Erquan Yingyue (short story) Zhang Baotong

In the Qingming season, there are many spring flowers blooming on the riverbank, and the flowers are bright and beautiful. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Through the green trees and new leaves on the riverbank, you can see the blue-gray tiled houses in the town. The ancient canal flows slowly through the town, and the clouds are filled with hazy silver waves. The morning light shines on the Qingming Bridge, and small boats carrying passengers pass under the bridge holes, leaving a string of bright and bright laughter from time to time.

Not far from Qingming Bridge, a young girl was squatting by the river and hammering her clothes with a mallet, singing the "Acacia Song" in her mouth: "When Yo Lang is about the moon, wait for Lang to wait until the moon is west." I don't know if the low moon rises early in the slave mountain, or the high moon in the mountain is late? A young student sat on the stone steps by the river and pulled the erhu to sing for her. The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in red with no makeup, and a long black strip left behind her. The sun shone on her body, casting a layer of pure and shining light on her body. The young junior was about in his early twenties, dressed in plain blue clothes and pants, with a student-style split head, with a thin appearance and a simple expression.

The girl's singing voice is soulful and far-reaching, and her voice is crisp and bright. With her singing, the white clouds are stretching, the air is flowing, the sky becomes far-reaching and open, the sunlight is becoming more and more bright and bright, and even the surrounding houses and trees, birds, flowers and plants have a fresh aura. The erhu of the later generation is even more euphemistic and melodious, with a deep rhyme, adding an endless aftertaste to the songs floating on the canal.

Singing and singing, the girl became a little intoxicated, turned her head and gazed affectionately at the descendant who pulled the erhu, and sent out that knowing smile to him. The latter was also intoxicated by the girl's charming appearance and singing, and couldn't help but feel emotional, as if he had lost his soul. So that the girl's singing had stopped, and he didn't realize it, and continued to pull the erhu deeply.

The girl couldn't help laughing and asked, "Brother Bing, what are you thinking?" Only then did the young descendant come to his senses, put away the erhu, and said with a smile, "I'm thinking about the play of "Queqiao Immortal" that I watched last night." The girl lowered her head and continued to wash her clothes, and then said, "If only people could love each other and live together for the rest of their lives like the Seven Fairies and Dong Yong." "If that's the case, you'll be in heaven." ”

At this time, Cuihua's sister-in-law who lived on the other side came out of the house to wash the pot, and when she heard them talking, she shouted loudly to this side, "Ah Hong, I sang love by the river early in the morning, and when I marry your Brother A Bing, I'm afraid that you will be locked in the house all day long and sing non-stop." Ah Hong's face turned rosy all of a sudden, and she replied shyly, "Sister-in-law Cuihua, you will be ashamed of me, and you will make people dare not sing anymore." Sister-in-law Cuihua said, "Listening to you and Ah Bing playing the piano and singing, and singing affectionately with one brother and one sister, I feel jealous in my heart." It's like me and you Brother Yongfu, don't say anything about love and love, but I don't even know what he looks like before I get married, it's all my parents' hands. Ah Hong said, "Then I don't think you and Brother Yongfu are doing well." Sister-in-law Cuihua sighed and said, "What's good, women, marry a chicken with a chicken, marry a dog with a dog, it's not like you're going to go down." ”

Then, Cuihua's sister-in-law asked the girl again, "What about your father?" Hearing Cuihua's sister-in-law ask this, Ah Hong's face suddenly became gloomy, and she said sadly, "I went out last night, and I haven't come back yet, so I went to Peach Courtyard again." Sister-in-law Cuihua persuaded and said, "The place in the peach courtyard is a bottomless pit, and you can't fill it with any amount of money, so you should also persuade your father to ask him to learn more seriously, save the money well, and wait for a decent woman in the future to live a good life, that is the blessing of him and you." ”

Ah Hong sighed and said, "You don't know that he is a person who will not turn back after hitting the south wall." In the past, when my mother was there, I could still say that he was in charge of him, but now, when my mother is gone, who can say that he can be moved? Alas, this kind of person is afraid that it is difficult to change. Cuihua's sister-in-law said, "That is, this kind of person is difficult to change." I'm afraid that you will follow him and suffer in the future! Ah Hong said helplessly, "Then what's the way, who made him my father!" After washing the pot, Cuihua's sister-in-law walked to the door with the pot, stopped again, and said to Ah Bing and Ah Hong, "Qingming is coming, and the weather is good, why don't you go to the Lingshan Temple to burn incense, make a wish, and ask for good luck?" ”

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