Text/Wang Xiaoyu; Welcome to follow the China Finance Forum
Thirty years ago, I often slept in the wild. Sometimes I look at watermelon, sometimes I look at corn. The crops in the field have been harvested and need to be taken back. All families with ox carts are rich, and they also have the kind of human-powered carts . We broke off the corn, put it in piles, and then put it in a snakeskin bag. Every time, my mother led us two brothers to break back and forth in the cornfield. After breaking halfway, I started digging corn stalks and making a small path. My father would use a cart to load the corn bags onto the cart and pull them back one by one. When my mother and brother broke the remaining corn, I had already dug through the entire area. Just like in the forest, a road to heaven was opened up, with corn on both sides, which made people feel a sense of joy of victory.
The corn is very time-consuming and sometimes you have to stay busy until late at night. I picked up an easy job, loaded the car and waited for them to leave, and then stayed in the field to watch the corn. In fact, there is nothing to see. Every household is busy, who has the energy to make trouble? Just like a weightlifter has reached his limit, if he adds another corn cob, it may cause him to collapse. I just want to be lazy and lie on the corn pile to have a good rest. The late autumn night is quiet and cold, the night dew has fallen, and the body is wet. Because of the soreness all over, I can't care about these things. He leaned on the cob of the corn, looked towards the sky, and the stars all over the sky rushed towards him.
I don’t know what zodiac sign it is, nor do I know which star is called. I only know , Big Dipper , and imagine it is a spoon. What a big spoon that should be! Scoop a spoonful of water, it should be enough for me to drink for a while. Drawing it in the sky, thinking to myself, where should I hold it to pick it up? I was a little sleepy in the haze, but I couldn't sleep. I forced myself to open my eyes wide and stretch my ears. In my ears filled with the screams of crickets and , I listened to the unique sound of my car. Sometimes it was the father's cough, sometimes it was the mother's voice, sometimes it was someone else's car, followed by someone else's cough. I guess they were coming soon, looking to the ground in the darkness, sometimes, silently, suddenly two figures appeared in front of my eyes. Maybe my ears are tired, I can’t hear the sound, my eyes are sleepy, and I can’t see things clearly. Until my mother came over and rubbed her face against mine, saying something that made me feel sorry for me, and it felt very comfortable to hear it.
At this time, I will suddenly stuff a sweet potato into my arms. Maybe it was given by Aunt San, or it was hot. I closed my eyes and stuffed it into my mouth and began to swallow it voraciously. Looking back, there were piles of corn behind it, and the joy of harvest during the day disappeared in an instant. I felt a little eager, hoping that someone could steal the remaining corn quickly and immediately steal all the remaining corn. In this way, I could go home with their cart without any worries.
Every time this comes, the most feared thing is that my father stops and announces that today's work has come to an end, leaving the remaining corn for tomorrow to pull. Because I have to work overtime to peel corn when I go back at night. If I treat me as a person and leave it in the field to watch corn, it is more valuable than peeling corn. In my extreme reluctance, they would use a cart to pull the bedding on their last trip. Help me lay the corn piles flat, spread a piece of plastic paper , and then lay a mattress. This is my nest tonight. "The sky is the bed, the head is the starry sky, the feet are frost." I don't know who said such a bold statement, I hate him so much. I accepted this impossible task, fearful, nervous, and dared not speak out. I always feel that there are eyes looking at me in the darkness, and I always feel that any sound is a ghost howling. A little bit of wind and movement will kill my life. Stars and moon, it’s best not to see me, let me hide in the darkness and hide in places where no one can find it.
In the silence, I listened to my parents' footsteps gradually fading away, and the singing of the car made me feel more and more nervous. Wrap yourself tightly with a quilt and then tightly, wishing you could disappear like magic.Why is it so dark? Could there be no ghosts coming to tear me apart this night? When will it be dawn? Will the sky collapse and the earth fall into pieces this night and the universe be destroyed? Then the world will never exist again, and the sky will never be bright again. The more I think about it, the more I feel scared, the more I want to pee, but the more I want to pee, the more I want to pee, I feel that there are dangers everywhere. So I escaped from the darkness like a thief, sneaking back home like a stray dog.
Sometimes she would meet her mother halfway, and she would not feel at ease leaving her son alone in the wilderness. If she was taken away by a wolf, she would never have this son again. Seeing that her son was intact, I felt relieved. When I heard that she was here to pick me up home, I suddenly burst out with joy. We talked too much and had thick skin, so we walked back together, talking and laughing. Leave Baogu to the night, leave the night to the darkness, leave the darkness to the ghosts to toss. I just want to go back to the light and lie down in a house with walls on all sides. That's where I should sleep, I just want to have a good sleep and go to bed to death.
When I got home, my father never looked back at me. He sat there peeling the corn, the yellow light pulled his shadow long. Occasionally, I would cough or two, and I felt that he was already angry, so I was about to rush over and beat me up. But when I woke up, it was dawn, the corn in the field had been pulled back, my parents were busy in the yard, and nothing happened. I lay on the kang, the autumn sun shone in from outside the window, and the room was bright. I remember coming last night, like another world. I still want to think of something again, stars, spoons, the chirping of crickets, the cool night wind, the endless darkness, and the ghosts. It seems that there is no accident. I am afraid that there will be no danger and there will be no danger. The world is so open and upright. What the hell is there? I heard my father muttering and complaining that my mother was spoiling me, and then I heard my mother calling me. This time I have to wait for her to shout a few more times before agreeing, so that I can make them feel that I am sleeping in because I am tired, and even if I sleep in, it is my credit. After she had called out enough, she got up and ran into the kitchen to eat the food they left for me. That way I can feel at ease, that way I can chew heavily and not feel guilty at all.
always only realized it a long time later that every time I ran home secretly, my father went to the field himself. He was worried that every corn stick was his blood and sweat, and in his eyes, it was more precious than his life. How could he feel at ease, how could he get into the bed and sleep like me?
