A certain day in August 1982 in the Gregorian calendar is also a day when the summer vacation will end. The temperature after the beginning of autumn www.biquge.info is obviously much lighter than in the hot summer. Because it had just rained the previous day, the air was exceptionally humid and fresh that morning.

The sun is sweeping over the Dabie Mountains in the east, and is spilling its enthusiasm obliquely on the earth. Half of the sky is dyed golden yellow, while the other half is as blue as the sea. The clouds like cotton wool are like white sails on the sea, causing infinite reverie for those who look up. In the distance, the green hills stretch and undulate, stretching out to the east and west, like a recumbent dragon, bringing auspicious signs and sources of confidence to the people of the town. The stone bridge stands quietly in the north and south directions of the town, echoing the famous Liangshan Mountain and becoming the source of the town's feng shui.

At this time, the stone bridge is like an old man who is oppressed by a heavy mind, and the river water, which is usually crystal clear, has become yellow and muddy because of the outbreak of yesterday's flash flood. The river had overflowed the banks of the multicolored boulders for washing clothes and standing people, and rushed towards the dam, which was fortunately built high, and it was only like a raging beast rushing helplessly around the waist of the "giant", roaring wildly, as if it wanted to roar out its anger and vent its anger.

A road runs straight through the town, dividing it in two. Scattered thatched houses are scattered in all directions of the town, with a few blue brick and gray tile houses, where there are commune cooperatives, canteens, purchasing stations, food companies, grain stores, savings banks, garment factories, etc.

At this moment, two people, an old man and a young man, came out of an adobe thatched house on the side of the road. The old man was a neatly cleaned old lady in her fifties, and her head was full of green silk curled into a beautiful compilation at the back of her head. From the contours of her face, you can get a glimpse of her beauty in her youth. However, the years are like shadows, unconsciously dimming her beauty. The drooping double eyelids, as well as the forest-dense wrinkles and curved waist on the pale skin, all relentlessly recounted the imprints of time on her. The old man held a lotus leaf fan in her left hand and a large red and white net bag full of objects in her right hand, and her face was always filled with a smile like a spring breeze. Behind the old man was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, whose short ear-length hair lined her delicate face with spirit. The girl wore a water-red short-sleeved shirt and a dark brown cotton pleated skirt. Her slender figure and delicate face silently hinted that she was a standard southern girl.

With tears in her eyes, the girl walked silently with her head bowed. The honking of a Jiefang car startled her to stop and look back. When she saw the stone bridge, her slender eyes showed a different kind of joy and nostalgia, and she suddenly left the old man and hurried to the bridge.

Standing on the carved bridge railing, her hands had a cool feeling. She leaned her face on the railing of the bridge and quietly listened to the sound of the surging water under the bridge, as if she was listening to the frantic heartbeat of the stone bridge. The stone bridge may not want to walk on its own, so it makes such a noise!

She looked down at the flowing water under the bridge that was surging eastward like the Yellow River, and she had the feeling of sitting on a boat and flying across. How many times have she experienced in her dreams that she sat on the vermilion orchid boat with the drapery depicting gold embroidered phoenixes and the carved hollow boat gang described in classical novels, and sailed into the distance in the sound of pipa and the sound of bamboo flutes. But the feeling of dreams is vague and unreal, dreams are like ethereal clouds, you feel it but it is never able to grasp it. And this bridge has allowed me to experience the reality of dreams many times. The refreshing marbled bridge deck, the finely carved milky white bridge railings and the cylindrical piers made of colorful stones are faintly full of simple and elegant charm.

Standing on the bridge in a trance, the bridge carried people in the opposite direction of the water and galloped forward, so that the girl who had never been on a boat enjoyed the novelty of a boat ride. The girl was immersed in this enjoyment, and slowly closed her eyes, and tears like beans rolled down the girl's eyes again. After a moment, she slowly raised her head, looked up at the white clouds that had changed into various shapes in the blue sky, and thought blankly......

"Ye Mao, why did you run to the bridge? The bus is about to start! The old man dragged out his voice and shouted to the girl on the bridge.

The girl seemed to wake up from her dream at once, raised her fingers and rubbed her eyes, and hurried slowly towards the old man.

Liu Ye carried a yellow military satchel and followed her grandmother with her head down, and she saw that her grandmother's figure on the ground shrunk by the sun at nine o'clock in the morning seemed to be beating with irrepressible joy. Liu Ye glared at her grandmother fiercely, she complained in her heart that her grandmother shouldn't listen to her parents and let her go back to Z City.

They walked to the garment factory, where a crowd of people were waiting at the gate, and their grandfather, who was standing in the crowd, kept wiping his eyes with a checkered handkerchief. Liu Ye knew that his grandfather was reluctant to leave by himself. Liu Ye remembered that whenever she ate tea and eggs, her grandfather always said that he loved to eat yellow and left all the egg whites to her. Yesterday, when she read Chen Yunsong's essay "Mom Likes to Eat Fish Head", she wondered if her grandfather was a bit like the mother in the prose? Before going to bed last night, my grandfather walked up to my grandmother and Liu Ye, who were packing their luggage, from time to time, and asked in a low voice several times: "Why do you have to go back to Z City?" Ye Mao can't get into college with us? Grandma interrupted him impatiently: "Are you old and confused?" At the beginning, our daughter and son-in-law wanted to go back to junior high school, but you didn't want to, and because of this, you had high blood pressure, and it took two months for your mouth to recover. How? Seeing how competitive the swimmers are, I was successfully admitted to university this year. Speaking of this, Grandma paused, glanced lovingly at Liu Ye, who was pouting on the side, and then said, "The quality of teaching in the city is still better than in the countryside. Grandma folded Liu Ye's clothes one by one and stuffed them into a canvas pocket, and Liu Ye's mouth pursed even higher. She held back her tears and didn't let the tears flow. Grandma deliberately stopped looking at her, and said while sorting out her luggage: "Alas, the day before yesterday, I was lying on a bamboo chair for a morning break, and I dreamed that I was sleeping on a bluestone slab, and my body felt a little cold. The day before yesterday, our daughter sent a telegram saying that Yong'er had been admitted to the university in the provincial capital. I'm so happy! But as soon as I saw the telegram asking me to send Ye Mao back to school, I couldn't figure it out at first, and I felt sad for a while. But then I figured it out, it would be better to let Ye Mao go back to a good high school in Z City. Grandma tied up her luggage and straightened her waist, took the towel on the washstand and shook her clothes, and then said loudly to her wife: "Old man, the child has a chance, and we have the credit of the two of us!" ”

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Liu Ye looked at the farewell crowd and felt a burst of sadness, she quickly turned her gaze away, the white handkerchief that usually made her the most clothes to wipe her tears seemed to be soaked. Several other uncles also looked at her with red eyes. Liu Ye turned her head and walked forward, she warned herself not to look back. At this time, her grandmother and everyone's intermittent explanation came to her ears: The future of the child is more important!

Sitting on the bus, Liu Ye looked at the emerald green Liangshan in the distance, and Wang Liang's crisp and sweet children's voice echoed in his ears: "Ah Ye, you will be my bride when you grow up." Seven-year-old Wang Liang's chubby little face flashed with a pair of big eyes with long eyelashes, and the deep double eyelids made his eyes particularly bright. He collected a few bright roses and put them on Liu Ye's head, and Liu Ye didn't know whether he could promise or not, and kept stuffing the white pine hair candy from the pine needles in his mouth. Wang Liang rolled on the grass, clapped his little hands and shouted happily, "Ah Ye agrees to be my bride." ”

"Ah Liang, what kind of delicious thing is the bride?" Liu Ye finally finished eating the pine hair candy, wiped his hands back and forth on his pants, and then ran to Wang Liang's side and asked curiously. Wang Liang stood up and followed the example of an adult, knocked Liu Ye on the head twice with the back of his hand, and then explained, "You are so stupid! The bride is the beautiful aunt with a red hijab seen in the movie. ”

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"Ye Mao, what are you doing stunned? Look at the dress your grandmother made for you. Liu Ye glanced at a dress with yellow butterfly flowers on a blue background that her grandmother took out of the package, and twisted her head out of the window coldly. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something: "Did Aunt Wang do it?" ”

"Dou Yes, she worked overtime overnight to do it. She gave it to me just now. Grandma gestured her dress back and forth against Liu Ye's body, and said loudly, "Yo, my Ye Mao is so beautiful!" The passengers on the bus looked back at them.

Liu Ye showed a bitter smile, she felt that Aunt Wang once subconsciously regarded her as her future daughter-in-law in her heart, but this wish may have gone away with the sound of the whistle, becoming a fallen leaf floating in the wind and disappearing into the wilderness of life. From now on, she will live in Z City, which is more than 2,000 miles away from her hometown. Wang Liang may only appear in his dreams forever.

The car started, and Liu Ye looked at the town where she had been raised for fourteen years, the narrow streets, the low blue brick and gray tile houses, and the adobe thatched house in her own home in the distance, all of which were fixed in the depths of her memory like Wang Liang at this moment, and became her haunting thoughts in her dreams. In a trance, she seemed to see a tall and thin boy under a lush willow tree in the distance, holding a newly cut willow branch in his hand, he looked sadly at the distant bus, muttering something silently.