Life is like a habit, when everyone recovers calm from fear, the days are wrapped in firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea again, mahjong, tea, and dragon gate array...... No matter how cruel it is, it will eventually be consumed by time and lose the value of talking points. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the evening, the slanting sun gilded the Yihe River with a layer of gold, and the wealth of the river was far more precious than gold. Where there is water, it builds my soul.

Running to the river, the past is vivid.

Twenty years ago, F4 used to brag about Beijing here, like a nestling in a broken shell, born slimy in this humid air.

In his childhood, adults said that F4 was short of water, especially Lu Zejun, so his grandfather injected water into his name.

One day, Yin Deji asked: "Son, you are short of water in your life, so your grandfather has made so much water for you, and there is a person named Chen Jingjing in the next class, what is he lacking in his life?" ”

After saying this lewd laugh, we will immediately "correct the Fa" on the spot.

Continue to trot forward, and see the abandoned brick factory in the mountain col, curled up in the dense forest silently, under the barren grass, birds and beasts are rampant, and the clues of the past prosperity can not be found.

The brickyard is full of memories of our joy.

In winter, F4 often goes to the brick kiln to warm up, my father is the factory director, and our privilege is to be able to appear anywhere, the uncle in charge of the warehouse always sits at the door with a red face and coughs dryly, and then spreads the earwax on the sputum-stained concrete floor with interest, as if more earwax can be harvested in the coming year.

He also used to make us weapons to catch rats, and we ran around the factory with spears and spears chasing fat rats.

The most vivid picture in my mind is the scene of my father working in the office of the machine brick factory, with his calligraphy works posted behind him, and from time to time people come in to praise him, and my father always pretends to be modest.

A faint smell of engine oil wafted in the wind, and a few hundred meters to the west of the office, groups of unkempt workers were busy with the roar of machines.

At noon, a few people gather together, which is regarded as a "small stove", and there are generally pork and pig intestines. The pig's large intestine is particularly difficult to bite, every time it bites to fifty percent rotten, it really can't swallow, and I don't want to be discovered by my father, so I quietly spit on the ground and kick the black pot to the feet of a workshop director.

Outside, the workers sit on the floor, eating coarse tea and light meals, and making pornographic jokes, a scene that sketches a bleak picture of the decline of the working class like a refugee camp, and the end of a century of collective workers' life.

One of them was muscular and taciturn, like Schwarzenegger one size younger. He is Song Jingang's father, Song Tianming.

Song Tianming was a sullen peasant, sometimes he disdained as if he had seen through the mysteries of everything in this land, and sometimes he was like a wild beast out of the cage. He can't read a word, but he has his own way of survival.

Song Tianming cut the dog with a flat pole, which is definitely the most inhumane picture I have seen in my life.

At that time, Song Jingang's family had two angry female dogs, and occasionally seduced some down-and-out male dogs home.

Song Tianming locked the male dog in the house, hacked him to death with a flat pole, and fed his family with dog meat.

Although the cost of beating teeth in this way is zero, it is really cruel in the eyes of the townspeople. Outsiders always look at Song Tianming with strange eyes.

Song Tianming went his own way, still cutting the dog with a flat pole. In the otherwise quiet night, the dog's heart-rending howl shattered the town's rituals.

Song Tianming's family is usually very frugal, and long-term sauerkraut and porridge and dog meat feasts have a huge attraction for malnourished families.

The crowd thought that they were not frugal because the family had no money, and that the rumor was that his family's savings were second to none in the town.

For families with the highest savings, it is not strange to eat sauerkraut in a low-key manner and eat a dog in a high-profile manner.

In the low- or no-welfare countryside, people are outrageously enthusiastic about the acquisition of the means of production without capital input.

In the early years, when spring arrived, there was a group of old men sitting next to Yihe, shooting wild ducks with shotguns, sitting motionless for a year and a half. When you hit a wild duck, you can smile from the corner of your mouth to the corner of your ear.

Later, with the advent of bicycles, F4 often went out for a ride, and Lu Zejun was a thoughtful child, sometimes looking melancholy at an ancient tree or a novel rock wall in the distance and saying, "Let's go there someday." ”

I said there would always be time.

On the other side of the mountain, there are still mountains, but there are different landscapes, such as a few crippled mushrooms growing on dead trees, and the hidden parts of the meadows are full of sour prickly pears.

As time passed, the opportunity to travel far away was stolen like an unsuspecting thief, and we silently accepted reality.

After the brick factory closed down, Song Tianming opened a pig killing farm, like everyone in the town, everyone had old ideas, and felt that they could only rely on township enterprises to be stable, otherwise they would not be able to live.

Later, everyone was forced to do their own business, and the poor life gradually improved, only to wake up and be miserable by the public ownership economy of the second big public.

Song Tianming is the first person in the town to start a business and get rich except for Zhang Bing's family, and his deeds can be broadcast on the news. It's just that Song Tianming's popularity has always been bad, which led to his son Song Jingang's popularity not being good.

Here's how it happened. At that time, Song Tianming expanded the pig killing farm and got into contact with the mayor.

The mayor said that he had occupied his ancestral land, but he could not provide evidence and could not let his ancestors get up from the coffin to testify.

Song Tianming naturally didn't admit it, and said, your ancestor? How dare you be crooked? This town is still the ancestor of Lao Tzu!

When the ground was broken, the mayor of the town went to the construction site to stop him and said, Tianming, you can't move this land today, don't blame me Lao Wu for not talking about the affection of the villagers.

Song Tianming didn't listen, snatched the shovel from the plasterer's hand and slapped it at the mayor's shiny Tianling Gai.

The mayor fell to the ground in response, his head was bleeding, but in fact, it was not a big deal, he just scratched some flesh.

But the mayor of the town has administrative power, you Song Tianming, a little pig slaughterer, slapped the mayor with a shovel, and if you are a little more embarrassed, you will slap the shovel on the head of the county magistrate and mayor tomorrow.

Song Tianming's pig killing farm was not expanded in the end, and he was put into the county bureau for a month.

Since then, everyone has been respectful to Song Tianming, and they don't say it well, but they are a little afraid of him, afraid that he will pat himself on the head with a shovel or something.

As for the mayor of the town, his name is Wu Guangfu, a short man who is white and fat.

At the beginning, his parents gave him this name because they wanted him to be ambitious and ambitious in the future and recover Taiwan.

Wu Guangfu obviously disappointed his family, he became a small town mayor, his hair fell out early, and he couldn't even recover the territory on his head, so forget about Taiwan.

Everyone called him Wu Guangtou.

Wu Guangtou has a demented son named Wu Tao, who is a few years older than us, and I only remember that this person is crazy and stupid, and he has violent tendencies. Of course this is nonsense, dementia is not stupid, it is not called dementia.

I personally sympathize with him, sometimes Wu Guangtou took Wu Tao to my house to talk to my dad, Wu Tao always hid behind his father and giggled, my dad asked me to play with Brother Taotao.

I went to take his hand, and he squirmed and smirked, looking at Wu Guangtou for advice.

Wu Guangtou touched his head and said, go, play with Brother Xiaoyu. He reluctantly leaned out from behind his father.

To be honest, I don't like to play with him, and every time he comes, my room passes through like a hurricane, and the devils enter the village, and all the toys are dismantled and thrown everywhere.

Because F4 sympathized with him and sometimes took him to play with him, but later, I found that this bear child was really different from us.

For example, when we carefully raised flowers for a year, he pulled them up and put them in his mouth to chew; The little goldfish we raised were all crushed to death by him, and he also skewered them in front of us with bamboo skewers to show off.

Finally, one time, because he didn't like the color of the sugar given to him by adults, but liked the color of the sugar in Lu Zehuan's hand, he punched Lu Zehuan and made his nose bleed. Then snatched the sugar from Lu Zehuan's hand, and ran to Wu Guangtou with a smirk to ask for credit.

Wu Guangtou's next move instantly made countless grass and mud horses rise in the hearts of everyone, including my parents, and he touched Wu Guangtou's head: "Oh, my son is so powerful, haha, really good, Dad will buy you a pig grandma at night." ”

Since then, F4 has never played with Wu Tao again.

Not long after, Wu Guangtou stepped down as the mayor of the town, built a villa halfway up the mountain, and went to live a quiet life. We have never seen Wu Tao again, and now we should have grown into an adult, and I heard that Wu Guangtou is looking for a daughter-in-law for him everywhere.

After Zhang Yuhang's disappearance, Song Tianming and his son were the most active and organized a large group of people to search, but finally returned in vain.

Uncle Zhou and I spent one day finding out the recent situation of Shufen and his wife.

Dooley's mother recently had heart bypass surgery and has not yet been discharged from the hospital.

Three months ago, the fish pond contracted by his family was struck by lightning, and most of the fish that were supposed to be sold in the pond the next day were electrocuted, causing heavy losses.

But do these things have anything to do with the disappearance of astronautics?

Is our self-righteous logic wrong in the first place?

Yuhang's lovely face flashed through my mind, and a feeling of being restrained spread to every inch of my body, and I felt like I was bound by an invisible force, powerless to struggle, physically and mentally exhausted.

Running along the river at an accelerated pace, letting the sweat run into my eyes, scorching my soul.

The world blurred and collapsed before my eyes, and it was as if a figure appeared around me, and when I was in Beijing, she always ran to my right.

She said I was like a tree, and she could lean on by her side.

I asked what if my tree fell.

She said she wouldn't get used to it.

Her sadness was hidden in the most secret places of her emotions, and I could sense it.