After returning home, Sister Yun told me what Dong Hua told her in detail.

Uncle Yang's lover, Aunt Juan, has loved singing since she was a child. After going to junior high school, Aunt Juan was selected into the art class to learn vocal music.

Thirteen or fourteen-year-old children, who are in the prime of life and have just started to fall in love, will inevitably meet someone they like.

However, the person Aunt Juan likes is not her classmates or peers outside the school, but her vocal teacher, a man in his thirties with a wife and children.

After learning Aunt Juan's intentions, instead of giving her kind advice, the male teacher used extremely dirty means to seduce Aunt Juan.

For the sake of reputation, the school tried its best to suppress the scandal.

As for Aunt Juan's compensation, the school promised to send her to a key high school after being physically and mentally traumatized.

How can there be a wall in the world that does not leak? Aunt Juan's matter, after all, was spread to the people of ten miles and eight villages.

Under the circumstances of the time, it was a deeply humiliating and life-threatening affair. Aunt Juan was angry and went crazy.

After a long period of psychological counseling from relatives and friends, she finally sobered up.

More than 30 years later, because of a drunken loss of sex, Aunt Juan told her family about it.

Today, seeing her strangely dressed in a school uniform, sitting on the bench at the door of her house in a demented manner, singing the old song silently alone, Uncle Yang and Xu Cuiwan looked at each other and recalled this stubble violently.

Seeing Sister Yun finish speaking calmly, I sighed: Aunt Juan is also a hard-working person.

Sister Yun didn't answer, but looked at a few gorgeous flowers dancing in the wind on the wall, thoughtful.

"Goo," I snorted like a hungry frog in my belly.

I stood up and said apologetically: Oh, sister, I really can't stand you, I starved you.

Sister Yun laughed a few times, her face sank, and she pretended to be angry and said: When I came back, I didn't eat any delicacies from the mountains and seas at your house, let alone taste any jade dew elixir, and I followed you to be frightened and live a hard life.

I pretended to slap myself in both mouths, grabbed her soft jade hand, and ran to the kitchen.

I rummaged through the vegetables at home, stood up, and said with a smile: Sister, what you made me last night was fried steamed buns, and today, I will make you noodles, which is a courtesy.

Sister Yun sneered and said: Oh, northern cuisine, you are using the other way, and you are giving back to the other.

"In the way of the other, give back to the other?"

I hurriedly said: You are talking about Murong Fu, how can I be like him? What's the matter, I'm also a kind and honest Duan Yu, right?

After saying this, my "hey, hey, hey" thief laughed three times.

Sister Yun's fair and ruddy pretty face was permed with a piece of azalea red, and she punched my chest with her jade hand, and shouted: Talk a lot, hurry up and cook.

Before my mother went out, she pulled a few handfuls of hand-rolled noodles for the family, just because she was afraid that I would get tired of eating steamed buns, so I could cook some noodles and eat them in a different way.

As for the side dishes of Lao Mian, I decided to make three things: stir-fried cabbage, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and sour and hot shredded potatoes.

The latter two are easy to make, and this is the first dish that I have been researching quite recently.

When the cabbage is stir-fried in the pot, a lot of vegetable juice will overflow, and it will taste light and astringent.

After some research, I divided it into three steps: first, first put the chopped and washed cabbage in boiling water and boil it for one minute; Second, take out the cabbage, put a small amount of oil, and stir-fry; Third, pour an appropriate amount of oil, with chopped green onions, garlic, chili peppers and other condiments, formal stir-fry.

Three kinds of home-cooked dishes with all colors and aromas, poured on the white and smooth noodles, look beautiful, taste refreshing, can be described as an inexhaustible delicacy loved by the common people.

However, at the dinner table, Sister Yun only ate a small bowl of white noodles, and there were not many dishes in her mouth. But she frequently sent food to my sea bowl.

I smiled and said, "Sister, is the food I cooked not delicious?"

Sister Yun replied casually: It's good, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat.

In an instant, my nose was sore, and two lines of hot tears poured out in my eyes.

When Sister Yun saw it, she nodded my forehead and said with a smile: Don't be ashamed, you have to talk about your daughter-in-law, and you are still in tears.

I burst into tears and laughed, and said, "Sister, it's good to have you by my side."

Sister Yun didn't reply anymore, her expression was sad.

When I was five years old, Sister Yun and I got lost while we were out playing, and we were stranded in a mountain that was off the beaten track.

The mountain was not high, but it was wide. As far as the eye can see, the mountains are full of towering old trees and weeds more than half a person tall.

Gradually, Sister Yun and I went farther and farther, and we walked blindly back and forth on the mountains for several hours, but we still couldn't find the way we came.

In desperation, exhausted, we had to sit on a stone and wait for someone to find it.

Seeing that the night was dark and there was no one to help, the mountains were getting more and more gloomy and cold.

At that time, Sister Yun, who hugged me tightly, only had a steamed bun in her pocket, and she gave it all to me without hesitation.

She said that if she starved to death, I must live. I insisted on giving her half a steamed bun, but she said angrily that if I was disobedient, don't call her sister.

In the end, an old man who went up the mountain to dig out scorpions rescued me and Sister Yun from the mountain. And Sister Yun, because of exhaustion and hunger, finally fainted.

When I told my parents about this, my father, who never cried, burst into tears.

After eight years of separation, Sister Yun and I had endless words to say, but the two sisters and brothers looked at each other and said a thousand words in their hearts.

In the afternoon, the sun disappeared, and a few heavy dark clouds drifted in the sky, and the sky and the earth were gray.

With a pillar of incense, several heavy dark clouds seemed to be twisted by the gods, and huge and dense raindrops fell in the sky.

Soon, the yard exploded into large and small, dancing water nests.

This rainstorm came violently and violently, and it was late and lazy.

It wasn't until about eight o'clock in the evening that the rain was a little weaker. At nine o'clock, the rain stopped completely.

In the village, the villagers' running calls were no longer heard.

It must have been an unscheduled rainstorm, which made the sound of "crackling" water between heaven and earth, and the sorrow of all things was gone.

When Sister Yun and I were about to go to sleep, there was a banging on the iron gate outside the courtyard.

I cursed a few words in my heart, and reluctantly put on a coat and went to open the door.

As soon as I walked out of the house, I couldn't help but hiss and inhale a few cool breaths, and shivered a few times.

It rained a lot, and I didn't expect it to be so cold.

When I opened the door, I glanced at seven or eight villagers standing outside the door.

Headed by Dong Hua, the sloppy little daughter-in-law who offered her courtesy in front of me and Sister Yun at noon today.

I asked in annoyance: Is there something wrong in the middle of the night?

Dong Hua laughed and said with a humble smile: Let's find Xiaoyun.

I scolded myself for being unresponsive, and the purpose of their coming couldn't be more obvious. I should have preemptively said that my sister was not there, and cut off their thoughts.

"Xiaohua, let everyone in."

Seven or eight meters behind me, Sister Yun was standing outside the living room, facing the direction of the door, and said calmly.

I had no choice but to avoid the side and watch these shameless villagers walk towards my living room in high spirits.

"Bang," I slammed the door shut, and Sister Yun's anger began to arise in my heart again.

After entering the door, just like last night, Sister Yun was sitting, everyone was standing, and the IOU was typed and waiting to be stamped.

Seeing me come in, Sister Yun smiled and said, "Xiaohua, you go and carve a dragon again."

"What?"

My eyes widened and I looked at Sister Yun with a puzzled face.

Sister Yun got up, handed a folded piece of white paper to me, attached it to my ear and whispered: Engrave it according to the dragon shape on the paper, and burn the paper after carving.

I picked up a piece of pine wood, hid in the room in the north, and opened the white paper that Sister Yun handed me, only to see a majestic green dragon leaping on the paper.

This green dragon is heroic, the dragon's eyes are bright and red, the dragon's horns are sharp and sharp, the dragon's whiskers are long and light, the dragon's body is winding and strong, the dragon's scales are dense and shiny, and the dragon's claws are shiny and windy.

In the bright light, I gazed intently and reverently at it. After a long time, I was actually fascinated.

There was an illusion that flashed through my mind, that green dragon, if it broke free from the shackles of white paper, would definitely be able to soar through the clouds and fog and swallow the sky and the earth.

"Xiaohua."

Sister Yun called me softly in the living room.

When I folded the white paper with the green dragon printed on it, put it in my pocket, and thought about it again, I couldn't remember its appearance.

I took out the blank paper, and when I wanted to take another closer look, there was a "squeak", and Sister Yun pushed the door in.

She snatched the white paper from my hand and said with a smile: Forget it, this green dragon is extremely difficult to draw, so let's use last night's engraving.

After sending everyone away, I begged Sister Yun to give me the white paper with the green dragon printed on it. Unexpectedly, Sister Yun said that she had burned the white paper.

Sister Yun, who has always loved me and is used to indulgence, why is she stingy?

I asked with regret: Sister, that green dragon is really lifelike, which master's master's master's master's work?

Sister Yun scratched my nose and smiled mysteriously: When I have the opportunity, I will take you to see me.

This day has finally passed. I felt like I was tired as I was going to be for years. Of course, it's tired.

In just one night, more than a dozen villagers went crazy. It's unheard of to grow so big. Today, however, I have seen it and felt it myself.

If you think about it carefully, these villagers who suddenly have abnormal conditions are like being ruthlessly cut away from the deep memories of years, more than ten years, or even decades by a sharp pair of scissors.

However, the most terrible thing is that they are forced to return to a painful time that they do not want to experience.

Fortunately, Sister Yun and I are safe and sound.

If she and I had suffered such a terrible calamity today, for example, if she had forgotten me, or if I had forgotten her, anyone would have felt pain and heartbreak.

May a sudden pouring rain be able to sweep away all ghostly evil images.

May all things be peaceful and all right tomorrow morning when the sun rises.