My father is kind-hearted by nature, and I believe his infatuation is rare in the world. However, he and my mother were married for twenty-six years, four months and five days. During such a long time, there were always quarrels. Once, they went to the marriage registration hall of the County Civil Affairs Bureau out of anger. When they walked to the door, their father refused to go in and asked their mother to see if there was anyone at the window for divorce procedures. My mother went to inquire about the situation. At this time, my father happened to meet a friend he had made for many years. The man asked him what he was doing. My father's face turned red and his ears were hot. He was suddenly speechless and covered his face with his big hands like a basket. The man looked up at the sun and said, The sun is bright, but the weather is not hot - What, are you in trouble? My father was so ashamed that he drove the man down the steps and said, "Go away, leave me alone." My mother came out at this time. When she saw the man, she said in a hoarse voice: "Hey, old Dong, I can't tell you. You want to apply for some life insurance, and you went to the wrong place. Look at my brain, I just remembered the gas stove." There was a pot of porridge sitting on the table, and it must have dried up!”
My mother lied, but that time it was really because there was a pot of porridge cooking at home that they failed to divorce. Later facts proved that such a ridiculous move was not meaningless. At least it was a lesson to them that no matter how tit-for-tat the words were, they must not be put into action when it comes to divorce. This is the bottom line. Your sons are all married, your grandchildren are shaking their legs and calling them grandparents, and they are still fooling around like young people. Are you not afraid of being laughed at by your old friends?
What makes my mother angry is that she has not cared about his father's food and drink for decades, and has tried every means to improve his life, but his father is always dissatisfied and cannot forget the woman named Qin Guimei in his heart. My mother usually says this: "We live together and sleep on the same bed, but you are busy with your business. You wish that I would die before marrying that woman." When my father is in a good mood, he will smile and explain: "I want to get married early, how can it be your turn? You have taken advantage of me, and I am still not satisfied?" At this time, my mother would change her routine. Her goal was clear and clear, just to ask my father to tell her personally about the past and the Whatever happened to Qin Guimei, as long as her father admits it, she will forget about it. This may be driven by a woman's curiosity. She didn't care about what happened back then, but after my father repeatedly covered it up, she decided that there must be some ulterior secret.
But more often than not, the father puts on his practice clothes , takes down his Tai Chi sword from the wall of the study, and walks to the square to box without saying a word. The mother was most angry with her father for being silent and turning a deaf ear to her. Because almost half of the county knew about his relationship with his first love Qin Guimei, and it was his father who told it himself. Every time he got drunk, he would tell the story about him and Guimei to everyone, except his mother.
My mother was very sad about this. She once bought a bottle of good wine, steamed chicken, and chose a beautiful and leisurely evening to hold a banquet at home. She wanted to have a few drinks with her father. My father likes to drink. He didn't want to miss such a good opportunity. As a result, he didn't drink much wine and ate all the meat. The soup in the basin was cold and the table was full of chewed chicken bones. When his mother asked him if he and Guimei had kissed before, his father felt a lump in his throat and suddenly burst out laughing. Don't miss this opportunity. The mother asked again, have you ever held hands? The father burped loudly and exhaled the smell of alcohol and said, "I talk about the person with my eyes." The mother quickly poured wine and asked him, so this person is considered to be in a relationship, did they kiss or hold hands? Still - my mother was embarrassed to talk about the further development, so she used a prolonged tone, hoping that my father would continue what she said. My father drank the wine with a slurp, stood up unsteadily, stretched out five fingers, and said with great excitement: "Seven pairs of insoles, she gave me seven pairs of insoles! She was affectionate and righteous to me, but I failed her." She! "
At this time, the father will be so sad that he bursts into tears, like a child.My mother is chasing after me, so is there any relationship between you? Are you sleeping? When my father heard this, he felt as if something had burned his feet. He jumped up and cursed: "You people today have such impure thoughts." He said this as if he did not belong to the same era as his mother.
My father therefore remained silent until he sobered up the next day. Perhaps the biggest concern for others was the innocence my father was trying so hard to prove. Talking about this is simply a blasphemy to love and unfaithfulness to a lover. Therefore, many questions will stop here, just like a mathematical problem that troubles humans. No matter how hard they try, they can no longer make any progress. There was a time when I was curious about my father’s story. I thought about how my father spent the time from that spring thirty years ago until he and my mother got married. Also, what kind of harm Qin Guimei caused him back then, so much so that he has always been thinking about it for thirty years.
My father will not tell me this story. He is old and has taken a back seat at work. Now, in addition to helping us take care of our children, he also goes to the square to boxing. He was tall and tall, with a bald head early on. There was a tuft of hair above his left ear, which he pushed over to block his shiny forehead. He had delicate features and a sad face, especially his eyes, which were full of affection and were always wet when he looked at people. What's even more peculiar is that he has a pair of wind-catching ears with very large earlobes, which is exactly the image of two ears with lopped shoulders mentioned in ancient books. Generally speaking, people with Buddha ears are very lucky, but my father had a rough fate. His ears were completely in the wrong place. The father I met spent his whole life in a leisurely manner. If you push back the time and consider the era when he was born, it is not difficult to understand why your father has the temperament he has now. When he was born, there was no food in China. Everyone smashed pots to make iron, destroyed earthen kangs, and transported the blackened soil to the fields to be used as fertilizer. My father lacked nutrients in my grandmother's womb, and it was a miracle that he came to this world. My father often said that he wanted to thank the Queen Mother for protecting him from starving to death in her mother's belly. My father seemed particularly interested when he talked about this paragraph, and his eyes shone with piety. He always interjects a story about King Mu of Zhou and the Queen Mother. Now, before I relay this story, I need to describe a little bit about the surroundings.
There is a mountain back to the west of Jingchuan city. Jinghe River and Rui River cut off back to the middle plateau and meet at the foot of the mountain. Huishan is very famous. During the Tang Dynasty 1,300 years ago, there was a lot of incense and Sanskrit music here. Thirty years ago, sixteen relics of the true body of the Buddha were unearthed from the underground palace of Dayun Temple, which caused a nationwide sensation. The government then carried out a large-scale construction project and rebuilt Dayun Temple. At that time, my father was still working as a private teacher at Xiaolan Village Primary School in Hedao Township. Soon he was admitted to university. After graduation, the leader assigned him to work here considering his expertise in historical archeology. My father was one of the earliest employees of Dayun Temple. After working there for twenty years, he could see the Queen Mother's Palace on the top of the mountain every day. It was almost a landmark building in Jingchuan County. He often saw the Buddha's light. When the sun set in the west and the sky was filled with red clouds, a golden light shone through the clouds and shone on the glazed tiles of the palace of the Queen Mother. Purple clouds rose up from the top of the mountain, like jumping flames, and Like a flying phoenix, the entire Jingchuan City will be extraordinarily bright. My father is not very expressive, so I can only know so much from his descriptions. There is also the Yaochi that he often talks about, which is where the Queen Mother washes and bathes. Also on the back of the mountain is a Qiuchi that is larger than a football field. It sparkles all year round and is called "Haizi" by the locals.
According to his father's story, Emperor Zhou King Mu went to Kunlun Mountain to patrol the west, and he met the Queen Mother when he came to the foot of the mountain. They probably fell in love at first sight, so they had a night banquet in Yaochi and sang love songs to each other - my father could sing the lyrics word for word, using the tune of local opera xianzi tune, slapping his thighs in harmony.
first pretends to be a female voice:
"The white clouds are in the sky, and the mountains and tombs come out of them. The road is long, and the mountains and rivers lead it."If the general is not dead, can he come back? "
The male voice sang again:
"I will return to the east and make peace with the Xia. All people are equal, I will take care of you. In three years, he will return to the wild. "
At this time, he would squint his eyes, tsk his lips, and revel in a wonderful love legend. However, things in the world will always leave regrets, even if it is the love between man and god, one will be the emperor, and the other will eventually become the emperor. Even immortals cannot escape the troubles of the world. The time of separation came soon. King Zhou Mu promised the Queen Mother to visit her again in three years. To show his loyalty, he also planted a locust tree at the foot of the mountain. Similar to today's young people carving the names of their favorite people on the wall. Later, the Queen Mother stood on the mountain and waited for many years without seeing her lover, but in the rotation of the sun and the moon, she stood like a statue. A statue of a god in the world.
His father’s story was filled with strong personal sentiments. He would cough violently, clear the phlegm from his throat, and curse King Zhou Mu as a heartless bastard: Why would he make promises that cannot be fulfilled and deceive others? ? It's a bit abnormal for my father to be deeply involved in the drama. He may have thought of Qin Guimei and put himself in it, as if he was confessing in front of a shrine.
I listened to my father respectfully, but I knew nothing about the whole incident. Very rarely, you have to know that when he and Qin Guimei fell in love, I was still floating around like the wind between heaven and earth, or maybe it was just a dewdrop falling from the leaves of the grain crops. Maybe it was my father's sincere worship to Buddha that had the effect. Maybe God wanted to test him, but we never thought about what happened next. So, the story of him and Guimei finally came to light.
It was one day in May 2008, and my father was taking a nap as usual. Since he was transferred to the government agency, he no longer has to go to Dayun Temple for night vigils. Now his life is very regular, working from nine to five, with two days of rest on the weekend. He has a good work and rest habit, getting up during lunch break, drinking. A cup of tea, then go downstairs and walk 100 meters to the unit. Everything is arranged perfectly. There is no mistake in what time to arrive at the unit, or even the number of steps taken per minute. This is related to the education his father received. He is a strict person. For a punctual person, if he were to be late, it would be the most unlikely thing in the world. That day, he was standing in the living room, holding a shiny glass tea bottle, half filled with soaked Tieguanyin . It was light green tea juice. As expected, he would finish the tea within five minutes. Now he approached the window and looked out, seeing the majestic seven-story pagoda of Dayun Temple in the distance. He suddenly felt dizzy and stood up. He could no longer stand still. Later, his father said that he saw a huge black cloud covering the sky above Dayun Temple, rotating at high speed around the spire of the pagoda, like stirring up a pool of rotten water with a stick, but everything was upside down. The water is on the top and the stick is on the bottom. My father has studied history and archeology, and because of his work, he has been observing the yin and yang and the five elements celestial phenomena. At that time, my father did not think of strange things. The first reaction was: earthquake!
Yes, it was what we later called the "5·12" Wenchuan Earthquake. The earthquake was clearly felt in the city of Jingchuan at that time. Afterwards, statistics showed that at the moment when the heaven and earth trembled, there were casualties among people and animals in this county town where Buddhism is bound by Buddhism. My father’s behavior was shocking. He threw away the tea bottle, ran into my grandfather’s bedroom with a pair of slippers, and rolled the old man up from the bed without saying a word. The chandelier on the roof was shaking violently, the glassware on the wine cabinet fell one after another, and the LCD TV fell to the ground like a wall. The floor instantly tilted into a 30-degree slope, and my father's escape path became steep and arduous, as if he were standing in a soaring plane looking for the door, with his body completely out of control. After bumping into the coffee table or the armrest of the sofa several times, my father became extremely irritable. He supported the old father on his back with his hands and yelled at my mother to leave quickly and risk her life. The word scolding is indeed more accurate, because at such a life-threatening moment, the mother was rummaging through the cabinets in the bedroom, still looking for her treasure.My father stumbled down from the five-story apartment building carrying my eighty-two-year-old grandfather on his back. The courtyard was densely packed with people, noisily calling on their cell phones to inquire about how their relatives were doing. But after a major earthquake, the geomagnetic field changed and communication signals were interrupted. People were extremely anxious. What's funny is that in the bathing town across the street, a group of naked men and women were shaken out, wrapped in long white bath towels, squatting on the ground like hens laying eggs. The mother looked solemn, and suddenly wiped away tears when she saw so many people, saying that she hadn't found the bankbook yet.
People stood in the open space downstairs waiting for the earth to shake again, but everything returned to calm. At this time, my father made a surprising move. He put my grandfather on the edge of the garden and ran upstairs. The mother shouted: "Wealth, wealth." The mother thought that her tears moved her father, and cried: "Don't go, forget it if you can't find it, people are important, you come back." However, how could the father care about so much? Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he rushed into the crisis-ridden building regardless of his own safety. Maybe it only took three minutes before we saw our father again. Like a madman who had regained his senses, he jumped out of the dark door and stood quietly beside us. We all looked at him. The lock of hair on his left ear hung down and rested on his shoulder. He looked very embarrassed. His shiny forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He quickly wiped it with his hands. As a result, it was all covered with sweat. Face blood. His arm was injured, a cut opened by a nail or glass, hidden under the sleeve. His father's hand was bleeding, and he was holding something wrapped in an old newspaper and it was stained red. It was not the bankbook or gold and silver jewelry that his mother had imagined, but the insole that Qin Guimei had given him.
Home is an extremely beautiful place. In the past, I could relax physically and mentally in bed and be at ease. But now the familiar windows look dangerous. If anyone dares to break in at this time, it will undoubtedly be a joke with their lives. My father was smiling crazily and apologetically, and I couldn't bear to look directly at his face. It reminded me of those martial artists who painted their faces red with oil paint before they came on stage. My father never took risks in his life, let alone paid the price with blood. He is a cautious person. And now, with this move, he proves that there is something more important than life. The thing was in his hand.
There is no doubt that this incident made the relationship between the parents even worse. You said he didn't even care about his life, just for a few pairs of broken insoles? My mother was jealous and said that if the sky fell, she would be the first to be buried. She had lived enough. In those days, we were like homeless refugees, setting up tents in the small square where my father boxed. This was my idea, if there were another aftershock, it would be no joke. Besides, the situation in the disaster areas in Sichuan was broadcast everywhere on TV. The pictures were full of ruins and people were crying and looking for their relatives in the ruins. It was frightening to watch. We lament that life is fragile, and we also feel that family ties are precious. In the moment when the world is shaking, so many lives are wiped out. Sometimes people are really worse than an ant. My father didn't seem to have changed much, and it became more convenient to box every day. He was tall and tall. He put on his training clothes and stood under a sycamore tree. He concentrated his energy, stretched out his arms and raised his knees, and made a move like a white crane spreading its wings, and stretched himself into a long-legged crane.. It has been fifty years since he was born, and he has already understood matters of life and death. He chanted while dancing with his sword. We listened carefully, and it turned out to be the content of Laozi's "Tao Te Ching": The heaven and the earth are not benevolent, and treat all things as stupid dogs; the saints are unkind, and treat the common people as stupid dogs. I think my father is really detached and has already taken life and death lightly. Otherwise, how could he have such courage?
We lived in the tent for half a month, and life suddenly became interesting during that time. At night, I slept on a simple bamboo board bed, the breeze blew by, and my scalp felt cool. The moon in the sky is big and bright, and the moonlight is as white as snow. The sleeping father's breath is even, and the lines on his forehead can be clearly seen.I once thought that his shiny forehead would be slippery even if a mosquito climbed up on it, but the moonlight shone on it, and it turned out to be as transparent as spring water. If a stone was dropped, it might make a "clunking" sound, and a few white spots would appear. of blisters. The night was very quiet, and occasionally a bird would land on the branch next to the tent, jump among the leaves, and chirp a few times. But this peaceful atmosphere is often broken by the barking wild dogs coming out of the lawn. My father woke up, put on his clothes and walked around in the moonlight, meditating like a philosopher. Then he sat cross-legged on the stone bench and remained motionless, like a stone statue, for a long, long time.
also has its lively moments. Our tent is surrounded by a dozen families who have moved from the community. They used to live in the building. Everyone locked the door to protect each other and were afraid of being peeped. Even if two people met on the stairs, they would rather stay down. He didn't even want to give the other person a makeshift smile. It’s not our fault, because such incidents happen very frequently in the county. When you nod and smile, you will always find those same faces, which becomes more and more boring. Sometimes when I am about to give a friendly gesture to the other person, my facial muscles are mobilized, but the person lowers their head and pretends not to notice. This scene is extremely embarrassing and dampens the enthusiasm for communication, so people would rather pass by and become familiar strangers. The situation has greatly improved now. Everyone has united like never before. Like the residents of primitive tribes, they set up large and small tents in small squares with red, yellow and blue colored strips of cloth. There are also military green field canvas tents, dark blue tents, etc. There is an oilcloth tent with the word "disaster relief" printed on it. When everyone is bored, they will get together to play poker, drink, brag, complain, and exchange news about the earthquake, as if to celebrate the survivors.
My father had three close literary friends, and they often sat on the bamboo bed in our tent all night long. When his father saw them, he was extremely enthusiastic. He brought beer from the small supermarket, and then went to the street to get some side dishes, such as salt and pepper peanuts, boiled edamame, braised elbows, and pickled radish with vinegar. They were all ready-made. He grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his handbag, and then his father brought them back. . When they are half drunk, they will greet the half-baked passers-by in the small square. "Hey, hey, hey, let's have a drink, a certain director, a certain director." In the end, they all seemed to be familiar with each other, and their words lost their sense of proportion. They called out "eldest son, grandson," and the distance became closer. In fact, everyone knows each other.
My father would get drunk after drinking a little wine, and he would tell stories about Guimei. I wonder if my father is suffering from senile amnesia, because he just told the same people a few days ago about the rotten millet millet . Fortunately, these literary friends and unfamiliar friends didn't mind this at all. They were happy to listen to an old man who was over fifty years old tell about the romantic past of his youth. But they are always disappointed.
As mentioned earlier, my father’s work experience began when he was teaching at Xiaolan Primary School, and that was the starting point of his relationship with Qin Guimei. There he met the love of his life. My father's narrations are always fragmented, beginning and ending, lacking necessary transitions, and many places require imagination. That night, it was the fourth or fifth day after the earthquake. After they re-understood the meaning of life, his father told the story of him and Guimei again. Many plots were revealed for the first time, including the three Even old friends don’t know.
My father is very smart. He graduated from high school at the age of nineteen and has thick black hair. That year, he worked as a private teacher at Xiaolan Village Primary School in Hedao Township. The school was a renovated three small tile-roofed houses, with only one class, and twenty children, large and small, sitting in the same classroom. The first group is for first grade, the second group is for second grade, and the fourth group may need to combine fourth and fifth grade. Although the children in the class are still primary school students, they are rural children who are inseparable from farm work at home. Studying is just a casual matter. The adults don't seem to care about this. They only learn as much as they can. Farmers like to talk about the birth date. Which "character" you are born in is the destiny. There is no need to force it. Just have enough to eat and wear warm clothes and don't get sick. Farm work is the most important thing. My father is kind-hearted by nature, and I believe his infatuation is rare in the world. However, he and my mother were married for twenty-six years, four months and five days. During such a long time, there were always quarrels. Once, they went to the marriage registration hall of the County Civil Affairs Bureau out of anger. When they walked to the door, their father refused to go in and asked their mother to see if there was anyone at the window for divorce procedures. My mother went to inquire about the situation. At this time, my father happened to meet a friend he had made for many years. The man asked him what he was doing. My father's face turned red and his ears were hot. He was suddenly speechless and covered his face with his big hands like a basket. The man looked up at the sun and said, The sun is bright, but the weather is not hot - What, are you in trouble? My father was so ashamed that he drove the man down the steps and said, "Go away, leave me alone." My mother came out at this time. When she saw the man, she said in a hoarse voice: "Hey, old Dong, I can't tell you. You want to apply for some life insurance, and you went to the wrong place. Look at my brain, I just remembered the gas stove." There was a pot of porridge sitting on the table, and it must have dried up!” My mother lied, but that time it was really because there was a pot of porridge cooking at home that they failed to divorce. Later facts proved that such a ridiculous move was not meaningless. At least it was a lesson to them that no matter how tit-for-tat the words were, they must not be put into action when it comes to divorce. This is the bottom line. Your sons are all married, your grandchildren are shaking their legs and calling them grandparents, and they are still fooling around like young people. Are you not afraid of being laughed at by your old friends? What makes my mother angry is that she has not cared about his father's food and drink for decades, and has tried every means to improve his life, but his father is always dissatisfied and cannot forget the woman named Qin Guimei in his heart. My mother usually says this: "We live together and sleep on the same bed, but you are busy with your business. You wish that I would die before marrying that woman." When my father is in a good mood, he will smile and explain: "I want to get married early, how can it be your turn? You have taken advantage of me, and I am still not satisfied?" At this time, my mother would change her routine. Her goal was clear and clear, just to ask my father to tell her personally about the past and the Whatever happened to Qin Guimei, as long as her father admits it, she will forget about it. This may be driven by a woman's curiosity. She didn't care about what happened back then, but after my father repeatedly covered it up, she decided that there must be some ulterior secret. But more often than not, the father puts on his practice clothes , takes down his Tai Chi sword from the wall of the study, and walks to the square to box without saying a word. The mother was most angry with her father for being silent and turning a deaf ear to her. Because almost half of the county knew about his relationship with his first love Qin Guimei, and it was his father who told it himself. Every time he got drunk, he would tell the story about him and Guimei to everyone, except his mother. My mother was very sad about this. She once bought a bottle of good wine, steamed chicken, and chose a beautiful and leisurely evening to hold a banquet at home. She wanted to have a few drinks with her father. My father likes to drink. He didn't want to miss such a good opportunity. As a result, he didn't drink much wine and ate all the meat. The soup in the basin was cold and the table was full of chewed chicken bones. When his mother asked him if he and Guimei had kissed before, his father felt a lump in his throat and suddenly burst out laughing. Don't miss this opportunity. The mother asked again, have you ever held hands? The father burped loudly and exhaled the smell of alcohol and said, "I talk about the person with my eyes." The mother quickly poured wine and asked him, so this person is considered to be in a relationship, did they kiss or hold hands? Still - my mother was embarrassed to talk about the further development, so she used a prolonged tone, hoping that my father would continue what she said. My father drank the wine with a slurp, stood up unsteadily, stretched out five fingers, and said with great excitement: "Seven pairs of insoles, she gave me seven pairs of insoles! She was affectionate and righteous to me, but I failed her." She! " At this time, the father will be so sad that he bursts into tears, like a child.My mother is chasing after me, so is there any relationship between you? Are you sleeping? When my father heard this, he felt as if something had burned his feet. He jumped up and cursed: "You people today have such impure thoughts." He said this as if he did not belong to the same era as his mother. My father therefore remained silent until he sobered up the next day. Perhaps the biggest concern for others was the innocence my father was trying so hard to prove. Talking about this is simply a blasphemy to love and unfaithfulness to a lover. Therefore, many questions will stop here, just like a mathematical problem that troubles humans. No matter how hard they try, they can no longer make any progress. There was a time when I was curious about my father’s story. I thought about how my father spent the time from that spring thirty years ago until he and my mother got married. Also, what kind of harm Qin Guimei caused him back then, so much so that he has always been thinking about it for thirty years. My father will not tell me this story. He is old and has taken a back seat at work. Now, in addition to helping us take care of our children, he also goes to the square to boxing. He was tall and tall, with a bald head early on. There was a tuft of hair above his left ear, which he pushed over to block his shiny forehead. He had delicate features and a sad face, especially his eyes, which were full of affection and were always wet when he looked at people. What's even more peculiar is that he has a pair of wind-catching ears with very large earlobes, which is exactly the image of two ears with lopped shoulders mentioned in ancient books. Generally speaking, people with Buddha ears are very lucky, but my father had a rough fate. His ears were completely in the wrong place. The father I met spent his whole life in a leisurely manner. If you push back the time and consider the era when he was born, it is not difficult to understand why your father has the temperament he has now. When he was born, there was no food in China. Everyone smashed pots to make iron, destroyed earthen kangs, and transported the blackened soil to the fields to be used as fertilizer. My father lacked nutrients in my grandmother's womb, and it was a miracle that he came to this world. My father often said that he wanted to thank the Queen Mother for protecting him from starving to death in her mother's belly. My father seemed particularly interested when he talked about this paragraph, and his eyes shone with piety. He always interjects a story about King Mu of Zhou and the Queen Mother. Now, before I relay this story, I need to describe a little bit about the surroundings. There is a mountain back to the west of Jingchuan city. Jinghe River and Rui River cut off back to the middle plateau and meet at the foot of the mountain. Huishan is very famous. During the Tang Dynasty 1,300 years ago, there was a lot of incense and Sanskrit music here. Thirty years ago, sixteen relics of the true body of the Buddha were unearthed from the underground palace of Dayun Temple, which caused a nationwide sensation. The government then carried out a large-scale construction project and rebuilt Dayun Temple. At that time, my father was still working as a private teacher at Xiaolan Village Primary School in Hedao Township. Soon he was admitted to university. After graduation, the leader assigned him to work here considering his expertise in historical archeology. My father was one of the earliest employees of Dayun Temple. After working there for twenty years, he could see the Queen Mother's Palace on the top of the mountain every day. It was almost a landmark building in Jingchuan County. He often saw the Buddha's light. When the sun set in the west and the sky was filled with red clouds, a golden light shone through the clouds and shone on the glazed tiles of the palace of the Queen Mother. Purple clouds rose up from the top of the mountain, like jumping flames, and Like a flying phoenix, the entire Jingchuan City will be extraordinarily bright. My father is not very expressive, so I can only know so much from his descriptions. There is also the Yaochi that he often talks about, which is where the Queen Mother washes and bathes. Also on the back of the mountain is a Qiuchi that is larger than a football field. It sparkles all year round and is called "Haizi" by the locals. According to his father's story, Emperor Zhou King Mu went to Kunlun Mountain to patrol the west, and he met the Queen Mother when he came to the foot of the mountain. They probably fell in love at first sight, so they had a night banquet in Yaochi and sang love songs to each other - my father could sing the lyrics word for word, using the tune of local opera xianzi tune, slapping his thighs in harmony. first pretends to be a female voice: "The white clouds are in the sky, and the mountains and tombs come out of them. The road is long, and the mountains and rivers lead it."If the general is not dead, can he come back? " The male voice sang again: "I will return to the east and make peace with the Xia. All people are equal, I will take care of you. In three years, he will return to the wild. " At this time, he would squint his eyes, tsk his lips, and revel in a wonderful love legend. However, things in the world will always leave regrets, even if it is the love between man and god, one will be the emperor, and the other will eventually become the emperor. Even immortals cannot escape the troubles of the world. The time of separation came soon. King Zhou Mu promised the Queen Mother to visit her again in three years. To show his loyalty, he also planted a locust tree at the foot of the mountain. Similar to today's young people carving the names of their favorite people on the wall. Later, the Queen Mother stood on the mountain and waited for many years without seeing her lover, but in the rotation of the sun and the moon, she stood like a statue. A statue of a god in the world. His father’s story was filled with strong personal sentiments. He would cough violently, clear the phlegm from his throat, and curse King Zhou Mu as a heartless bastard: Why would he make promises that cannot be fulfilled and deceive others? ? It's a bit abnormal for my father to be deeply involved in the drama. He may have thought of Qin Guimei and put himself in it, as if he was confessing in front of a shrine. I listened to my father respectfully, but I knew nothing about the whole incident. Very rarely, you have to know that when he and Qin Guimei fell in love, I was still floating around like the wind between heaven and earth, or maybe it was just a dewdrop falling from the leaves of the grain crops. Maybe it was my father's sincere worship to Buddha that had the effect. Maybe God wanted to test him, but we never thought about what happened next. So, the story of him and Guimei finally came to light. It was one day in May 2008, and my father was taking a nap as usual. Since he was transferred to the government agency, he no longer has to go to Dayun Temple for night vigils. Now his life is very regular, working from nine to five, with two days of rest on the weekend. He has a good work and rest habit, getting up during lunch break, drinking. A cup of tea, then go downstairs and walk 100 meters to the unit. Everything is arranged perfectly. There is no mistake in what time to arrive at the unit, or even the number of steps taken per minute. This is related to the education his father received. He is a strict person. For a punctual person, if he were to be late, it would be the most unlikely thing in the world. That day, he was standing in the living room, holding a shiny glass tea bottle, half filled with soaked Tieguanyin . It was light green tea juice. As expected, he would finish the tea within five minutes. Now he approached the window and looked out, seeing the majestic seven-story pagoda of Dayun Temple in the distance. He suddenly felt dizzy and stood up. He could no longer stand still. Later, his father said that he saw a huge black cloud covering the sky above Dayun Temple, rotating at high speed around the spire of the pagoda, like stirring up a pool of rotten water with a stick, but everything was upside down. The water is on the top and the stick is on the bottom. My father has studied history and archeology, and because of his work, he has been observing the yin and yang and the five elements celestial phenomena. At that time, my father did not think of strange things. The first reaction was: earthquake! Yes, it was what we later called the "5·12" Wenchuan Earthquake. The earthquake was clearly felt in the city of Jingchuan at that time. Afterwards, statistics showed that at the moment when the heaven and earth trembled, there were casualties among people and animals in this county town where Buddhism is bound by Buddhism. My father’s behavior was shocking. He threw away the tea bottle, ran into my grandfather’s bedroom with a pair of slippers, and rolled the old man up from the bed without saying a word. The chandelier on the roof was shaking violently, the glassware on the wine cabinet fell one after another, and the LCD TV fell to the ground like a wall. The floor instantly tilted into a 30-degree slope, and my father's escape path became steep and arduous, as if he were standing in a soaring plane looking for the door, with his body completely out of control. After bumping into the coffee table or the armrest of the sofa several times, my father became extremely irritable. He supported the old father on his back with his hands and yelled at my mother to leave quickly and risk her life. The word scolding is indeed more accurate, because at such a life-threatening moment, the mother was rummaging through the cabinets in the bedroom, still looking for her treasure.My father stumbled down from the five-story apartment building carrying my eighty-two-year-old grandfather on his back. The courtyard was densely packed with people, noisily calling on their cell phones to inquire about how their relatives were doing. But after a major earthquake, the geomagnetic field changed and communication signals were interrupted. People were extremely anxious. What's funny is that in the bathing town across the street, a group of naked men and women were shaken out, wrapped in long white bath towels, squatting on the ground like hens laying eggs. The mother looked solemn, and suddenly wiped away tears when she saw so many people, saying that she hadn't found the bankbook yet. People stood in the open space downstairs waiting for the earth to shake again, but everything returned to calm. At this time, my father made a surprising move. He put my grandfather on the edge of the garden and ran upstairs. The mother shouted: "Wealth, wealth." The mother thought that her tears moved her father, and cried: "Don't go, forget it if you can't find it, people are important, you come back." However, how could the father care about so much? Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he rushed into the crisis-ridden building regardless of his own safety. Maybe it only took three minutes before we saw our father again. Like a madman who had regained his senses, he jumped out of the dark door and stood quietly beside us. We all looked at him. The lock of hair on his left ear hung down and rested on his shoulder. He looked very embarrassed. His shiny forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He quickly wiped it with his hands. As a result, it was all covered with sweat. Face blood. His arm was injured, a cut opened by a nail or glass, hidden under the sleeve. His father's hand was bleeding, and he was holding something wrapped in an old newspaper and it was stained red. It was not the bankbook or gold and silver jewelry that his mother had imagined, but the insole that Qin Guimei had given him. Home is an extremely beautiful place. In the past, I could relax physically and mentally in bed and be at ease. But now the familiar windows look dangerous. If anyone dares to break in at this time, it will undoubtedly be a joke with their lives. My father was smiling crazily and apologetically, and I couldn't bear to look directly at his face. It reminded me of those martial artists who painted their faces red with oil paint before they came on stage. My father never took risks in his life, let alone paid the price with blood. He is a cautious person. And now, with this move, he proves that there is something more important than life. The thing was in his hand. There is no doubt that this incident made the relationship between the parents even worse. You said he didn't even care about his life, just for a few pairs of broken insoles? My mother was jealous and said that if the sky fell, she would be the first to be buried. She had lived enough. In those days, we were like homeless refugees, setting up tents in the small square where my father boxed. This was my idea, if there were another aftershock, it would be no joke. Besides, the situation in the disaster areas in Sichuan was broadcast everywhere on TV. The pictures were full of ruins and people were crying and looking for their relatives in the ruins. It was frightening to watch. We lament that life is fragile, and we also feel that family ties are precious. In the moment when the world is shaking, so many lives are wiped out. Sometimes people are really worse than an ant. My father didn't seem to have changed much, and it became more convenient to box every day. He was tall and tall. He put on his training clothes and stood under a sycamore tree. He concentrated his energy, stretched out his arms and raised his knees, and made a move like a white crane spreading its wings, and stretched himself into a long-legged crane.. It has been fifty years since he was born, and he has already understood matters of life and death. He chanted while dancing with his sword. We listened carefully, and it turned out to be the content of Laozi's "Tao Te Ching": The heaven and the earth are not benevolent, and treat all things as stupid dogs; the saints are unkind, and treat the common people as stupid dogs. I think my father is really detached and has already taken life and death lightly. Otherwise, how could he have such courage? We lived in the tent for half a month, and life suddenly became interesting during that time. At night, I slept on a simple bamboo board bed, the breeze blew by, and my scalp felt cool. The moon in the sky is big and bright, and the moonlight is as white as snow. The sleeping father's breath is even, and the lines on his forehead can be clearly seen.I once thought that his shiny forehead would be slippery even if a mosquito climbed up on it, but the moonlight shone on it, and it turned out to be as transparent as spring water. If a stone was dropped, it might make a "clunking" sound, and a few white spots would appear. of blisters. The night was very quiet, and occasionally a bird would land on the branch next to the tent, jump among the leaves, and chirp a few times. But this peaceful atmosphere is often broken by the barking wild dogs coming out of the lawn. My father woke up, put on his clothes and walked around in the moonlight, meditating like a philosopher. Then he sat cross-legged on the stone bench and remained motionless, like a stone statue, for a long, long time.
also has its lively moments. Our tent is surrounded by a dozen families who have moved from the community. They used to live in the building. Everyone locked the door to protect each other and were afraid of being peeped. Even if two people met on the stairs, they would rather stay down. He didn't even want to give the other person a makeshift smile. It’s not our fault, because such incidents happen very frequently in the county. When you nod and smile, you will always find those same faces, which becomes more and more boring. Sometimes when I am about to give a friendly gesture to the other person, my facial muscles are mobilized, but the person lowers their head and pretends not to notice. This scene is extremely embarrassing and dampens the enthusiasm for communication, so people would rather pass by and become familiar strangers. The situation has greatly improved now. Everyone has united like never before. Like the residents of primitive tribes, they set up large and small tents in small squares with red, yellow and blue colored strips of cloth. There are also military green field canvas tents, dark blue tents, etc. There is an oilcloth tent with the word "disaster relief" printed on it. When everyone is bored, they will get together to play poker, drink, brag, complain, and exchange news about the earthquake, as if to celebrate the survivors.
My father had three close literary friends, and they often sat on the bamboo bed in our tent all night long. When his father saw them, he was extremely enthusiastic. He brought beer from the small supermarket, and then went to the street to get some side dishes, such as salt and pepper peanuts, boiled edamame, braised elbows, and pickled radish with vinegar. They were all ready-made. He grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his handbag, and then his father brought them back. . When they are half drunk, they will greet the half-baked passers-by in the small square. "Hey, hey, hey, let's have a drink, a certain director, a certain director." In the end, they all seemed to be familiar with each other, and their words lost their sense of proportion. They called out "eldest son, grandson," and the distance became closer. In fact, everyone knows each other.
My father would get drunk after drinking a little wine, and he would tell stories about Guimei. I wonder if my father is suffering from senile amnesia, because he just told the same people a few days ago about the rotten millet millet . Fortunately, these literary friends and unfamiliar friends didn't mind this at all. They were happy to listen to an old man who was over fifty years old tell about the romantic past of his youth. But they are always disappointed.
As mentioned earlier, my father’s work experience began when he was teaching at Xiaolan Primary School, and that was the starting point of his relationship with Qin Guimei. There he met the love of his life. My father's narrations are always fragmented, beginning and ending, lacking necessary transitions, and many places require imagination. That night, it was the fourth or fifth day after the earthquake. After they re-understood the meaning of life, his father told the story of him and Guimei again. Many plots were revealed for the first time, including the three Even old friends don’t know.
My father is very smart. He graduated from high school at the age of nineteen and has thick black hair. That year, he worked as a private teacher at Xiaolan Village Primary School in Hedao Township. The school was a renovated three small tile-roofed houses, with only one class, and twenty children, large and small, sitting in the same classroom. The first group is for first grade, the second group is for second grade, and the fourth group may need to combine fourth and fifth grade. Although the children in the class are still primary school students, they are rural children who are inseparable from farm work at home. Studying is just a casual matter. The adults don't seem to care about this. They only learn as much as they can. Farmers like to talk about the birth date. Which "character" you are born in is the destiny. There is no need to force it. Just have enough to eat and wear warm clothes and don't get sick. Farm work is the most important thing.Some children with black beards and stubble were asked to write an essay when they were still in the third grade. They would write "I slept on the same kang with the old lady" instead of "I slept in the same pit with the old wolf." There is only one boy named Wenhua who studies well, is smart, and has a fair face. He always carries a white cloth embroidered shoulder bag. The shoes on her feet are black velvet with square openings and fur soles with white edges. In the winter, there is a blouse on top of the cotton-padded jacket, which is washed clean. Unlike other dolls, the hands are either stained black by the green skin of walnuts, or they are stained with phoenix. Xianhua wrapped half of her fingers in ocher, and her face was as chapped as a melon. When she stretched out her hand, there were cracks with frostbite, her fingernails were full of black mud, her chest and sleeves were smeared with snot, and her waist was pierced when she went to school. A rope for tying straw, or a small basket for picking up sheep and cow dung. If your grades don’t improve, there’s no need to worry at all. The teacher looked at Wenhua with special eyes and asked, "Who made your shoes?" Wenhua said, "My sister." He then asked, "Your hair has a fragrant smell. Was it your sister who washed it for you?" Wenhua said "Yeah," nodded. Then he asked: "The red review in your homework book was also written by your sister? The handwriting is very neat!" Wenhua blinked and said, "Teacher, do you have a crush on my sister?" The teacher blushed, I gently patted his big head three times with my homework book and scolded him: "Nonsense! I've been so embarrassed in class these days. Go and call your sister!"
Wenhua's sister came the next day. Yes, I have the same shampoo smell as Wenhua's hair.
My father stopped here, hesitated for a moment, and patted his forehead, which was as bright as a Japanese samurai. He was afraid of missing any details, and it seemed that he was reminiscing about the past, searching for words and sentences in his mind, looking for a better one. A more perfect expression.
That day, a pig hair seller came to the village and collected the pig hair and chicken bones that Uncle Qin Liu’s family had saved for a year. Here comes another master who pulls a rack truck and pops popcorn in villages and communities. The primary school is next to the village center, in the center of the village. There is a large waterlogging pond next to it, and there are five large, hollow willow trees beside it. The black-faced popcorn man set up camp at the gate of the primary school. He first filled the enamel jar with the corn kernels he brought with him, poured them into the popcorn machine, placed it on the small stove, and pulled the small wooden bellows , and the flames were bulging in the popcorn machine. Burning in stomach. He pulled the bellows with his left hand and stirred the turntable with his right hand. He looked ahead and fell into the mechanical cycle. There was a broken dial on the turntable. The man popped the popcorn by feel. When the time was up, he lifted up the popcorn machine and stuffed it into a special cage. He stepped on it until white smoke came out. With the sound of "bang", people knew that the popcorn master had entered the village, so they went out to see what was going on and asked about the market price: 5 cents or 10 cents for a popcorn popcorn? The black-faced man travels all over the country and is proficient in business. He will give the first jar of cooked rice to the children and say, go back to your parents to ask for money. As for corn, he needless to say, the autumn harvest has just passed and the children have plenty of it at home.
The black-faced man’s business ran into trouble at the entrance of Xiaolan Primary School. The popcorn machine exploded, and the children knew what was going on, so they ran away from the classroom in droves. The teacher was writing on the blackboard. When he turned around, only crooked desks and benches were left in the classroom. He chased after him, and the children held popcorn in their hands and devoured it. When they saw the teacher, they flew back to the classroom in a swarm. The teacher was very angry and gave the man some emotional advice, telling him that education is the basis , a century-old plan, this is not a good place for popcorn, please choose another place to find sources of wealth.
However, the man was well-informed and did not accept his opinion. Finally, he agreed to give the teacher a nest of crispy and fragrant rice pops. My father was still a big boy back then and was not tempted. So, he entered the school gate and rang the iron bell (actually it was a discarded half plowshare ).
The teacher got a basin full of popcorn for free. His back was to the pond fifty meters away, and also to the motorcycle road in front of the school. At this time, Wenhua came and pulled his collar from behind. The teacher smelled the smell of chemical shampoo, which was rare in the countryside. Wenhua said: "Teacher Dong, my sister is here.The teacher said, "Ah?" "I turned around and saw a girl standing openly in front of him, not too close but not too far away. Her hair was tied on the top of her head. Her two ears and wings were white. When she looked at her eyes, they were flashing with pure light, and her heart was filled with joy. It jumped up all of a sudden.
"Okay. " He replied, his face burning to the base of his ears.
The girl asked: "What does 'okay' mean? "
The teacher said: "'Hao' means 'good'. "
Wenhua ran away and threw the two men and women together. The eldest girl, the young wife, the children, and the bastards all came to pop popcorn. You tell me, what can they say standing there? Teacher Said: “Eat the flowers, eat the flowers. "The girl grabbed a few grains lightly. The teacher reached out and picked up a large handful in the basin, and put it into the big pocket of the girl's blue shirt. One handful was not enough, so he put another handful, and then another handful. The girl also became awkward, covering her pockets, and kept saying: "That's enough, that's enough, Teacher Dong. "
The subsequent story is very ordinary. The teacher and the girl fell in love at first sight. Her name is Qin Guimei, she is eighteen years old, and she is the eldest daughter of Qin Carpenter's family in Gouquan Community of this village. She is at a good age for people to be beautiful. Her family is just behind Laochi. On the east fork of the road, not far from the school. She often washed her clothes on the bluestone beside the pond and dried her gown on the grassy slope next to the willow tree, but she had never seen the young teacher who loved reading. After school, he would hide in the dormitory and read books on Chinese and arithmetic. On weekends, he would take the bus back to his hometown in Gaoping Town, where he would help his old father with some farm work, such as weeding, hoeing, and firewood. He was busy cooking the kang, fetching water, sweeping the yard, feeding chickens and dogs, but the old father never asked him to do dirty work such as harvesting seeds or collecting dung. The old man said: "My son has one foot. When entering the official's house, just see if you can follow with your back foot. Don't let these things ruin my son's official career. "He asked the teacher to spare some time and read more. Often at noon on Saturdays, he would smile happily when he came in. In the afternoon, he would blow his beard and stare, ask the people in the house (my grandmother) to cook a good meal and send the teacher away. Xiaolan Village, and warned him: "A man must not mess around with women when he is single. If he wants to be honest, he will behave with dignity. Wherever you go from now on, she will follow you." "
I think this sentence may have played a vital role in the relationship between father and Guimei. The teacher has two clay legs, one of which is still hanging outside the door of the public house. If you ask him to flirt with women, give him ten He and Guimei started a secret relationship. After writing, he would wrap it in white paper, seal it with glue, fold it into a small corner, and then ask Wenhua to deliver it. To his sister. Wenhua was smart and ran away from the school gate without asking any questions. His snow-white embroidered schoolbag dangled on the motorcycle road until he turned around and disappeared.
By chance, I found these letters from my father. The letters written by Guimei to him and the letters written by him to Guimei were all well packed in a large file bag. It was incredible to look through the letters. There was not a single sentence in them. When they were kissing each other, they talked about common things, listened to the news on the radio, and wrote a few mathematical equations to see if they could answer them. They called each other "close comrades" and always said "Best regards" when writing. "Salute to the Revolution". Of course, he also gave gifts, which were nothing more than chalk, dip pens, red ink and the like.
The teacher was confused. He would panic when he didn't see Guimei, and even more panic when he saw Guimei. Sometimes, he would go to Lao Pond Wandering around, I secretly glanced at the front door of Carpenter Qin's house, hoping to see Guimei walking out from under the earthen wall. Many times she failed, but she accidentally bumped into the alley. Both of them were embarrassed and blushed. Don't turn your head and leave. You are too embarrassed to look back, feeling that the other person is far away, so you pretend to squat down to pick up your shoes, or deliberately rub your pants, only to find that there is no one around, then you dare to look at Gui from a distance. Mei was washing clothes by the pond, revealing a slender waist. He walked over to her, as if there was a bird in her chest, fluttering wildly.
This situation has been going on for a while, and finally there is a change. One morning in winter, the teacher went to the village's well to fetch water. This is the water source for the whole village. There is no need to go down into the deep ditch to carry donkeys on their shoulders, which saves a lot of trouble. The teacher saw Guimei from a distance. She walked to the water house carrying two iron buckets and lined up. Teachers can't escape. They had a tacit understanding in the past and made sure the time was right. Guimei was carrying water and walking back. He happened to rush over and took a sneak peek on the way. She was in a beautiful mood all day long. Their buckets were placed close to each other. There was Uncle Qin Liu who was an eyesore in front of him. The teacher thought, if there was no one around, he would say a few words to Guimei, such as "Have you eaten?" I can only lower my head in shame.
Guimei said: "Put your bucket forward, Teacher Dong."
The teacher said: "Ah, it can't be helped."
Guimei said: "I will go to the school to find you later."
The teacher waved his hands and said : "Bye bye, Wenhua has been doing very well in school these days. If you have anything to worry about, tell me now." Guimei frowned and said, "It's nothing."
Uncle Liu's bucket was full. After getting the water, he handed the rubber hose from the well to Guimei, picked up the pole and walked away in a flash. The teacher was stupid. Guimei said to bring your poke over quickly, and he pushed it forward. Guimei jumped slightly and stepped aside. A thick jet of water spurted out from the mouth of the pipe and fell into the teacher's iron bucket, almost overturning the bucket.
The teacher’s bucket was quickly full. He picked it up, said “thank you” and left. Guimei still had to fetch water for her bucket, and she had no chance to deliver the flower insoles embroidered with dragons and phoenixes in her pockets, so she had to give them to her younger brother Wenhua to run away with.
My father sighed, and I saw him burst into tears. He was drunk, his face was rosy, he stood up and held out five fingers to everyone and said with emotion: "During that time, three months a year, she gave me seven pairs of insoles. She was affectionate, but I was unjust."
The story is back to the familiar plot. Her father said that he talked about the first love in his life with his eyes, and all the emotions and admiration were in that pile of paper. Until the end, Guimei asked his brother to send her the seventh pair of insoles and all the letters he wrote to her. , then I realized that they didn’t want to drag me along anymore.
My father said that at that time, he felt a little hateful. However, this heartbreaking feeling was soon diluted by another major event in his life. He received a call from the County Education Bureau, saying that Dong Fugui's college admission notice had been sent and the county was preparing to hold a commendation meeting.
We sat in the tent and listened so absorbedly that we even forgot to drink wine. The story is far from the end at this point, because my father's concern for Guimei has lasted for thirty years, and this is just a fragment in his memory.
The teacher quickly made preparations for school. The old father sold the New Year pig and collected 150 yuan to spend. The old mother went to Jingchuan City to make bedding, pulled six feet of polyester fabric and hired someone to make it. I bought a cadre uniform with four pockets. There is a college student in the family, and everyone in Gaopingyuan is talking about it, it's incredible, it's incredible. However, slowly, the excitement of being admitted to college and the frustration of a broken relationship ebbed and flowed in his heart, and the teacher fell into the abyss of painful emotions again. It's September again, the autumn air is crisp and cool, and the autumn harvest is around the corner. Wild grasses have filled the abandoned wheat stubble fields with vitality. The corn kernels are plump, the pearls are ripe, and the big sticks are poking out. Seeing the time for the start of school approaching day by day, the teacher was extremely irritable and said angrily that he would not go to Lanzhou. The old father raised his whip and said, "You are so stupid!"
Finally waited for a good opportunity. There is a Lei Gong Temple in the village, and the temple fair will be held on the eighth day of August. It will be very lively with drums and operas.Moreover, in villages with a radius of several miles, young daughters-in-law will secretly sell dumplings, twists, fried noodles, and fish with jelly under the instructions of their mother-in-law. People from all over the countryside come to burn incense and worship Buddha, make wishes, and make fortunes. Go now. , maybe you can see Guimei, it is not easy to attract attention among the people visiting the temple fair. The night before, the teacher was so excited that he couldn't sleep a wink. He wanted to tell Guimei carefully about wearing a big flower and being rewarded in the county town. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He really couldn't sleep, so he got up and went to the toilet a few times, and put on the cadre uniform he was going out for twice. After struggling like this all night, I caught the first bus the next day and hit the road carrying a yellow satchel that said "Serve the People". There is a two-brick-thick copy of "Cihai" in the bag, which was awarded to him by the County Education Bureau. He wanted to give it to Guimei and say sweet words.
Xiaolan Village is forty or fifty miles away from home, and the shuttle bus has to pass through Jingchuan County. He changed trains twice, but when he arrived at the primary school where he used to teach, he didn't dare to go down, for fear that others would see him and gossip. The teacher had to sit two or three miles longer before asking the master to stop the car. On the first day of the temple fair, there were many people, and Qin Opera was also sung. The teacher did not dare to go to the primary school in the center of the village, let alone stand near the flood pond and look around. He burned three incense sticks in the Leigong Temple to bless him with a successful future, and kowtowed three times to wish that he could see Guimei smoothly. After that, he bravely stayed in front of the small building where the well was pressed, and then went to the Shangeyuan on the edge of the plateau twice. So boring. The teacher sat down in front of a jelly dumpling and ordered a bowl of jelly fish. The young daughter-in-law wiped a black porcelain bowl with a rag and called to him: "Hey, where are the cadres from? They dare not sue the public about my fish sales." The teacher didn't dare to raise his head and put the skewer in his jacket pocket. He took out the hero pen and stuffed it into his shoulder bag. The little daughter-in-law filled a bowl of fish, added another half a spoonful, lowered her voice and said with charming eyes: "I have fallen in love with someone's girl. I must be here to see the girl, seeing how new you are." The teacher's face. She blushed a lot and retorted: "What are you talking nonsense about?"
Perhaps it was the burning of incense and kowtowing in Lei Gong Temple that had an effect. At this time, Qin Guimei, who had been thinking about it day and night, really appeared. He is still so distressed (meaning well-behaved), with his hair tied back, wearing a blue shirt, wide-leg trousers, and new cloth shoes with white soles and red sides. His face is whiter than that of rural girls. He does not apply makeup or powder, but There was a refreshing fragrance that could be smelled by the teacher from afar. The teacher turned his head and took a bold look. Guimei was also looking at him. Her eyes were as black as crow feathers and the whites were as bright as egg whites. She was speaking with her eyes: "Hey, Teacher Dong, alas, Teacher Dong, alas, Can't you say something decent about standing still?" The teacher looked back as if he was being electrocuted, staring at the red and spicy pink fish in the bowl, sweating all over.
The little daughter-in-law giggled, and the teacher's face turned redder. He knew that people were laughing at him. The bowl of pink fish was so solid that I couldn’t finish it. He was so flustered that he felt like a thief. Seeing Guimei sitting on the bench next to her, the teacher gave his wife two cents, took out her handkerchief, wiped her mouth and ran away. The teacher didn't know why he ran away. He was extremely disappointed. All the words he had planned for last night were completely suppressed by pink fish, and no words could come out. He ran to the gate of the primary school. The noisy voices, drum beats, and opera music at the temple fair seemed to be covered up by something. Quietly, a flower-bellied magpie jumped onto the big elm tree by the roadside. The teacher thought, Guimei will definitely follow, definitely!
The teacher walked to the edge of the flood pond and turned around to find the figure so beautiful that his heart beat thumpingly. Qin Guimei did follow him, and they kept a distance of two telephone poles (twenty meters). Both of them have something on their minds, and both want to sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk. At this age and at this juncture, don't they know what to say? Guimei and wealth, wealth and cinnamon, if one deliberately acts like a second-rate person, is neither shy nor ashamed, and talks about falsehoods, then it's easy to talk about it. How about changing to another person and pretending to be an iron girl, fierce and brave, no matter what, that would be easier to handle.But they were just two wilted cow dung balls, like puppets tied to two ends of a stick. One deliberately dragged his feet while the other slowed down. One walked quickly and the other quickly followed. They both wait for the other to take the initiative. Finally, walking to the small building where the well was pressed, the teacher placed "Cihai" under the brick pillar where they once carried water. He thought Guimei must have seen it. He would write to her.
The teacher walked another two telegraph poles and walked through the ditch circle. When he looked back, Qin Guimei had disappeared.
My father’s tears couldn’t stop flowing. At first, some people made fun of him, asking him why he didn't kiss her, or else he was sorry for Guimei, a man loves a woman, and it's a raging fire. Why can't you two light it? Father's voice trembled. That day, the teacher stood in Xiaolan Village, where he had worked for a year and three months, and realized that it was a rare good weather in autumn. As if a major mission in life had been completed, a feeling of happiness came to my heart. He decided that he was leaving, his body was light, and he was relieved. Purple mist floated in the mountain valley, and the sky was a blue that he had never seen seriously before. The cloud bones looked like torn white cotton. The wind blew over and turned into all kinds of wonderful animals. Horses were running, and rabbits were running around. Jumping, fishes are swimming, birds are flying, and all the beauty in the world is in front of his eyes. Is this the dream he once had? In his dream, there will be a girl named Qin Guimei. The teacher flew up to a high place as if he had wings. Several mountain ridges and ditches all gathered in the mountain nest and disappeared. The most beautiful things were the green wheat fields and the familiar gate building of Qin Guimei's family. If he didn't leave here, he would rather be a white horse munching tender grass calmly under the sun.
With the help of wine and moonlight, my father became more and more emotional as he spoke, and everyone fell silent. He sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed in the tent, like an eminent monk preaching, showing the shape of a Buddha in the dim light, with his large auricles clear and distinct. He said it was the most regretful thing he had ever done in his life. You were too young at the time. You think about how rich it would be for a college student who was about to go out to see the world to wear brand-new clothes and come to meet his lover, give him a copy of "Cihai" and leave without saying anything. In the eyes of the teacher back then, everything could still start and everything would be considered in the long run, but in Guimei's heart, the story between him and her had come to an end. Later she married Liu Wanfu, a truck driver from the same village.
Someone coughed twice. The man from the museum hurriedly put out his cigarette butt.
"Are you talking about the old Liu who drove a Dongfeng truck for the county transportation company? He was from Xiaolan Village, Hedao Township. He was laid off during the enterprise restructuring in 1998 and has been doing housework. He has two sons, and the older one is serving as a soldier. It has been several years since I graduated from high school and worked in Guangdong. "The people at the museum were very surprised. He is the kind of half-acquainted friend mentioned above. He rarely says hello when meeting. He is often heard making noises downstairs early in the morning, calling for people to move the car, and speaking dirty words.
The father said: "Yes, it's him. I am very familiar with this person's name."
The man from the museum said: "Oh, don't mention it, Old Dong. God is sorry for you. His waist was damaged by the earthquake. "
" Is it? "
" It's true if it's Liu Wanfu. But don't feel bad about it. I heard that two people died in the earthquake. One of them was Liu Wanfu’s wife, who was seriously injured and disabled. "
" How did she die! "
" I don’t know how, but in this world, some people have great lives and some have low lives. If you fall on the kang, you will be killed, let alone the catastrophe of shaking the earth. Do you know how many people died in Sichuan? "
At that moment, the former teacher-Dong Fugui- -My father, his heart is still, because time has stopped, and all expressions and movements are frozen in an instant. But soon, my father came to life again and said calmly: "If you die, just die. Who can help but die?"" His tears flowed again, so he forced others to drink, and from then on he stopped talking about him and Guimei.
people died, the story was over, and his heart became cold. Several friends saw him sad, They all stayed with me until my father got drunk.
There is no doubt that this was a special night for reminiscing, but an unexpected incident caused the simple drinking party to end unhappily. If you are a bird, you will see that when his friends comforted him for a long time and then walked away one by one, the father beat his forehead sadly, and you will hear an old man over fifty years old wail like a mourner, It was especially scary at night, and he finally fell into his mother's arms. Over the years, whenever he was drunk, his mother would help him fall asleep, apply hot towels, wash his feet, and put a basin of water under the bed for convenience. He vomited in the middle of the night. His father was like a wronged child who wanted to shed his full tears into the arms of his loved ones. He became fragile and vulnerable. He lay on his back on the bamboo bed and exerted himself. I cried and cried, confiding to my mother that Guimei was dead, that she was dead, that he had only talked about her with his eyes for a year and three months, and that there was nothing between them. He has never regretted marrying my mother. Everything was God's will. God has already arranged who he will meet and have children with in this life. He just feels sorry for Guimei. Now that she is dead, his heart is relieved. . He thanked my mother.
My mother’s hand kept rubbing my father’s bright forehead, as if to encourage him to say these words to make him feel better. His father’s voice became smaller and smaller until he fell asleep. Then he said comfortingly, Old Dong, you are a good person. You are like this now. What extraordinary things could you do back then? I don’t know what your temperament was. That night, they were all relieved. That day, my father got up early to do boxing. After that, he went to Dayun Temple to worship Buddha, and then went to Yaochi Valley. On the way back to the Queen Mother Palace on the top of the mountain, his father stayed there all morning to confess his feelings and prepare to commemorate him in his own way. Qin Guimei. After coming down the mountain, my father did not go to the temporary tent, but returned home. You must know that the earthquake warning had not been lifted at that time, and people were in panic. The streets were in chaos, as if aftershocks were very likely. When the incident happened, my father locked him in the study and wrote all night. We could only look at the only lighted window upstairs in the community, and I thought that he must be crazy!
On the third day, my father He wrote a 10,000-word article titled "A Cowardly Man's Confession to His Late Lover". Then, my friend who was drinking that night also started writing. Maybe he was inspired by the story, or maybe this was a rare writing material in the world. My father. The love between Guimei and Guimei, which is like an antique, is deeply puzzling to the younger generation, but it is also full of mysterious power and exciting. So, just like opening a tomb of the Spring and Autumn Period, we excavated bit by bit to make the passing years shine again. "Crying Guimei", a Xianzi-tuned play written by the writer Mr. Fan, was quickly put on the stage and caused a sensation throughout the county. There are also those who write poems and novels. The image of Guimei is elevated, and the image of her father is magnified. They are affectionate and righteous, dare to love and hate, and finally break through the secular barriers, get married, and move towards a new life in life. It was already half a year after the major earthquake. My father laughed frankly at all the works, except for Mr. Fan's "Crying Guimei". He said: "You have gone too far in editing. Fugui and Guimei just looked at the target with their eyes, and other things were ignored." It was you people who did it." Mr. Fan said to his father: "Literary works are purely fictitious. Don't make mistakes."
My father seemed to be recovering from a serious illness and forced a smile. He was originally a participant, but he is no longer a character in the play.
Others use the father's emotional experience to make jokes and interpret it, completely ignoring the feelings of the person involved. Only I know that things changed that night and he didn't finish telling the story. In the confession letter, I discovered a major hidden secret.He is a person who values love and keeps promises, he is a kind and friendly person. If he had not been heartbroken, how could he have made the last twenty meters between him and Qin Guimei so close that he was so far away from Xiao Lang. He was not only kind to Qin Guimei, he was kind to everyone, including my mother later. At that time, my father was already a public servant of the Dayun Temple Management Office, and my mother was still an apprentice in a woolen mill. When we met on a blind date, my mother admired my father's identity and said bravely: "I want to write down your favorite meals in a notebook, just like the formula we use to knit blankets, and prepare delicious food for you all my life." My father was Moved by these words, he decided to marry her.
has a fragment added as follows.
After the teacher became a foreign student, he wrote letters to his first love. Eight out of ten letters flew back to Xiaolan Village from the provincial capital like pigeons. They were all intercepted by Carpenter Qin, and occasionally a few letters fell into Guimei's hands. . But what could be done, it could only be an even greater sense of alienation that caused her to endure unnecessary pain. Everything has passed. It would be great if there were one sentence that could stand up, but did the foreign students say it at that time? No!
During the summer vacation, the foreign students came back to find Guimei. Oddly enough, a jeep was stopped on the way, and it turned out that the person in the car was Yu Jianming, the deputy secretary of the county party committee in charge of agriculture. On his way to the countryside, Secretary Yu was willing to take along a gentle student waiting on the roadside. It was the first time for a foreign student to take a special bus, and he didn't know anyone, so he thought he should say something, so he asked: "Where are you going?" Secretary Yu said: "Hedao Township." The foreign student said: "That's right, I'll go Xiaolan Village, just drop me off along the way." Secretary Yu said, "Xiaolan Village, you know, there is a Thunder Temple there, it's so bright, it's raining all over the plateau, so I just bypassed it. "Eye, all the gods nowadays use the back door."
The car stopped before he reached Xiaolan Village. Secretary Yu was very surprised to see someone raking grass in the wheat field after the stubble was returned. At this time, it is not yet the solar term. When it rains, the grassed ground will be washed away by the rain. After being exposed to the sun for a few days, the leather will dry out. In September, when the white dew comes and the wheat is planted, it has to be sorted again. This is not the case in rural areas. Secretary Yu stood on the roadside and shouted: "Fellow, fellow."
A woman and a cow were pulling grass together, and the rope was pulled into the woman's shoulder. A big man stood with his legs crossed, his trousers rolled up, his feet bare, and a long whip in his hand. He drove the grass to the edge of the field and was about to stop. He yelled "oh oh oh oh" and raised his whip to hit the cow. As a result, the tip of the whip hit the woman. The woman turned back to glare at the man, and her pair of slippery black eyes were reflected in the heart of the foreign student behind the car window.
She—Guimei—alas—the foreign student’s face was burning with pain.
Niu Xie Ren Li. The man came up to talk to Secretary Yu and offered a cigarette. The foreign student saw the man's appearance clearly. He was dark and thin, with a bright watch on his wrist, which was eye-catching. Foreign students also want to take a look at that woman who is as strong as an ox. Yes, she is Guimei. She sat with her back on the ridge, pouring dirt out of her shoebox. She was not wearing socks, and her feet were also bare. She had no idea that there was a teacher sitting in the car. That day, I don’t know how the foreign student got back. He was feeling dizzy, as if a drunkard had seen the golden sun after waking up. Walking and walking alone, thinking about a problem over and over again in my mind, competing with myself. He thought that if it were him, he would at least let women stand on the grass, and it must be him, Dong Fugui, who acts like a cow and a horse! It was already sunset when we got home. The foreign students put on poles, hung two iron buckets, and filled the water tanks like crazy. He wanted to use up all his strength, and it would be best if he could tire himself to death. The old father saw that the situation was not good and asked him what was wrong. He didn't speak, but kept fetching water, filling the two large tanks until they were like two bright mirrors. Then, the foreign student threw away the pole, ran back to the wing, covered his head with a quilt, and cried all night.
The foreign students felt extremely sad at that time. He swore that he would never set foot in Xiaolan Village again in his life. But thirty years later, the foreign student has become my father, and he wants to break his promise. Chinese people talk about forgiveness. Even if everyone dies, there is nothing left to let go of.Moreover, everyone in Jingchuan City knows the story of Fugui and Guimei. They are no longer real characters, like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in China, or Romeo and Juliet in the West. Father no longer has to hide and tuck in, and give up even if he wants to talk. Even if he doesn't say it, someone will. Not only talking, but also singing and acting, gongs, drums, bamboo strings, string instruments, all come on.
My father was like a cicada taking off its shell, relaxed. It was the first anniversary after the earthquake, and all walks of life were holding mourning activities. My father followed a group of people to the countryside to carry out earthquake prevention publicity. When they passed Xiaolan Village in Hedao Township, he insisted on going in and taking a look.
Father thought of Qin Guimei, and now he finally had the courage to face it. How did Guimei die? With the flat land and the bright house, why did God only take her away? Once my father became stubborn, no one could stop him. In addition, although he took a back seat at that time, he was still a public servant who sat on the stage and spoke to everyone. When my father visited Xiaolan Village, he was warmly welcomed by the village cadres. Someone immediately recognized him as the teacher back then. My father clasped his fists and bowed. Thirty years had passed and he thanked the villagers for their love and care.
Personnel metabolism has changed, and many people are old. The village party branch secretary is Qin Wukui, the youngest son of Qin Liushu's family. He organized a drinking party for his father. He was sitting at the same table as Wenhua and was my father's student. Qin Wukui said that if Teacher Dong comes back every thirty years, Murakami must express his gratitude. In Xiaolan Primary School back then, it was hard for the students to become talented but the teacher was admitted to university. Everyone laughed, seeing that a drinking party was inevitable, but my father refused. The reason is that since he learned the news of Guimei's death, he has stopped drinking. Due to years of habit, just drinking without telling stories makes me feel panicked, so it is better not to drink. So he simply gave up smoking and drinking, and devoted himself to studying Buddhist scriptures.
My father’s real purpose is to pay homage to Guimei. Even if she is no longer alive, it would be good to take a look at her portrait. Maybe they knew their father's intentions, so they took him to Liu Wanfu's house, treating it as a normal home inspection. A row of well-off houses with white walls and gray tiles, as neat as a row. The aqua blue steel door is nailed with six rows of thirty-six large copper nails. The bolts are two lion heads with gold rings in their mouths. Qin Wukui knocked on the door, but no one came. He called again and said he was at home. Suddenly, the sound of kicking footsteps was heard in the courtyard. The small single door under the door cover was opened, and a person came out. Who? Mom, Guimei!
Father never dreamed that Guimei was still alive, and his face turned red. He was ashamed, ashamed, excited, and happy! He acted like he was twenty years old again, flustered, cramped, having trouble breathing, and like he had rubella all over his body. Decades ago, a teacher stood by the flood pond and peeked at the front door of Carpenter Qin's house, but he was always disappointed. Today Guimei walked out of the gate. After thirty years of time, life and death, they met on a narrow road. How difficult it is to meet each other like this. He once had a great opportunity to pick up this love and say something solid and decent that could stand firm. But he didn't. How difficult is it to get a man's faithful commitment in this world? People like my father deserve to waste a good marriage into a half-life of lovesickness. Thirty years later, they walked in tandem, one behind the other, on the motorcycle road in the village, keeping the distance between the two telegraph poles wide. Twenty meters, a mere twenty meters. In the end, they did not change the distance of a sentence to eighteen meters, fifteen meters, ten meters, or even shorter - but I have to be happy. If they had come together that day, there would have been no Now I am.
Qin Wukui asked: "Old Liu's family, the county leaders came to check, is the shopkeeper not there?"
Guimei said: "We are hoeing two crops of corn in the ditch enclosure, please come in." She suddenly looked up and saw my father. My father's hair has gone bald and he is no longer the brilliant teacher he once was.
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Qin Wukui said: "Old Liu's family, we have a distinguished guest, please open the door wide and make it brighter.”
About the author:
Shang Yuan, whose real name is Shang Tianfu, was born in January 1983 in Gansu Province. A native of Sujingchuan, he graduated from Anhui University of Science and Technology and now lives in Pingliang, Gansu Province. He has published short stories and short stories in "Feitian" and "Haiyan". Dozens of articles. Won the 7th Gansu Province Yellow River Literature Award. He is a member of the Gansu Provincial Writers Association and a student of the Gansu Province Young and Middle-aged Writers Literary Creation Training Course
.The teacher said, "Ah?" "I turned around and saw a girl standing openly in front of him, not too close but not too far away. Her hair was tied on the top of her head. Her two ears and wings were white. When she looked at her eyes, they were flashing with pure light, and her heart was filled with joy. It jumped up all of a sudden."Okay. " He replied, his face burning to the base of his ears.
The girl asked: "What does 'okay' mean? "
The teacher said: "'Hao' means 'good'. "
Wenhua ran away and threw the two men and women together. The eldest girl, the young wife, the children, and the bastards all came to pop popcorn. You tell me, what can they say standing there? Teacher Said: “Eat the flowers, eat the flowers. "The girl grabbed a few grains lightly. The teacher reached out and picked up a large handful in the basin, and put it into the big pocket of the girl's blue shirt. One handful was not enough, so he put another handful, and then another handful. The girl also became awkward, covering her pockets, and kept saying: "That's enough, that's enough, Teacher Dong. "
The subsequent story is very ordinary. The teacher and the girl fell in love at first sight. Her name is Qin Guimei, she is eighteen years old, and she is the eldest daughter of Qin Carpenter's family in Gouquan Community of this village. She is at a good age for people to be beautiful. Her family is just behind Laochi. On the east fork of the road, not far from the school. She often washed her clothes on the bluestone beside the pond and dried her gown on the grassy slope next to the willow tree, but she had never seen the young teacher who loved reading. After school, he would hide in the dormitory and read books on Chinese and arithmetic. On weekends, he would take the bus back to his hometown in Gaoping Town, where he would help his old father with some farm work, such as weeding, hoeing, and firewood. He was busy cooking the kang, fetching water, sweeping the yard, feeding chickens and dogs, but the old father never asked him to do dirty work such as harvesting seeds or collecting dung. The old man said: "My son has one foot. When entering the official's house, just see if you can follow with your back foot. Don't let these things ruin my son's official career. "He asked the teacher to spare some time and read more. Often at noon on Saturdays, he would smile happily when he came in. In the afternoon, he would blow his beard and stare, ask the people in the house (my grandmother) to cook a good meal and send the teacher away. Xiaolan Village, and warned him: "A man must not mess around with women when he is single. If he wants to be honest, he will behave with dignity. Wherever you go from now on, she will follow you." "
I think this sentence may have played a vital role in the relationship between father and Guimei. The teacher has two clay legs, one of which is still hanging outside the door of the public house. If you ask him to flirt with women, give him ten He and Guimei started a secret relationship. After writing, he would wrap it in white paper, seal it with glue, fold it into a small corner, and then ask Wenhua to deliver it. To his sister. Wenhua was smart and ran away from the school gate without asking any questions. His snow-white embroidered schoolbag dangled on the motorcycle road until he turned around and disappeared.
By chance, I found these letters from my father. The letters written by Guimei to him and the letters written by him to Guimei were all well packed in a large file bag. It was incredible to look through the letters. There was not a single sentence in them. When they were kissing each other, they talked about common things, listened to the news on the radio, and wrote a few mathematical equations to see if they could answer them. They called each other "close comrades" and always said "Best regards" when writing. "Salute to the Revolution". Of course, he also gave gifts, which were nothing more than chalk, dip pens, red ink and the like.
The teacher was confused. He would panic when he didn't see Guimei, and even more panic when he saw Guimei. Sometimes, he would go to Lao Pond Wandering around, I secretly glanced at the front door of Carpenter Qin's house, hoping to see Guimei walking out from under the earthen wall. Many times she failed, but she accidentally bumped into the alley. Both of them were embarrassed and blushed. Don't turn your head and leave. You are too embarrassed to look back, feeling that the other person is far away, so you pretend to squat down to pick up your shoes, or deliberately rub your pants, only to find that there is no one around, then you dare to look at Gui from a distance. Mei was washing clothes by the pond, revealing a slender waist. He walked over to her, as if there was a bird in her chest, fluttering wildly.
This situation has been going on for a while, and finally there is a change. One morning in winter, the teacher went to the village's well to fetch water. This is the water source for the whole village. There is no need to go down into the deep ditch to carry donkeys on their shoulders, which saves a lot of trouble. The teacher saw Guimei from a distance. She walked to the water house carrying two iron buckets and lined up. Teachers can't escape. They had a tacit understanding in the past and made sure the time was right. Guimei was carrying water and walking back. He happened to rush over and took a sneak peek on the way. She was in a beautiful mood all day long. Their buckets were placed close to each other. There was Uncle Qin Liu who was an eyesore in front of him. The teacher thought, if there was no one around, he would say a few words to Guimei, such as "Have you eaten?" I can only lower my head in shame.
Guimei said: "Put your bucket forward, Teacher Dong."
The teacher said: "Ah, it can't be helped."
Guimei said: "I will go to the school to find you later."
The teacher waved his hands and said : "Bye bye, Wenhua has been doing very well in school these days. If you have anything to worry about, tell me now." Guimei frowned and said, "It's nothing."
Uncle Liu's bucket was full. After getting the water, he handed the rubber hose from the well to Guimei, picked up the pole and walked away in a flash. The teacher was stupid. Guimei said to bring your poke over quickly, and he pushed it forward. Guimei jumped slightly and stepped aside. A thick jet of water spurted out from the mouth of the pipe and fell into the teacher's iron bucket, almost overturning the bucket.
The teacher’s bucket was quickly full. He picked it up, said “thank you” and left. Guimei still had to fetch water for her bucket, and she had no chance to deliver the flower insoles embroidered with dragons and phoenixes in her pockets, so she had to give them to her younger brother Wenhua to run away with.
My father sighed, and I saw him burst into tears. He was drunk, his face was rosy, he stood up and held out five fingers to everyone and said with emotion: "During that time, three months a year, she gave me seven pairs of insoles. She was affectionate, but I was unjust."
The story is back to the familiar plot. Her father said that he talked about the first love in his life with his eyes, and all the emotions and admiration were in that pile of paper. Until the end, Guimei asked his brother to send her the seventh pair of insoles and all the letters he wrote to her. , then I realized that they didn’t want to drag me along anymore.
My father said that at that time, he felt a little hateful. However, this heartbreaking feeling was soon diluted by another major event in his life. He received a call from the County Education Bureau, saying that Dong Fugui's college admission notice had been sent and the county was preparing to hold a commendation meeting.
We sat in the tent and listened so absorbedly that we even forgot to drink wine. The story is far from the end at this point, because my father's concern for Guimei has lasted for thirty years, and this is just a fragment in his memory.
The teacher quickly made preparations for school. The old father sold the New Year pig and collected 150 yuan to spend. The old mother went to Jingchuan City to make bedding, pulled six feet of polyester fabric and hired someone to make it. I bought a cadre uniform with four pockets. There is a college student in the family, and everyone in Gaopingyuan is talking about it, it's incredible, it's incredible. However, slowly, the excitement of being admitted to college and the frustration of a broken relationship ebbed and flowed in his heart, and the teacher fell into the abyss of painful emotions again. It's September again, the autumn air is crisp and cool, and the autumn harvest is around the corner. Wild grasses have filled the abandoned wheat stubble fields with vitality. The corn kernels are plump, the pearls are ripe, and the big sticks are poking out. Seeing the time for the start of school approaching day by day, the teacher was extremely irritable and said angrily that he would not go to Lanzhou. The old father raised his whip and said, "You are so stupid!"
Finally waited for a good opportunity. There is a Lei Gong Temple in the village, and the temple fair will be held on the eighth day of August. It will be very lively with drums and operas.Moreover, in villages with a radius of several miles, young daughters-in-law will secretly sell dumplings, twists, fried noodles, and fish with jelly under the instructions of their mother-in-law. People from all over the countryside come to burn incense and worship Buddha, make wishes, and make fortunes. Go now. , maybe you can see Guimei, it is not easy to attract attention among the people visiting the temple fair. The night before, the teacher was so excited that he couldn't sleep a wink. He wanted to tell Guimei carefully about wearing a big flower and being rewarded in the county town. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He really couldn't sleep, so he got up and went to the toilet a few times, and put on the cadre uniform he was going out for twice. After struggling like this all night, I caught the first bus the next day and hit the road carrying a yellow satchel that said "Serve the People". There is a two-brick-thick copy of "Cihai" in the bag, which was awarded to him by the County Education Bureau. He wanted to give it to Guimei and say sweet words.
Xiaolan Village is forty or fifty miles away from home, and the shuttle bus has to pass through Jingchuan County. He changed trains twice, but when he arrived at the primary school where he used to teach, he didn't dare to go down, for fear that others would see him and gossip. The teacher had to sit two or three miles longer before asking the master to stop the car. On the first day of the temple fair, there were many people, and Qin Opera was also sung. The teacher did not dare to go to the primary school in the center of the village, let alone stand near the flood pond and look around. He burned three incense sticks in the Leigong Temple to bless him with a successful future, and kowtowed three times to wish that he could see Guimei smoothly. After that, he bravely stayed in front of the small building where the well was pressed, and then went to the Shangeyuan on the edge of the plateau twice. So boring. The teacher sat down in front of a jelly dumpling and ordered a bowl of jelly fish. The young daughter-in-law wiped a black porcelain bowl with a rag and called to him: "Hey, where are the cadres from? They dare not sue the public about my fish sales." The teacher didn't dare to raise his head and put the skewer in his jacket pocket. He took out the hero pen and stuffed it into his shoulder bag. The little daughter-in-law filled a bowl of fish, added another half a spoonful, lowered her voice and said with charming eyes: "I have fallen in love with someone's girl. I must be here to see the girl, seeing how new you are." The teacher's face. She blushed a lot and retorted: "What are you talking nonsense about?"
Perhaps it was the burning of incense and kowtowing in Lei Gong Temple that had an effect. At this time, Qin Guimei, who had been thinking about it day and night, really appeared. He is still so distressed (meaning well-behaved), with his hair tied back, wearing a blue shirt, wide-leg trousers, and new cloth shoes with white soles and red sides. His face is whiter than that of rural girls. He does not apply makeup or powder, but There was a refreshing fragrance that could be smelled by the teacher from afar. The teacher turned his head and took a bold look. Guimei was also looking at him. Her eyes were as black as crow feathers and the whites were as bright as egg whites. She was speaking with her eyes: "Hey, Teacher Dong, alas, Teacher Dong, alas, Can't you say something decent about standing still?" The teacher looked back as if he was being electrocuted, staring at the red and spicy pink fish in the bowl, sweating all over.
The little daughter-in-law giggled, and the teacher's face turned redder. He knew that people were laughing at him. The bowl of pink fish was so solid that I couldn’t finish it. He was so flustered that he felt like a thief. Seeing Guimei sitting on the bench next to her, the teacher gave his wife two cents, took out her handkerchief, wiped her mouth and ran away. The teacher didn't know why he ran away. He was extremely disappointed. All the words he had planned for last night were completely suppressed by pink fish, and no words could come out. He ran to the gate of the primary school. The noisy voices, drum beats, and opera music at the temple fair seemed to be covered up by something. Quietly, a flower-bellied magpie jumped onto the big elm tree by the roadside. The teacher thought, Guimei will definitely follow, definitely!
The teacher walked to the edge of the flood pond and turned around to find the figure so beautiful that his heart beat thumpingly. Qin Guimei did follow him, and they kept a distance of two telephone poles (twenty meters). Both of them have something on their minds, and both want to sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk. At this age and at this juncture, don't they know what to say? Guimei and wealth, wealth and cinnamon, if one deliberately acts like a second-rate person, is neither shy nor ashamed, and talks about falsehoods, then it's easy to talk about it. How about changing to another person and pretending to be an iron girl, fierce and brave, no matter what, that would be easier to handle.But they were just two wilted cow dung balls, like puppets tied to two ends of a stick. One deliberately dragged his feet while the other slowed down. One walked quickly and the other quickly followed. They both wait for the other to take the initiative. Finally, walking to the small building where the well was pressed, the teacher placed "Cihai" under the brick pillar where they once carried water. He thought Guimei must have seen it. He would write to her.
The teacher walked another two telegraph poles and walked through the ditch circle. When he looked back, Qin Guimei had disappeared.
My father’s tears couldn’t stop flowing. At first, some people made fun of him, asking him why he didn't kiss her, or else he was sorry for Guimei, a man loves a woman, and it's a raging fire. Why can't you two light it? Father's voice trembled. That day, the teacher stood in Xiaolan Village, where he had worked for a year and three months, and realized that it was a rare good weather in autumn. As if a major mission in life had been completed, a feeling of happiness came to my heart. He decided that he was leaving, his body was light, and he was relieved. Purple mist floated in the mountain valley, and the sky was a blue that he had never seen seriously before. The cloud bones looked like torn white cotton. The wind blew over and turned into all kinds of wonderful animals. Horses were running, and rabbits were running around. Jumping, fishes are swimming, birds are flying, and all the beauty in the world is in front of his eyes. Is this the dream he once had? In his dream, there will be a girl named Qin Guimei. The teacher flew up to a high place as if he had wings. Several mountain ridges and ditches all gathered in the mountain nest and disappeared. The most beautiful things were the green wheat fields and the familiar gate building of Qin Guimei's family. If he didn't leave here, he would rather be a white horse munching tender grass calmly under the sun.
With the help of wine and moonlight, my father became more and more emotional as he spoke, and everyone fell silent. He sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed in the tent, like an eminent monk preaching, showing the shape of a Buddha in the dim light, with his large auricles clear and distinct. He said it was the most regretful thing he had ever done in his life. You were too young at the time. You think about how rich it would be for a college student who was about to go out to see the world to wear brand-new clothes and come to meet his lover, give him a copy of "Cihai" and leave without saying anything. In the eyes of the teacher back then, everything could still start and everything would be considered in the long run, but in Guimei's heart, the story between him and her had come to an end. Later she married Liu Wanfu, a truck driver from the same village.
Someone coughed twice. The man from the museum hurriedly put out his cigarette butt.
"Are you talking about the old Liu who drove a Dongfeng truck for the county transportation company? He was from Xiaolan Village, Hedao Township. He was laid off during the enterprise restructuring in 1998 and has been doing housework. He has two sons, and the older one is serving as a soldier. It has been several years since I graduated from high school and worked in Guangdong. "The people at the museum were very surprised. He is the kind of half-acquainted friend mentioned above. He rarely says hello when meeting. He is often heard making noises downstairs early in the morning, calling for people to move the car, and speaking dirty words.
The father said: "Yes, it's him. I am very familiar with this person's name."
The man from the museum said: "Oh, don't mention it, Old Dong. God is sorry for you. His waist was damaged by the earthquake. "
" Is it? "
" It's true if it's Liu Wanfu. But don't feel bad about it. I heard that two people died in the earthquake. One of them was Liu Wanfu’s wife, who was seriously injured and disabled. "
" How did she die! "
" I don’t know how, but in this world, some people have great lives and some have low lives. If you fall on the kang, you will be killed, let alone the catastrophe of shaking the earth. Do you know how many people died in Sichuan? "
At that moment, the former teacher-Dong Fugui- -My father, his heart is still, because time has stopped, and all expressions and movements are frozen in an instant. But soon, my father came to life again and said calmly: "If you die, just die. Who can help but die?"" His tears flowed again, so he forced others to drink, and from then on he stopped talking about him and Guimei.
people died, the story was over, and his heart became cold. Several friends saw him sad, They all stayed with me until my father got drunk.
There is no doubt that this was a special night for reminiscing, but an unexpected incident caused the simple drinking party to end unhappily. If you are a bird, you will see that when his friends comforted him for a long time and then walked away one by one, the father beat his forehead sadly, and you will hear an old man over fifty years old wail like a mourner, It was especially scary at night, and he finally fell into his mother's arms. Over the years, whenever he was drunk, his mother would help him fall asleep, apply hot towels, wash his feet, and put a basin of water under the bed for convenience. He vomited in the middle of the night. His father was like a wronged child who wanted to shed his full tears into the arms of his loved ones. He became fragile and vulnerable. He lay on his back on the bamboo bed and exerted himself. I cried and cried, confiding to my mother that Guimei was dead, that she was dead, that he had only talked about her with his eyes for a year and three months, and that there was nothing between them. He has never regretted marrying my mother. Everything was God's will. God has already arranged who he will meet and have children with in this life. He just feels sorry for Guimei. Now that she is dead, his heart is relieved. . He thanked my mother.
My mother’s hand kept rubbing my father’s bright forehead, as if to encourage him to say these words to make him feel better. His father’s voice became smaller and smaller until he fell asleep. Then he said comfortingly, Old Dong, you are a good person. You are like this now. What extraordinary things could you do back then? I don’t know what your temperament was. That night, they were all relieved. That day, my father got up early to do boxing. After that, he went to Dayun Temple to worship Buddha, and then went to Yaochi Valley. On the way back to the Queen Mother Palace on the top of the mountain, his father stayed there all morning to confess his feelings and prepare to commemorate him in his own way. Qin Guimei. After coming down the mountain, my father did not go to the temporary tent, but returned home. You must know that the earthquake warning had not been lifted at that time, and people were in panic. The streets were in chaos, as if aftershocks were very likely. When the incident happened, my father locked him in the study and wrote all night. We could only look at the only lighted window upstairs in the community, and I thought that he must be crazy!
On the third day, my father He wrote a 10,000-word article titled "A Cowardly Man's Confession to His Late Lover". Then, my friend who was drinking that night also started writing. Maybe he was inspired by the story, or maybe this was a rare writing material in the world. My father. The love between Guimei and Guimei, which is like an antique, is deeply puzzling to the younger generation, but it is also full of mysterious power and exciting. So, just like opening a tomb of the Spring and Autumn Period, we excavated bit by bit to make the passing years shine again. "Crying Guimei", a Xianzi-tuned play written by the writer Mr. Fan, was quickly put on the stage and caused a sensation throughout the county. There are also those who write poems and novels. The image of Guimei is elevated, and the image of her father is magnified. They are affectionate and righteous, dare to love and hate, and finally break through the secular barriers, get married, and move towards a new life in life. It was already half a year after the major earthquake. My father laughed frankly at all the works, except for Mr. Fan's "Crying Guimei". He said: "You have gone too far in editing. Fugui and Guimei just looked at the target with their eyes, and other things were ignored." It was you people who did it." Mr. Fan said to his father: "Literary works are purely fictitious. Don't make mistakes."
My father seemed to be recovering from a serious illness and forced a smile. He was originally a participant, but he is no longer a character in the play.
Others use the father's emotional experience to make jokes and interpret it, completely ignoring the feelings of the person involved. Only I know that things changed that night and he didn't finish telling the story. In the confession letter, I discovered a major hidden secret. My father is kind-hearted by nature, and I believe his infatuation is rare in the world. However, he and my mother were married for twenty-six years, four months and five days. During such a long time, there were always quarrels. Once, they went to the marriage registration hall of the County Civil Affairs Bureau out of anger. When they walked to the door, their father refused to go in and asked their mother to see if there was anyone at the window for divorce procedures. My mother went to inquire about the situation. At this time, my father happened to meet a friend he had made for many years. The man asked him what he was doing. My father's face turned red and his ears were hot. He was suddenly speechless and covered his face with his big hands like a basket. The man looked up at the sun and said, The sun is bright, but the weather is not hot - What, are you in trouble? My father was so ashamed that he drove the man down the steps and said, "Go away, leave me alone." My mother came out at this time. When she saw the man, she said in a hoarse voice: "Hey, old Dong, I can't tell you. You want to apply for some life insurance, and you went to the wrong place. Look at my brain, I just remembered the gas stove." There was a pot of porridge sitting on the table, and it must have dried up!” My mother lied, but that time it was really because there was a pot of porridge cooking at home that they failed to divorce. Later facts proved that such a ridiculous move was not meaningless. At least it was a lesson to them that no matter how tit-for-tat the words were, they must not be put into action when it comes to divorce. This is the bottom line. Your sons are all married, your grandchildren are shaking their legs and calling them grandparents, and they are still fooling around like young people. Are you not afraid of being laughed at by your old friends? What makes my mother angry is that she has not cared about his father's food and drink for decades, and has tried every means to improve his life, but his father is always dissatisfied and cannot forget the woman named Qin Guimei in his heart. My mother usually says this: "We live together and sleep on the same bed, but you are busy with your business. You wish that I would die before marrying that woman." When my father is in a good mood, he will smile and explain: "I want to get married early, how can it be your turn? You have taken advantage of me, and I am still not satisfied?" At this time, my mother would change her routine. Her goal was clear and clear, just to ask my father to tell her personally about the past and the Whatever happened to Qin Guimei, as long as her father admits it, she will forget about it. This may be driven by a woman's curiosity. She didn't care about what happened back then, but after my father repeatedly covered it up, she decided that there must be some ulterior secret. But more often than not, the father puts on his practice clothes , takes down his Tai Chi sword from the wall of the study, and walks to the square to box without saying a word. The mother was most angry with her father for being silent and turning a deaf ear to her. Because almost half of the county knew about his relationship with his first love Qin Guimei, and it was his father who told it himself. Every time he got drunk, he would tell the story about him and Guimei to everyone, except his mother. My mother was very sad about this. She once bought a bottle of good wine, steamed chicken, and chose a beautiful and leisurely evening to hold a banquet at home. She wanted to have a few drinks with her father. My father likes to drink. He didn't want to miss such a good opportunity. As a result, he didn't drink much wine and ate all the meat. The soup in the basin was cold and the table was full of chewed chicken bones. When his mother asked him if he and Guimei had kissed before, his father felt a lump in his throat and suddenly burst out laughing. Don't miss this opportunity. The mother asked again, have you ever held hands? The father burped loudly and exhaled the smell of alcohol and said, "I talk about the person with my eyes." The mother quickly poured wine and asked him, so this person is considered to be in a relationship, did they kiss or hold hands? Still - my mother was embarrassed to talk about the further development, so she used a prolonged tone, hoping that my father would continue what she said. My father drank the wine with a slurp, stood up unsteadily, stretched out five fingers, and said with great excitement: "Seven pairs of insoles, she gave me seven pairs of insoles! She was affectionate and righteous to me, but I failed her." She! " At this time, the father will be so sad that he bursts into tears, like a child.My mother is chasing after me, so is there any relationship between you? Are you sleeping? When my father heard this, he felt as if something had burned his feet. He jumped up and cursed: "You people today have such impure thoughts." He said this as if he did not belong to the same era as his mother. My father therefore remained silent until he sobered up the next day. Perhaps the biggest concern for others was the innocence my father was trying so hard to prove. Talking about this is simply a blasphemy to love and unfaithfulness to a lover. Therefore, many questions will stop here, just like a mathematical problem that troubles humans. No matter how hard they try, they can no longer make any progress. There was a time when I was curious about my father’s story. I thought about how my father spent the time from that spring thirty years ago until he and my mother got married. Also, what kind of harm Qin Guimei caused him back then, so much so that he has always been thinking about it for thirty years. My father will not tell me this story. He is old and has taken a back seat at work. Now, in addition to helping us take care of our children, he also goes to the square to boxing. He was tall and tall, with a bald head early on. There was a tuft of hair above his left ear, which he pushed over to block his shiny forehead. He had delicate features and a sad face, especially his eyes, which were full of affection and were always wet when he looked at people. What's even more peculiar is that he has a pair of wind-catching ears with very large earlobes, which is exactly the image of two ears with lopped shoulders mentioned in ancient books. Generally speaking, people with Buddha ears are very lucky, but my father had a rough fate. His ears were completely in the wrong place. The father I met spent his whole life in a leisurely manner. If you push back the time and consider the era when he was born, it is not difficult to understand why your father has the temperament he has now. When he was born, there was no food in China. Everyone smashed pots to make iron, destroyed earthen kangs, and transported the blackened soil to the fields to be used as fertilizer. My father lacked nutrients in my grandmother's womb, and it was a miracle that he came to this world. My father often said that he wanted to thank the Queen Mother for protecting him from starving to death in her mother's belly. My father seemed particularly interested when he talked about this paragraph, and his eyes shone with piety. He always interjects a story about King Mu of Zhou and the Queen Mother. Now, before I relay this story, I need to describe a little bit about the surroundings. There is a mountain back to the west of Jingchuan city. Jinghe River and Rui River cut off back to the middle plateau and meet at the foot of the mountain. Huishan is very famous. During the Tang Dynasty 1,300 years ago, there was a lot of incense and Sanskrit music here. Thirty years ago, sixteen relics of the true body of the Buddha were unearthed from the underground palace of Dayun Temple, which caused a nationwide sensation. The government then carried out a large-scale construction project and rebuilt Dayun Temple. At that time, my father was still working as a private teacher at Xiaolan Village Primary School in Hedao Township. Soon he was admitted to university. After graduation, the leader assigned him to work here considering his expertise in historical archeology. My father was one of the earliest employees of Dayun Temple. After working there for twenty years, he could see the Queen Mother's Palace on the top of the mountain every day. It was almost a landmark building in Jingchuan County. He often saw the Buddha's light. When the sun set in the west and the sky was filled with red clouds, a golden light shone through the clouds and shone on the glazed tiles of the palace of the Queen Mother. Purple clouds rose up from the top of the mountain, like jumping flames, and Like a flying phoenix, the entire Jingchuan City will be extraordinarily bright. My father is not very expressive, so I can only know so much from his descriptions. There is also the Yaochi that he often talks about, which is where the Queen Mother washes and bathes. Also on the back of the mountain is a Qiuchi that is larger than a football field. It sparkles all year round and is called "Haizi" by the locals. According to his father's story, Emperor Zhou King Mu went to Kunlun Mountain to patrol the west, and he met the Queen Mother when he came to the foot of the mountain. They probably fell in love at first sight, so they had a night banquet in Yaochi and sang love songs to each other - my father could sing the lyrics word for word, using the tune of local opera xianzi tune, slapping his thighs in harmony. first pretends to be a female voice: "The white clouds are in the sky, and the mountains and tombs come out of them. The road is long, and the mountains and rivers lead it."If the general is not dead, can he come back? " The male voice sang again: "I will return to the east and make peace with the Xia. All people are equal, I will take care of you. In three years, he will return to the wild. " At this time, he would squint his eyes, tsk his lips, and revel in a wonderful love legend. However, things in the world will always leave regrets, even if it is the love between man and god, one will be the emperor, and the other will eventually become the emperor. Even immortals cannot escape the troubles of the world. The time of separation came soon. King Zhou Mu promised the Queen Mother to visit her again in three years. To show his loyalty, he also planted a locust tree at the foot of the mountain. Similar to today's young people carving the names of their favorite people on the wall. Later, the Queen Mother stood on the mountain and waited for many years without seeing her lover, but in the rotation of the sun and the moon, she stood like a statue. A statue of a god in the world. His father’s story was filled with strong personal sentiments. He would cough violently, clear the phlegm from his throat, and curse King Zhou Mu as a heartless bastard: Why would he make promises that cannot be fulfilled and deceive others? ? It's a bit abnormal for my father to be deeply involved in the drama. He may have thought of Qin Guimei and put himself in it, as if he was confessing in front of a shrine. I listened to my father respectfully, but I knew nothing about the whole incident. Very rarely, you have to know that when he and Qin Guimei fell in love, I was still floating around like the wind between heaven and earth, or maybe it was just a dewdrop falling from the leaves of the grain crops. Maybe it was my father's sincere worship to Buddha that had the effect. Maybe God wanted to test him, but we never thought about what happened next. So, the story of him and Guimei finally came to light. It was one day in May 2008, and my father was taking a nap as usual. Since he was transferred to the government agency, he no longer has to go to Dayun Temple for night vigils. Now his life is very regular, working from nine to five, with two days of rest on the weekend. He has a good work and rest habit, getting up during lunch break, drinking. A cup of tea, then go downstairs and walk 100 meters to the unit. Everything is arranged perfectly. There is no mistake in what time to arrive at the unit, or even the number of steps taken per minute. This is related to the education his father received. He is a strict person. For a punctual person, if he were to be late, it would be the most unlikely thing in the world. That day, he was standing in the living room, holding a shiny glass tea bottle, half filled with soaked Tieguanyin . It was light green tea juice. As expected, he would finish the tea within five minutes. Now he approached the window and looked out, seeing the majestic seven-story pagoda of Dayun Temple in the distance. He suddenly felt dizzy and stood up. He could no longer stand still. Later, his father said that he saw a huge black cloud covering the sky above Dayun Temple, rotating at high speed around the spire of the pagoda, like stirring up a pool of rotten water with a stick, but everything was upside down. The water is on the top and the stick is on the bottom. My father has studied history and archeology, and because of his work, he has been observing the yin and yang and the five elements celestial phenomena. At that time, my father did not think of strange things. The first reaction was: earthquake! Yes, it was what we later called the "5·12" Wenchuan Earthquake. The earthquake was clearly felt in the city of Jingchuan at that time. Afterwards, statistics showed that at the moment when the heaven and earth trembled, there were casualties among people and animals in this county town where Buddhism is bound by Buddhism. My father’s behavior was shocking. He threw away the tea bottle, ran into my grandfather’s bedroom with a pair of slippers, and rolled the old man up from the bed without saying a word. The chandelier on the roof was shaking violently, the glassware on the wine cabinet fell one after another, and the LCD TV fell to the ground like a wall. The floor instantly tilted into a 30-degree slope, and my father's escape path became steep and arduous, as if he were standing in a soaring plane looking for the door, with his body completely out of control. After bumping into the coffee table or the armrest of the sofa several times, my father became extremely irritable. He supported the old father on his back with his hands and yelled at my mother to leave quickly and risk her life. The word scolding is indeed more accurate, because at such a life-threatening moment, the mother was rummaging through the cabinets in the bedroom, still looking for her treasure.My father stumbled down from the five-story apartment building carrying my eighty-two-year-old grandfather on his back. The courtyard was densely packed with people, noisily calling on their cell phones to inquire about how their relatives were doing. But after a major earthquake, the geomagnetic field changed and communication signals were interrupted. People were extremely anxious. What's funny is that in the bathing town across the street, a group of naked men and women were shaken out, wrapped in long white bath towels, squatting on the ground like hens laying eggs. The mother looked solemn, and suddenly wiped away tears when she saw so many people, saying that she hadn't found the bankbook yet. People stood in the open space downstairs waiting for the earth to shake again, but everything returned to calm. At this time, my father made a surprising move. He put my grandfather on the edge of the garden and ran upstairs. The mother shouted: "Wealth, wealth." The mother thought that her tears moved her father, and cried: "Don't go, forget it if you can't find it, people are important, you come back." However, how could the father care about so much? Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he rushed into the crisis-ridden building regardless of his own safety. Maybe it only took three minutes before we saw our father again. Like a madman who had regained his senses, he jumped out of the dark door and stood quietly beside us. We all looked at him. The lock of hair on his left ear hung down and rested on his shoulder. He looked very embarrassed. His shiny forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He quickly wiped it with his hands. As a result, it was all covered with sweat. Face blood. His arm was injured, a cut opened by a nail or glass, hidden under the sleeve. His father's hand was bleeding, and he was holding something wrapped in an old newspaper and it was stained red. It was not the bankbook or gold and silver jewelry that his mother had imagined, but the insole that Qin Guimei had given him. Home is an extremely beautiful place. In the past, I could relax physically and mentally in bed and be at ease. But now the familiar windows look dangerous. If anyone dares to break in at this time, it will undoubtedly be a joke with their lives. My father was smiling crazily and apologetically, and I couldn't bear to look directly at his face. It reminded me of those martial artists who painted their faces red with oil paint before they came on stage. My father never took risks in his life, let alone paid the price with blood. He is a cautious person. And now, with this move, he proves that there is something more important than life. The thing was in his hand. There is no doubt that this incident made the relationship between the parents even worse. You said he didn't even care about his life, just for a few pairs of broken insoles? My mother was jealous and said that if the sky fell, she would be the first to be buried. She had lived enough. In those days, we were like homeless refugees, setting up tents in the small square where my father boxed. This was my idea, if there were another aftershock, it would be no joke. Besides, the situation in the disaster areas in Sichuan was broadcast everywhere on TV. The pictures were full of ruins and people were crying and looking for their relatives in the ruins. It was frightening to watch. We lament that life is fragile, and we also feel that family ties are precious. In the moment when the world is shaking, so many lives are wiped out. Sometimes people are really worse than an ant. My father didn't seem to have changed much, and it became more convenient to box every day. He was tall and tall. He put on his training clothes and stood under a sycamore tree. He concentrated his energy, stretched out his arms and raised his knees, and made a move like a white crane spreading its wings, and stretched himself into a long-legged crane.. It has been fifty years since he was born, and he has already understood matters of life and death. He chanted while dancing with his sword. We listened carefully, and it turned out to be the content of Laozi's "Tao Te Ching": The heaven and the earth are not benevolent, and treat all things as stupid dogs; the saints are unkind, and treat the common people as stupid dogs. I think my father is really detached and has already taken life and death lightly. Otherwise, how could he have such courage? We lived in the tent for half a month, and life suddenly became interesting during that time. At night, I slept on a simple bamboo board bed, the breeze blew by, and my scalp felt cool. The moon in the sky is big and bright, and the moonlight is as white as snow. The sleeping father's breath is even, and the lines on his forehead can be clearly seen.I once thought that his shiny forehead would be slippery even if a mosquito climbed up on it, but the moonlight shone on it, and it turned out to be as transparent as spring water. If a stone was dropped, it might make a "clunking" sound, and a few white spots would appear. of blisters. The night was very quiet, and occasionally a bird would land on the branch next to the tent, jump among the leaves, and chirp a few times. But this peaceful atmosphere is often broken by the barking wild dogs coming out of the lawn. My father woke up, put on his clothes and walked around in the moonlight, meditating like a philosopher. Then he sat cross-legged on the stone bench and remained motionless, like a stone statue, for a long, long time.
also has its lively moments. Our tent is surrounded by a dozen families who have moved from the community. They used to live in the building. Everyone locked the door to protect each other and were afraid of being peeped. Even if two people met on the stairs, they would rather stay down. He didn't even want to give the other person a makeshift smile. It’s not our fault, because such incidents happen very frequently in the county. When you nod and smile, you will always find those same faces, which becomes more and more boring. Sometimes when I am about to give a friendly gesture to the other person, my facial muscles are mobilized, but the person lowers their head and pretends not to notice. This scene is extremely embarrassing and dampens the enthusiasm for communication, so people would rather pass by and become familiar strangers. The situation has greatly improved now. Everyone has united like never before. Like the residents of primitive tribes, they set up large and small tents in small squares with red, yellow and blue colored strips of cloth. There are also military green field canvas tents, dark blue tents, etc. There is an oilcloth tent with the word "disaster relief" printed on it. When everyone is bored, they will get together to play poker, drink, brag, complain, and exchange news about the earthquake, as if to celebrate the survivors.
My father had three close literary friends, and they often sat on the bamboo bed in our tent all night long. When his father saw them, he was extremely enthusiastic. He brought beer from the small supermarket, and then went to the street to get some side dishes, such as salt and pepper peanuts, boiled edamame, braised elbows, and pickled radish with vinegar. They were all ready-made. He grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his handbag, and then his father brought them back. . When they are half drunk, they will greet the half-baked passers-by in the small square. "Hey, hey, hey, let's have a drink, a certain director, a certain director." In the end, they all seemed to be familiar with each other, and their words lost their sense of proportion. They called out "eldest son, grandson," and the distance became closer. In fact, everyone knows each other.
My father would get drunk after drinking a little wine, and he would tell stories about Guimei. I wonder if my father is suffering from senile amnesia, because he just told the same people a few days ago about the rotten millet millet . Fortunately, these literary friends and unfamiliar friends didn't mind this at all. They were happy to listen to an old man who was over fifty years old tell about the romantic past of his youth. But they are always disappointed.
As mentioned earlier, my father’s work experience began when he was teaching at Xiaolan Primary School, and that was the starting point of his relationship with Qin Guimei. There he met the love of his life. My father's narrations are always fragmented, beginning and ending, lacking necessary transitions, and many places require imagination. That night, it was the fourth or fifth day after the earthquake. After they re-understood the meaning of life, his father told the story of him and Guimei again. Many plots were revealed for the first time, including the three Even old friends don’t know.
My father is very smart. He graduated from high school at the age of nineteen and has thick black hair. That year, he worked as a private teacher at Xiaolan Village Primary School in Hedao Township. The school was a renovated three small tile-roofed houses, with only one class, and twenty children, large and small, sitting in the same classroom. The first group is for first grade, the second group is for second grade, and the fourth group may need to combine fourth and fifth grade. Although the children in the class are still primary school students, they are rural children who are inseparable from farm work at home. Studying is just a casual matter. The adults don't seem to care about this. They only learn as much as they can. Farmers like to talk about the birth date. Which "character" you are born in is the destiny. There is no need to force it. Just have enough to eat and wear warm clothes and don't get sick. Farm work is the most important thing.Some children with black beards and stubble were asked to write an essay when they were still in the third grade. They would write "I slept on the same kang with the old lady" instead of "I slept in the same pit with the old wolf." There is only one boy named Wenhua who studies well, is smart, and has a fair face. He always carries a white cloth embroidered shoulder bag. The shoes on her feet are black velvet with square openings and fur soles with white edges. In the winter, there is a blouse on top of the cotton-padded jacket, which is washed clean. Unlike other dolls, the hands are either stained black by the green skin of walnuts, or they are stained with phoenix. Xianhua wrapped half of her fingers in ocher, and her face was as chapped as a melon. When she stretched out her hand, there were cracks with frostbite, her fingernails were full of black mud, her chest and sleeves were smeared with snot, and her waist was pierced when she went to school. A rope for tying straw, or a small basket for picking up sheep and cow dung. If your grades don’t improve, there’s no need to worry at all. The teacher looked at Wenhua with special eyes and asked, "Who made your shoes?" Wenhua said, "My sister." He then asked, "Your hair has a fragrant smell. Was it your sister who washed it for you?" Wenhua said "Yeah," nodded. Then he asked: "The red review in your homework book was also written by your sister? The handwriting is very neat!" Wenhua blinked and said, "Teacher, do you have a crush on my sister?" The teacher blushed, I gently patted his big head three times with my homework book and scolded him: "Nonsense! I've been so embarrassed in class these days. Go and call your sister!"
Wenhua's sister came the next day. Yes, I have the same shampoo smell as Wenhua's hair.
My father stopped here, hesitated for a moment, and patted his forehead, which was as bright as a Japanese samurai. He was afraid of missing any details, and it seemed that he was reminiscing about the past, searching for words and sentences in his mind, looking for a better one. A more perfect expression.
That day, a pig hair seller came to the village and collected the pig hair and chicken bones that Uncle Qin Liu’s family had saved for a year. Here comes another master who pulls a rack truck and pops popcorn in villages and communities. The primary school is next to the village center, in the center of the village. There is a large waterlogging pond next to it, and there are five large, hollow willow trees beside it. The black-faced popcorn man set up camp at the gate of the primary school. He first filled the enamel jar with the corn kernels he brought with him, poured them into the popcorn machine, placed it on the small stove, and pulled the small wooden bellows , and the flames were bulging in the popcorn machine. Burning in stomach. He pulled the bellows with his left hand and stirred the turntable with his right hand. He looked ahead and fell into the mechanical cycle. There was a broken dial on the turntable. The man popped the popcorn by feel. When the time was up, he lifted up the popcorn machine and stuffed it into a special cage. He stepped on it until white smoke came out. With the sound of "bang", people knew that the popcorn master had entered the village, so they went out to see what was going on and asked about the market price: 5 cents or 10 cents for a popcorn popcorn? The black-faced man travels all over the country and is proficient in business. He will give the first jar of cooked rice to the children and say, go back to your parents to ask for money. As for corn, he needless to say, the autumn harvest has just passed and the children have plenty of it at home.
The black-faced man’s business ran into trouble at the entrance of Xiaolan Primary School. The popcorn machine exploded, and the children knew what was going on, so they ran away from the classroom in droves. The teacher was writing on the blackboard. When he turned around, only crooked desks and benches were left in the classroom. He chased after him, and the children held popcorn in their hands and devoured it. When they saw the teacher, they flew back to the classroom in a swarm. The teacher was very angry and gave the man some emotional advice, telling him that education is the basis , a century-old plan, this is not a good place for popcorn, please choose another place to find sources of wealth.
However, the man was well-informed and did not accept his opinion. Finally, he agreed to give the teacher a nest of crispy and fragrant rice pops. My father was still a big boy back then and was not tempted. So, he entered the school gate and rang the iron bell (actually it was a discarded half plowshare ).
The teacher got a basin full of popcorn for free. His back was to the pond fifty meters away, and also to the motorcycle road in front of the school. At this time, Wenhua came and pulled his collar from behind. The teacher smelled the smell of chemical shampoo, which was rare in the countryside. Wenhua said: "Teacher Dong, my sister is here.The teacher said, "Ah?" "I turned around and saw a girl standing openly in front of him, not too close but not too far away. Her hair was tied on the top of her head. Her two ears and wings were white. When she looked at her eyes, they were flashing with pure light, and her heart was filled with joy. It jumped up all of a sudden.
"Okay. " He replied, his face burning to the base of his ears.
The girl asked: "What does 'okay' mean? "
The teacher said: "'Hao' means 'good'. "
Wenhua ran away and threw the two men and women together. The eldest girl, the young wife, the children, and the bastards all came to pop popcorn. You tell me, what can they say standing there? Teacher Said: “Eat the flowers, eat the flowers. "The girl grabbed a few grains lightly. The teacher reached out and picked up a large handful in the basin, and put it into the big pocket of the girl's blue shirt. One handful was not enough, so he put another handful, and then another handful. The girl also became awkward, covering her pockets, and kept saying: "That's enough, that's enough, Teacher Dong. "
The subsequent story is very ordinary. The teacher and the girl fell in love at first sight. Her name is Qin Guimei, she is eighteen years old, and she is the eldest daughter of Qin Carpenter's family in Gouquan Community of this village. She is at a good age for people to be beautiful. Her family is just behind Laochi. On the east fork of the road, not far from the school. She often washed her clothes on the bluestone beside the pond and dried her gown on the grassy slope next to the willow tree, but she had never seen the young teacher who loved reading. After school, he would hide in the dormitory and read books on Chinese and arithmetic. On weekends, he would take the bus back to his hometown in Gaoping Town, where he would help his old father with some farm work, such as weeding, hoeing, and firewood. He was busy cooking the kang, fetching water, sweeping the yard, feeding chickens and dogs, but the old father never asked him to do dirty work such as harvesting seeds or collecting dung. The old man said: "My son has one foot. When entering the official's house, just see if you can follow with your back foot. Don't let these things ruin my son's official career. "He asked the teacher to spare some time and read more. Often at noon on Saturdays, he would smile happily when he came in. In the afternoon, he would blow his beard and stare, ask the people in the house (my grandmother) to cook a good meal and send the teacher away. Xiaolan Village, and warned him: "A man must not mess around with women when he is single. If he wants to be honest, he will behave with dignity. Wherever you go from now on, she will follow you." "
I think this sentence may have played a vital role in the relationship between father and Guimei. The teacher has two clay legs, one of which is still hanging outside the door of the public house. If you ask him to flirt with women, give him ten He and Guimei started a secret relationship. After writing, he would wrap it in white paper, seal it with glue, fold it into a small corner, and then ask Wenhua to deliver it. To his sister. Wenhua was smart and ran away from the school gate without asking any questions. His snow-white embroidered schoolbag dangled on the motorcycle road until he turned around and disappeared.
By chance, I found these letters from my father. The letters written by Guimei to him and the letters written by him to Guimei were all well packed in a large file bag. It was incredible to look through the letters. There was not a single sentence in them. When they were kissing each other, they talked about common things, listened to the news on the radio, and wrote a few mathematical equations to see if they could answer them. They called each other "close comrades" and always said "Best regards" when writing. "Salute to the Revolution". Of course, he also gave gifts, which were nothing more than chalk, dip pens, red ink and the like.
The teacher was confused. He would panic when he didn't see Guimei, and even more panic when he saw Guimei. Sometimes, he would go to Lao Pond Wandering around, I secretly glanced at the front door of Carpenter Qin's house, hoping to see Guimei walking out from under the earthen wall. Many times she failed, but she accidentally bumped into the alley. Both of them were embarrassed and blushed. Don't turn your head and leave. You are too embarrassed to look back, feeling that the other person is far away, so you pretend to squat down to pick up your shoes, or deliberately rub your pants, only to find that there is no one around, then you dare to look at Gui from a distance. Mei was washing clothes by the pond, revealing a slender waist. He walked over to her, as if there was a bird in her chest, fluttering wildly.
This situation has been going on for a while, and finally there is a change. One morning in winter, the teacher went to the village's well to fetch water. This is the water source for the whole village. There is no need to go down into the deep ditch to carry donkeys on their shoulders, which saves a lot of trouble. The teacher saw Guimei from a distance. She walked to the water house carrying two iron buckets and lined up. Teachers can't escape. They had a tacit understanding in the past and made sure the time was right. Guimei was carrying water and walking back. He happened to rush over and took a sneak peek on the way. She was in a beautiful mood all day long. Their buckets were placed close to each other. There was Uncle Qin Liu who was an eyesore in front of him. The teacher thought, if there was no one around, he would say a few words to Guimei, such as "Have you eaten?" I can only lower my head in shame.
Guimei said: "Put your bucket forward, Teacher Dong."
The teacher said: "Ah, it can't be helped."
Guimei said: "I will go to the school to find you later."
The teacher waved his hands and said : "Bye bye, Wenhua has been doing very well in school these days. If you have anything to worry about, tell me now." Guimei frowned and said, "It's nothing."
Uncle Liu's bucket was full. After getting the water, he handed the rubber hose from the well to Guimei, picked up the pole and walked away in a flash. The teacher was stupid. Guimei said to bring your poke over quickly, and he pushed it forward. Guimei jumped slightly and stepped aside. A thick jet of water spurted out from the mouth of the pipe and fell into the teacher's iron bucket, almost overturning the bucket.
The teacher’s bucket was quickly full. He picked it up, said “thank you” and left. Guimei still had to fetch water for her bucket, and she had no chance to deliver the flower insoles embroidered with dragons and phoenixes in her pockets, so she had to give them to her younger brother Wenhua to run away with.
My father sighed, and I saw him burst into tears. He was drunk, his face was rosy, he stood up and held out five fingers to everyone and said with emotion: "During that time, three months a year, she gave me seven pairs of insoles. She was affectionate, but I was unjust."
The story is back to the familiar plot. Her father said that he talked about the first love in his life with his eyes, and all the emotions and admiration were in that pile of paper. Until the end, Guimei asked his brother to send her the seventh pair of insoles and all the letters he wrote to her. , then I realized that they didn’t want to drag me along anymore.
My father said that at that time, he felt a little hateful. However, this heartbreaking feeling was soon diluted by another major event in his life. He received a call from the County Education Bureau, saying that Dong Fugui's college admission notice had been sent and the county was preparing to hold a commendation meeting.
We sat in the tent and listened so absorbedly that we even forgot to drink wine. The story is far from the end at this point, because my father's concern for Guimei has lasted for thirty years, and this is just a fragment in his memory.
The teacher quickly made preparations for school. The old father sold the New Year pig and collected 150 yuan to spend. The old mother went to Jingchuan City to make bedding, pulled six feet of polyester fabric and hired someone to make it. I bought a cadre uniform with four pockets. There is a college student in the family, and everyone in Gaopingyuan is talking about it, it's incredible, it's incredible. However, slowly, the excitement of being admitted to college and the frustration of a broken relationship ebbed and flowed in his heart, and the teacher fell into the abyss of painful emotions again. It's September again, the autumn air is crisp and cool, and the autumn harvest is around the corner. Wild grasses have filled the abandoned wheat stubble fields with vitality. The corn kernels are plump, the pearls are ripe, and the big sticks are poking out. Seeing the time for the start of school approaching day by day, the teacher was extremely irritable and said angrily that he would not go to Lanzhou. The old father raised his whip and said, "You are so stupid!"
Finally waited for a good opportunity. There is a Lei Gong Temple in the village, and the temple fair will be held on the eighth day of August. It will be very lively with drums and operas.Moreover, in villages with a radius of several miles, young daughters-in-law will secretly sell dumplings, twists, fried noodles, and fish with jelly under the instructions of their mother-in-law. People from all over the countryside come to burn incense and worship Buddha, make wishes, and make fortunes. Go now. , maybe you can see Guimei, it is not easy to attract attention among the people visiting the temple fair. The night before, the teacher was so excited that he couldn't sleep a wink. He wanted to tell Guimei carefully about wearing a big flower and being rewarded in the county town. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He really couldn't sleep, so he got up and went to the toilet a few times, and put on the cadre uniform he was going out for twice. After struggling like this all night, I caught the first bus the next day and hit the road carrying a yellow satchel that said "Serve the People". There is a two-brick-thick copy of "Cihai" in the bag, which was awarded to him by the County Education Bureau. He wanted to give it to Guimei and say sweet words.
Xiaolan Village is forty or fifty miles away from home, and the shuttle bus has to pass through Jingchuan County. He changed trains twice, but when he arrived at the primary school where he used to teach, he didn't dare to go down, for fear that others would see him and gossip. The teacher had to sit two or three miles longer before asking the master to stop the car. On the first day of the temple fair, there were many people, and Qin Opera was also sung. The teacher did not dare to go to the primary school in the center of the village, let alone stand near the flood pond and look around. He burned three incense sticks in the Leigong Temple to bless him with a successful future, and kowtowed three times to wish that he could see Guimei smoothly. After that, he bravely stayed in front of the small building where the well was pressed, and then went to the Shangeyuan on the edge of the plateau twice. So boring. The teacher sat down in front of a jelly dumpling and ordered a bowl of jelly fish. The young daughter-in-law wiped a black porcelain bowl with a rag and called to him: "Hey, where are the cadres from? They dare not sue the public about my fish sales." The teacher didn't dare to raise his head and put the skewer in his jacket pocket. He took out the hero pen and stuffed it into his shoulder bag. The little daughter-in-law filled a bowl of fish, added another half a spoonful, lowered her voice and said with charming eyes: "I have fallen in love with someone's girl. I must be here to see the girl, seeing how new you are." The teacher's face. She blushed a lot and retorted: "What are you talking nonsense about?"
Perhaps it was the burning of incense and kowtowing in Lei Gong Temple that had an effect. At this time, Qin Guimei, who had been thinking about it day and night, really appeared. He is still so distressed (meaning well-behaved), with his hair tied back, wearing a blue shirt, wide-leg trousers, and new cloth shoes with white soles and red sides. His face is whiter than that of rural girls. He does not apply makeup or powder, but There was a refreshing fragrance that could be smelled by the teacher from afar. The teacher turned his head and took a bold look. Guimei was also looking at him. Her eyes were as black as crow feathers and the whites were as bright as egg whites. She was speaking with her eyes: "Hey, Teacher Dong, alas, Teacher Dong, alas, Can't you say something decent about standing still?" The teacher looked back as if he was being electrocuted, staring at the red and spicy pink fish in the bowl, sweating all over.
The little daughter-in-law giggled, and the teacher's face turned redder. He knew that people were laughing at him. The bowl of pink fish was so solid that I couldn’t finish it. He was so flustered that he felt like a thief. Seeing Guimei sitting on the bench next to her, the teacher gave his wife two cents, took out her handkerchief, wiped her mouth and ran away. The teacher didn't know why he ran away. He was extremely disappointed. All the words he had planned for last night were completely suppressed by pink fish, and no words could come out. He ran to the gate of the primary school. The noisy voices, drum beats, and opera music at the temple fair seemed to be covered up by something. Quietly, a flower-bellied magpie jumped onto the big elm tree by the roadside. The teacher thought, Guimei will definitely follow, definitely!
The teacher walked to the edge of the flood pond and turned around to find the figure so beautiful that his heart beat thumpingly. Qin Guimei did follow him, and they kept a distance of two telephone poles (twenty meters). Both of them have something on their minds, and both want to sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk. At this age and at this juncture, don't they know what to say? Guimei and wealth, wealth and cinnamon, if one deliberately acts like a second-rate person, is neither shy nor ashamed, and talks about falsehoods, then it's easy to talk about it. How about changing to another person and pretending to be an iron girl, fierce and brave, no matter what, that would be easier to handle.But they were just two wilted cow dung balls, like puppets tied to two ends of a stick. One deliberately dragged his feet while the other slowed down. One walked quickly and the other quickly followed. They both wait for the other to take the initiative. Finally, walking to the small building where the well was pressed, the teacher placed "Cihai" under the brick pillar where they once carried water. He thought Guimei must have seen it. He would write to her.
The teacher walked another two telegraph poles and walked through the ditch circle. When he looked back, Qin Guimei had disappeared.
My father’s tears couldn’t stop flowing. At first, some people made fun of him, asking him why he didn't kiss her, or else he was sorry for Guimei, a man loves a woman, and it's a raging fire. Why can't you two light it? Father's voice trembled. That day, the teacher stood in Xiaolan Village, where he had worked for a year and three months, and realized that it was a rare good weather in autumn. As if a major mission in life had been completed, a feeling of happiness came to my heart. He decided that he was leaving, his body was light, and he was relieved. Purple mist floated in the mountain valley, and the sky was a blue that he had never seen seriously before. The cloud bones looked like torn white cotton. The wind blew over and turned into all kinds of wonderful animals. Horses were running, and rabbits were running around. Jumping, fishes are swimming, birds are flying, and all the beauty in the world is in front of his eyes. Is this the dream he once had? In his dream, there will be a girl named Qin Guimei. The teacher flew up to a high place as if he had wings. Several mountain ridges and ditches all gathered in the mountain nest and disappeared. The most beautiful things were the green wheat fields and the familiar gate building of Qin Guimei's family. If he didn't leave here, he would rather be a white horse munching tender grass calmly under the sun.
With the help of wine and moonlight, my father became more and more emotional as he spoke, and everyone fell silent. He sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed in the tent, like an eminent monk preaching, showing the shape of a Buddha in the dim light, with his large auricles clear and distinct. He said it was the most regretful thing he had ever done in his life. You were too young at the time. You think about how rich it would be for a college student who was about to go out to see the world to wear brand-new clothes and come to meet his lover, give him a copy of "Cihai" and leave without saying anything. In the eyes of the teacher back then, everything could still start and everything would be considered in the long run, but in Guimei's heart, the story between him and her had come to an end. Later she married Liu Wanfu, a truck driver from the same village.
Someone coughed twice. The man from the museum hurriedly put out his cigarette butt.
"Are you talking about the old Liu who drove a Dongfeng truck for the county transportation company? He was from Xiaolan Village, Hedao Township. He was laid off during the enterprise restructuring in 1998 and has been doing housework. He has two sons, and the older one is serving as a soldier. It has been several years since I graduated from high school and worked in Guangdong. "The people at the museum were very surprised. He is the kind of half-acquainted friend mentioned above. He rarely says hello when meeting. He is often heard making noises downstairs early in the morning, calling for people to move the car, and speaking dirty words.
The father said: "Yes, it's him. I am very familiar with this person's name."
The man from the museum said: "Oh, don't mention it, Old Dong. God is sorry for you. His waist was damaged by the earthquake. "
" Is it? "
" It's true if it's Liu Wanfu. But don't feel bad about it. I heard that two people died in the earthquake. One of them was Liu Wanfu’s wife, who was seriously injured and disabled. "
" How did she die! "
" I don’t know how, but in this world, some people have great lives and some have low lives. If you fall on the kang, you will be killed, let alone the catastrophe of shaking the earth. Do you know how many people died in Sichuan? "
At that moment, the former teacher-Dong Fugui- -My father, his heart is still, because time has stopped, and all expressions and movements are frozen in an instant. But soon, my father came to life again and said calmly: "If you die, just die. Who can help but die?"" His tears flowed again, so he forced others to drink, and from then on he stopped talking about him and Guimei.
people died, the story was over, and his heart became cold. Several friends saw him sad, They all stayed with me until my father got drunk.
There is no doubt that this was a special night for reminiscing, but an unexpected incident caused the simple drinking party to end unhappily. If you are a bird, you will see that when his friends comforted him for a long time and then walked away one by one, the father beat his forehead sadly, and you will hear an old man over fifty years old wail like a mourner, It was especially scary at night, and he finally fell into his mother's arms. Over the years, whenever he was drunk, his mother would help him fall asleep, apply hot towels, wash his feet, and put a basin of water under the bed for convenience. He vomited in the middle of the night. His father was like a wronged child who wanted to shed his full tears into the arms of his loved ones. He became fragile and vulnerable. He lay on his back on the bamboo bed and exerted himself. I cried and cried, confiding to my mother that Guimei was dead, that she was dead, that he had only talked about her with his eyes for a year and three months, and that there was nothing between them. He has never regretted marrying my mother. Everything was God's will. God has already arranged who he will meet and have children with in this life. He just feels sorry for Guimei. Now that she is dead, his heart is relieved. . He thanked my mother.
My mother’s hand kept rubbing my father’s bright forehead, as if to encourage him to say these words to make him feel better. His father’s voice became smaller and smaller until he fell asleep. Then he said comfortingly, Old Dong, you are a good person. You are like this now. What extraordinary things could you do back then? I don’t know what your temperament was. That night, they were all relieved. That day, my father got up early to do boxing. After that, he went to Dayun Temple to worship Buddha, and then went to Yaochi Valley. On the way back to the Queen Mother Palace on the top of the mountain, his father stayed there all morning to confess his feelings and prepare to commemorate him in his own way. Qin Guimei. After coming down the mountain, my father did not go to the temporary tent, but returned home. You must know that the earthquake warning had not been lifted at that time, and people were in panic. The streets were in chaos, as if aftershocks were very likely. When the incident happened, my father locked him in the study and wrote all night. We could only look at the only lighted window upstairs in the community, and I thought that he must be crazy!
On the third day, my father He wrote a 10,000-word article titled "A Cowardly Man's Confession to His Late Lover". Then, my friend who was drinking that night also started writing. Maybe he was inspired by the story, or maybe this was a rare writing material in the world. My father. The love between Guimei and Guimei, which is like an antique, is deeply puzzling to the younger generation, but it is also full of mysterious power and exciting. So, just like opening a tomb of the Spring and Autumn Period, we excavated bit by bit to make the passing years shine again. "Crying Guimei", a Xianzi-tuned play written by the writer Mr. Fan, was quickly put on the stage and caused a sensation throughout the county. There are also those who write poems and novels. The image of Guimei is elevated, and the image of her father is magnified. They are affectionate and righteous, dare to love and hate, and finally break through the secular barriers, get married, and move towards a new life in life. It was already half a year after the major earthquake. My father laughed frankly at all the works, except for Mr. Fan's "Crying Guimei". He said: "You have gone too far in editing. Fugui and Guimei just looked at the target with their eyes, and other things were ignored." It was you people who did it." Mr. Fan said to his father: "Literary works are purely fictitious. Don't make mistakes."
My father seemed to be recovering from a serious illness and forced a smile. He was originally a participant, but he is no longer a character in the play.
Others use the father's emotional experience to make jokes and interpret it, completely ignoring the feelings of the person involved. Only I know that things changed that night and he didn't finish telling the story. In the confession letter, I discovered a major hidden secret.He is a person who values love and keeps promises, he is a kind and friendly person. If he had not been heartbroken, how could he have made the last twenty meters between him and Qin Guimei so close that he was so far away from Xiao Lang. He was not only kind to Qin Guimei, he was kind to everyone, including my mother later. At that time, my father was already a public servant of the Dayun Temple Management Office, and my mother was still an apprentice in a woolen mill. When we met on a blind date, my mother admired my father's identity and said bravely: "I want to write down your favorite meals in a notebook, just like the formula we use to knit blankets, and prepare delicious food for you all my life." My father was Moved by these words, he decided to marry her.
has a fragment added as follows.
After the teacher became a foreign student, he wrote letters to his first love. Eight out of ten letters flew back to Xiaolan Village from the provincial capital like pigeons. They were all intercepted by Carpenter Qin, and occasionally a few letters fell into Guimei's hands. . But what could be done, it could only be an even greater sense of alienation that caused her to endure unnecessary pain. Everything has passed. It would be great if there were one sentence that could stand up, but did the foreign students say it at that time? No!
During the summer vacation, the foreign students came back to find Guimei. Oddly enough, a jeep was stopped on the way, and it turned out that the person in the car was Yu Jianming, the deputy secretary of the county party committee in charge of agriculture. On his way to the countryside, Secretary Yu was willing to take along a gentle student waiting on the roadside. It was the first time for a foreign student to take a special bus, and he didn't know anyone, so he thought he should say something, so he asked: "Where are you going?" Secretary Yu said: "Hedao Township." The foreign student said: "That's right, I'll go Xiaolan Village, just drop me off along the way." Secretary Yu said, "Xiaolan Village, you know, there is a Thunder Temple there, it's so bright, it's raining all over the plateau, so I just bypassed it. "Eye, all the gods nowadays use the back door."
The car stopped before he reached Xiaolan Village. Secretary Yu was very surprised to see someone raking grass in the wheat field after the stubble was returned. At this time, it is not yet the solar term. When it rains, the grassed ground will be washed away by the rain. After being exposed to the sun for a few days, the leather will dry out. In September, when the white dew comes and the wheat is planted, it has to be sorted again. This is not the case in rural areas. Secretary Yu stood on the roadside and shouted: "Fellow, fellow."
A woman and a cow were pulling grass together, and the rope was pulled into the woman's shoulder. A big man stood with his legs crossed, his trousers rolled up, his feet bare, and a long whip in his hand. He drove the grass to the edge of the field and was about to stop. He yelled "oh oh oh oh" and raised his whip to hit the cow. As a result, the tip of the whip hit the woman. The woman turned back to glare at the man, and her pair of slippery black eyes were reflected in the heart of the foreign student behind the car window.
She—Guimei—alas—the foreign student’s face was burning with pain.
Niu Xie Ren Li. The man came up to talk to Secretary Yu and offered a cigarette. The foreign student saw the man's appearance clearly. He was dark and thin, with a bright watch on his wrist, which was eye-catching. Foreign students also want to take a look at that woman who is as strong as an ox. Yes, she is Guimei. She sat with her back on the ridge, pouring dirt out of her shoebox. She was not wearing socks, and her feet were also bare. She had no idea that there was a teacher sitting in the car. That day, I don’t know how the foreign student got back. He was feeling dizzy, as if a drunkard had seen the golden sun after waking up. Walking and walking alone, thinking about a problem over and over again in my mind, competing with myself. He thought that if it were him, he would at least let women stand on the grass, and it must be him, Dong Fugui, who acts like a cow and a horse! It was already sunset when we got home. The foreign students put on poles, hung two iron buckets, and filled the water tanks like crazy. He wanted to use up all his strength, and it would be best if he could tire himself to death. The old father saw that the situation was not good and asked him what was wrong. He didn't speak, but kept fetching water, filling the two large tanks until they were like two bright mirrors. Then, the foreign student threw away the pole, ran back to the wing, covered his head with a quilt, and cried all night.
The foreign students felt extremely sad at that time. He swore that he would never set foot in Xiaolan Village again in his life. But thirty years later, the foreign student has become my father, and he wants to break his promise. Chinese people talk about forgiveness. Even if everyone dies, there is nothing left to let go of.Moreover, everyone in Jingchuan City knows the story of Fugui and Guimei. They are no longer real characters, like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in China, or Romeo and Juliet in the West. Father no longer has to hide and tuck in, and give up even if he wants to talk. Even if he doesn't say it, someone will. Not only talking, but also singing and acting, gongs, drums, bamboo strings, string instruments, all come on.
My father was like a cicada taking off its shell, relaxed. It was the first anniversary after the earthquake, and all walks of life were holding mourning activities. My father followed a group of people to the countryside to carry out earthquake prevention publicity. When they passed Xiaolan Village in Hedao Township, he insisted on going in and taking a look.
Father thought of Qin Guimei, and now he finally had the courage to face it. How did Guimei die? With the flat land and the bright house, why did God only take her away? Once my father became stubborn, no one could stop him. In addition, although he took a back seat at that time, he was still a public servant who sat on the stage and spoke to everyone. When my father visited Xiaolan Village, he was warmly welcomed by the village cadres. Someone immediately recognized him as the teacher back then. My father clasped his fists and bowed. Thirty years had passed and he thanked the villagers for their love and care.
Personnel metabolism has changed, and many people are old. The village party branch secretary is Qin Wukui, the youngest son of Qin Liushu's family. He organized a drinking party for his father. He was sitting at the same table as Wenhua and was my father's student. Qin Wukui said that if Teacher Dong comes back every thirty years, Murakami must express his gratitude. In Xiaolan Primary School back then, it was hard for the students to become talented but the teacher was admitted to university. Everyone laughed, seeing that a drinking party was inevitable, but my father refused. The reason is that since he learned the news of Guimei's death, he has stopped drinking. Due to years of habit, just drinking without telling stories makes me feel panicked, so it is better not to drink. So he simply gave up smoking and drinking, and devoted himself to studying Buddhist scriptures.
My father’s real purpose is to pay homage to Guimei. Even if she is no longer alive, it would be good to take a look at her portrait. Maybe they knew their father's intentions, so they took him to Liu Wanfu's house, treating it as a normal home inspection. A row of well-off houses with white walls and gray tiles, as neat as a row. The aqua blue steel door is nailed with six rows of thirty-six large copper nails. The bolts are two lion heads with gold rings in their mouths. Qin Wukui knocked on the door, but no one came. He called again and said he was at home. Suddenly, the sound of kicking footsteps was heard in the courtyard. The small single door under the door cover was opened, and a person came out. Who? Mom, Guimei!
Father never dreamed that Guimei was still alive, and his face turned red. He was ashamed, ashamed, excited, and happy! He acted like he was twenty years old again, flustered, cramped, having trouble breathing, and like he had rubella all over his body. Decades ago, a teacher stood by the flood pond and peeked at the front door of Carpenter Qin's house, but he was always disappointed. Today Guimei walked out of the gate. After thirty years of time, life and death, they met on a narrow road. How difficult it is to meet each other like this. He once had a great opportunity to pick up this love and say something solid and decent that could stand firm. But he didn't. How difficult is it to get a man's faithful commitment in this world? People like my father deserve to waste a good marriage into a half-life of lovesickness. Thirty years later, they walked in tandem, one behind the other, on the motorcycle road in the village, keeping the distance between the two telegraph poles wide. Twenty meters, a mere twenty meters. In the end, they did not change the distance of a sentence to eighteen meters, fifteen meters, ten meters, or even shorter - but I have to be happy. If they had come together that day, there would have been no Now I am.
Qin Wukui asked: "Old Liu's family, the county leaders came to check, is the shopkeeper not there?"
Guimei said: "We are hoeing two crops of corn in the ditch enclosure, please come in." She suddenly looked up and saw my father. My father's hair has gone bald and he is no longer the brilliant teacher he once was.
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Qin Wukui said: "Old Liu's family, we have a distinguished guest, please open the door wide and make it brighter.”
About the author:
Shang Yuan, whose real name is Shang Tianfu, was born in January 1983 in Gansu Province. A native of Sujingchuan, he graduated from Anhui University of Science and Technology and now lives in Pingliang, Gansu Province. He has published short stories and short stories in "Feitian" and "Haiyan". Dozens of articles. Won the 7th Gansu Province Yellow River Literature Award. He is a member of the Gansu Provincial Writers Association and a student of the Gansu Province Young and Middle-aged Writers Literary Creation Training Course
.Moreover, everyone in Jingchuan City knows the story of Fugui and Guimei. They are no longer real characters, like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in China, or Romeo and Juliet in the West. Father no longer has to hide and tuck in, and give up even if he wants to talk. Even if he doesn't say it, someone will. Not only talking, but also singing and acting, gongs, drums, bamboo strings, string instruments, all come on.My father was like a cicada taking off its shell, relaxed. It was the first anniversary after the earthquake, and all walks of life were holding mourning activities. My father followed a group of people to the countryside to carry out earthquake prevention publicity. When they passed Xiaolan Village in Hedao Township, he insisted on going in and taking a look.
Father thought of Qin Guimei, and now he finally had the courage to face it. How did Guimei die? With the flat land and the bright house, why did God only take her away? Once my father became stubborn, no one could stop him. In addition, although he took a back seat at that time, he was still a public servant who sat on the stage and spoke to everyone. When my father visited Xiaolan Village, he was warmly welcomed by the village cadres. Someone immediately recognized him as the teacher back then. My father clasped his fists and bowed. Thirty years had passed and he thanked the villagers for their love and care.
Personnel metabolism has changed, and many people are old. The village party branch secretary is Qin Wukui, the youngest son of Qin Liushu's family. He organized a drinking party for his father. He was sitting at the same table as Wenhua and was my father's student. Qin Wukui said that if Teacher Dong comes back every thirty years, Murakami must express his gratitude. In Xiaolan Primary School back then, it was hard for the students to become talented but the teacher was admitted to university. Everyone laughed, seeing that a drinking party was inevitable, but my father refused. The reason is that since he learned the news of Guimei's death, he has stopped drinking. Due to years of habit, just drinking without telling stories makes me feel panicked, so it is better not to drink. So he simply gave up smoking and drinking, and devoted himself to studying Buddhist scriptures.
My father’s real purpose is to pay homage to Guimei. Even if she is no longer alive, it would be good to take a look at her portrait. Maybe they knew their father's intentions, so they took him to Liu Wanfu's house, treating it as a normal home inspection. A row of well-off houses with white walls and gray tiles, as neat as a row. The aqua blue steel door is nailed with six rows of thirty-six large copper nails. The bolts are two lion heads with gold rings in their mouths. Qin Wukui knocked on the door, but no one came. He called again and said he was at home. Suddenly, the sound of kicking footsteps was heard in the courtyard. The small single door under the door cover was opened, and a person came out. Who? Mom, Guimei!
Father never dreamed that Guimei was still alive, and his face turned red. He was ashamed, ashamed, excited, and happy! He acted like he was twenty years old again, flustered, cramped, having trouble breathing, and like he had rubella all over his body. Decades ago, a teacher stood by the flood pond and peeked at the front door of Carpenter Qin's house, but he was always disappointed. Today Guimei walked out of the gate. After thirty years of time, life and death, they met on a narrow road. How difficult it is to meet each other like this. He once had a great opportunity to pick up this love and say something solid and decent that could stand firm. But he didn't. How difficult is it to get a man's faithful commitment in this world? People like my father deserve to waste a good marriage into a half-life of lovesickness. Thirty years later, they walked in tandem, one behind the other, on the motorcycle road in the village, keeping the distance between the two telegraph poles wide. Twenty meters, a mere twenty meters. In the end, they did not change the distance of a sentence to eighteen meters, fifteen meters, ten meters, or even shorter - but I have to be happy. If they had come together that day, there would have been no Now I am.
Qin Wukui asked: "Old Liu's family, the county leaders came to check, is the shopkeeper not there?"
Guimei said: "We are hoeing two crops of corn in the ditch enclosure, please come in." She suddenly looked up and saw my father. My father's hair has gone bald and he is no longer the brilliant teacher he once was.
......
Qin Wukui said: "Old Liu's family, we have a distinguished guest, please open the door wide and make it brighter.”
About the author:
Shang Yuan, whose real name is Shang Tianfu, was born in January 1983 in Gansu Province. A native of Sujingchuan, he graduated from Anhui University of Science and Technology and now lives in Pingliang, Gansu Province. He has published short stories and short stories in "Feitian" and "Haiyan". Dozens of articles. Won the 7th Gansu Province Yellow River Literature Award. He is a member of the Gansu Provincial Writers Association and a student of the Gansu Province Young and Middle-aged Writers Literary Creation Training Course
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