Note: The text is original, first published on my WeChat public account "Su Jian". The pictures are quoted from the Internet.
beside the dark sky, without a trace of anger.
Sister Yan sat under the window with her cheeks covered and her eyebrows were knotted. In the room, the old man snored with his throat, like a lazy cat.
Sister Yan’s house has not cooked yet, and she has no intention of cooking.
Next door, Fat Li's wife walked in with sea bowl in the future and asked, "What's wrong? Aunt. Is the chimney on strike?" Sister Yan glanced at her sideways and didn't answer.
Fat Li's wife croaked herself and said, "Ashun's new wife is called Shui Ling, like a cucumber with thorns on her head. When Azhi came back from work, she bought her mother a cell phone..." Mrs. Yan frowned, and countless sour bubbles appeared in her heart.
"Hmm-hum-", the old man spitted phlegm in the room. Fat Li's wife looked at her, shook her head, and left in one step, leaving a scent of green onion.
"Ashun's new wife, that little water, hum." Yan's wife thought angrily, "Why is she throwing my Ayong like throwing a piece of chewed gum?"
But... Xiaoshui looks good, with curved eyebrows and curled eyes, and her mouth is tilted like a boat. Ayong's future wife may not be able to catch up with her.
A gust of wind blows, and firecrackers are everywhere. Yan's wife had a bitter face and slowly moved into the house. The old man stared at the roof of the kang, as if there was an exit there to get out. His cramped chest was undulating rapidly, like a scrapped steam locomotive, shaking the walls on both sides trembled.
The old man's shoes are one in the east and the other, which just form the word "eight". Looking at the cold decorations and smelling the desolate atmosphere, Yan Santa swayed twice and sat on the edge of the kang.
"Where is Ayong?" the old man asked. "How could I know? You are the old man who ran away your son!" Yan Sao said angrily. "Oh! I'll just say a few words to him, what's the big deal?" The old man's voice became lower and lower, and in a blink of an eye it melted into the boundless night.
"The child must have nothing to do, right?" Yan Santa Yan was murmured, and suddenly stood up and sat down, frightened by the thought that suddenly appeared.
"Bang bang", someone knocked on the door. Yan Sao took two steps in three steps.
is the crow of the fish pond. Yan Sao covered her mouth.
Cangzi hasn't visited the door for several years. The last time he came, he informed Lianzi of his death. Lianzi is Yan’s eldest daughter and Ayong’s eldest sister. The girl's life is miserable and she is not favored by her father at home. She wants to go out to work, but her mother is worried. She finally got along with her partner, and her family is so poor that she is so poor. After marrying, I still get angry. Men are not like men and can only drink. As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, Lianzi returned to her parents' home and walked for 5 miles. She was so empty that she couldn't move and sat by the fish pond to rest. The moon in the heart of the sky is so round, it makes the fish pond shine brightly, like gold, like dreams. Lianzi cried until the next day Cangzi discovered that she had become a flower in the fish pond.
At this moment, Yan Sao looked at Cangzi and dared not say anything. Cangzi looked at the old man and said nothing for a long time. The old man broke his silence and asked, "Is there anything wrong?" Cangzi knocked the ground with a stick and said, "Are you there?" "No." The old man's words were filled with sadness.
When will he leave? Yan Sao was thinking desperately, was it necessary to welcome Ashun's family in the morning, or was the old man yelling that he was incompetent? Can't remember it.
"Is this his?" Cangzi carefully handed over something. It is a watch with a large dial, colorful and foreign characters. Yan Sao was instantly heavy and her legs were light, and her lips were dry - no one in the village wore a watch except Ah Yong. The watch is an old object that Xiaoshui’s father doesn’t want. Ayong is so excited when wearing it. Now it’s soaked, and the water is trapped in the bracelet and whimpering.
"Where is he?" The old man scratched the mat of the kang and his fingertips pierced. "The water and grass are caught in the net, but no one sees it." Cangzi said carefully.
Sister Yan struggled to sit upright. Not seeing anyone is a good thing, which means Ayong is still alive, but why did he lose this watch? The pig hummed twice under the window, which was considered an answer. There is a flash of light on the window of
, like a shooting star. The noise from people in the distance was getting closer like the tide. The leader was Lei Zi, who walked past Yan's wife's door and stopped at Zhang Tuozi's door.The Zhang family dog barked, and the cry of the Zhang family's wife rang out, three long and two short, sometimes high and sometimes low.
Yan Sao ran hard, squeezed through the crowd, and saw a small body lying under the white cloth - the baby of a camel. Like lotus seeds, he chose to settle down in the fish pond. The hunch's wife had fainted.
Sister Yan moved home like a soulless person, holding her heart in her hands. Her small thoughts were like needles that made her feel riddled with holes. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the old man falling to the ground, crawling, panting, and a lot of medicine bottles were spinning around me. Sister Yan burst into tears, she pinched the old man's hand and said, "It's not our Ayong, it's not our baby." The old man slowly closed his eyes, and tears slowly flowed down from the corners of his eyes. Yan's wife didn't have any effort and carried the old man onto the kang - he was as light as a leaf, but the bones all over his body were like sword edges, which made life hurt.
Three days later, the old man became seriously ill, talked nonsense, and slapped. Yan's wife hurriedly asked someone to send a message to ask her second daughter Lingzi to come back. The bell is here, and the soles of the shoe are stuck to mud. The son-in-law Asheng followed him, his mouth was opened with his shoes open. The arrival of the couple failed to stop the old man from leaving. When he was dying, he only said six words - "Ayong, child, come back."
Yan Sao's house turned into Baimen Tower. It seemed as if Mrs. Yan's hair turned white overnight.
The old man was buried in the old grave, with the tombstone facing the entrance of the village.
A few more days later, Suzuko left her parents' home step by step, thinking about where are the brothers? No one answered, only the wind in the forest whimpered and talked to himself.
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Another night beside the dark sky, black and thud, without a trace of anger. Yan Sao was sitting under the window with her cheeks covered with knots on her eyebrows. In the room, the cat purred silently, like the old man who had been counting on a day.
Sister Yan hasn't cooked yet, and she has no intention of cooking.
Next door, Fat Li's wife approached with a bowl of sea and said, "Eat it, aunt, the dumplings I just made." Sister Yan looked up at her, her empty eyes were scary. Fat Li's wife sighed, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and left gently.
crackle, crackle. On the beam, Ashun was coaxing the kid to set off firecrackers. Xiaoshui called the father and son to have a meal sound like a flower.
Not far away, the camel wife and Azhiniang sat silently under the big poplar tree. The baby in Azhi's arms was learning to call her grandmother and mother. The hunch's wife's cell phone was loud, and she sang only one song in boundless manner. The male voice, a "mom" every once in a while, and the call was like bombs falling on the heart of Yan's wife, countless gray smokes were raised, covering the entire sky in a blink of an eye.
When the village lamps closed their eyes and fell asleep one after another, Yan Santa was not sleepy, and the big window frame behind her made her look like a ghost.
suddenly made a "squeak" sound, and the closed door opened. Yan's wife was shocked.
"Hmm--Hmm-", someone spitted out a sputum gently, and the movement was like a dead old man.
Sister Yan stood up by the wall tremblingly.
I saw a thin figure standing by the door, so familiar and so strange. The shiny corners of the eyes are like a walking fish pond, shaking one step at a time, like gold, like dreams.
