Han Qingyu's name was taken by the old foreign monk who guarded the broken temple in the township back then.

Later, when he was sensible, he said that it was because when he was born, the rice seedlings in the paddy fields began to turn yellow and turn green, and the mountain streams were flooded and rose for several days.

Therefore, his name was taken for the purpose of fighting disasters. The old monk relied on this to receive five buckets of rice per village along the river at that time.

That was nineteen years ago.

The lonely old monk who relied on a mouth that could come back no matter what he said wrong, told fortunes and looked at people, chose a day, and chose a yin house for a living, had also gone elsewhere a few years ago.

In fact, according to the ancient rules of rural areas in some areas, the name Han Qingyu is not very good, a little too big.

But in Fenglongao, no one understands.

Just like the people here, they don't know that the name of their own small mountain village is actually big and big.

Fenglongao, a small mountain village where ancestors have never been arrogant, but the harvest of Yamada has always been quite rich, so it is never a small mountain village that is hungry.

As another generation of mountain dwellers in this remote land, an ordinary peasant child, Han Qingyu has only had two major events in his ordinary life in the past nineteen years:

One is that he failed in the college entrance examination this year.

The other piece was last year.

"Two ......"

The old pear tree in the yard of the farmhouse is very tall, and there is an abandoned magpie nest on the branches. The sunlight through the branches and leaves was dappled with light and dark, Han Qingyu sat under the tree and muttered unconsciously, and then laughed about a little, but it was inevitable that the laughter would be a little bleak.

He actually had some reasons to find.

For example, his Chinese teacher actually used to be a postman, but he changed careers to become a teacher just because he published a poem about the size of a tofu block in the newspaper. The theme of his daily class is to recite to the students his new poems, which were never published again.

His English teacher is not young, he is an old intellectual, because he slept with a girl with a big surname in the early years, so he couldn't get away, his major is Russian, Mandarin is Tangshan dialect, when he speaks English, he always mixes the three tones, and the consequences are more difficult to understand than any of them.

But these are actually meaningless, if you don't get in, you don't get in, and this thing doesn't make sense.

"Then take the test again, what's the old saying? ”

happened to hear his muttering, and his mother Zhang Jiexia turned out of the corner of the side wall at the same time, and opened her mouth to say this.

As he spoke, he put down the wooden basin in his hand for washing, picked up a wet garment and wrung it out, shook it off a few more times, and hung it on a bamboo pole.

In the late 80s and early 90s, it was not too surprising to fail the college entrance examination, and it was common for ordinary people to take the college entrance examination for two or three years. Mother is a cool person, she doesn't know much about culture, and she is not very depressed.

Do it again?

Han Qingyu's heart moved, and he thought about it in his heart, but when he turned his head and thought about his two serious subjects, the brilliance in his eyes dimmed again, and said, "Another year, probably useless...... I really can't seem to pass the test. ”

He also hid some words that he thought in his heart and didn't say - in fact, in terms of income, the cost of high school this year is not low, the family has owed some money for his school in recent years, and at the same time, because of the lack of labor, his parents have worked a lot harder than most of the village neighbors. He himself felt that he was not sure, and he had no face to try again.

“...... You see, Mom doesn't understand ......."

When the mother turned her head, she carefully looked at her son's expression and judged his thoughts. Han Qingyu has always been a child with a lot of ideas, and even in recent years, he has gradually begun to give ideas to his family.

Since Qingwazi said so, Zhang Jiexia thought about it and said, "Then anyway, you have your own ideas, if you don't read here, we are also cultural people......"

She wants to comfort the child, not to put pressure, let alone force.

But as she spoke, Zhang Jiexia's expression suddenly became lively, her eyes lit up, and she continued: "Then why don't you just leave your home to marry your daughter-in-law and have a baby, and live your life?!"

This sentence falls at the end, and it is a tune that goes up, with eagerness and anticipation.

In the past two or three years, many of the offspring in the village who are about the same age as Han Qingyu have already secretly married, and the baby has landed and run away.

The old lady has actually been secretly thinking about this in her heart, Han Qingyu knew, he looked up and smiled helplessly.

Zhang Jiexia's enthusiasm was ignited.

"Seriously, that Shanglong Village, Wanfen's mother, I fell in love with you early in the morning, and I passed me several times in the open and secret, or I ......" As soon as the old lady said it, the words were in a string, and she couldn't stop watching it.

"Wanfen's mother, how can that happen?!" Han Qingyu hurriedly blocked the conversation.

My mother asked, "Why can't you do it?"

"That's not ...... Wanfen's father is still there, and I haven't heard of anything to leave. Besides, Wanfen and I are elementary school classmates, so it's not like a word for her to call me dad in the future, right?"

Han Qingyu smiled, looking unbeaten.

"Ang?" Zhang Jiexia was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and scolded angrily: "You, you rabbit cub, you know nonsense......"

Then it turned into a laugh and scolded, saying: "Okay, okay, okay again, mom and your dad will be relieved...... I'm afraid you won't be able to get over it by yourself these two days. ”

In fact, they have been worried all the time, but they are afraid that their son will think too much, so they dare not show it outside.

"I almost forgot to say it, your uncle's house is running a drink today. ”

"Tomorrow, your cousin is going on a blind date with a matchmaker again, and it didn't work out last time. ”

“......”

relieved, Zhang Jiexia began to talk about relatives and neighbors, and she was busy with homely things, and slowly she was far away, and her voice was high and low in the yard.

After a while, Han Youshan, the father who had been sitting on the side weaving bamboo frames and had not spoken, raised his head, looked at his wife first, then at his son, and said tentatively:

"If we can't find a way out, send Qingzi to be a soldier, that would be a good way out. ”

It turned out that he didn't speak, and he was still thinking about this all the time.

It's naturally good to be a soldier in these years, I don't have to fight, and I can get a job in the public when I come back from the army, maybe my life is better, and I can still be promoted in the army, or take the military academy and become an officer.

Han Youshan's proposal made the three members of the family in the hospital excited.

"Ouch, isn't it? Okay, this is good!" Zhang Jiexia became excited, dropped the half-wrung wet clothes on her hands, wiped her hands on the apron, and walked into the house and said: "Then you have to hurry, I'll go and wrap up the two bottles of wine stored in our house, Lao Han, you hurry up and go to the village chief's house, ask him, see if it's too late......"

She paused abruptly as she spoke, and her steps stopped.

Then he became depressed, turned around, sighed, and said, "Alas, don't think about it. In our village, if we can really get a place, then the village chief's family is also the same age, I guess I have been waiting for a long time...... Which round will you get our Qingzi?"

"This ...... Quite right. I just didn't think of this stubble. Han Youshan said in a low voice, and he also became depressed with loss.

"It's fine. Han Qingyu hid his loss, looked up and smiled easily, and said, "It just so happens that I still want to think about it myself, don't worry, there will always be a way out." ”

"Ahh ”

"Huh. ”

Because of the closure of another way out in front of his son. Han Youshan and Zhang Jiexia were unconsciously silent for a while.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was a bit dark.

"That's right. In the end, the mother broke the silence first and said, "Uncle's house has dinner tonight, Qingzi, will you go?" After a pause, she then said: "If you don't want to go, Mom will cook for you first." ”

The whole Fenglongao is so big, a banquet, most of the village is present, Zhang Jiexia added this sentence later, because she was afraid that her son would go, everyone had to ask him if he was admitted, for fear that he would lose face and be uncomfortable.

"Go, go. Han Qingyu stood up, smiled brightly, and explained to his parents' worried eyes: "Anyway, sooner or later, I have to be asked, I don't want to lose my mouth." ”

When he said it funny, his parents laughed along.

In fact, this is also the truth, in 1990, Fenglongao, a banquet, it was a rare oil and water, and it was a "grand event".

............

The flowing water banquet of the farmer's happy event, not to mention how good the dishes are, there must be two kinds of chicken, duck and fish, called pomp, and there must be cigarettes and alcohol.

The banquet lasted until 8 o'clock in the evening.

But not all the people are scattered. With some drunkenness, the village neighbors and relatives who were still shiny with oily lips stayed, and at this time they were sitting on the sunning flat not far from the door of the happy event host, smoking and chatting.

"I said that if Qingwazi is admitted this time, she will have to set up a few seats, right? Someone picked his teeth and said with regret.

At this time, there are not many people in the village who are willing to provide their children to high school, counting last year and this year, Han Qingyu is the only one in the village who can read and take the college entrance examination.

"yes, that's not ...... It's still a little bit off. Han Youshan helped his son answer.

In fact, Han Qingyu himself was there, but he just sat in the corner of the crowd. He's a little tired, and about the college entrance examination, almost everyone who should not be asked, has already been asked once today.

To be honest, it's a little uncomfortable to face it.

It's just this kind of thing, not to mention malicious ridicule and sarcasm, even if it's kind care and comfort, listening to it too much will only make people's hearts a little more depressed.

He looked calm on his face at this moment, but in fact, his heart was a little depressed after all.

"This tuition, nutrition, year after year, in other words, you have raised so many chickens, and you haven't sold a single egg in these years......, right? It's a shame. The man then sighed.

"A few eggs, it's for the child's body to eat, what do you say those are for?!" Han Youshan was a little unhappy, took a puff of cigarette and said, "Besides, if you learn culture, it will always be useful." ”

"Isn't it? Look at our young baby, it looks like it's all raised. People still have culture, at least in the future, daughters-in-law, bride price, don't worry at all, some people are willing. An uncle next to him took over the conversation, finished helping, and thought about diverting the topic twice.

But he didn't have time yet.

New words popped up in the crowd, and someone sighed and concluded: "Alas, speaking of which, the first college student of our Fenglongao still hasn't come out in the end." ”

I heard that when it was still prosperous in the early years, it was like this, and not a single talented man had ever appeared, which is also a strange thing. After speaking, the person who answered turned his head and pointed to the continuous peaks not far away, unwilling to say: "Our village is such a good feng shui." ”

He said this.

"yes, yes. For a moment, many people nodded their heads in agreement.

The saying that the village occupies good feng shui has existed for a long time, otherwise it would not be possible to take the word "dragon".

In the corner, Han Qingyu looked up with everyone. Not to mention, the mountains around the village in the distance really look a bit like a winding dragon in the night.

But then again, if you really have to look at the shape of Fulong, how many mountains in the world can't be seen like it?

"You young people probably don't know about this. The elders of the village spoke, smoking their pipes, and recalled: "In the early years, when I was only a teenager, I was told by a blind half-immortal passing by...... said that we are here, and there are no characters. ”

There was a wave of surprise in the crowd and asked, "Why?"

The old man raised his hand and pointed to the distant mountain, "Because our dragon is locked." Blind half-immortal said back then, see the mountain and ask the name of the place, you are Feng Longao, Feng Longao, even the dragon can be sealed, and you can't trap a few little people who you want to jump up?"

"Huh?...... It seems to be true. ”

The truth suddenly made sense, and many people thought it was true, sighed, and complained. It seems that even Han Qingyu has not been admitted to university for two consecutive years, and there is a reasonable explanation.

Thinking about the people who comforted him, the people who turned their heads to look for him in the crowd suddenly increased again.

Han Qingyu was so sad that he couldn't cry or laugh. He naturally didn't believe this, and when he saw the situation, he quietly retreated from the corner, and left the valley flat alone.

............

After he left, he sunburned on the grain lawn.

"Dad, Dad, just now our TV suddenly sneered, and it was all snowflakes...... Now I can't even look at 1 set. ”

A group of children who had been watching TV ran out of the east door, and one of them shouted at the adults on the lawn.

In recent years, it is very common and frequent for TV signals to be unstable, and adults are talking about it here, waving their hands impatiently and saying: "Take two taps of your own, and then swing the antenna...... I don't have time to get it for you. ”

He sent the kids away.

At about the same time, someone looked up at the moon in the sky and exclaimed, "Hey, what's that? look...... Just under the moon, that black one, what's that?"

And when they heard this, they all raised their heads.

Underneath the half-moon of the summer night, there was indeed a black shadow, which seemed to move, but it could not be seen clearly, and it soon disappeared into the black night sky.

"What a big bird, just fly over. ”

"Anyway, it can't be an airplane, there are lights under the plane, and they will flash. ”

"It's an eagle or something, it's not like I haven't seen it. ”

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