My father and I were startled for a moment, the sound of the flute and erhu stopped abruptly, and when I stopped and looked in the direction where the sound came from, I saw a girl dressed as a student, very beautiful, standing three or four meters away from them. This article was written by...... The two starters were stunned, they were too involved, and they didn't know that anyone was coming next to them.

"Jia Fuqian, what's your name!" The girl asked angrily again.

At this moment, more than two years have passed since my father and his wife went to Beijing, and the two of them have almost forgotten that they had impersonated themselves.

When my father heard the girl call him "Jia Fuqian", he didn't turn the corner for a while, and looked at the girl in a daze and said, "You recognize the wrong person, I don't call Jia Fuqian." ”

The girl walked a few steps towards my father, and her beautiful appearance gradually enlarged in my father's eyes, and at this time my father felt that the girl looked a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, could she be ...... My heart was pounding.

The girl almost completely ignored Wang Sihe next to my father, stared at my father with dead eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "I know your name is not Jia Fuqian, you liar!" ”

At this time, Wang Sihe looked at my father thoughtfully, and whispered to my father: "Brother, this lesbian said 'liar' tone, why did you go to Beijing with us, that, who said that we are ......?"

"Traitor!" The girl gritted her teeth and said again, Wang Sihe's words obviously heard for her.

"Yes, yes, it's exactly ......the same as this tone," Wang Sihe immediately paused when he said this, and after looking at the girl a few times in disbelief, he said with a hint of surprise: "You, you are that, that Xiaoru?" ”

The girl glanced at Wang Sihe angrily, and stared at my father again, although her face looked very angry, but her eyes were very urgent, and she seemed to be anxiously asking, do you remember me, do you still know me......

After two years, the little girl actually stood in front of herself, which was something my father could never have dreamed of, at this time, his brain was suffocated, suffocated to dullness, dullness to stupidity.

opened his mouth and asked stupidly, "Why did you run here?" ”

The girl's eyes were red, she opened her mouth, and she seemed to have a lot of grievances and words, but she swallowed it back and said lukewarmly: "Zhiqingshan went to the countryside, I was assigned to you." Immediately, the girl asked lukewarmly, "Do you remember who I am?" ”

My father nodded, "Remember, your name is Xiao Ru, and your big name is Ru Zhenzhen." As he spoke, my father took out a thin chain from his bosom, a silver-white chain that glowed flawlessly white in the moonlight. Xiao Ru Deng showed a happy and shy smile, his eyes turned redder, and he turned around and said, "I will also work here in the future, and we will be colleagues in the future." After saying that, he ran away quickly......

My father, looking at Xiao Ru Yuexia's back running farther and farther, was stunned. Wang Sihe tugged at the chain in my father's hand and asked, "Brother, what is this, why do you still have this thing on you?" ”

My father suddenly came back to his senses, patted Wang Sihe's salty pig hand, and said, "What are you touching!" After saying that, he hurriedly put the chain back.

Wang Sihe looked at Xiaoru's back who had already run away, and said, "I really didn't expect her to be sent to us, she is taller, and she looks more beautiful, I almost didn't recognize her......"

I didn't have the heart to play the erhu, and I didn't have the heart to play the flute, so my father dragged the reluctant Wang Sihe back to the bedroom to sleep.

That night, my father had a very nice dream, but he never told anyone, never. Let's talk about it, my father never told anyone about the dream, how do I know it as a son? Because, I have had such a very beautiful dream, mother and son are connected, father and son are nature, I think, my father should do the same.

One day, two days, three days......

On the fourth day, my father finally lost his mind, and almost had an accident while striking iron.

Have you ever seen a striking iron? I guess there aren't many people who have actually seen it. From the age of ten, I worked as my father's deputy to make iron, with canvas aprons and sledgehammers, usually with farm tools: hoes, iron planers (iron rakes), pickaxes, etc. The most tiring thing is to hit that something, I forgot, it seems to be an iron plow, a big iron lump, after it is burned red, put it on the anvil, and pick it up and don't let it stop. My favorite thing is to hit the coffin nail, which is small, jujube kernel-shaped, with two pointed ends, thinner than a little finger, ten to eight centimeters long, and only half the size of a hammer to hit it.

In addition to hammers and stoves, there were also long handles and all kinds of clamps, which my father called tongs. There is also an iron pier, which we call here the anvil (zhen, the third sound), and my father said that the anvil can be used in hundreds of ways, but I have never seen him fully show it, because as far as I can remember, the iron industry has almost faded out of the stage of history.

The anvil used for striking iron looks very much like an elephant, that is, it has no tail, a straight pointed "nose", and two round and square "ears" on both sides.

When striking iron, the main hand stands in the upper position, that is, the direction of the elephant's trunk, the right hand side is the anvil, the left hand side is the furnace, and the deputy hand stands in the lower position, that is, behind the elephant's buttocks.

The main hand generally holds a small hammer, holds the fire tongs, is responsible for turning the red iron and commanding, the small hammer knocks on the elephant's ears, the deputy picks the sledgehammer and smashes it, the small hammer "dangdang" knocks twice, the sledgehammer smashes it, the small hammer "dang" knocks it down, the sledgehammer stops immediately, if the small hammer is "dangdang" on the ear and is not finished, then you don't stop the sledgehammer. The small hammer strikes the ear, which is the most basic rule of iron, and it is also the signal of the rhythm and pause of iron.

Striking iron, after really investing, is like playing music is a truth, sometimes fast and slow, sometimes urgent and slow, modulated and frustrated, accompanied by the sound of jingle melodious percussion, in the process of beating, you can experience an unprecedented, incisive pleasure.

However, for my father, who was a little distracted at the time, it was a different matter, and while hammering the iron, I didn't know what I was thinking, and I turned a deaf ear to the signal of the master's hammer, and smashed it mechanically with his head in his head. My father had already left school at this time, and it was impossible for him to make such a low-level mistake in normal times.

At that time, there were still three people striking iron together, the master stood in the main seat, my father and Wang Sihe stood in the deputy position, my father was on the left side of the anvil, Wang Sihe was on the right, the master used a small hammer to knock on the left ear of the anvil, my father smashed it, and when he knocked on the right ear of the anvil, Wang Sihe smashed it.

At that time, the master's small hammer knocked on the right ear, which should have been smashed by Wang Sihe, but my father also smashed it, and the two sledgehammers slammed into a place at the same time, which was very terrible, and it was not smashed yet, the two sledgehammers hit together first, as if they had crashed at high speed, and made a "bang" sound, and the cold sparks suddenly came out from between the two sledgehammers, because the impact was too great, the two people could no longer hold the sledgehammer in their hands, and then flew out with all the bullets, whirring twice, the scene was particularly scary.

The master of the two people broke out in a cold sweat. My father, the blacksmith master, has a very good heart, but he is very strict with my father and his temper is also explosive, and the old blacksmith scolded my father: "You little rabbit cub, what do you want, did I tell you to fight, this sledgehammer flew out to rest on the head, and the iron head was also smashed, get out!" There's water over there, go get some water! ”

My father put the sledgehammer on it, drooped his head and went to the side to drink.

In the evening, after dinner, Wang Sihe asked my father: "Brother, how have you been in the past two days?" Why do I feel that something is wrong with you in the past two days, are you sick? ”

My father shook his head. Wang Sihe asked again: "Brother, don't go outside to pull the erhu today, the sky is very good today, and the moon in the sky is also very round." ”

My father shook his head again. Wang Sihe grabbed my father's arm and said, "If you don't go today, you have to go, we haven't been out for a few days." ”

Wang Sihe took the erhu flute and dragged my father to the mountain beam. Wang Sihe stuffed the flute into my father, and he played the erhu today.

The two of them sat on two large rocks, and at the encouragement of Wang Sihe, my father played with him, and they played "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow", which was a harmonica music taught to them by the old schoolmaster.

Facing the bright moonlight, sitting on a quiet mountain beam, the ensemble plays this piece with a special meaning. However, my father is still a little absent-minded, and the ensemble with Wang Sihe is not so good, which is a bit of a bad scenery. Wang Sihe was not happy, and said to my father: "Brother, what the hell is wrong with you, you almost hit my head when you hit the iron during the day, and now you can't pee in a night pot with me when you play a tune, are you really sick?" ”

My father glanced at Wang Sihe, saw that Wang Sihe looked concerned, lifted his spirits, and said, "Come again!" ”

"Late at night the garden is quiet, only the wind is singing softly, how good the night is, how hearty the heart is, in this charming evening...... I want to say it to you, but I am embarrassed, how many words to pay attention to, the long night is almost over, the sky is bright, I sincerely wish you good girl, I hope that in the future, you and I will never forget, the evening on the outskirts of Moscow ......"

After the song, it was seamless, and this was the most perfect time for my father and Wang Sihe to play together, like a natural sound. When I was playing in the ensemble, my father was full of emotions and thoughts......

"Liu Zhenlong, you guys played so well!" A hearty female voice came, followed by a string of crisp applause.

My father's heart was beating violently, and he hurriedly looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw Xiaoru wearing a white shirt, standing there with a smile, the white shirt set off her like a fairy who descended to earth, looking at her, I felt that the moon in the sky was discolored......

My father stood up from the rocks and looked at Xiao Ru blankly, today Xiao Ru no longer has the same grudge as last time, she is very happy and cheerful.

"Can you play me a piece of music alone?" Xiaoru said and walked over to my father.

My father felt a little sweaty in his hand holding the flute, but he didn't refuse the little girl, nodded slightly, and asked shyly, "You, what song do you want to hear?" ”

The little girl tilted her head, looked at my father and said, "That's it, 'Evening on the outskirts of Moscow.'" ”

My father smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, it's nothing wrong with me, right? Why don't I go back first. Wang Sihe said very boringly beside him.

My father and Xiaoru looked at him at the same time, and the two of them tacitly understood that neither of them spoke. Wang Sihe nodded and smashed his mouth, looked up at the moon in the sky again, and said to himself, "Why is this the case?" After speaking, he took the erhu and left.

Xiaoru looked at my father and smiled, my father sat back on the big rock, and she sat next to her......