village stepped on the white snow and returned to the village one after another to meet the sound of the cannon of the young year's memorial stove king. When the man of the Xinghua family walked into the gate of his yard, it was already the afternoon of the twenty-third day of the lunar month.

Xinghua was cleaning the stove when she heard the laughter of the children outside, and then heard the familiar voice of the man from the yard to the hall, and then from the hall to her. Xinghua smiled and took off her coat, looking up and down at her man, the man was in a suit and leather shoes, with a straight figure, delicate and slender, and a handsome face revealing the breath of a mature man. Apricot Blossom happily watched her man, like admiring a beautiful vase, back and forth, left and right, looking in circles, if it weren't for the children surrounding him to ask for this and that, she would really want to pull him into the house and tear him up and eat him.

She pouted and looked in circles at her man, who was bewildered by her actions. So, he asked with a calm face: "Are the New Year's goods ready?" Xinghua broke free from the joy and replied with a smile: "When you are ready, you are left to leave, you are home, everything is ready." ”

The first half of the night in Xinghua's house was the joy and laughter of the family, and the second half of the night was the joyful ouch of the woman, and the sound came out of the dilapidated tiled house wave after wave, floating in the night sky.

The day after the Xinghua man returned home, on the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month, Chen Hong called him over. Chen Hong told all the things about Xinghua and Ermao to the Xinghua man, so there is no need to say anything.

That night, the lights of Xinghua's house were bright until dawn, and until the morning of the twenty-fifth day of the lunar month, Xinghua's house was still closed, and the door was closed all day. There was no movement.

On the morning of the twenty-sixth day of the lunar month, the door of Xinghua's house suddenly opened. The adults and children of the Xinghua family were all dressed in brand new clothes, carrying large bags and small packages, the man walked forward with a gloomy face, followed by the laughing children out of the village, Xinghua walked at the end, when she looked back at the village for the last time, tears slid down Junxiu's cheeks, the jaw that had lost a tooth bit her upper lip deadly, and a drop of bright red blood flowed down the corner of her mouth and slid down the tears. She glanced fiercely at the village, then turned angrily and disappeared into the road leading to the city in the cold wind.

The desolate singing came from afar...

Crying,

Tears don't dry,

Let the tears and blood wash away the pale face.

forgot,

No nostalgia.

Let the bleeding heart ache,

Forget the pain of heartbreak yesterday.

hated,

No nostalgia.

I don't look back when I tear my heart apart,

Let the wound dry in the wind.

The heart is broken,

Tears don't dry.

Let the tears and blood wash away the pale face.

Someday.

The magpie would fly to me singing.

One day,

I'll come back to you with a smile,

Send a sweet face to lick for you to lick.

…

By the time Chen Hong went to Xinghua's house to see what was going on, Xinghua's family was already the iron general's door. Both gates were locked.

Chen Hong's man walked into the door with tired steps on the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, put down his baggage when he entered the house, walked to the front of the hall, sat down and took out a cigarette from his pocket with a gloomy face. lit a cigarette, took a slow puff, and then asked coldly, "Are all the New Year's goods ready?" Chen Hong looked at the tired man and didn't ask questions. Turn around and walk towards the stove room.

The children looked at their father's majestic and gloomy face, and were so frightened that they did not dare to enter the house, and the little swallows gathered around the door to steal the packages brought back by their father who looked like a plague in the house. But when they saw their father looking up at them, they scattered like birds.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Ermao walked out of the yard in brand new clothes, and a clear sky appeared in front of him. Ermao walked to Chen Hong's house after leaving the hospital, although he knew that she would ignore him when he went to her house, but he still wanted to go and see, one was the first day of the rural New Year, and the first day of the New Year in the countryside was to ask each other about the New Year, and then he also wanted to ask Chen Hong's man what the outside world was like, he often thought that he was like a frog lying in the well, only seeing the sky at the wellhead, he was like an ancient man in the next world, and he didn't know anything.

Walking into Chen Hong's house, Chen Hong's man sat in front of the table smoking a cigarette with a solemn expression. Seeing Ermao walk in, his buttocks moved, and he said expressionlessly: "Happy New Year!" Have a seat. ”

Ermao found a stool and sat down, took the cigarette handed over by Chen Hong's man, then groped for a match from his pocket and lit the cigarette. Ermao took a puff, the smoke went down his throat into his lungs, and he didn't come back in one breath, and he coughed.

"This smoke is strong, take it slowly."

"I can't smoke, I haven't smoked often, so don't smoke anymore." Ermao extinguished the fireworks as he spoke, and then looked at Chen Hong's man, thinking about what to ask, but when his eyes touched Chen Hongman's face, the words in his mouth swallowed back.

Ermao sat for a while and felt bored, stood up and said goodbye to Chen Hong's man, and walked out the door. As soon as Ermao walked to the middle of the courtyard, Chen Hong greeted him from the kitchen door, turned his head and said to the hall: "I'll go out and hang out, and I'll be back in a while." ”

Doya coughed, but said no more.

Ermao walked in front, Chen Hong also walked out of the gate, and just turned the gate, he heard Chen Hong say in a very low voice: "Xinghua's family has moved away, you don't want to be comfortable anymore." Chen Hong looked at Ermao's face and said coldly: "Hmph! "Yes.

"Why?"

"His man knows what she's done!"

"Who said that?"

"Me! I told her about the man's. What's up? The sweetheart is gone, and the heart is deep. Chen Hong said sarcastically.

"You..., you..." Ermao felt a rush of blood rushing to his head, and his face turned red to the root of his ears. It was like stepping on a landmine under his feet, and he couldn't shake it, Ermao stood still and didn't move, his eyes looked at Chen Hong blankly, his mind was blank, his throat was itchy, but he couldn't speak.

"Scared, aren't you? If you know you're scared, don't do that dirty thing. Chen Hong looked at him coldly and said with disdain.

"I..." Ermao squatted down with his head in his hands, burying his head in the crotch of his pants.

Wait until he recovers. Chen Hong has already writhed her fat buttocks and walked away. After a while, Ermao slowly stood up, and then walked home with heavy steps.

All day on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Ermao lay in bed and didn't move, his mind was like a movie, replaying his past memories over and over again. From the time the aunt accepted him, one by one women appeared in front of him, laughing, crying, and scolding. is snuggling him, caressing him, coquettish in his arms, and flattering with disgust. He remembered the cruelty of the flying foot, the coldness of people's eyes when they spit on him. He tried hard to forget, but he couldn't erase the memories. Ermao thought about it, recalling, and the sour water in his heart was churning and surging up one after another, and tears involuntarily burst out of his eyes. Tears slid down his cheeks, he couldn't hold back his tears, let the tears drip and tick, and finally couldn't help crying. Heart-rending voices echoed through the windows out of the tiled house, until he fell asleep weeping and groggy when he woke up to find it dark.

The sporadic sound of artillery in the distance came one after another, and Ermao raised his buzzing head and sat up. He wiped away the tears with his hand. Then he got out of bed and lit the oil lamp.

This year was spent in horror.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the men in the village went out one after another with their bags. The village is back to its old days, the women are busy with their homes and fields, the children are singing songs to school with their school bags, and the birds are continuing to fly.

Ermao also continued his boring life.

The departure of the apricot blossom made Ermao very depressed, he helplessly recalled the passion of the apricot blossom again and again, the unrestrained recollection of the apricot blossom, the recollection of the apricot blossom unscrupulously released the enchanting demonic desire in the depths of the body, the enchanting water-like continuous tenderness burned his body and mind again and again, so that he dissolved in the chest of the apricot blossom like snow again and again, and the soft tits of the apricot blossom like snow remained in his memory forever, and he could not forget it until he died.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, when he heard the words that came out of Chen Hong's mouth, he instantly thundered like five thunders, and his heart was shattered at once. But after the Spring Festival, when he saw Chen Hong again, he didn't have too much resentment in his heart. On the contrary, there is a thing that makes Ermao feel happy, since the fifteenth day of the first month, Chen Hong began to talk to him, and every time he saw him, he was still smiling like before, as if the matter of apricot blossoms had not happened at all, this quiet change in attitude made Ermao Zhang's second monk scratch his head.

The village where the men went out was naturally the world of the women.

The tiled house of Ermao's family was full of laughter again at night. Chen Hong took Chen Xue and Sanni to Ermao's house at night, three women in one play, and Ermao was also a troublemaker.

The night of spring is still cool, so a few women into the house on Ermao's broken bed, burning the oil lamp Kan Dashan, Ermao sat on the bench on the ground and listened to their parents and westerners chattering, he listened to them quietly, and then looked at their peach blossom-like red faces, he admired them one by one, the dim red light shone on their faces, revealing a hazy beauty.

But after a few women left, Ermao's heart returned to the cold world again, and he got into the quilt with the residual heat of the woman, and couldn't help but miss the unrestrained apricot blossoms sadly. He couldn't sleep night after night, and stayed until he fell asleep, when the leisurely wandering soul seemed to lift the clothes in front of the chest of apricot blossoms like snow, it was naturally a spring dream again, and the wet mucus in the pants stuck between his legs, until the next day, Ermao changed his pants and put on clothes, and started a new day of slow life.

In the first year of the nineties of the twentieth century, the spring breeze blew, the earth recovered, and the scenery of the spring garden was the most sultry. When Ermao's heart burns at night and misses the apricot blossoms, it is Chen Hong who can slowly let Ermao's burning heart go.

Since Chen Hong left, her tense heart has also relaxed. When she walked into the tiled house of Ermao's house, her face was filled with the smile that should have been in spring. Her plump face was ruddy and seductive, bright and sultry. When she looked at Ermao with a smile and spoke, Ermao's heart involuntarily rippled, and most of her heart that missed her apricot blossoms like snow faded, and then she squinted her eyes and looked at Chen Hong carefully. Ermao vacated two thoughts, and only prepared a complete atrium to wait for the attachment to Chen Hong.

After crying, I asked why,

Love comes and goes, it's the end.

The wind and rain are still beating the trees,

Apricot blossoms are still like snow in spring. (To be continued......)