Stroke

(This is a paddling chapter, which I saw in Zhihu.) The author is Seasee Youl The source is Zhihu.

Before I saw this article on my phone, I was still thinking about how to write my new chapter and how Ziteng's story would develop. When I finished reading it, my mind was full of the shadow of this article, I don't know what attracted me, but I just had that feeling that lingered at a glance!

I'll tell you a bad joke, otherwise I won't be able to start!

It is said that a passenger was waiting for a bus on the side of the road and finally waited for a taxi. As soon as you get on the bus, the driver master starts to chat with the passengers, after all, the driver master is very bored to sit in the car all day and can also relieve the tension of passengers when taking the bus. As soon as the driver got on the bus, the driver said, "Although I am a driver and don't earn much money, I have my wife and children." I don't expect to make a lot of money in my life, I like to drive my own car with different people and listen to them tell all kinds of stories. No one can control what I want to do, and no one can order me. ”

The passenger said, "Turn right at the intersection in front of the master." ”

Driver: "Okay, no problem. ”

I don't know what everyone understands, I just know that everyone has their own way of living, but the social barriers are too great. Everyone who lives his own way has crossed the barriers of society and let society recognize him.

When I write this, I suddenly realize that I'm just like that, and it's ridiculous to think about it. I didn't live my own life, but I came to write chicken soup for others! (┬＿┬)）

The coolest old man in our village is still dead.

The reason why he is cool is because he is different from all the other old people. He will not nag non-stop, will not rely on the old and sell the old to train the juniors, and will not change his temperament because time is running out.

In my memory, he always stood at the entrance of the village, lonely like a tree, with feelings in his eyes that I could not understand.

The old man had always been tall and thin, in good spirits, and when he was young, he was probably a beautiful man, and the other old men in the village confirmed my suspicions, and they all called him Twelve. The son of the largest landowner in our area, the son of a wealthy family when he was young, ranked twelfth in the family. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, all the family property was emptied, his father was beaten to death, his mother was crazy, his brothers and sisters died and ran away, he was the youngest and did not suffer much, and hid in the former hired family in our village, so he hid for more than 50 years.

I heard a lot of older people talk about it, and they all feel very sorry, the father of the twelve young is not a big traitor, on the contrary, as a party Shenhao, he will give food to the poor family during the New Year's Festival, and when he encounters those bitter families who can't open the pot, he will also give the land to others for free. A large family is relatively kind, rich and rich, but has never done anything to bully others, which is quite popular with the people, but it is very different from the description of landlords in many books. The Twelve Young Men had a gentle personality, inherited his father's temperament, and were sincere to everyone, and in those days, he was different from all peasants.

He can write poems, a good hand of iron painting silver hooks, and everyone queues up to ask him to write couplets during the Chinese New Year.

He understands music, can play the erhu and plays the guzheng, and occasionally shows his hand to attract onlookers, and when the old woman in the village occasionally talks about him, she talks about Jay Chou like the little girl now, and her eyes are full of admiration.

He can draw, and when he has nothing to do, he spreads a blank sheet of paper on the wooden table and sketches the ideal paradise in his heart with a brush.

He can also cook, it is said that he has been greedy since he was a child, and he learned a few hands from the cook invited by the family, and the dishes he makes are fragrant and mouth-watering.

The only thing he lacked was a little ambition.

In fact, I can't say the same, maybe he also had ambition, after such a big ordeal, it is difficult for people's thinking not to be changed.

The hired man who took him in was an honest man, and gave birth to a daughter, eight years younger than twelve, and when he was sixteen years old, he was already very smart. The youngest daughter told her father that she was going to marry Twelve Young in her life, probably because she had feelings for this brother when she got along day and night, and the hired man did not object, and he remembered that if it wasn't for the kindness of his old employer, he would have starved to death.

The hired household went to talk to the twelve young people, and the twelve young people said their minds shyly, he has always liked this little sister, and he didn't dare to say it.

The hired man smiled innocently and began to talk about their marriage.

But fate never seems to favor the twelve young, the nephew of the county magistrate also fell in love with the little daughter, when the proposal was rejected, he held back the fire, after hearing the news, he was furious, and took a group of people to the employer's house, and the hired household and the twelve young were covered in blood, and threatened to kill the twelve less, at that time the big movement had not passed, the twelve young people's background was really bad, with the kid's network ability, this threat is not empty talk.

The little daughter was frightened and had no owner, and tears flowed night after night.

The rural girl didn't read any books, and she didn't understand any big truths, so in order to save her father and lover, she had to sacrifice herself to marry that bully-like figure. To be honest, I don't believe in this story very much, it's too much like the plot in an idol drama, but the old people in the village told me this unanimously, and they always said angrily: From that time on, the officials began to be bad.

The youngest daughter married to the state city and gave birth to two children, two months after she got married, the employer died, it is estimated that she had a knot and she couldn't get by, and the employer took the hand of the twelve young people with tears in her eyes before she died: Shaodong, I'm sorry for you.

Twelve young people did not speak much, like taking care of their father, sent away this honest man, every year when worshipping the ancestors and sweeping the tomb, he always respectfully kowtowed three heads on the grave, and spoke to the tombstone, and it was an afternoon.

The youngest daughter has never come back, but life still has to go on, twelve young people are still like that, writing poems and painting and pulling erhu when they are not working, but there is little joy on their faces. He began to eat alone, clean up the house alone, and stared at the stars alone. Different from other singles, his clothes are always clean, and when he walks, his waist is straight, and he never shows his decadence. He wrote a lot of letters, sent them to the post office every month, but was returned again and again, a habit that lasted for decades.

Twelve young people slowly grew old, and gray hair grew on his temples, and the older generation still habitually called him Twelve Shao, and the children began to call him Twelve Grandpa. Grandpa Twelve is very popular, he has never heard of having a bad relationship with someone, he agrees to someone who asks him for help, and he does his best to give others the help he can give, and gradually, he has become the most respected old man in the village.

He was elegant like a gentleman, who did not belong to this worldly environment.

Fate never favored him, but he never gave up on life.

Grandpa Twelve is always very kind to children, there will be a rare smile on his face, I was a child and grandma lost my temper, ran to his house alone, he was eating, saw me timidly peeking outside the window, smiled and beckoned me over, went to the kitchen and made a fish, gave me a big bowl of rice, I was embarrassed not to put down the chopsticks, but he said kindly: Eat, eat and I will send you home.

After eating, I kept reading in his room, he had a lot of books at home, and there were some comic books, this coke broke me, I sat on the chair and watched fascinated, my grandma came over, angrily pulled my ears and scolded non-stop, but the twelfth grandfather said that I was quite obedient and asked my grandmother not to lose her temper, grandma immediately stopped beating me, and smiled and thanked the twelfth grandfather. As I was leaving, Grandpa Twelve touched my head and gave me the comic books.

On the way back, I asked my grandmother: Grandma, did you like Grandpa Twelve when you were young?

My grandmother gave me a popcorn and I almost cried in pain.

As time passed, I left the dilapidated village and went to study in the big city, and only once a year during the Chinese New Year. Last year, during the Spring Festival, when I returned to the village after worshipping my ancestors, I was chatting and drinking with my childhood playmates, when a group of adults shouted something in a panic, and after a few minutes, the people in the village came out, and they went to the house of the twelfth grandfather with a sad look.

The coolest old man I've ever seen in my life is still dead.

Died in his own bed, there was some money and a note on the cabinet, the money was for his own funeral, and the note was for the villagers who helped, to the effect that his limit had reached the trouble for everyone. The women began to cry, small cries that converged into piercing howls, and the men began to talk about the funeral.

The twelfth grandfather has no children, no daughters, no relatives and no reason, no one can do the etiquette of filial piety and filial piety, but it has become a troublesome matter, my third uncle pushed me and said: Let him be a filial grandson, the twelfth uncle took care of him when he was a child.

I was a little embarrassed, but I didn't shirk it, kneeling in front of the mourning hall for a day and a night, the black and white photo of the twelve grandfathers in his prime, his eyes were bright, his lips were closed, but there was a trace of sadness in his eyes. The next day, the villagers came to me again and said that I had done the work of filial piety, and that the inheritance of the twelfth grandfather would be given to me. I hurriedly waved my hand and said no, but they gave me a wooden box.

I opened the box, there were a lot of letters in it, all of them were letters that Grandpa Twelve couldn't send, and they were full of thoughts about the little girl, he always felt that the little girl could come back, so he never got married and didn't leave the village, I can finally understand the eyes of Grandpa Twelve at the entrance of the village.

On the latest letter, at the end of the letter, it was written: Sister Jing, I know that my time is short, I don't know if there is really a soul after death, I hope we can meet again one day, but we can know each other on the bridge.

I put down the letter, but tears unconsciously rolled down my face.

The old days have become slow, cars, horses, and mail are slow, and there is only enough time to love one person in a lifetime. I've always thought it was the hypocrisy of modern people, and I never thought that there was such a thing.

The letter drifted away in the wind, and I hurriedly pounced on it, but I still couldn't catch it. A high-end car stopped at the entrance of the village, and from it slowly came down an old woman in her old age, the old woman's eyes were full of tears, and the letter slowly floated past, turning around her side.

The wind stopped suddenly. All the stories have found the answer.

I've also been looking for my own direction, and I've found it really hard, and if you don't pay attention, you'll get stuck in the mud.

Some people spend their lives pursuing their own answers, but in the end, who deceived whom?

A certain day, a certain month, and a certain year