Chapter 14 * Marriage

When I got home, my grandmother asked me, "Would you like it or not?" I bowed my head and said, "No." Grandma asked deeply, "Is it because people are not good-looking?" I said, "No." Grandma asked again, "Is it because people are not innocent enough?" And I said, "No." Grandma was even more surprised: "Why is that?" I burst into tears: "That's because I don't want to live like a mortal." Grandma said in Yanshiren's local dialect: "You recruit, the whole village has already said it." This time you have to be willing to be willing, and if you are not willing, you have to be willing to be the bridegroom's official and enter the cave room. Think about it yourself, because you're seventeen or eighteen, at this age. ”

I was speechless, standing alone in the courtyard of the mansion in the cold winter, the wind blowing hot tears and yellow leaves. I don't know whether to laugh or cry, but what I should laugh at is that the locals look up to me so much, don't dislike me so much, let me get married, settle down, and settle down in this village. What I should cry about is that from now on, I am afraid that I will no longer be able to live alone and freely, I will no longer be able to read "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" at night, and I will no longer be a scholar who is drunk alone, I am afraid that I will become an ordinary man like other farmers in the village.

While I was standing alone in the courtyard of the deep house, imagining my future direction, in the village, women and old men and wives, young men and young men and little boys and girls were standing at the door of Xuan's house to discuss the matter, as if they were holding a square meeting. Almost every one of them said something like this: "He has to be willing if he is willing, and he has to be willing if he is not willing, even *he has to be put in a sedan chair.* At this time, Xuan's daughter smiled happily, and he seemed to be very happy. The matchmaker Xi Zhou gestured to Xuan's daughter and smiled: "You recruit, let's call it * marriage." ”

On this night, when I had just taken off my clothes and lay down in the warm quilt to sleep, my grandmother was lying on another big bed and watched me for a while, so I really started to get married. She said seriously and seriously in Yanshi vernacular: "You recruit, if you want to settle down in this village, you have to marry the little girl here, otherwise, I won't let you live in this village, and I'll get rid of you." "She is an old man and my own grandmother, however, what I didn't expect was that she spoke so coldly, so viciously, and so ruthlessly.

Tears rolled down my immature face, I am just a foreigner from the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and they are all a group of sub-locals, how can I fight? How can I, an outsider, fight against a group of locals? I longed to live here, and if I didn't get married, they would get rid of me like they had done before.

At this time, I remembered the girl I used to like when I lived in the big city of Luoyang in those years. I looked at the southeast sky, the night sky was blue, and the clear moonlight, which reminded me of my girlfriend Jiajia, who I used to like in my hometown when I was a child. I sighed at the winter night sky and said hatefully, "Jiajia, I will never see you again, I will no longer be worthy of you." ”

At this time, my grandmother, who was lying on the big bed, got up, and then yelled at me who was lying on the small bed with a fierce look: "What? What? What are you talking about?! At this point, I couldn't hold back my tears, and the tears ran down my hair to the pillow, and it was wet. Grandma was very angry and vicious, and she didn't take off her clothes before going to bed, but just took off her coat and didn't take off her padded jacket. Then she got up from the bed, then stood beside the big bed, and stood in front of the table, her body blocking my view, blocking the clear moonlight and the blue snow-washed sky outside the window.

She said angrily: "Tell you a matchmaker, say a little girl, let you be a groom official, let you worship heaven and earth, let you enter the cave room, let you enjoy the warmth and gentleness of a woman." I can't imagine that you refuse so much, what kind of scholar are you, you don't understand Dali at all! Grandma walked out of the house, and she looked angry with hatred.

In less than three minutes, my uncle Ma Haoma Zhenhao broke in from outside the house, and he scolded loudly: "You can't be the same, let you enjoy the blessings, but you are so unlucky, forget Zeng Jiajia, she is not a good woman!" ”

Grandma walked into the house from outside the house again, clasped my cold hand and said, "Binglei, let's talk about this." ”