Men drank and punched at the table, women and children crowded into a small table to eat, and from time to time children ran to the big table to pick up vegetables, and then secretly drank a few sips of wine when the adults were not looking. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The vegetables in Song Jia's bowl were piled up - his cousin Li Shengli was afraid that this cousin would not eat well, so he kept holding the vegetables until the bowl could not fit at all. As a result, the guests smiled bitterly at the big fat meat, and then tried to pull the lean meat chop off the top. He listened with interest to the men's rough fist words, in the more than ten years of his young life, he had not had the opportunity to experience the most ordinary life in the Bashu countryside.

At the end of the meal, it was already the time when the sun was setting, and the clouds in the distance gathered, rolling in a large group of poignant bright colors, interpreting the magnificent colors of the burning clouds to the extreme.

"Mountain songs are easy to sing, mountain songs are easy to sing, mouth is easy to sing, mouth is singing, mouth is singing, Brother Wuhu is happy to meet, sing a dragon lantern Lions Club, and the teacher of the four seas is worshipped. Sing a mountain song and put yourself in the ring. ”

"Mountain songs are easy to sing, easy to sing, easy to sing, easy to open, and open your mouth to sing. Singing with his mouth open. sang so that Dong Yong went to work, Mo learned to pretend to be a horse and bark, and sang that the fairy came down to earth. Let the song come as you like. ”

The man banged on the dishes and opened his throat and sang: "Mountain songs are easy to sing, and the mouth is easy to sing, singing the New Year and the year, one, two, three, four." The second song is full of flowers. Five, six, seven, and eight sentences are tight, and the peach blossoms are red in three songs, and they are ninety fully loaded. Four singing seedlings are planted in the field.

Five sang Duanyang Dragon playing in the water, nine sang the birthday star climbing the mountain, and six sang the cool breeze blowing over. Ten singing Xiaoyangchun came again, seven singing fairies and seven sisters, the winter solstice began to count nine, and eight sang August osmanthus bloomed. Plum blossoms bloom in the snow! ”

Song Jia listened blankly for a long time.

It was a voice he had never heard before, mixed with a strong and brutal life force, free to rush through the valley, a force he could never have imagined.

The next morning, before dawn, Song Jia was in a daze and heard movement. He barely opened his eyes, and then the light and shadow that came in through the window saw the two brothers Jun Zheng and Jun Chen getting dressed.

"What time is it?" He asked, yawning.

"It's only half past five. You can sleep a little longer. Junchen whispered that he had already dressed and was putting his shoes on his feet.

Song Jia sat up and stretched, "I can't sleep." He shook his head and found his clothes to put on. Jun Zheng said beside him: "You can sleep a little longer, it's still very early, get up so early." ”

Song Jia sighed, he really couldn't sleep. He dressed himself and did not speak.

The brothers' bedroom was upstairs, and Li Shengli set up a cool board next to the two beds, which was Song Jia's bed for the next few days. The windows are open at night, and the night breeze is leisurely, which is actually much cooler than in the city. It's just that the mosquitoes buzzed all night, and even a mosquito coil didn't work. He had just counted, and there were fourteen large bags in all.

Jun Zheng Junchen carried the hoe and walked out, Song Jia followed behind and asked hesitantly, "Don't you have breakfast?" ”

Jun Zheng snorted and laughed: "Come back and eat." ”

Song Jia suddenly blushed.

The morning light is faint. The grass blades on the edge of the ridge were condensed with morning dew, and I was wet when I passed by. Li Shengli and his wife walked in front, followed by the brothers and Song Jia. The group was silent.

Li Shengli's family does not have many fields, only a dozen acres of terraced fields. Because the family population is small, the team has less land. Li Shengli has always been angry, and he still wants to have more children, but the team secretary told him that if he has another child, he will be fined.

More than a dozen acres of land were planted with rice and corn. The grain harvested every year, in addition to rations, is sold to grain stations, which can barely be costed. The corn is only a few hundred catties, Jun Zheng said: "I can't sell it for a lot of money, so I have to feed the pigs." ”

The family of four all went to the field, and Song Jia stood on the side alone and watched with relish. After watching it for a long time, he said, "It looks like it's still simple." ”

He commented.

Jun Chen straightened up, wiped his sweat, and only said: "It looks simple." Then he stopped talking.

Song Jia was accustomed to Jun Chen's silence, he looked around boredly, and finally pulled a grass stalk and put it in his mouth.

Chen Chuan wiped his sweat, straightened his waist and lifted the straw hat up, and there was an extra line of blue color in his sight. He simply took off his hat, and the deep sky as flawless as a sapphire suddenly filled his vision.

The terraced rice waves are rolling all over the mountain, and the greenery is blowing in the face. Against the blue clear sky, it forms an oil painting with contrasting colors.

"It's so hot...... he muttered, a little distracted to himself, "I don't know what Song Jia is doing......

The boy stood in the middle of the rice paddies in a daze, looking up at the slightly distorted blue that stretched to the sky.

Song Jia stayed at his cousin's house for five days, and after adjusting well, he wanted to stay for a few more days, but Li Xia called him and told him to go home for tutoring - parents still didn't dare to let their children relax too much, especially after a whole month had been wasted. He struggled to survive, and only asked his mother to let him go to the latest fair, and then he had to take the car home, and the family had already hired a tutor.

"I want to tutor again......" Song Jia hung up the phone and began to sigh, and his tone was infinitely depressed: "I've only been playing for a long time......"

Jun Zheng squatted next to him weaving a bamboo basket, and laughed when he heard Song Jia's words: "Song Jia doesn't want to study?" You can sit in the office after you finish reading! ”

Song Jia sighed one after another: "It's too much, the school doesn't make up classes during the summer vacation......"

Jun Zheng put the basket in the corner of the house, and when he came over and saw Song Jia's unwillingness, he immediately felt very funny. He took a piece of rice in his hand, smiled and said, "If you don't want to go back, you won't go back......

Song Jia immediately began to shake his head.

Jun Zheng chuckled lightly and focused on the work in hand, for him, a person who had been out of school for a long time, Song Jia's troubles were indeed too far away from him.

"It's so hard for you to study." Jun Zheng continued his work while talking to Song Jia, "There is a baby in our village who is in high school, and his father has a lot of debts, and the house is very miserable. Eh," Jun Zheng raised his head and glanced at the cousin, "It seems that you are from the same school as Song Jia." ”

Song Jia was stunned, "I remember you said that person's ......" He asked in disbelief: "Is it surnamed Chen?" ”

Jun Zheng smiled, and he quickly turned over the basket that already had a prototype, "Yes." He pressed his hands hard and tightened the bamboo strips, "I heard that reading is very good." ”

"Where does he live?" Song Jia stared at his cousin with two eyes and asked with great interest, "I'm going to see him!" ”

"He's in the house?" Jun Zheng put the braided bamboo basket aside, and said without raising his head: "Far away, I have to turn two more mountains." ”

Song Jia was dumbfounded. "Ahhh He stammered a little, "Two mountains!?" ”

"yes." Jun Zheng kept his hands on the bamboo strips, and slowly counted them to him, "Climb two mountains, and then cross a river." ”

"Maybe two or three hours away."

Song Jia said disappointedly: "It's so far away......"

The boy raised his head and looked out, where the blue sky was endless.

Packed up early the next morning, the Jun Zheng and Junchen brothers carried two large baskets full of medicinal herbs, Song Jia put on his bag, he decided to go to the market as planned and then take the morning bus home from the bus station.

In the morning, the mountains were foggy, and the hills were hidden in the milky white morning mist, and the shadows showed a few patches of the mountains in midsummer. Dew is condensed on the blades of grass, the air is moist and clean, the faint sunlight renders the mist in a thin veil of golden light, and the terraced rice fields roll with green waves of rice.

Song Jia stood in the middle of the mountain, silently staring at the scenery of the summer morning in the countryside, and said with hatred: "Why did I forget to bring my camera!" ”

Jun Chen looked back and was a little puzzled: "What's there to see?" He lifted the strap up and crossed a ditch, "You still have a good look at the head of the city, how high is that building......

Jun Zheng smiled and echoed his brother's words: "By the way, is there anything beautiful in this mountain?" ”

Song Jia opened his mouth, but found that he still didn't know what to say.

After three hours of walking on a rugged mountain road, the three of them finally reached the center of the town, where once a week there was a "rush day" where villagers from all over the world would bring their produce and sell it at the market to buy some of the things they needed.

The shouts of the vendors came and went, and at a glance they were mostly related to farm tools: sprayers, pesticides, expenses, seeds, pig feed, and some colorful ready-to-wear garments that you could tell at a glance that were of very poor quality, inferior plastic toys, and heavy black iron pots.

The two brothers took Song Jia around a few times, and finally stopped at the last place to start preparations. Song Jia wondered how they could memorize such a complicated route, and finally stopped at their previous position without any mistakes.

"Hey, I'll remember it after a few more walks." Jun Zheng said nonchalantly.

Song Jia stayed for a while and felt bored. He said hello to Jun Zheng, and Jun Chen turned around after greeting the guests and asked, "Are you going to play, can you recognize the way?" ”

"Recognize it, recognize it." Song Jia nodded busily.

It is said to be the largest market within a radius of dozens of miles, but it cannot be compared with the largest market in the city in any case. Not to mention the crowds of people coming and going. Song Jia frowned and walked around with the flow of people, and finally struggled out and hid under a nearby tree, he looked depressedly at the black marks on his light-colored shirt at some point, and couldn't help but sigh again and again that he was unlucky.

There are tired old men who sit down on the basket with their flat shoulders sideways, and smoke dry tobacco with Erlang's legs crossed, and most of the local dialects they speak Song Jia don't understand; The snotty child has dirty fingers on his face, and his eyes are staring straight at the colorful and poorly packaged candy in the hands of the vendor; Girls with yellow hair lingered in front of the clothing stalls, and young men who had nothing to do gathered in the video hall, where the sound of fierce fights in Hong Kong films was faintly heard.

Song Jia stood behind these people, he looked at everyone he could see meaninglessly, and then he couldn't find that he had anything in common with them.

They are people who live in two worlds.