(Due to the excessive number of words in this chapter, it has been updated in two parts, and the following is the first half of "49 Below".) ）

The social atmosphere is exaggerated, the values are young, the food is uneasy, the commercialization of medical care, industrial fraud, collective vanity, the proliferation of entertainment, and the aesthetic deformity...... The big city is like a demon mirror, reflecting the bitterness and evil of human nature. Sometimes it is difficult to know whether the era has become bad or the people have become bad first, whether the times have made the times unbearable or people have made the times bad.

In such an era, everyone lives a difficult life, and it is inevitable that they will not be moved when they encounter shortcuts in the quagmire, and even those who are honest and willing to work have become complicated. Perception of unhappiness, poor vision, violent behavior, alcoholism and paralysis, and even domestic violence, child abuse, and homicide...... Before people's hearts became bad and tragedies were frequent, people may have questioned, shouted, and resisted, but unfortunately, the answers to the poor and embarrassed by the righteous path of society were mostly cold and desperate. Many people take the risk of taking shortcuts, but later it turns out that they are forced to kill a person because of a bowl of noodles in order to save that dollar, they are in a hurry to pay their children's medical treatment and have no choice but to make a fuss, and they defraud or slander people because they can't pay their credit cards...... The old man must be in a hurry to wait for the money, otherwise he wouldn't have come out to find a way to find money.

When something weird, absurd, horrible, or horrific happens, the people watching the news should not be angry, but sympathetic and disappointed. Disappointment in this era, compassion in this era. The hidden reality often makes the weak angry, and after the anger is only sad. When suicide surpasses homicide, the world may understand what kind of era this is. Lao Ma searched in his mobile phone when he had nothing to do, and it turned out that there were so many unsatisfactory in the beautiful era and the prosperous era of history in his eyes - suicide attacks, self-indulgence without money to see a doctor, derailment without suicide, bullying by his boss and jumping off the building, unbearable domestic violence and drinking medicine, suicide by the founder of the collapse of the company, suicide in order to prove innocence, suicide by depression episode, and suicide by not wanting to be forced to drink with him...... The old horse held the mobile phone and kept pulling it down, and the news about the suicide had no bottom.

Thinking of Fan Weicheng again, I didn't feel sleepy at all. I was tired of looking for a fan in the morning, I was angry with a "porcelain touch" at noon, I slept and drank too much when I went home in the afternoon, and I ate again at night...... It's really unsettling. At this moment, I don't know what time it is at night, and the old horse can't fall asleep over and over, so he simply gets up and continues to drink. When I arrived in the living room, I didn't turn on the light when I touched the wine, and drank a few bottles of Xifeng wine in the dim light by myself by the light outside the window. On a whim, he wanted to drink a few more glasses, and thought that he would send the baby to school tomorrow morning, so the old horse shook his head and consciously screwed on the bottle cap.

The panic made him feel uneasy, and when he saw his daughter, son-in-law and eldest grandson at night, he couldn't say a word. Xu didn't want to disturb their respective hurried lives, Xu was afraid that they would laugh at him, a stupid old man from the countryside. No matter how smart the countryside is, there is still cowardice and inferiority complex in the body.

The strength of the wine came up, and the old horse felt that his body was looser, more comfortable, and more frivolous. So I felt the wall and walked slowly into the house, thinking that I could sleep well now. Who would have thought that he drank too much, walked and walked in a daze, went out of the house and went out into the street, and there was no one on the street. How can there be no one on such a big street! Lao Ma wondered, a lonely figure dangling on the road.

Suddenly, he reached the bottom of Yingge Valley, and saw Xingbang's mother cutting wheat in the field, so he picked up a sickle and hurried over to help. As he was cutting, he heard a burst of shouts in all directions, stood up and saw dozens of people running down from the cliff, rubbing the soil mountain 100 meters high and boiling in an instant, and the loess was covered like mist on the slope. In the early years, he saw people running down the cliff in order to save the road, but he was not surprised at this time, he told Gui Ying that Gui Ying didn't believe it, but Zai Zai believed it, it was called cliff parkour.

A group of people ran down and disappeared, and in a blink of an eye, he was the only one at the bottom of the valley, and he kept calling Xingbang: "Huiying, Huiying......" No one responded in the ditch, only echoes came one by one. The further you go to the bottom, the quieter it becomes, and the silence is a little cold. The old horse had heard that there were wolf dens, badgers and wild boars in the depths of this valley, and he suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

Out of a hole up a slope, a look at the scene to the Eight Immortals Canal. I have the impression that the Baxian Canal is separated from Majiatun by more than ten miles, how can I get it in a few steps. The old horse walked and walked with a groan, it turned out that the soles of his cloth shoes had penetrated, and he had stepped on a brick bump, and his feet were slumped. Déjà vu, the old horse remembered! In his early years, he came to Baxian Canal, and he was also at the mouth of their village.

Looking up, how could he be wearing a tattered Mao suit, which was not wearing a circle of rags wrapped around his stomach to keep warm, and the old horse suddenly remembered, it turned out that he had no food and ran to Baxian Canal to beg for food. When I entered the village, I didn't see a single person, and the doors of every house were closed. The wind was cold, and the old horse shivered and sneezed. Walked to the Guanyin Temple of the Eight Immortal Canal, he entered the temple to hide from the wind and warmth, who knew that as soon as he entered the gate of the temple, he saw a lot of corpses lying on the ground, the old horse was so disgusted that he couldn't bear it, he was so frightened that he shivered, and only shouted in his mouth: "Lao Huang!" Lao Huang! Lao Huang! Old Huang ......"

"Grandpa, grandpa, who are you shouting!" At 5:50 in the morning, Tsai Tsai was woken up by his grandfather, only to hear him keep shouting, but he couldn't hear whether it was "Lao He", "Lao Huang" or "Lao Hu".

"Grandpa! Grandfather! The old horse whined and never woke up, and the boy who was only wearing trousers walked over and patted his grandfather's face a few times, and shouted brightly: "Grandpa! Grandpa wake up quickly! Wake up! ”

The old horse was shouted and slapped like this, and slowly opened his eyes, only to realize that Fang was a dream. He panted and looked at the boy with wide eyes, and snorted a few times.

"Grandpa, are you having a nightmare!"

"Hmm!" The old horse squeezed his eyes and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

"You can still have nightmares when you're so old - magical!" He sat down on his bed and yawned. Before a yawn could be finished, the alarm went off.

"Oops! I woke up early! Uh-huh...... "The boy fell on the bed again, and he didn't dare to sleep if he wanted to sleep - he was afraid of being late, and he couldn't get up - he was so tired that he panicked."

The old horse regained his senses, sat up, and crossed his legs on the bed.

"Ye just dreamed of something decades ago, oops!" The old horse was weak.

"What can scare you like that!" Tsai asked with his eyes closed and kicked his legs.

"Well, my grandfather was about the same age as you at that time—not as old as you, thirteen or fourteen! There is no food, no clothing, no burning, no way in the winter, your mother and her grandmother let me go out to beg for food...... Hey, I was still a doll at that time, and I ...... guts."

How could He Yiming, the new generation, be interested in the history of half a century ago, and without waiting for his grandfather to finish, he interjected and asked, "Who did you call just now?" Keep calling and keep calling! I slapped you and you didn't wake up! ”

"Call the dog! Grandpa called the dog as soon as he had a nightmare, and the four dogs in the family came in a hurry, and he woke up with two sounds in his ears! I'm used to it at home, but I didn't expect to wake you up by calling Lao Huang here! The old horse snorted with amusement.

"Oh! I slapped you just now and you didn't wake up, so scared that I thought it was a ghost pressing the bed, scared the baby to death! As soon as I slap you hard at the end, you'll be able to open your eyes! Ha! Grandpa, I'm taking advantage of you! ”

"Haha......"

The boy made the two of them laugh, laughed and lost sleepiness, and the old one got up to smoke and prepare for school. The two pots of cigarettes were not finished, Tsai Tsai went to school and left, Zhiyuan went to work, and Gui Ying combed Yangyang's hair in the Yangyang house. The old horse had the spirit and went to the Yangyang house to wake up the baby.

Gui Ying forcibly moved the child's head to the side of the bed, sprayed water on her hair, and then combed it one by one. At this moment, Yangyang is still sleeping, and the old horse is used to this scene. After Gui Ying dressed the child, Lao Ma also made oatmeal porridge for Yangyang, and Gui Ying, who was rushing to work, went out, and Lao Ma sat at the head of Yangyang's bed and told her to get up.

The baby's eyes were slightly closed, her breath was slight, her feet and hands were open, and she slept very sweetly, like her mother Lao Ma didn't feel it, but it looked a bit like her second uncle. Just watching people sleep, the old man felt that his life was very fulfilling. Unable to bear to disturb, the old horse pinched his watch and wanted her to sleep for five more minutes. Now in Shenzhen, even dreaming of his old Huang, the eldest, the second and the third, when he returns home in the future, he will definitely think about Yangyang and Zai Zhu and they can't part with each other, it is better to be free and easy, and enjoy which side is good.

After getting up, she quickly cleaned up, and before leaving, she hummed that she had to ride her scooter to school. The old horse couldn't do anything, so he carried her belongings in both hands, and he had to bring another scooter out of the house. When she arrived at the sidewalk, she slipped through the road like a sparrow, catching up with the uphill road and the brick road, and the old horse and the old ox pulled the cart in front of her. The doll stood on the cart and smiled in the wind, just like the doll in the cart when he pulled the cart to the field with an ox decades ago.

When Lao Ma arrived at the kindergarten, she gave her schoolbag, water cup, sweat towel, and rice bowl to the teacher, and then she breathed a sigh of relief and carried the scooter like an anti-hoe to find breakfast around. After breakfast, I took a walk and saw a row of big trees in the distance. The body of the tree is thirty or forty meters high, and the trunk is so thick that the old horse, the big man in the north, can't hold his arms, only seven or eight trees, the branches and leaves join together to form a super big tree umbrella, which looks like a forest from afar.

Walk over and look under the tree, which has an extremely developed root system. The half-foot-tall weeds and thick fallen leaves under the trees could not hide the intertwined roots on the ground, and the thick and high and interspersed root systems made it difficult for people to put their feet, and I think few people would approach these big trees. In the orchard, the old horse was used to talking about this, and he walked under the tree with one foot aside from the grass and the dead leaves. It is a thick green shade, and you can enjoy its shade across the street, and there is no wind and quiet under the trees, and the birds are singing happily in the trees.

I don't know how many turns of the year of these old trees, how many waves of children have grown up under the trees, and how many stubbles have changed in the buildings and streets around the trees...... The old horse suddenly felt a sense of humility, even though he was the same age as the trees. On one of the trees hung a sign with the words "Bodhi Tree" written on it.

It turns out that this is the linden wow! The old man was surprised and surprised, after seventy years in the north, he had never seen such a tree? Unconsciously I stayed around the tree for a long time, looking at its leaf patterns, touching its bark, and appreciating its heaviness. In old age, most of the time is delicate and leisurely, peaceful and rural.

Dark green and grayish-white, soft and soft, soft and moist, fragrant and attractive...... At half past twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Manager Ma took out a box lunch from the company's microwave oven, closed his eyes and took a long breath, absorbed the essence of the earth, and spit out the fragrance of weeds - this thing Shao Ying Guiying smiled slightly, and twisted her butt back to the office with the boxed lunch in the envious and curious eyes of her colleagues, and enjoyed it alone.

After talking to my second brother last night, I fell asleep, the old one was drunk, my son didn't get out of school, my husband didn't get off work, and I was alone in the house and pulled my hair. Wash and blow dry, chop into minced pieces, stumble on flour, put on two plates, and steam them over medium heat. While steaming and making seasoning, mince ginger, mash garlic, chop green onions, and pour equal amounts of peppercorn powder and chili powder, equal amounts of sugar and salt, equal amounts of sweet vinegar and light soy sauce, equal amounts of sesame oil and tea oil, equal amounts of white sesame seeds and cooked peanuts into a bowl. After the dish is steamed for a few minutes, pour the seasoning out of the pot, then pour hot oil on it, stir evenly, and you can do it.

Even if it is put in the refrigerator overnight, after being heated at the moment, it is still fragrant and nutritious. Gui Ying stuttered with a spoon, reluctant to let the transcendent experience from her eyes, nose, tongue and the precious awareness of her brain quickly dissipate. The practice of 30 years ago and the taste of 30 years ago gave birth to the yellow earth of 30 years ago, and at this moment, Gui Ying was eating steamed wild vegetables made for her by her mother and her mother-in-law (grandma, grandma is called mother-in-law in Shaanxi dialect) on a boxy low table in her own home in Majiatun.

At night, the doors and windows shook suddenly, the rain was pouring, and the cold wind was fast, Bao Xiaotang walked to the balcony to see that it was raining, and it was still a heavy rainstorm. She returned to her desk, picked up her pen and continued to watch the video lesson and take notes. With such a heavy rain, I don't know if my sister has brought an umbrella, Xiaotang thought about fidgeting. Give her a call to ask? I'm afraid that she doesn't bring an umbrella and her mouth is stubborn. Thinking of this, Xiaotang couldn't continue the course, sighed, and prepared to change her clothes to send an umbrella to her sister.

She knew that her sister got off work at half past nine, and she also knew the location of the Malatang where her sister was, so she took an umbrella and carried a bag, and walked all the way to Lin Point in the rain and school, and it was also nine o'clock at this time, and she stood at the door of the store to watch the meeting. I saw my sister wearing a mask and an apron, busy serving food to customers and cleaning up the table in the store. Xiaotang stood in the rain and watched for about ten minutes, and she was stunned and never saw her idle. This Malatang business is indeed very good, Xiaotang sighed.

At 9:20, she walked to the entrance of the mausoleum and shouted outside: "Sister! Sister! ”

"Eh, Sister Hyosung, there's a girl calling you outside!" Kong Ping, who had a round face and a slightly chubby face and white teeth, pointed at Xiaotang and turned back to Hyosung. Kong Ping is specially responsible for scalding and seasoning, and the hot cauldron is placed at the door, and he is always the first to see any movement outside.

"Oh, I see!" Hyosung saw Xiaotang, and stepped out and pulled off his mask and said to Xiaotang: "Tang'er, you wait a while, I'll be busy here soon!" Unable to wait for his sister to respond, Hyosung turned around and returned to the mausoleum.

Xiaotang stood on the steps outside the store, took the umbrella, and waited.

"Are you...... Coming to pick up Sister Hyosung? Kong Ping was cooking vegetables in the pot with chopsticks, and asked Xiaotang with a smile while showing two rows of white teeth.

"Oh yes, she brought her an umbrella!" Xiaotang replied with a polite smile.

"She'll be off work right away!"

"Oh!"

The two stood more than a meter apart, and the conversation was interrupted, one looking at the rain on the street, and the other looking down to stir the vegetables in the colander. Ten minutes later, Hyosung came out. took off his mask at the door, patted his apron, and asked Xiaotang, "Why are you here?" ”

"I'll give you an umbrella!" Xiaotang took out the big umbrella in his armpit and shook it in the air, and then the sisters smiled warmly.

"How did you get here? Don't call me ahead of time? "Hyosung folds aprons on the side.

"You've been in this store on WeChat! It's not far away! ”

"Sister Hyosung, your friend is so good, he will send you an umbrella at night!" Kong Ping stood in front of the cauldron, crossed his waist with one hand, and interjected with a smile.

"Oh, this is my sister! Not far to stay! ”

"Oh! No wonder it's a bit like you! It's so pretty! ”

When the two sisters heard this, they laughed.

At this time, the boss Dou Dongqing came out of the store, and as soon as he went out, he pointed to Hyosung: "Bag, hurry up and get off work!" It's raining today! Go home early! ”

"Oh, just getting ready to go! There are a lot of takeaway orders today, so thank you for your hard work! Hyosung was embarrassed.

"Brother, this is Sister Hyosung's sister, look how beautiful! How Peugeot! Kong Ping pointed at Xiaotang stupidly.

"I've never seen a pretty girl! Look at your humble look! All four laughed.

After laughing for a while, the Hyosung sisters went back with an umbrella. It's really unfortunate that the scene of two men and two women smiling, pointing around, and bending over to cover their mouths at the door of the store was completely watched by Zhong Li, who was hiding in the dark alley. It turned out that he also came to deliver the umbrella, but he was one step later than Xiaotang came.

It was raining heavily outside, and Xuecheng knew that his mother didn't bring an umbrella when she came out in the morning, so he worried about his grandfather. It is not appropriate for Zhong Neng to send it, and besides, he is tired and should rest. So he went downstairs and stuffed the umbrella, pushed his son out, and gave the umbrella to his daughter-in-law. The two places are not far away, is Zhong Li so lazy to send it? Definitely. Face, dignity, guilt, shame...... The messy and unwarranted things coldly stood between the two of him, and he gave her an umbrella, which was as simple and casual as an ordinary umbrella.

In his bones, he wanted to go. Squirming and pinching, he hurried all the way over in his slippers. He already knew what the name of the store was, which way the door was facing, what the door was like, what it was like for the first time, and he knew what Hyosung was doing inside, what time he went to work and what time he got off work. But the eldest male Ran deliberately hid in the dark alley after there, wanting to see what was going on, either when she came out of work by herself, or when she was helpless in the rain......

It backfired. Jong-ri only saw Hyosung joking loudly and lightly, covering his mouth and laughing a few times, pointing to the store and talking a lot...... She was happier, at least than she was at home; She is willing to speak, at least more than in his presence; She was relaxed, at least lighter and more lively than before. Zhong Li stood in the corner, holding his mobile phone and lowering it slightly—pretending to be swiping his phone, but his eyes were staring at Hyosung like a monster seeing Tang Seng's meat. Watching her leave the store, watching her smile with her sister in the rain, watching her get farther and farther away from him.

I knew that she had found two jobs, I knew that she would pick up the burden to pay off her debts by herself, and I knew that she would not set foot in the groceries store again...... Zhong Li knew the process and the outcome between them better than anyone else, but the more confused and numb he was. She was always so capable, delicate, and thoughtful, she was always so strong, calm, and credible, she lined him with incompetence, weakness, and evasion, and she lined him with failure, depravity, and distrust.

The relationship between them is like Ping, it has been out of balance for too long, and sometimes even I feel that I am irrational, very failed, useless, I feel that it doesn't matter if I don't work hard, she is not satisfied, and what she does looks funny...... Rather than letting others, the old, and Hyosung prove their incompetence and stupidity with their own eyes after all the effort, it is better to pick on the child from the beginning. A person who gives up has only one flaw, while a person who fails can find many flaws in him.

Zhong Neng knew that he was irrational, he was trapped in his own irrationality and couldn't get out, and he even enjoyed, gambled, and played games in it...... He was like a child in his forties.

"Eating in the noodle shop...... Her mother won't let her eat noodles, so what's the point? "At half past six in the evening, the old horse was worried about the broadcast in the noodle shop. Yang Yang eats snacks, fruits, and desserts after school, and throws them together, and it is enough to pick two chopsticks and noodles for her at dinner. In the past, the two of them always ordered a noodle when they came out for dinner, but now the old horse is stumped.

"Let's have three fresh dumplings!" The old horse waved his palm and shouted at the waiter in the south store.

It's okay now, Yangyang ate five dumplings and chopsticks. The old horse was a waste, and he ate a fried radish and half a bowl of soup dumplings, and on the way back, his stomach was so stretched that he couldn't see his feet.

As soon as he got home, he couldn't sit still, so the old man re-brewed a new jar of green tea for himself, thinking about refreshing, relieving the heat, and dissipating his stomach...... A man is drunk, who wants to follow the farts to come.

"Grandpa, I'm going to drink lemonade too!"

"It's not lemonade, it's tea!" The old horse corrected.

"That'...... I'm going to drink tea too. ”

"That's a lot of energy! Newly rushed, bitter! The old horse pushed away the green tea of Citrine Crystal in the glass jar, afraid that he would be caught by Yangyang.

"I'm not afraid of bitterness, I'm going to drink! I want to drink! Grandpa—"

A grandfather's cry made the old horse's old and stiff heart melt, and the old horse sighed and said, "Come on, you want to drink it to you!" ”

After pouring a cup of green tea into the glass, Yangyang grabbed the cup and drank it with a mouthful.

"Good fellows! I can't eat, but I can drink it! Don't be able to drink like your mother in the future! The old horse muttered as he filled the cigarette pouch with the end of the cigarette.

"Grandpa, I still want it! And drink this tea! ”

"Isn't it bitter?"

"Not bitter! It's fragrant and delicious! ”

"Sir! It's delicious! The old horse put down the cigarette pouch and poured her another half cup, but this time he drank it with a grunt.

"Still drinking?" The old horse asked, holding a large glass.

"Oops, I can't drink it now!" Yang Yang patted his bulging belly to show his grandfather.

The old horse snorted and glanced at each other, and continued to load tobacco leaves.

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