Chapter 104 Volume Four 03 Beyond Sound and Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.1

For the sensitive 11-year-old boy in 1969, we pay special attention to the sound outside the body.Since then, there has never been an age that makes us more aware of everything that sounds outside our bodies.How sentimental and self-pitying we are to ourselves when our blood runs unnoticed from our tender fingers.When we hear autumn insects chirping in the grass, our hearts suddenly feel pain and melancholy that have been pierced by needles.Life is so monotonous and heavy, your parents are so rough, your heart should be rough, but because of this, you are extra sensitive.It's like when you see the bloated Lu Guihua 30 years later, you will suddenly miss her 19-year-old silver bell-like laughter, like a girl with two children in Paris who has two children will suddenly regret being a girl Why is the era not as good as today's wine and today's drunkenness? At this time, is your nostalgia for the voice 30 years ago also a manifestation of old floating clouds and white clouds and dogs? Thirty years later, your head is already covered with stiff blood vessels like earthworms. You withdraw from your dream and return to the village of Tuyuan, where half of the pagoda has been erased, and your deceased grandma is walking with a smile on her face. , let you forget the present and go back to the past──So when you wake up sweating, you suddenly feel unprecedented fear of life and time.At the same time, you start to miss all the loved ones in the world.You even want to dance a piece of shortbread or steamed bread, as long as the audience sitting in the audience is still the familiar audience from the past.You want to escape from reality, so you long for the future of the past.When you receive a phone call or a letter in reality, a kind of fear will arise spontaneously.And 30 years ago, when the setting sun hit your youthful face, when you looked at the smoke rising from the village above the village in the morning dew, you could already smell the firewood in the smoke, and you heard the green grass in the dark When the growth and grass are growing, the sound of warblers flying and grass insects lurking in the green grass, you can't help but want to stop and talk to them.You seem to feel something in the dark.But 30 years later, on your weather-beaten face and calloused heart, you start to turn a blind eye to it all, and you even feel that the feelings of boyhood are a kind of hypocrisy, because they are not needed in life. It is from this time that you also lose your sensitive heart.Eleven or twelve-year-old teenagers are sensitive just like eleven or twelve-year-old girls when puberty is approaching, that kind of sensitivity and sadness, that kind of feeling and touch, that kind of despair and heart-piercing beauty are gone forever.Then you start to turn a blind eye and be insensitive.Cataracts start to grow in your eyes, blood clots start to appear in your brain -- you're about to start getting Alzheimer's.There was so much snow in winter, so much rain in summer, and so lush grass in spring—the village was almost submerged.At that time, the sunset glow of autumn burned the whole sky red.At that time, the sky in the countryside was so blue and clear, reflecting our clear and unpolluted internal organs and our dark eyes.At that time, there were no cars, motorcycles and tractors on the newly repaired asphalt roads that were so crowded 30 years later.Sometimes there is not a car in sight all morning.If a transport truck can be turned from afar, we all have to stand on the mound and cheer for a long time.We don't know where the trucks come from, where they go, and what important things are they pulling in this world—cars, can you take me for a while?Sometimes we still fantasize like this. In the winter of 1969, I was lucky enough to go to the county town to buy New Year’s goods with my deaf uncle Liu Hejiang, and luckily stopped a transport truck on the road.It just so happened that the driver of the truck had a close relative with Liu Hejiang’s deaf uncle’s family──So we raised our hands, and the car stopped at our feet──In order to stop this car, Liu Hejiang’s deaf uncle’s prestige in the village immediately grew a bit── ─Even people are distorted when they say it, and at the beginning they say:

"Liu Hejiang is not only a figure in the village, but he is also not afraid when he goes outside. The second son of his aunt's family drives a truck at the county portage station." "I said he was the second son, but he is actually over 40 years old!" "Xiao Er'er's driving skills are the best in the county. Wherever he reverses, he always reverses to the end in one stroke, and never reverses a second time!" "As soon as Liu Hejiang raised his hand, the car stopped at his feet!" Even I omitted it at this time.Passed on and turned into:

"Liu Hejiang goes out as if he is in the village—ordinarily, as long as he raises his hand, the car will immediately stop at his feet!" "No matter what kind of car, as long as Liu Hejiang raises his hand, it has to stand anyway!" "No matter what you go to fetch, you have to send Liu Hejiang first!" "As soon as the driver saw Liu Hejiang, he let him into the cab." "Old Fang at the transfer station once asked about Liu Hejiang at a fair." ... Wait, it can be seen that there were few cars and the thickness of the ozone layer at that time.In fact, Uncle Liu Hejiang stopped the truck with me that day, and I was obviously a little scared to see him.The hand was not raised very firmly.But who would have thought that this car happened to be driven by the 40-year-old Er'er from his aunt's family.When the station arrived in front of us, we were both overjoyed and worried: Will this car scold us angrily?When we saw clearly that Xiao Erer was sitting in the driver's building, we breathed a sigh of relief──Where did my habit of taking a breath come from? ──I put my heart back in my stomach.At this moment, where does Deaf Uncle Liu Hejiang still have the prestige and confidence of Wen Sankuang and Lao Ma in the village? ──As soon as a person leaves his own territory and his own stall, he automatically shrinks his former style; your old man walks swagger in the village, but when he comes to the provincial capital and the capital, you see him following your ass The back is a little shrunken, and I don't know how to take my steps. ──Uncle Liu Hejiang felt a little embarrassed when he saw that it was the youngest son:

"It's mainly because there is something urgent, otherwise I dare not stop your car!" On the other hand, the little Er'er was a little generous and certainly did not lose the majesty of the driver and said: "I just look like my cousin, otherwise I wouldn't have parked!" Deaf Uncle Liu Hejiang nodded immediately: "That is, that is." Xiao Er'er didn't turn off the car at this time, and was still "booming" on the accelerator: "Get in the car!" So my deaf uncle Liu Hejiang and I climbed into the empty carriage on the hub wheel—it turned out to be an empty carriage that had just finished unloading coal.At this time, Xiao Er'er laughed:

"Isn't the driver's building still empty? Why are you crawling into the trunk? Including that kid, let's all sit in the driver's building!" We don't believe our ears.It's enough to rub the car, can you still sit in the cockpit?So our excited heart was beating wildly, and then we climbed out of the car and got into the cab.At this time, we don't even know how to touch the door.Then you can imagine me sitting on pins and needles in the cockpit with Uncle Liu Hejiang.We watched the trees fly away like mountains and seas on both sides of us, we watched the instruments in the cab vibrate non-stop, we felt that the car had already flown through the clouds and fog, we felt that Xiaoer’er was amazing and at the same time began to feel that we Living in this world is nothing. Thirty years later, when Bai Shitou rides a taxi through the crowded traffic in the city, he often mumbles to himself, "Xiaoerer."

Or shake your head and say, "Insignificant, insignificant." It made the taxi driver lie there confused or trembling, thinking he was mentally ill, and asked tremblingly: "Sir, do you want to stop?" ... In 1969, there were no cars on the newly repaired asphalt road for half a day.There are often more old men picking up dung on the road than cars.Not only a car, even if you drove a tractor in 1969, it was majestic.Lao Cai, who drove the "Dongfanghong" chain tractor at a tractor station with my father, was in charge of the spring plowing in our villages. Originally, chain tractors could not even go on asphalt roads, and there was not even a steering wheel in the cockpit. A wooden pole pushes and pulls there.But every spring when Lao Cai comes here, as soon as the tractor enters the village, the older girls and the younger daughter-in-law will gather around and compete to see the headlights of the tractor.Then, no matter day or night, the sound of Lao Cai's tractor sounded in the field.At night, he turned on the headlights fully, and the dark fields opened their eyes like a waking beast.When we woke up at night and called mother and then peed in the urinal, we heard the sound of Lao Cai pumping up the tractor in the field.Like a sleepless baby hearing the mother's snoring, it makes us feel novel, stimulating, reassuring, calming and stretching.The sound of tractors from time to time made our hometown seem so friendly, and the external voice brought to us by Lao Cai made us feel so excited and confident.Sometimes in the middle of the night, the tractor had finished plowing a piece of land, and Lao Cai let the tractor turn off suddenly. At this time, we felt how lonely our night was, how lonely, lost, shortcoming and painful it was.We cannot live without Lao Cai.Did Lao Cai finish plowing the land and drive the tractor away?It was not until the next day that we found that Lao Cai had not left the tractor and was still with us, and he would be stationed in our village for a week, so we felt relieved and optimistic.We also worriedly asked each other—don’t bother Lao Cai directly—: Is the tractor not broken?The tractor is not broken.So we were completely relieved.At this time, Zhaoxia hit the field and also hit Lao Cai.Lao Cai on the field looks golden.At this time, both the eldest girl and the younger daughter-in-law begged Lao Cai to take his tractor to plow the fields, so as to make up for the worries and losses at night during the day.But this time is different from the night, the worries and thoughts at night are your own business, now whether you can get on the tractor or not is up to Lao Cai to decide who gets on first and who gets on last.At this time, Lao Cai was also generous, saying:

"Anyone can go up, anyone can go up." But this is not acceptable. This will increase and encourage chaos, where everyone is scrambling to be the first to be crowded, and the final result is that no one can get a seat.At this time, all the older girls and younger daughter-in-laws enthusiastically told Lao Cai: "Lao Cai, you can't do this. No one is ahead of the other. If everyone can't squeeze in, they will blame you. It's up to you to decide everything—whoever you say will get in." At this time, Lao Cai really detached himself from life, opened up his posture, and whoever is on fire can get on.Objectively, we helped Lao Cai—a clumsy tractor driver, just as we met a newbie in love who was clumsy and made us anxious, we solved him completely at once, and now we also Lao Cai was completely solved, and Lao Cai, in turn, entered the role at once.As a result, rules and order began to appear in the world, and all the big girls and young wives were automatically lined up in front of Lao Cai, waiting for his choice.Whoever Lao Cai chooses, a flush of excitement and embarrassment will appear on the face of whoever.Lao Cai was sitting in the cab. Although surrounded by two curious girls, he was driving the tractor around corners with his hands and feet.On the one hand, he was pretending to be chic, knocking peanuts in his mouth like a hamster.The floor of the cab was covered with a layer of peanut skins.At that time, we didn't think the peanut skin had stained the cab, but thought it was a symbol of Lao Cai's status.In order to prevent Lao Cai from feeling thirsty after eating peanuts, we had to keep carrying water cans to the small room at the brigade headquarters—the small room was also set up because of Lao Cai’s arrival—to open water for Lao Cai, Then put the jug and a water bowl on Lao Cai's ground; whenever he wants to stop to drink water, he can stop to drink water whenever he wants.You can drink when your mouth is dry after eating peanuts. Even if you want to drink water when you are not dry, you can stop the tractor immediately to drink.Jumping off the tractor and swaggering towards the water tank on the ground is also an expression of identity and posture. ──After Lao Cai and the tractor left, there was an extra program called "Drinking Water" among the games of our group of little roosters. In 1969, when did a group of little troublemakers, including our deaf uncle Liu Hejiang, ever think of drinking boiled water?Usually when I am thirsty, I just take a ladle to scoop it into the tank, and then "gudong" "gudong" to drink it and it's over.Only when someone's child was sick, the mother used firewood sticks to set up a small pot to burn water there. In the end, the water was half boiled and there was a layer of soot on it.Lao Cai, who now drives a tractor, drinks boiled water on the ground because of a tractor that has not been seen for a long time.Among the flowers that bloomed in spring at that time, I was lucky enough to bring a jug to the kitchen of the brigade headquarters to fetch boiling water for Lao Cai once.It was Wang Xijia, the father of our village party secretary Wang Xijia, who cooked and boiled water for Lao Cai.But when I got to the boy's room, I couldn't find him anywhere.I only saw a black pot sitting in a shed, half of which was filled with steaming water, and the firewood in the stove had already been extinguished—according to my experience with boiling water, the steaming water in the iron pot was definitely not Boiling water, I think the concept of boiling water should be the waves that are always "thumping" in the pot; this calm water is like the water in the slightly undulating harbor where the big ship has come back, can it be boiled? Do you drink Cai? ──When I thought of Lao Cai, when I thought that I was fetching water for Lao Cai, my body grew a lot and my voice became octave higher, so I started looking for Lao Wang Jiaxi who should boil the water.This old miscellaneous hair is too outrageous.How could it be possible to let the pot only slightly smoke when I was carrying water for Lao Cai? Why didn't the water boil "ploppingly" and wait for me before I arrived? ──It seems that I have become Lao Cai all at once.I finally found him in a haystack that had nothing to do with a water-boiling shed.There he fell asleep.After I pushed him to wake him up, he still didn’t know why I pushed him to wake him up. He seemed to be a little dissatisfied with my push to wake him up. He frowned at me there, and I got angry at once. Tone says:

"Fourth Uncle, I'm here to fetch water for Lao Cai!" The old miscellaneous hair now uses sharp eyes—this time and this kind of eyes I will never forget for the rest of my life, it is a kind of look that suddenly wakes up and understands the crux of the problem at present, and then treats everything else with disapproval. Those eyes are the eyes of an eagle, not a chick. They don’t need excitement, but experience is enough—otherwise, how can he train a branch secretary for our village?After 30 years of watching me get excited there, I realized that maybe the old man felt strange there—he gave me a sharp look, and then he clearly understood the crux of the problem, and then of course he dismissed it disapprovingly. He yawned and fell down on the haystack where he fell asleep just now──even following the imprint of his body just now, which was exactly the same as the imprint I called up just now.Seeing him so unhurried and self-confident, I couldn't feel confident all at once and began to feel a little discouraged and timid.So I stood in front of the haystack with a pitch-black pitcher in a dilemma.Finally I mustered up the courage to ask again—but this time there was no anger at all, only a pitiful begging:

"Fourth Uncle, I'm here to turn on the water for Lao Cai." The fourth uncle spoke at this time—but did not get up: "If you want to turn on the water, just go to the water pot in the kitchen to scoop it up. Why do you ask me?" Things have come to this point, I can only state the facts clearly.I said, "Fourth Uncle, the water in the boy's room is not boiling." At this time, the fourth uncle understood the reason for my hesitation.It's better if you don't understand, but when you understand, he "cuckoos" grinningly like an owl.So this laughter was more shocking and educational to me than sharp eyes. It made me understand the operation of the world and the benefits of not seeing each other for the first time; then I understood what the Bamboo Curtain and the Iron Curtain are.After laughing, the old man said there:

"Why can't it be opened? You say it will open, and it will open. If you say it won't open, it won't open. If you don't scoop it into the pitcher, it will never open. Once you scoop it into the pitcher, it will open immediately." After I was shocked and shocked, I was still a little worried about the truth of this world.So I ignorantly expressed my concern again: "Fourth Uncle, the water is obviously not boiled. I want to take it as boiled water. Will Lao Cai hit me after drinking it?" At this moment, the old man shook his head helplessly, so he folded himself up again and enlightened me:

"I just want to ask you, is Lao Cai by your side when you get into the water now?" I shook my head blankly. Elderly: "He's not by your side, how does he know whether the water is boiled or not?──Let me tell you, the water he drinks has never been boiled these days──It has always been like this. Didn't he find it?──An old man Cai, you've become more refined, you're still there, Lao Cai, Lao Cai is going to turn on the water!" After speaking, the old man fell asleep on the grass again.I was stunned to be there again.The education given to me by the elders made me jump several social stages and made me suddenly see the way of life in the future.Of course, the sudden revelation of the truth of the world also made me a little sad.It turns out that the truth of the matter is like this, and it turns out that you all made it like this. Thinking about it 30 years later, the old miscellaneous hair and old Wang Xijia is not a wise man in the world.He made me understand the importance of being the banker in a game and the importance of carrying or boiling water with your back to Lao Cai.So I saw Lao Wang Xijia's look of turning a blind eye and not being surprised, so I forced Lao Cai to drink boiled water, which was actually not boiled.When I brought back the boiled water, I found that the facts really confirmed Lao Wang Xijia's prophecy.Because in the field where the tractor roared, Lao Cai, the eldest girl and the younger daughter-in-law were still laughing and laughing unchangingly.When I bring this unboiled boiling water over.Lao Cai drove the tractor to the field—maybe he was too thirsty from laughing or eating peanuts, so he jumped off the tractor right away, then picked up the water can and poured a bowl of water into the bowl on the field. Lifting his neck, he drank "gudong" and "gudong".Then he looked at me embarrassingly—is it because of the boiling water or because this jubilant scene full of big girls and young wives hit my eyes? ──Blinked, then jumped on the tractor impatiently, carried a new group of girls, and set off again with confidence.At this time, on the one hand, I breathed a sigh of relief, on the other hand, I began to be full of malice towards the development of things.It turns out that all the hole card changes and stealing can be carried out in this way without anyone noticing.It turns out that at the same time as one thing happened, there were other overgrown weeds in the world.Boiling water and the eldest daughter and the younger daughter-in-law are also implicated.The one who boiled the water was Wang Xijia who had nothing to do with this scene, and the one who lifted the water was me again. The final result of this water can be imagined.But the final outcome is: everyone is so happy.The rolling wheels of history ran over this section without hesitation, and the big hands of history turned this page without hesitation.If you didn't cheat and entangle for a long time for the truth of a detail, maybe the boiling water would really affect the tractor.Now Lao Cai can't drink the boiled water, but he is driving a tractor in the field steadily.Seeing Lao Cai in the cockpit laughing, pushing and pulling the handle of the tractor, knocking peanuts like a groundhog in his mouth, I felt for the first time that I had begun to join hands with the development of history.So I immediately felt that when I grew up, there was a basis for my early voice change period.In this sense, thank you Lao Cai, thank you fourth uncle, and thank you for the unboiled water.But where is fourth uncle now?The fourth uncle has bid farewell to this world for 18 years.It is said that when the fourth uncle died, it happened to be in July.The ground was so hot that the children and grandchildren couldn't kneel down and cry loudly, so they had to squat on the ground and put on a show—this is another result of the patchwork of irrelevant weeds that even the fourth uncle could not have expected?And at the funeral of the fourth uncle, how many dynasties did the famous beggar in our hometown go through from begging at the age of three to seventy-eight?Is it a witness to history? ──Wu Lianxing also died of alcohol poisoning next to the haystack on the threshing floor──even he suffered from history.The man of the year is now only Lao Cai.Lao Cai is also in his 60s now, suffering from necrosis of the femoral head, and walks on crutches.I haven't seen you since the tractor parting in 1969. During the Spring Festival in 1992, the climate was dry. At that time, my grandma had not passed away, and I accompanied her to celebrate the New Year in the countryside—just because there was a pot of water sitting on the stove, I suddenly thought of Lao Cai, Wu Lianxing, and The old boiled water and Lao Wang Xijia.insomnia.At this time, my grandmother was already 92 years old.People who came to pay New Year's greetings on the first day of the new year filled the courtyard.The grandmother is still there to remember the batches of children brought by the daughter-in-laws, preventing these children from getting a walnut in the previous batch of kowtows and now making a comeback.The middle-aged bald old cousin was so excited in the yard that he already had a migraine and was still helping his grandma to support batch after batch of guests. These guests are no longer the innocent and lovely children in 1969. Now their faces are full of scars Suffering and vicissitudes, not to mention those uncles who have faltered.What's more, some uncles and some cousins ​​are no longer in this world.On the night of the New Year's Eve, you drank wine and chatted with your grandmother around the fire.At this time, my grandmother even talked about the story of her eighteen or nineteen-year-old just getting married and then returning to her natal family to visit relatives.After living in her mother's house for three days, she was going back to her husband's house, and her mother sent her off one way after another.At this time the mother said: "Ni'er, when are you coming?" This is a fundamental and penetrating philosophical question about the world.But at the time it seemed that nothing was left on your mind.So you have the heartache of 1995.There is also that cousin Liu Laobian who came to pay New Year's greetings to his grandma, kowtowed his head with his buttocks pouted, got up and raised his face to look at the sky——after 30 years, it is not so full of ozone layer, and suddenly said so homely: "Why hasn't it snowed these years?" "I remember when I was a child, it snowed every Chinese New Year." "It should be the 15th day of the eighth month when the clouds cover the sun, and the 16th day of the first month is snowy and the lights are on. Why don't they do it now?" "In the past when pigs were slaughtered during Chinese New Year, the pig's blood was dripped on the snow. Why is it dripping on the dry soil now?" Cousin Liu Laobian asked sharply, and also crossed the boiled water of the past and the thin ozone layer now.Its significance is no less than the holy words of God saying that where there is light, there is light in the world, but to our disappointment, cousin Liu Laobian did not stick to his questioning and belief like God after saying these words. Going down, after asking questions to the sky, and then mingling with us like a normal person, holding his own dumpling bowl to join in our laughter and laughter.And the sky above his head still hasn’t snowed, and the piece of pork mixed with cabbage and green onions chopped on the chopping board or wooden grate in the dumpling stuffing in his bowl also drips blood on the dry and cold place. Scraping is just a puff of winter dust on the ground instead of dripping on the warm and thick snow.If it is your responsibility to ignore your grandmother's words, and you will suffer the consequences in the end, then Liu Laobian's neglect of his own words is his own business now.He is also like Baishitou in 1969 with his attitude towards boiling water, and now he has to go with the weather and time and space. ──However, when Bai Shitou was writing, the question raised by cousin Liu Laobian hit his heart again, and then he was about to raise it again as a question.In the face of dry skies, his question is: Why doesn't it snow in winter in my hometown Pig blood used to be dripped on the snow, why is it dripping on the dust now? ... In 1969, when the blood dripped or sprayed on the snow amidst the howling of pigs and the shouts of people, there was a cauldron of boiling water standing beside it—the water at this time was real. boiled.A bright light flashed, and the pig's neck arched and arched, and the dark red blood began to drip down quickly. On the snow in the yard, bright plum blossoms bloomed and then melted into dizzy strips. The bright red river. ──Thirty years later, the weather that has not snowed for a long time, is it just like when we boiled or carried water for Lao Cai, you are also a lukewarm conspiracy to us.Breathing through the dry nasal cavity also makes us want to cry without tears.At this time, we even have more reasons to say the last sentence than encountering the military panic and natural disasters and man-made disasters, starvation and corpses everywhere in history: Hometown, you are really in a lot of trouble. Man-made creation is not important to us, what is important is everything that cannot be predicted in the dark.When we hear or fail to hear the sound of gold and iron horses crossing a village, holding sticks and sickles, we can get used to everything and take it for granted because of our historical experience; , can go forward and go through fire and water; but this time after time the artificial rotation and the rivers of human blood can no longer arouse our excitement, stimulation, yearning or disgust.All we have to worry about right now is: Now in the winter of Chinese New Year, why can't I hear the slight flakes of snowflakes hitting the ground like heavy hammers, and of course I can't hear the sound of pig's blood hitting the snowflakes?We feel particularly sad when we suddenly think of and look back on this sound outside our body when we are dead at night and we can no longer hear the sound of the tractor. What we value is no longer human blood—because human blood can be seen everywhere, and on any day’s TV news, we can see human blood from all over the world—what we value now is only why the pig’s blood doesn’t drip on the snow So insignificantly dripping on the ground everywhere like human blood? ... So a big snowflake hit our face like a heavy hammer.The long humming from the water pipe was like a beautiful song.Lao Cai with a cane and Lao Wang Xijia who has passed away have now become symbols for us to recall those years.If you are thirsty, let me drink water──Of course it is the water that is not boiled.Although we also know that when we care about snowflakes, pigs and pig's blood, we still care about ourselves; but then the question arises: Are we still ourselves?When we think back seriously, is that 11-year-old boy 30 years ago still our figure?From there to now, it sounds like someone else's story.When we were setting up the shelves of our story in the melon shed in autumn, an 11-year-old boy ran away from home with a machete.He wants to bid farewell to snowflakes and pig blood and yearn for human blood.So this is a characteristic of people who have been lazily abandoning difficulties since they were young, avoiding the important and despising the old man who eats persimmons and only picks the soft ones.When we can't grasp reality, we start to grasp ourselves; when we are helpless to snowflakes and pig blood, we plunge headfirst into human blood.When you live in a melon garden in the third world, if you are not careful, you will forget snowflakes and pig blood, and you will forget the difference between pig blood and human blood, so you will become simple and rough.The pig's blood has been coagulated by you, and the pig's blood has been coagulated into lumps by you, and then you start to put the blood in the pot for frying, stewing, steaming and boiling, and you put a lot of onion, ginger and coriander, and then even Put a bowl of soup with water, and in a blink of an eye, you drink it like jelly and fish, and then you think you have the bottom and can move forward. Thirty years later, when you are on the guillotine and the nylon rope is about to strangle you, you suddenly remember: "I'm the one who drank pig's blood." "I'm someone who has eaten red tofu." "I bid farewell to my hometown from the melon garden in autumn." Or you said it in a dignified manner on the execution ground.And at this time you just forgot Lantern and Lao Cai, snowflakes and pig's blood.The autumn melon shed blows a cool breeze, but it hasn't blown until 30 years later.At this time, you received a second letter from Paris from the female harelip.The crooked French on the letter is like melon vines in a watermelon field.But the second letter in the world often makes people hesitate, because it is often a response or questioning, teasing or hair growth to the first letter.In your first letter, you briefly mentioned your current mood—at that time, you hadn’t thought of snowflakes and pig blood. You simulated your mood and the mood of a female harelip, and you said that your current mood is the same as She put the bread crumbs on the ground in her mouth in her room in Paris, and she was in the same mood, so the female hare lips took the you in the letter as the current you for granted—in fact, your temporary emotions at a specific time and context How can hair growth sum up your whole and your whole life?You were still apprehensive when you went to the post office to deliver your letter.You hesitated for a long time in front of the letterbox.When you finished writing that letter, you already began to deny that letter just because you couldn’t find another mood and system to replace it, just like when you can’t find the snowflakes and pig’s blood in the past, you have to It's like taking pig's blood without snowflakes or simply human blood instead, and you wrote all this.Otherwise, you will not use simulation to increase your strength and momentum. You can say that you are enough, why talk about the current state of mind and pull others? ──Doesn't that just prove your confusion and lack of assertion?Doesn't it just prove your guilty conscience?Are you still that sensitive now?Is the sensitivity that jumps when you touch it just an act? ──The real situation is exactly the opposite. At this time, there is a stream of human blood on your body, and you lose the sensitivity you had in 1969. You are already a person who is impervious to needles and poured into dead pigs, and is not afraid of boiling water.But when you get emotional for a while and even the old man talks about being a teenager, you really use a mallet as a needle, and you really start talking nonsense and imitating in the letter.And so you confuse your mood now with her mood when she was picking up crumbs in her Parisian house.After you finish writing this letter and your emotional tide recedes, you feel that something is wrong when you hold this letter. You must have thought of the heavy snow that year, heard the sound of the New Year in the heavy snow, and heard the pig’s cry. Howls of struggle, the sound of blood dripping from your neck onto the snow, and the sound of blossoming plum blossoms, so you use your second sense and sense of smell to stop yourself in front of the mailbox, but at this time the evil spirit Little Liu'er came to your side silently, he is a person who is drunk today, he is a person who quickly forgets the history and only lives in the present, so his realistic breath and human flesh smell will instantly make you feel tired. Your sense of history and depth is overwhelmed and confused.You ruled out the history and only live in the present at once, and you passed today without saying that tomorrow will be a mother or a mother. Throw that imitation and confusion letter into the bottomless ocean of emotional flow in the eternal mailbox .So it's not surprising that you received a second letter from the female harelip about half a month later.The two serious people finally got together.Maybe the female rabbit lip was indeed in the same mood as Bai Shitou when she picked up the bread crumbs for the first time, but now she changed again when she picked up the bread crumbs, so she seriously and unrealistically told Bai Shitou's letter that she couldn't understand it.I was in a good mood when I picked up the bread crumbs, but it was good to pick them up, but it was not good to pick them up. Now why did Bai Shitou attach his loneliness to my bread crumbs?Just for bread crumbs, as if Bai Shitou was just for a bowl of boiled or not boiled water in 1969. A long letter.The central meaning of this letter is: she is not in a bad mood when picking up bread crumbs. Whether her mood is good or not has nothing to do with others and the environment. Unless she herself is bad, she will never be bad... etc. .Even the main issue that should be discussed between the two of them was forgotten about opening a French bar in Shanghai.I remember that what Bai Shitou mainly talked about in his last letter was not bread crumbs, but the bar. Now why does the female cleft lip start to bring up the secondary contradiction as the main contradiction? ──I forgot the main contradiction. ──Who said that when the main contradiction is resolved, the secondary contradiction can also be easily resolved?Sometimes the main contradiction is not resolved, and the secondary contradictions start to grow wildly like willow branches, and then overwhelm the main contradiction.Bai Shitou was sitting under the melon shed in his hometown—you will have no grandma when you return to your hometown—after reading this letter, he was sweating for no apparent reason.There he shook his head and muttered to himself: "The last letter was misspelled." "I was the one who delayed the bar in Shanghai." ...