Chapter 118 Chapter 20 - Persimmon Tree 3 (7)

When approaching Wuzhuang, it began to rain lightly, with snow mixed in the rain.The snow is like cotton wool that has absorbed enough water, it is heavy, and it melts as soon as it hits the ground.I walked forward along a levee, and there was a winter scene in front of my eyes: on both sides of the levee, there were black nail locust trees. , is a big river with muddy yellow water. Occasionally, a wooden boat that has not been used for a long time is tied to the bank. Seven or eight shelducks are swimming slowly with their necks curled up in the cold water. On the right side of the embankment is a cotton field. The cotton stalks have not been pulled out, and they are brown, one after another, which makes people wake up the memory of autumn, summer and spring; strengthening.When I walked to the back of the village, the ground was already muddy, and my shoes were pulled out several times, so it was very difficult to walk. A pedestrian walking a long way had to carry an old bicycle, slipping and falling on the road where the wheels could not be rolled, reflecting the embarrassment of a cloudy winter day.

Looking at Wuzhuang, where the huts and tile-roofed houses are mixed together, I wiped the rain and snow from my hair, and breathed on my hands that were already stiff and aching from the cold, and I felt a surge of excitement: I will go into the house soon ! The courtyard door was open.I scraped off the mud on the soles of my shoes on the threshold of the courtyard, and called out "Ma Shuiqing!" No one answered, so I went into the house.I called "Ma Shuiqing" a few more times, but still no one answered. I thought he must have gone out on something, so he sat down on the stool before he went far.

When I stepped into the house, the first thing I saw was a small charcoal stove.The charcoal stove was placed in the corner, and the fresh flames made that corner red.In this weather, seeing such a charcoal stove, I feel that this world is really good.In the quiet warmth, I saw that there was a bowl of boiled fish on the spotlessly clean Eight Immortals table.They were two large crucian carp with black backs in a mackerel bowl.In this place, people pay attention to eating fish jelly in winter, so the fish is always boiled and frozen before eating.The fish jelly is like glue, I can imagine that it must be trembling when it is on the chopsticks.

There is also a small salted duck egg, the yolk of which is oozing with golden-red oil.Another plate of water celery mixed with soybeans.Only water celery is eaten in this place, and the roots of this water celery are pure white, as white as willow whiskers.I observed the house again, and saw that the house was tidy and there was no mess.I was thinking in my heart: Could it be that Shu Min moved back again? A person appeared at the gate of the courtyard, but it was Ding Mei.She picked up a bucket of water, brushed the hair on her forehead, and asked, "Who is in the room?" I walked to the door, "It's me."

"It's you!" She looked up at me, probably thought it would be more appropriate to pour the water into the water tank before talking, so she took the water bucket and went straight to the kitchen. I stand at the door. After pouring the water, she didn't come out immediately, she seemed to be tidying up in the kitchen - she came out after a while, and asked, "It's so late, where are you from?" "From school." "It's so cold and you have come here so far, is there anything urgent?" "Nothing urgent. What about the others?"

"Probably went to Teacher Shu's." She didn't come into the house, but took a broom to sweep the yard.She sweeps very carefully, her movements are very even, and she looks good.Girls in winter are probably the best looking.Ding Mei in front of her, with dark eyes and blushing face, spread the warm breath of life in the winter courtyard.Standing there, for no reason, I thought of Ma Shuiqing's slightly hunched and limp look. When Ding Mei swept under the persimmon tree, she looked up at the empty tree, "Are you here to pick persimmons?" Before I could answer, she continued, "It's winter now."

Just sweep away again. I wiped my wet hair with my sleeve, and wiped my face again, as if talking to myself, or as if I was saying to her: "I'll wait for him at the gate of the courtyard." When I stood at the gate of the courtyard, I hoped to see Ma Shuiqing immediately. Ding Mei swept to the gate of the courtyard, stopped, and said, "You are so kind, huh?" I don't know how to answer her. After sweeping the floor, she went into the house. After a while, she also walked to the gate of the courtyard to look at the intersection. "I heard that Teacher Shu is going to be transferred," she said.

"yes?" "Teacher Shu is very kind." "pretty good." "It's cold outside, go in and wait for him." Seeing that I didn't intend to go in, she said again, "Come in." When I followed her into the house, they asked me casually, "Is your family getting better financially?" "..." After entering the room, I sat on the stool unnaturally, looking out the door. Ding Mei said, "I'll go to the river to wash rice and make porridge." Then she walked out of the courtyard. I looked back at the table and saw that the dishes on it were gone, only a plate of pickles.

When Ding Mei came back, I said, "I won't wait for him. He's back. You tell him that the teacher told him to go back to school immediately." Then, I walked out the door. "Wait for him to come back. He'll be back in a while." "No." "Then I don't care. What if he comes back and blames me?" "I'll go to the elementary school and look for him. If I can't find him, I will explain to him when he returns to school." I have already walked out of the courtyard. Ding Mei chased to the door, "Lin Bing, next autumn, don't forget to pick persimmons!"

"Hey——" I agreed—and turned my head back. At that time, there was no rain at all, and the snow was increasing.I walked quickly, and after a while, I left Zhuangzi.After walking dozens of steps, I turned around and looked at Wuzhuang in the heavy snow for a while, and said in my heart: Farewell, Wuzhuang! When they stepped onto the levee, the snow was splashing and pungent, and they looked like they wanted to cover the earth wholeheartedly.I faced the wind and snow and headed east all the way.The snow hit the face and fell into the neck, and the body and mind were very comfortable.I walked in a hurry and strode forward without feeling cold at all. On the contrary, I felt hot all over.After walking more than three miles in one breath, my heart felt hot and I wanted to sing a song.Because I was walking in the wind and snow, and I was alone, I looked up to the sky and roared "Fighting the Tiger Up the Mountain".That song is really a song that will last forever. As soon as I roared, I suddenly felt a sense of tragedy flowing from my heart and spreading to my whole body.A piece of music that can make people hold their heads high, their eyes sparkle, and a curtain of tears is drawn up, isn't it going to last forever?Those fields are right to be snowfields, and those miscellaneous trees are right to be forest seas, and a branch is right to be used as a horsewhip. I played a hero again and again, and experienced a kind of high-spirited emotion—— Over and over again, at the end of singing, the voice was hoarse, and the underwear was tightly sucked by the hot sweat.

After walking five miles, after the snow covered the field, it stopped suddenly, and a sun burst out from the sky.There was a haystack beside the road, a weasel just got out, I saw it at a glance, roared, it forgot to return, and ran towards the cotton field under the embankment.The fur on that body is really good, shining golden.I swooped down from the embankment and chased it closely.It first ran on the ridge of the field, leaving exquisite and lovely footprints all the way, and after a while, it jumped into the cotton bushes.I stared at it closely with my eyes and chased after it. I heard the sound of the clothes rubbing against the cotton stalks, and I heard my panting.In a snowy field, a young man chasing a golden weasel, plus a dying sunset, I think it must be a good picture.When the distance between me and it was shortened to about 30 meters, the little thing stood up very interestingly, with its two small ears erected, and faced the sun with a look of worship.I suddenly gave up the idea of ​​hunting it, stopped there, watched it complete its ritual, and ran towards the place where the sun went down.Later, it disappeared, leaving only two sets of footprints to me, a big fool. When I got back to the embankment, I was exhausted.My trousers were torn by cotton stalks, and the backs of my hands were scratched several times with blood.Under the haystack that the little thing got out of, I pulled out a handful of hay and sat down, looking towards a smoke village with my eyes.I thought, my eyes must have been very empty at that time, without any content.