Sister Yun is coming back.

At the entrance of the village, on the slightly flat road, the villagers gathered to greet them.

The ink color was still not exhausted, and everyone's body was coated with a layer of blue-gray mist, looking from afar, like overlapping ghosts.

And I, too, woke up early, but I shrank at home, unwilling to go out.

I'm out of love. At this moment, the heart is like a bitter gourd that has been frozen, both bitter and cold.

I'm afraid that my miserable appearance will be seen by Sister Yun and leave a bad impression.

Sister Yun and I have no blood relationship, but we are like relatives from the root and in our bones.

However, after all, I couldn't resist my thirst for Sister Yun, buried myself in the bustling crowd, and went to meet her.

After all, it has been eight years since Sister Yun has not heard from her.

The news that Sister Yun was coming back came from the mouth of a cousin surnamed Huang in our village.

Last winter, when Lamei was in its prime, Uncle Huang from the village worked odd jobs at a renovation company in Beijing.

That month, they took on an unprecedented job to scrape a villa that had just been rebuilt.

It is said that this single can make a lot of money, and everyone is excited, counting on the huge profits earned by this single order to go home for a nourishing year.

However, when painting the wall of the master bedroom on the third floor, Uncle Huang trampled an antique in the corner of the house in a daze.

"Bang!"

The sound of the antique cracking, like a frog with a swollen belly, spewed out this full void qi, the sound was harsh and piercing.

Everyone put down their work and quickly gathered up.

Instead of comforting Uncle Huang, they surrounded the broken antiques and argued about how much it was appropriate to pay the master's family.

"You see how generous other people's houses are, there are a million of them."

"A million? The things in the master bedroom are definitely more than that. ”

"Then it will have to be millions, and now Master Huang will suffer."

Everyone, you and I are quite insightful and scare each other. Everyone had no intention of continuing to work, and planned whether to call the police or run away.

Uncle Huang was stunned, staggered and sat on the ground, his face was blue, cold sweat was dripping, and he didn't know what to do.

A rush of footsteps came from downstairs, and two strong men in black quickly blocked the door.

"This antique is our lady's favorite, are you blind?"

The slightly taller man was furious and wanted to pounce on Uncle Huang and tear him apart.

Another strong man quickly hugged him and reprimanded: Have you forgotten Madame's instructions? Be kind to others.

After listening to the latter's words, everyone felt that things might have a turn for the better, who expected that the man who hugged the big man said: Our wife is not around for the time being, and my brothers and sisters are not embarrassed by you, we are all working for people, and the matter is out, so we have to do business, please go to the police station with us, and everything will be dealt with after our wife returns.

Except for Uncle Huang, everyone agreed in unison.

Uncle Huang would rather be beaten endlessly than disobey the wishes of the two strong men and enter the game.

It turned out that someone in our village had been in a detention center once, and although the crime was insignificant, in the eyes of the ignorant and conservative villagers, it was a great shame that could not be tolerated. As a result, everyone labeled him as a dangerous person and laughed at him.

Therefore, when Uncle Huang heard that he was going to enter the bureau, he was afraid that his scandal would leak to his hometown, so he clutched the door frame tightly and refused to let go.

Uncle Huang, who was single and weak, was the opponent of two strong men, and his co-workers were even more soft and hard persuasion, and he was outnumbered and finally carried out of the gate of the villa.

Outside the courtyard, a young woman with a beautiful appearance and an unusual temperament stood in front of everyone.

The two strong men hurriedly put Uncle Huang down gently, and bowed respectfully to the woman in front of him and said, "Madam."

With a "poof", Uncle Huang knelt on the ground, slammed his head on the stone slab, and begged for mercy from the woman in front of him with tears in his eyes.

"Uncle Huang."

The woman in front of her shouted cordially, and stretched out her delicate jade hand, intending to help Uncle Huang on the ground up.

The two strong men in black were shocked to see that their wife personally went to help the poor workers in front of them, and in a panic, they pulled Uncle Huang up steadily.

Uncle Huang, who was teary-eyed, timidly glanced at the woman in front of him, only to see that she was wearing a long red leather skirt, with a slender waist, a pretty face as white as jade, black eyes as big as pearls, thin eyebrows like willows, thin lips ruddy like xia, and the whole person was like a fairy coming out of a painting.

Uncle Huang was speechless for a while, feeling that this person was a little familiar, but it was difficult to tell who it was by name.

The young woman who was called Mrs. tightly held Uncle Huang's rough hand, and said softly: Uncle Huang, I am Xiaoyun, and my mother is Wu Qing, do you remember?

To be honest, Uncle Huang didn't have a deep impression of Wu Qing's family, and he was like a stranger to the little cloud in front of him. Probably because Wuqing died early, Xiaoyun spent less time in his hometown.

And this Xiaoyun is Sister Yun who grew up with me since childhood.

At this point, Uncle Huang had no choice but to bite the bullet and talk about the old things with Sister Yun.

This strange scene made the two strong men in black and Uncle Huang's co-workers dumbfounded.

The class division under the difference between the rich and the poor has given people living in the world a rare sense of self-knowledge and awe.

After that, not only were the broken antiques not pursued, but Sister Yun also generously gave each worker a tip of 1,000 yuan, and the salary was settled in advance by 20%.

At this time, Uncle Huang was very angry, and he was quickly promoted from a temporary worker to a group manager.

Uncle Huang, who has gained power, as soon as he returns to the village, is the kindness and broadness of Sister Sanyangyun who walks the streets and alleys.

A few days later, it is well known that Sister Yun became a super-rich man.

No one knows how much she's worth, in short, a lot, a lot.

However, as the word spread, the words of the villagers began to turn sour.

Some people say that Sister Yun won the lottery and stepped on shit luck; Some people say that Sister Yun was taken care of by the big boss and became the plaything of the rich; Some people say that Sister Yun opened a health shop with improper colors and became a top technician; Some people say......

In short, they will use the pleasure of their mouths to balance the discomfort in their hearts.

Most people began to sigh: How did Wu Yun, who was once bullied, suddenly soar?

Sister Yun is three years older than me.

When she was a child, she was a well-deserved pretty girl in our village, with long braids, goose egg face, willow eyebrows, cherry lips, especially a pair of bright black eyes, which were quite charming.

Later, when I read the words describing Xue Baochai in "A Dream of Red Mansions", "the lips are red without dots, the eyebrows are green without painting, the face is like a silver basin, and the eyes are like apricots", I quickly thought of her.

Every time I went to her, she happily left her work at home, dropped the book in her hand, grabbed my hand, and took me out to play.

Most of the wildness in my temperament was brought out by her. Of course, I love it.

According to my mother, Sister Yun and her mother, Aunt Qing, are outsiders.

Aunt Qing's hometown was built under a reservoir about a few dozen miles away from us.

One year, it rained heavily. A few days later, the water in the reservoir was almost overflowing. The local village chief stepped onto a newly bought second-hand tractor and urgently asked the township for help.

The officials and gentlemen in the township, under the village chief's anxious and low-level requests for help, still slowly ate lunch and took a nap before organizing a few stragglers to evacuate the masses.

The masses of the people are wise, and everyone knows that calamity is coming, and they flee one after another.

Aunt Qing's ex-husband is called Uncle Jin.

At that time, Uncle Jin planted two acres of oilseed and wheat vegetables under the reservoir, and this year's oilseed and wheat vegetables were better than those of previous years, with bright green and huge green, and a joyful atmosphere.

Seeing that the big guys had run away, Aunt Qing urged Uncle Jin to flee for his life.

Thinking of two acres of prosperous oil and wheat vegetables, as well as the old house where he has lived for generations, Uncle Jin had the idea of luck and decided to climb to a higher place and wait and see. The farmer lives on the land, but when the land is gone, everything is finished.

In desperation, Aunt Qing picked up the young Sister Yun and fled to the mountain with everyone.

The reservoir collapsed, and Aunt Qing's village and two or three surrounding villages were swallowed up by the flood.

All the living creatures that did not have time to escape were buried under the water.

After the incident, several villages were converted into fishing grounds, the township leaders who were killed were praised, and the families of the victims were compensated by the state.

Sister Yun has become Aunt Qing's only support.

In those two years, the mother and daughter did not have enough to eat, had no fixed place to live, and had a hard cold steamed bun, a soft and gentle coarse bran porridge, an adobe house to cover their shame, and a straw stack for the night, all of which were considered to be great sweetness in the miserable years.

Out of pity, an old grandmother in our village wanted to introduce Aunt Qing to Uncle Da in our village, but at first Aunt Qing did not agree, and heard that Uncle Da was not doing his job properly and was idle.

The old grandmother strongly persuaded Aunt Qing that even if she didn't care about herself, she had to think about the child, when will such a depressed day of wandering around, without food and drink, be a head?

A month later, Aunt Qing married into Uncle Da's family.

Uncle Da, full name Wang Shuaida.

Among the vices of eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, he lacked only one prostitute. Adults often say that he can't do it in private, and I always ask my mother curiously where is it? Every now and then, my mom would slap me in the face and tell me to get out.

When Aunt Qing got married, Uncle Da was already in his forties, and after so many years of singleness, he suddenly married a handsome daughter-in-law, and Uncle Da was overjoyed.

A few years ago, Uncle Da was quite punctual, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, and he loved Aunt Qing and Sister Yun very much.

But after a long time, he couldn't stand the heavy work in the field, and couldn't withstand the frequent temptation of some fox friends and dog friends, so he returned to the wine table and mahjong table.

People who are addicted to gambling have an unpredictable temperament. Win money, rejoice, and the world is peaceful. When you lose money, you are manic and irritable, you drink a little alcohol and beat people, and you don't drink and beat people.

Many times, when I went to play with Sister Yun, I could see that Aunt Qing's face and arms were blue and purple. And Aunt Qing, who walked up, was even more trembling, deep and shallow, as if a breeze blew, and she would fall.

Once, I hugged Aunt Qing's arm hard, and she screamed "ah" in pain, and then covered her mouth and pretended to smile at me. I couldn't hold back my tears like rain, and my heart felt like a needle, and I couldn't stop pity.

I kissed Aunt Qing's wrinkled face and asked, "Aunt Qing, did Uncle Da beat you again?"

After listening to this, Aunt Qing couldn't hold back any longer, two lines of sour tears rolled down, and her shoulders couldn't stop shaking.

Sister Yun hugged Aunt Qing, tears rolled down her eyes, and said softly: Mom, with me, don't cry.

I also stepped forward to hug Aunt Qing, wiped the tears from her face with my sleeve, and said, "Aunt Qing, and me."

Aunt Qing hugged Sister Yun and me tightly while crying and laughing, and the three of us couldn't help but soak tears on each other's shoulders.

As I got older, I gradually understood why Aunt Qing chose to endure and choose to stay in the face of Uncle Da's beating.

The countryside is a gathering place for gossip, and the conversation between the villagers after tea and dinner is nothing more than trivial things between neighbors.

After Uncle Jin's death, there were a few good things in the village, and because of their jealousy and hatred of Aunt Qing's appearance, they kept spreading that she had a Kefu life, and they came and went, and there was nothing out of nothing, and it was undoubtedly true.

Aunt Qing was abused at home and squeezed by the old ladies in the village, so some ruffians and scoundrels dared to openly play tricks on her, and even did some obscene things.

A group of old men bullied Aunt Qing, and the group of girls slandered and cursed Aunt Qing indiscriminately.

Adults suffer, and children have a hard time.

Fortunately, as long as I am here, no one dares to bully Sister Yun.

When I was young, I was quite tall, and I liked to climb over walls and trees, so I was more strong, and the average child knew that he was not my opponent, so he would avoid three points.

I have always felt that I am the patron saint of Sister Yun, and if I can protect her for the rest of my life, I am willing.

Time flies, Sister Yun and I have grown up, she has become more and more beautiful, and I have become more and more fond of her.

But in the summer of the second year of junior high school, Sister Yun's temperament suddenly changed greatly, she didn't like to talk, she didn't like to smile, she no longer took the initiative to play with me, and most of the innocence in her eyes was lost.

A year later, Uncle Da's gambling addiction has gone deeper, and his gambling debts are getting more and more.

In desperation, Sister Yun had no choice but to drop out of school in tears and prepare to go out to work.

On the night of Sister Yun's departure, I knelt down and begged my parents to help her finish her studies.

In fact, I don't need to ask for more, my parents are deeply sympathetic to Aunt Qing's situation, and in their hearts, they like the well-behaved and lovely Sister Yun very much.

When we arrived at Sister Yun's house early the next morning, Aunt Qing was the only one in the poor house, sitting on the ground with tears in her eyes.

After some inquiry, we learned that Sister Yun had stepped on the train to the north.

Before leaving, she was silent and did not leave any contact information. The lonely figure walked on the lonely village road, sprinkling infinite sadness.