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Thirty-seven years ago, the bachelor Yangtze River came back from work outside and rested under the big willow tree at the entrance of the village. He just rolled a cigarette and didn't smoke yet when he heard a baby crying. He turned over and saw a small luggage roll slanted obliquely under the willow tree, wriggling. He opened the small luggage roll, and a wrinkled little face showed up. The little mouth on the little face was torn to both sides, making a cat-like cry.
"Yeah, it's a kid!"
He picked it up, looked down instinctively, lifting the red diaper wrapped around his butt, and a little cock hung between his legs like an slug .
"Also a boy!"
He didn't care about smoking, and hurriedly rolled up the quilt and went back home.
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Twilight is all over, the broken courtyard of the Yangtze River is even colder under the cold moonlight. Seven out of ten stops on the paper on the window are broken. The moonlight came in wearing the pane, and the room is bright. He used his quilt to wilt a nest for the child. put the child in the quilt, and the child fell asleep sweetly.
His broken quilt is thin and can be transparent to the light.
He took this opportunity to make food for himself. The rough corn was soaked, and soon emitted the unique fragrance of new grains. The child woke up in a while and cried with his legs on his broken quilt. He hurried over and looked over. It turned out that the child had peed the quilt. He didn't change the new diapers for the child, so he cut one of his autumn pants and put them on the child's butt. The child still cried with his face. He remembered that he might be hungry.
He took his corn paste, swiped out a layer of porridge oil on it, put the porridge oil in another bowl, dipped it in chopsticks and sent it into the child's mouth bit by bit. The child's little mouth touched the food and sucked it greedily.
He was happy. This was the first time he had lived forty years and had been in close contact with another life. He is so fresh, so soft, with heat.
He has never fed the child. He is a bachelor. He is forty years old and has never even married a wife. He doesn't know how to take care of the child. But he has seen his sister-in-law get the child.
The child was greatly satisfied after eating the food and opened his eyes alertly.
This child is really not a beautiful child. His eyes are small and embedded in a narrow forehead. He is obviously not generous, his nose is small, and his cheeks are very stretched. He is cheekbones are high and protruding. His small nose stands alone in the middle of the open ground, looking quite empty. When he reaches the lower half, he twists again. His chin is quite narrow and his mouth is quite big. When he breaks, he will reach the edge of his chin. His chin is all occupied by his mouth.
But there is nothing unlovely about children in the world. He stared at the Yangtze River with his small bright eyes under the moonlight. The heart of the Yangtze River was like a beach hit by the rising tide.
Only when he looks at the child's little face can he have the time to think about the origin of this child.
is a boy, and it is definitely not an extra item thrown out by a family that prefers boys over girls. If a family likes to have a handle and wants to surround it with a gold fence, it must be an illegitimate child. Boys, only illegitimate child will be thrown out.
He held the child and looked at him, and began to think about the next serious question. What should this child do?
He is a bachelor, who works as a small worker every day to make a living. He doesn't even have a woman at home and can't raise this child at all.
Speaking of the life experience of the Yangtze River, it is quite pitiful. His family is poor. When he was a child, he went up the mountain to chop firewood and fell off a cliff. He fell down and lame his feet, but no one was willing to be his wife. He helped his parents marry his wife for his brother Changhai, but his brother and wife were selfish, mean, and powerful, and didn't even love her own daughter. How could he treat a child he picked up well? She only has her son in her eyes, and her niece can't even eat an egg.
It would be great if he had a woman. He never longed for a woman like he was now, but where would this fierce lonely guy go to find a woman?
He thought it would be great if he could run away. He could take it with him when he went to work, but unfortunately, this is a little man who needs to be taken care of from the initial stage of his life.
He really wants to keep this child, but if not, he can only give him away. Who should I give
?
He stroked the people in the village from beginning to end and found that there was nothing suitable. Every family has children, but no one lacked children.
He suddenly remembered that he came alone. Jiang Zhongshi's family in the village originally had a son. When he was ten years old, he drowned in the river and was left with only a three-year-old daughter.
This couple has been in a slump since their son died. Women are sick and always have tears in their eyes. Jiang Zhongshi is also depressed, rarely speaks, and lives a poor life. They work as little as him.
is always better than him who doesn’t even have a woman, so give it to his family. There is no better choice. They should be willing to treat this child well.
At this point, he felt at ease. He lowered his head again and found that the child had fallen asleep in his arms, his thin eyes closed and his mouth closed, exhaling and breathing without a sound.
He dared not sleep, so he sat on the kang, the moon rose to the middle of the sky, he just looked at the child, the child's body became warm, and the warmth directly reached his body. He felt so comfortable, and then he fell asleep against the wall.
It was dawn and the child was still sleeping soundly in his arms. He had to send him away. he didn't want anyone to know the origin of the child. He had to put it at their door without realizing it before the Jiang family opened. If is late, it won't work.
He suddenly became reluctant to let go. That night, the two of them snuggled up to each other, as if a subtle feeling was secretly growing between the two. He tried to call the child "son" in a low voice, and then found himself startled.
He has never called such a beautiful word in his life, "Son!"
But he still has to send it away.
Stepping on the dim morning light, he left the house and tiptoed to the door of the Jiang family. The broken wooden door of the Jiang family was blue-gray, which was the gray feeling of wood that had been exposed over the years. It was broken, but not cold.
He put the child at the door and hid in the corner of the wall to look at it. He had decided that if the Jiang family didn't want this child, he would come back. Whether he carried him to work or beg for food, it would be fine.
About ten minutes later, the Jiang family's wife opened the door and held a urine jar in her hand. When she saw this child at first, the urine jar almost spilled. She repeated the procedure of the first encounter with the child in Changjiang. She picked it up, looked at her face first, then opened the urine mustard seed. After seeing the urine mustard seed, she hurriedly wrapped it on the quilt, looked around and closed the door and went back.
The Yangtze River ran to the door, and there was only a jar of urine left. I don’t know which jar of urine was rippling in the jar.
He had a clear mind, and probably this child had a solution.
He looked at the closed door and said in his heart: "Son, this will be your home in the future."
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He took heavy steps back, packed up and worked, and his heart was empty.
I couldn't get excited this day and always wanted to go back to see the child. Was it taken by the Jiang family? Will something happen again?
Wait until he got home in the evening, he couldn't wait to sneak to the front of the Jiang family. He saw that the Jiang family was crowded with people, and several women in the village were chattering there. He grabbed one and asked what happened to the Jiang family. The woman said, "Oh, the Jiang family brought a child from a foreign country, saying that it was born from a distant relative's family. There were too many sons and I couldn't afford to raise it."
He felt at a loss, thinking that the Jiang family was also smart and knew to give the child a decent life experience.
He was both happy and sad. He regretted it a little at this moment. This child was given to him by God and he transferred it out again. This was obviously his son, but he became someone else's son. is useless to regret, and the water poured out by the child sent out.
He went home and sat straight in the middle of the night holding the translucent quilt. There seemed to be a childish smell on the quilt. A red diaper was exposed from the quilt. He picked it up and smelled it. There was a smell of a child's urine. , but he felt that the smell of urine was not disgusting at all.
He just grabbed the diaper and slept all night.
4
From then on, the child settled in the Jiang family and was named Jiang Shi'an, which means "peace for a lifetime". He became the treasure in the hearts of the Jiang couple, and also the treasure in the hearts of the Yangtze River.
Changjiang was not very close to the Jiang family before, but now in order to see the children, he has to try every means to get around the Jiang family.
"Brother Jiang, where to hoe the manure?"
"Ah, hoe the manure".
"The millet grows well this year. Last year was the Little New Year, and it's the New Year this year."
"Yes, my little world is safe to make a meal by grinding noodles. If the harvest is not good, I have to buy it. It's another expense."
"Ah, there is no more than me, I'll lend it to you."
After a while, he became very familiar with the Jiang family. Shi'an grew up to one year old and was already very close to him. He secretly bought him candy.
When Shi'an was four years old, he took him to the show and carried the child on his shoulder to climb a mountain. Shi'an grabbed the leaves of the tree on his shoulder and asked him, "Uncle Changjiang, what is the other side of the mountain?"
He said "mountain".
"Where is that mountain?"
"It's still a mountain."
"Why are all mountains?"
"Not all of them, I don't know how many mountains I have crossed. There will be a big river called the Yangtze River, which is my Yangtze River."
"Is the Yangtze River big?"
"It's big, it can't be described as big, Zhou Yu's navy army drained dozens of miles, Zhuge Liang drained hundreds of ships and borrowed more than 100,000 arrows."
Shi'an couldn't imagine how big it was.
Shian went to school at the age of seven. Every morning, he saw him walking past the door with his little schoolbag on his back, and Changjiang shouted in his heart: Son!
Shi'an went to elementary school and had to hand over firewood to the school in winter. He was waiting on his way up the mountain, pretending to meet him, and helping him dig a full basket of tree roots.
Changjiang and Shi'an are close, and the Jiang family does not doubt that they have him, but thinks that this is an old bachelor's desire for a child.
The Jiang family is very poor and can't afford to eat meat. He went up the mountain to cover rabbits with iron wire and chewed pheasant . After he got it, he carried it down the mountain with a shoulder pole, singing along the way:
for the country, I have fought south and north
for the country, I have also gone out to Qishan six times
for the country, I have also been in danger in Xicheng
for the country, I have also been to the mountains, I have also been to the mountains, I have also been to the mountains, I have been to the mountains, I have also been to the mountains, I have also been to the mountains, I have been to the mountains, I have also been to the mountains, I have been to the mountains, I have also to the mountains, I have been to the mountains, I have also to the mountains, I have been to the mountains, I have also to the west city
for the mountains, Bloody work
lines to watch
see the lonely lamp flashing and reviving
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He likes Zhuge Liang, although his life is not as light as Zhuge Liang's feather fan , you can imagine that he is a hero, overlord, and fierce general, strategizing and dominating the world.
Shi'an is still introverted and inferior. His parents are old and weak, and he is inevitably bullied at school, so Changjiang helps him vent his anger.
There are several little boys in the house who set up the line at their doorstep and Shi'an was not allowed to pass by. Shi'an wanted to go home, either climbing the mountain on the left or wading on the river on the right. When the Yangtze River saw it, he walked by with Shi'an on his back and warned them that if they bully Shi'an again, they would beat them up.
Shi'an went to middle school. When he didn't go home, he felt very uncomfortable. Someone introduced her to a wife, a widow from South . He was helpless, so he married her for a while. As a result, the widow ran away again within a few months, and the matchmaker kidnapped him for 3,000 yuan.
From then on, he no longer talked about getting married. He still went to work on the sunset and went home at sunset. Singing on the cliff:
and Zhang Yide and I were divided into droughts,
Which one should we come first to capture Kuyuan
4 Passed Bazhou to collect Yan Yan as a former war
also received Ma Chao also considered a member of the tiger general
...
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The only operas he can comfort himself are those emperors and generals who are completely opposite to his fate.
Shi'an was admitted to university when he was 18 years old. The Jiang family hosted guests. The whole village was full of noise, but the tuition fee was not enough. He secretly took 3,000 yuan and said that the money would be used first.
The place where Shi'an went to university was in Wuhan, by the Yangtze River. He finally saw the river outside the mountains, which was what he imagined.
Shian, who came back, became a young man, wearing a snow-white shirt and spotless on his shoes. When he saw him, he gently called him Uncle Changjiang. He looked better than when he was a child, and there was close love in his eyebrows and eyes.
He happily went up the mountain to sing for a long time.
Shi'an didn't graduate from university, and the old lady of the Jiang family died. Shi'an came back in a hurry and knelt down in front of the spirit and wore mourning clothes, crying bitterly. He held the spirit banner and took the old lady Jiang's coffin around the village, but Changjiang cried like a child inexplicably. Others don't know what he cried, but only he himself knew that no one would hold the banner and hang the spirit in his life.
09, Shi'an had graduated from work. When he went home, he brought two bottles of wine to pay the 3,000 yuan from Changjiang. Changjiang knew that the money was "liao" and "severe kindness", but he also accepted it. At night, he sang an old opera in the middle of the night with the new wine.
The Yangtze River is old every day, and no one is willing to use it when going out to work. He just takes care of the acres of land at home. He and Jiang Zhongshi became a couple. The two often chat together, but Jiang’s old man lives with confidence. He always works in a big city. He always picks me up and doesn’t go!
The old man of Changjiang has no support, and his only bloodline is his nephew. He is good to that nephew, but in his heart, he can't stand the best.
A few years later, after the Spring Festival, Shi'an took his wife and daughter back to his hometown. The family of flowers became a scene in the mountain village. This time he came back to take his father to the city to spend his old age. His father is old and no one takes care of him anymore, for fear of an accident.
Before leaving, he wanted to look at the Yangtze River. He held two bottles of good wine and knocked on the door of the Yangtze River, but found that the courtyard was deserted, and the splashing moonlight was as innocent as silver. The lights in the hut were on. He found that the Yangtze River was lying on the kang, with a peaceful smile on his face, as if he was asleep, holding a wrinkled red cloth in his hand.
The Yangtze River died and died on a day of family reunion.
Shi'an was not afraid at all. He picked up the red cloth and suddenly felt that all this was very familiar. A feeling of familiarity surged from the bottom of his heart. The light, the moonlight, and the mottled walls seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it. This was his previous life? Or this life?
He wouldn't have thought that this was his own thirty-seven years ago, nor would he know that there was someone in this world who kept calling him, son.
