Chapter 82 I remembered a dream and woke up on the side of the road

Huanghuai rainy three watches,

Hate complains that the sky is ruthless.

Drizzling outside the window,

Weeping and grieving.

In the middle of the night, the trees shake in the wind,

Simu cried three times.

The rain was dripping down, and Fan Ermao's heart was also dripping with blood. The return of his aunt did not bring him the slightest joy, but pain and confusion filled his heart. He was distressed by his aunt's departure soon, and he was confused about how he would live without his aunt. He knew in his heart that as long as his aunt was in the ground, he would have to embark on the road of wandering and begging again.

After the news of Laifu's return spread, the old and young masters of the village came to visit the widow and aunt. Fan Ermao has been running around in a busy way these days, and when he is tired, he feels more relaxed.

Thoughts sway actions. This Fan Ermao thought about the future in his heart, so he naturally behaved. So since the widow and aunt came back, they took out the drum from time to time to play with it in their spare time.

Coincidentally, Chen Hong took Chen Xue and Sanni to the widow's aunt's house to play that night, Sanni was tinkering with Ermao's singing book, Ermao went back to the back room on a whim and took out the drum, set up the war drum and sang: "The south wind is hot, the north wind is cool, sing the children's crying hall." The coffin in the mourning hall was pitch black, and the children's tears were dripping down. "Smack!" Fan Ermao knocked on the shocked wood, and then pulled a long voice and sang: "Huang Huai is rainy and rainy, and he hates to complain that the sky is ruthless. Outside the window, the drizzle was dripping, and I was still weeping and grieving. In the middle of the night, the trees shook in the wind, and Simu cried three times. Bang..."I heard Ermao hold his sad voice and sing: "Shout a mother, call a mother, mother." Zha sat in front of the mourning hall and burst into tears, crying, sighing, and his heart was like a knife. The child hopes that his mother will live for a hundred years, but who knows that his mother will die and leave me. Although it is only separated by a wooden plank, it is difficult for children to see their mother. Crying, mother, mother, open your eyes and look at the children wearing linen and filial piety, and the crying in front of the spirit shook the sky. Look left and right. The coffin was gloomy and miserable. Staring at the mother is no longer alive, I only feel the flood and fire when I close my eyes, and when I open my eyes, I see the ghost and magic. The heart is in a trance, and the liver and intestines are broken. Mother, mother, get up and take a look at me..."Ermao sang with tears already coming out of his eyes, and his expression was sad. I heard him continue to sing: "Mother, mother, the first month of the first month is the first month, I heard that my mother is seriously ill, so I hurried to the house." The mourning hall is located in the courtyard. February mile comeFebruary 2, your child kneels before the spirit, crying and shouting, and I don't know where my mother is. March came March 3, and the cry before the spirit was choked. The cry went straight up to the sky, and I didn't know where my mother was. April is the eighth day of the new year, your child is in tears, the mother's kindness is greater than the sky, and the child has not repaid it. May mile came to the Dragon Boat Festival. Your child is so miserable, people have a mother to tell their hearts, and I don't have a mother to tell anyone. June is coming June six, and your child is so uncomfortable. There are mothers in other families who are filial, and children have no mothers to communicate with tears. July mile July 7, the child misses his mother's tears and sorrows, reminiscing about his mother's good past. I don't want my mother to return to the West. August mile August 8, the child wants to cry his mother, and the shadow of his mother appears in front of him. Si Niang's heart is like a knife. In September, I came to Chongyang, missed my mother and cried, I missed my mother during the day, and I missed my mother at night. October miles come October 1st, burning paper and kneeling in the graveyard. Crying to find my mother, I don't know where my mother is. In November, the cold wind is blowing, and the snow is falling in front of the door, and the sky is overwhelmingly white. December is coming for a whole year, every family is reunited, people are happy for the New Year, and your children are in tears. From the first and second days of the first year to the third day of the new year, every household pays New Year's greetings, everyone worships their mothers, who do your children give New Year's greetings, mother, why do you want to leave me, complain and hate, let go of your hands, you go so far, so far..." The grief and anger of these days have been released, and the depressed mood has been soothed.

Look at a few more people who listen to the book, and they all wash their faces with tears. The widow and aunt had a gloomy face, and she didn't look at Ermao, leaving a few people and getting up and going back to the back room.

At this time, Chen Hong sat there and looked at Fan Ermao crying, her face full of tears, thinking that there must be something between Fan Ermao and the widow and aunt, and I couldn't see what happened for a while. Thinking about wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he got up and said, "Ermao, my aunt is resting, you can go to sleep too." Here we go. As he spoke, he motioned for Chen Xue and Sanni to leave.

The servants went out of the gate and listened to Ermao bolt the gate. I saw Chen Hong pull Sanni and said: "Sanni, I haven't seen Ermao smile since I came back from Aunt Laifu, look at the way this turtle grandson sings and cries, have you two seen it before?" ”

"Nope!" Chen Xue and Sanni said in unison.

"Eighty percent is Laifu's aunt, what's the matter? I can't say what it is, but it's not a good thing anyway. Chen Hong continued.

"Why don't you hurry up and ask Ermao tomorrow?" Sanni said.

"Don't ask. When asked, he didn't say. Minghei also came, and asked Aunt Fu, maybe the aunt could speak. ”

"I'll see you there." As they spoke, they went home in the dark.

Besides, Ermao sent the servants away, and when he came back to the house, he felt top-heavy and his head was buzzing. So he didn't clean up anymore, but turned around and went into his room and went to sleep.

When he got up the next day, Ermao walked out of the room in a daze and came to the hall and saw that the door of his aunt's house was open. Ermao walked in and saw that her aunt was not in the house, so she couldn't help but be shocked, and turned around and ran towards the kitchen.

When I entered the kitchen, I saw my aunt cooking a pot. Fan Ermao said: "Auntie, why don't you call me?" What are you cooking when you're not well? Go back to the house. I cook. ”

"It's okay, how can I always lie in bed and not move, I don't want to live in the hospital because they don't let them move, hang the hanging needle bottle every day, you say that if this person is inactive, and he has infusions every day, he will be half-dead if he doesn't die. When I came home, I felt much stronger and more relaxed, I could cook, wash clothes, and move my muscles and bones better than anything else. "The widow spoke while she lit the fire, and she was refreshed.

Ermao looked good at her aunt and felt a lot more comfortable. So he walked to the stove and took his aunt's hand, pulled the widow and aunt up, and then said with a smile: "Auntie, I am much more relieved if you say this, but you should not do this cooking and laundry work, what work can't I do as a young and strong person?" I can still use you to intervene, so you might as well go back to the house. Maybe I heard that you're back, and someone will come to you to say hello later, so go back to the house. As he spoke, he pushed his aunt aside and sat down in front of the stove. Then he grabbed a handful of dry firewood and sent it to the stove, and as soon as the dry firewood was delivered to the stove, Ermao saw several semicircular planks burning in the stove at a glance. Ermao threw away the dry firewood, found a straight stick and flicked the semicircular planks to take a look. I felt my blood pouring up, "Who burned my drum?" Ermao involuntarily squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

"Me, what's wrong? See! Then the widow's aunt, who was about to reach the door of the kitchen, turned around and replied sharply, with a serious expression on her face.

This expression shook Ermao all of a sudden. Fan Ermao had never seen such a serious face of his aunt, Ermao looked at the widow and aunt in a daze, and the blood that had just surged up flowed back to his heels, like a deflated ball.

"Do you know why you burned this broken drum?" The widow with a blue face looked at Fan Ermao and asked sharply.

"Oh... Oh...? Fan Ermao's throat was dry, and the words squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Oh oh what? What do I ask you? ”

"No... I don't know. ”

"I don't know why. Well, I'll tell you. The widow said with a serious expression, "May I ask you?" What are you doing here? ”

"Oh..." The blood on Ermao's body surged upwards again, and his face turned red all of a sudden. Learn from you. ”

"Learning? So let me ask you, how many years have you been here, what have you learned? The widow stared at Ermao and asked, with a serious expression.

Ermao blushed and lowered his head.

"I don't have anything to answer. I see that you have learned nothing, only male thieves and female prostitutes, and you are lowly and lowly. Beat a broken drum all day long, and sing nonsense with a broken voice. I think you can sing it all day? Since you have learned from me, you have to relax and study wholeheartedly. You can pour it and eat it from the bowl. Looking at the pot, half-hearted, absent-minded, when will you be able to learn? "The widow is one step closer. Still staring at Fan Ermao, he said in a heavy voice: "Auntie, I am an ancient person, do you know why I have to go home?" Do you know? As she spoke, tears gleamed in the widow's eyes.

"Ermao, a person does not live only for himself in the world. Man has to live with a face. The tree has to live with a skin. The road has to be passed, and the next season of rain will come. A person's face is meant to be seen, not to be pulled. The living bark of the tree is to keep the skill strong and the branches and leaves, so that it will not fall down when the wind blows. If you want to go on the road, you can't go back. If it rains, the earth will have nothing but to bear, and there will be no earth to hide. Ermao, people often say that where to cut firewood in the mountain, peace of mind can be enjoyed, and there is giving to gain. It's good for you to learn this and think about that, half-heartedly, people don't live for a long time, and everything will be as good as a master, why do people often say that all can be poor, and those who enjoy happiness are big stupid worms? Stupid people don't think much, they only seek a refinement. As long as people make one diligent improvement in their lives, they are still worried that they will have nothing to eat. From the eight-character numerology, why are the gods and goddesses extremely smart, but they are often poor and riddled with foreign debts? The reason is very simple, that is, the smart brain of the clever god man lacks patience and cannot be diligent and single-minded, so the person who is prosperous is often wasted and has a shallow life.

Ermao, in this life, the road is to go forward, you can't go back, the road is going forward, when you look back, you can only take a look, look back on the past process, and then turn around or go forward, and go back to get neither liberation nor good results! The widow's words slowed down, but tears rolled down her pale cheeks.

"Ermao, in this life, what kind of life path should be taken is destined, and it is also chosen by oneself. Since you have chosen to take this road, you must continue to move forward unswervingly, even if this road is vertical and horizontal, even if it is a sea of swords and fires, you must move forward. You have to learn to open roads in the mountains, build bridges in rivers, and repair bridges and roads just to move forward. Who can not take the bumpy road in this life? You have to learn that no matter how great the suffering is, you have to break your front teeth and swallow it in your stomach. No matter how hard and tired you are, only you know, no matter what, don't go back! The widow said with tears in her eyes, and her voice was sad, "Ermao, you already know that your aunt will die soon, I hope you can learn this little thing in my stomach during my life in the world, and when I am no longer in this world, you will have a job." The widow said these words in one breath, sighed with relief, and turned and walked out of the kitchen, her tearful face pale and dull, and her heavy steps were weak and weak, and she dragged with difficulty to the hall. Entering the hall, the widow held the corner of the table with one hand and the wall with the other, and then sat down slowly and with difficulty on the small stool, breathing a long sigh of relief, and tears flowed down Zhou Zheng's plump cheeks again.

When the back of the aunt disappeared, his tears could no longer stop flowing out of his eyes.

At this time, Fan Ermao sat in front of the stove and slowly lowered his head, buried his head in the crotch of his pants, his heart was empty, and tears fell to the ground in front of the stove.

On this day, Ermao's mood was heavy, he didn't dare to look at his aunt's eyes again, he was afraid that he would not be able to suppress the sadness in his heart when he touched that serious and warm gaze, and he avoided this slow day.

Remembering a dream back then,

Wake up from a dream by the side of the road.

Wandering figure list,

Don't know where your home is, where is the road going?

It's so hesitant....

Disheartened and unknowing,

Emptiness, emptiness, and a leisurely heart.

Twilight looked back and thought of my father.

Faltering to his hometown.

I don't have the courage to move forward.

It's you who stretch out a warm hand,

Your heart is so big,

You're the one who led me home. (To be continued......)