Chapter 39 Chapter One

In my impression, my aunt is bold and bold. It seems that there is no one she is afraid of in this world, let alone anything she is afraid of.But the little lion and I saw with our own eyes that she was frightened by a frog, foaming at the mouth, fainting and falling to the ground. It was a morning in April, and the little lion and I were invited to visit the bullfrog farm jointly run by Yuan Ji and my little cousin Jin Xiu.In just a few years, Northeast Gaomi Township, which used to be remote and backward, has changed drastically.Beautiful and solid white stone slope protection has been newly built on both sides of the river, and exotic flowers and plants are planted in the green belt on the bank.More than a dozen residential communities have been newly built on both sides of the strait. There are board buildings and towers in the communities, as well as European-style villas.This place is connected with the county seat, only 40 minutes' drive from Qingdao Airport. Businessmen from Korea and Japan have come to invest and build factories. Most of the land in our village has become the grassland of the Metropolitan Golf Course.Although this place has been renamed "Chaoyang District", we still call it "Northeast Township" habitually.

It is about five miles from the community where we live to the bullfrog farm. My little cousin wanted to drive to pick him up, but we declined.We walked downstream along the sidewalk by the river, passing by young women pushing prams from time to time.They all have moist skin, confused eyes, and the elegant smell of expensive perfume on their bodies.The children in the car had pacifiers in their mouths, some were sleeping soundly, and some were with their black eyes open, all exuding sweet smells from their bodies.Every time he encountered a baby carriage, the little lion would stop it, then lay down his obese body, stretched out his hand, and stroked the baby's chubby little hands and pink face.The expression on her face speaks of her genuine affection for the baby.In front of a two-seater baby carriage pushed by a young foreign woman with blond hair and blue eyes, facing the two mixed-race babies wearing seersucker caps and as beautiful as Barbie dolls, she touched one and then the other, with her mouth He muttered softly, his eyes filled with tears.I looked at the politely smiling face of the young woman, stretched out my hand to tug on the cub's clothes, and said, "Don't let the hala on the child's face!"

She sighed and said, "Why didn't you think children were cute before?" "It means we're old." "It's not all," she said. "Nowadays, people's living standards have improved, and the quality of children has improved, so children are cute." We meet old acquaintances from time to time, shake hands and say hello to each other. The common emotion is "getting old" and "it's so fast, decades have passed in a blink of an eye". We saw a luxury cruise ship decorated in bright red and green moving slowly on the river, like a moving archway.The melodious sound of music floated over, and there was a woman in ancient costume, like a character in a painting, playing the piano and flute in the cabin.From time to time, a speedboat with a high bow was passing by at high speed, and the waves splashed, startling the white gulls.

We held hands and looked close, but we each had our own thoughts.Children, so many lovely children, this may be what the little lion thinks, but what flashes in my mind is the thrilling chase on the big river more than 20 years ago. We crossed the river along the walkway on the cable-stayed steel bridge that had just been completed.There are many "BMW" and "Benz" among the vehicles on the bridge.The shape of the bridge is elegant, like a seagull spreading its wings.After crossing the bridge, the Metropolitan Golf Course is on the right, and the famous Niangniang Temple is on the left.

That day was the eighth day of the fourth month of the lunar calendar, which coincided with the temple fair.The open space around the Empress Temple was full of vehicles.From the license plates, we know that most of these cars come from surrounding counties and cities, and several of them come from other provinces. There used to be a small village called "Niangniang Temple" here. There was a Niangniang Temple in the village, and the village got its name from the temple.When I was young, I went to this small temple with my mother to burn incense. Although it has been many years, the impression still remains.That small temple was razed to the ground at the beginning of the "Cultural Revolution".

The newly built Niangniang Temple has a majestic hall with red walls and yellow tiles.Both sides of the corridor in front of the temple are crowded with stalls selling incense candles and clay dolls. The stall owners shout loudly to attract tourists: "Tie up a doll! Tie up a doll!" Among them was a stall owner who looked like a monk in a yellow robe with a shaved head.He knocked on the wooden fish and yelled methodically: tie a doll and take it home, the whole family will be happy and laugh haha. Tethered back this year to be raised next year, and called parents the year after. My dolls are of high quality and handcrafted by master craftsmen.

My doll looks beautiful, with pink cheeks and cherry mouth. My dolls are the most effective and have been sold as far as one hundred and eight counties. If you tie one, you will have a dragon; if you tie two, you will have a dragon and a phoenix. Tie three, three-star photos; four, four heavenly officials. If you tie five, the five chiefs; if you tie six, I won't give it, for fear that your daughter-in-law will pout. ... The voice was very familiar, and upon closer inspection, it was indeed Wang Gan.He's selling clay babies to a few women who look like they're Japanese or Korean.I was hesitating whether I should pull the little lion away, so as not to reunite with the old man and feel sad, which would make everyone uncomfortable, but the little lion broke free and went straight to Wang Gan.

Immediately I knew that she was not going to the king's liver, but to the clay dolls on the king's liver stand.Wang Gan didn't brag, the clay dolls he sold at the stall were really different.The clay dolls on the stalls next to them are brightly colored, whether they are male or female, they all look the same.But the dolls on Wang Gan’s booth are naturally deep in color, and they have the same appearance and expression, some are lively, some are peaceful and quiet, some are naughty and funny, some are naive, some are angry and pout, and some are angry. Opened his mouth and laughed.As soon as I saw it, I understood that it really looked like the work of Hao Dashou, a master of clay sculpture in Northeast Gaomi Township. ——Hao Dashou married my aunt in 1999——His clay dolls have always been sold by himself in a unique way that has been maintained for decades. How could they be handed over to Wang Gan for selling?——Wang The clay dolls on the stall next to Gan Nunu introduced to the women in a low voice: Those goods are indeed cheap, but they are made out of molds. My goods are expensive, but they are clay dolls who are craftsmen from Northeast Gaomi Township. Wang Qinhe made it with his eyes closed.What does it mean to be lifelike and breakable by blowing bombs? Wang Gan picked up a little mud boy with a pouting mouth, as if angry, and said that compared with the works of our master Qin, the wax figures of Madame Tussauds in France are just a pile of plastic.Do you understand that all things are born from the soil? Do you understand that Nuwa made people out of the soil? The soil is the most spiritual.The soil used by Master Qin is specially dug up from the bottom of the Jiaohe River at a depth of two meters. This is the silt that has been deposited for three thousand years, and it is the silt of culture and history.The silt was dug up, dried in the sun, and dried in the moonlight, allowing them to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and then crushed on a stone mill, and then used the water from the river and the moon when the sun was red. The well water taken during the early ascension was mixed into mud, kneaded with hands for an hour, and hammered with a mallet for an hour, until the mud was made into a ball of dough, and then it could be made. ——And I want to tell you, our master Qin, every time we make a clay boy, we will use a bamboo stick to pierce a small hole on the top of its head, then pierce our middle finger, and drip a drop of blood into it.

Then knead the small holes and place the clay boy in a cool place. After seventy-seven forty-nine days, he took out the color and painted it, opened his eyebrows and drew his eyes. Such a clay boy is an elf in itself—I won’t hide it You say, don’t be afraid when you hear it—Master Qin’s clay doll, every night when the moon is full, can dance to the flute, clapping and laughing while dancing, the voice is like the voice heard from a mobile phone, It’s not big, but it’s very clear. If you don’t believe me, take a few home and have a look. If it doesn’t work, take it back and throw it in front of my stall——I believe you won’t want to, you will bleed out his blood. You can hear his cries—under his flickering, the female tourists each bought two clay dolls.Wang Gan took out a special packing box from the booth and packed it for them.The female tourist left happily, and at this moment, Wang Gan came to greet us.

I think he has recognized us a long time ago. Even if he can't recognize me, it's impossible not to recognize the little lion who has been pursuing him for more than ten years.But he exclaimed as if he suddenly found us: "Ah! It's you two!" "Hello, man!" I said, "Long time no see." The little lion smiled at him, purred, but couldn't hear what she said. I shook hands with him vigorously, then let go, and gave way to each other. I smoked him a "Baxi", and he smoked me a "General". The little lion watched those clay dolls intently.

"I've heard that you guys are back," he said. "It seems that 'I've traveled all over the world, but my hometown is the best'!" "Exactly, when the fox dies on the first mound, the leaves fall back to their roots." I said, "But fortunately, we have encountered a good time. Going back a few decades, I dare not even think about it." "In the past, people were locked in cages, and if they weren't locked in cages, they were tied with ropes around their necks," he said. "Now, they are all free. As long as they have money, they can do whatever they want, as long as they don't break the law." .” "It's not fake at all," I said, buddy, you can really fool me! I pointed to those clay dolls and said, "Is it really so magical?" "Do you think I'm making up nonsense?" He said solemnly, "What I'm telling is the truth, and a little exaggeration is allowed. Even the national media doesn't allow reasonable exaggeration?" "Anyway, I can't argue with you," I asked, "Is it really Lao Qin's fault?" "Can this be fake?" Wang Gan said, "I said that these clay children can dance to the flute on the night of the full moon, that is an exaggeration, but I said that these dolls were made by Lao Qin with his eyes closed, but it is absolutely true , if you don’t believe me, I’ll take you to visit someday when I’m free.” "Has Lao Qin also settled down with us?" "In these days, whether you are registered or not, you can live wherever it is convenient," he said, "Wherever your aunt lives, Qin He will live there. Such die-hard fans are hard to find in the sky, and hard to find underground!" The little lion held a beautiful mud doll with big eyes and a high nose bridge, which looked like a mixed race of Central Europe, and said, "I want this child." I looked at the doll, and a vague feeling emerged in my heart, yes, that's right, it was the feeling of déjà vu. Where have I met her? Who is she? God, she is Wang Dan's daughter, Chen Mei. She is Chen Mei who had to be returned to her father, Chen Bi, after being raised by her aunt and the little lion for nearly half a year. I clearly remember the evening when Chen Bi came to our house to ask for Chen Mei, the evening near the Spring Festival, the evening of the day of resigning from the stove, the evening of firecrackers and gunpowder billowing.The little lion has completed the procedures to join the army and left the commune health center.After the Spring Festival, I will take her and Yanyan on the train to Beijing.In a military compound in Beijing, there is a two-bedroom unit that will be our new home.My father won't go with us, nor will he join my elder brother who works in the county, he wants to stick to the land.Fortunately, my second brother works in a township and can take care of him at any time. After Wang Dan died, Chen Bi drank all day, cried and sang when he was drunk, and ran around in the streets.People sympathized with him at first, but over time they became bored.When Wang Dan was arrested, the commune used Chen Bi's savings to pay the villagers. After Wang Dan died, most of them returned the money to him.The commune did not charge him for living expenses when he was detained, so it is conservatively estimated that he still had at least 30,000 yuan on hand at that time, which was enough for him to eat and drink for several years.He seemed to have forgotten about the baby girl who was rescued by my aunt and the little lion in the hospital.The fundamental purpose of him asking Wang Dan to risk his life to have a second child was to have a boy who would carry on the family line of their Chen family, so when he saw the child born after all the hardships and dangers When it was a baby girl again, he beat his head and cried bitterly: "God, I too! This baby girl was named by my aunt."Because of her beautiful features, she has an older sister named Chen Er, so my aunt said: Let her be called Chen Mei.The little lion applauded: "This name is so beautiful." The aunt and the little lion thought about adopting Chen Mei, but they encountered many difficulties such as registering for permanent residence and going through the adoption procedures. So, until Chen Bi took Chen Mei away in the arms of the little lion, she did not have a registered permanent residence.Among the legal population of the People's Republic of China, there was no such person as her, and she was a "black child". No one has counted how many such "black children" there were at that time, but it is estimated to be a rather alarming number.The household registration problem of these "black children" was finally resolved during the fourth population census in 1990. The fines charged for extra-birth were also astronomical, but how much of the money went into the national treasury is also a question. No one can figure out the muddled accounts.In the past decade or so, how many such "black children" have been produced by the people is probably an astonishing number.The current fine is more than ten times higher than that of 20 years ago. Wait until the next population census.If the parents of the "black children" can pay the fines... In those days, the lion cub was very motherly, hugging Chen Mei, kissing and seeing enough, I suspect that she once tried to feed Chen Mei, because I found that her nipples were abnormal——but could she secrete milk? Milk is hard to tell.Such a miracle is said to have happened.When I was young, I watched a play about a family. Suddenly, both parents died. Only an 18-year-old elder sister and an infant younger brother were left. In desperation, the older sister stuffed her virgin nipple into the younger brother’s mouth. After a few days, milk was secreted.Such a thing is unlikely to happen in real life.The elder sister is eighteen, and the younger brother is still breastfeeding? My mother said that in the past, there were many cases of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law confinement at the same time.Now, now it's possible again.My daughter's college classmate recently added a younger sister.Her father is a coal mine owner, and his money is measured by a ruler. Migrant workers work for them in black coal mines. They live in luxurious villas in Beijing, Shanghai, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Melbourne, and Toronto with their "mistresses" or "mistresses". "Three wives" make children. ——I quickly pulled back my thoughts, like pulling the reins of a crazy horse.I think of the night of the day of resignation, when I just put a grate of dumplings into the pot, when my daughter Yanyan clapped her little hands and recited a nursery rhyme about dumplings, "A flock of geese came from the south, trampled and trampled. When the little lion hugged Chen Mei and muttered endlessly, Chen Bi entered my house crookedly, wearing his shiny pigskin jacket and a hat with ear flaps on one side.Chen Er followed behind, holding his hand by the corner of his clothes.Chen Er was wearing a small padded jacket, the sleeves were half short, exposing his little hands that were red from the cold.Her hair was disheveled, like a nest of weeds, and she sniffed constantly, probably from a cold. It's just right, I said while stirring the dumplings in the pot, sit down and eat the dumplings. Chen Bi sat on the threshold of my house, the fire in the stove made his face glisten, that huge nose was carved like a piece of frozen radish.Chen Er supported his shoulders and stood, his big eyes were frightened and curious.For a while, I looked at the dumplings turning in the pot, for a while, I looked at the little lion and the baby in her arms, and for a while, I exchanged eyes with Yanyan.Yanyan handed her a piece of chocolate in her hand.She tilted her head to look at Chen Bi's face, and looked up at us. Take it, I said, take it if my sister gives it to you. She stretched out her little hand timidly. Chen Bi yelled: Chen Er! Chen Er hastily retracted his little hand. What are you doing, I said, kid! Chen Er burst into tears. I went into the back room and grabbed a handful of chocolates, and put them in the pocket of Chen Er's padded jacket. Chen Bi stood up and said to the little lion: "Give me back the child." The little lion stared and said: Don't you want it? Who said I don't want it? Chen Bi said angrily, she is my own flesh and blood, how can she not? You don't deserve it! The little lion said that when she was born, she was like a little The sick cat, I raised her. It was you all the way that caused Wang Dan to give birth prematurely! Chen Bidao, otherwise Wang Dan would not have died! You owe me your life! You fart! The little lion said, Wang Dan should not be pregnant at all in that situation, you You only care about carrying on your own family, regardless of Wang Dan’s life or death! Wang Dan died in your hands! What are you talking about?! Chen Bi yelled loudly. Mortar, aimed at the mouth of my pot. Chen Bi, I said, are you crazy? We have been friends since we were young! How can there be any friends these days?! Chen Bi sneered, Wang Dan hid at your father-in-law’s house, and you were the one who revealed the letter to your aunt, right? It has nothing to do with him! The little lion said that it was the letter reported by Xiao Shangchun. I don't care who reported the letter, Chen Bi said, anyway, you have to return the child to me today. You are dreaming! The little lion said, I can't let this child die in your hands, you are not worthy of being a father! You stinky bitch, you are all "two tails" who can't give birth to children, and you can't give birth yourself, so You don’t let others give birth, you can’t give birth yourself, so you want to take other people’s children as your own! Chen Bi! Shut up your stinking mouth, I said angrily, what a shame you came to my house You smash it, you have the ability to throw it into the pot! Do you think I dare not throw it? Throw it! If you don’t return my child, I will dare to do anything! I dare to kill and set fire! I have been hiding in the back room without saying a word The father came out and said: "Nephew, for the sake of my beard and the good relationship between me and your father for many years, please put down the garlic mortar! Then let her return the child to me." It is your child, and no one can take it away.Father said, but you have to discuss it with her.After all, without them, your child would have gone with her mother long ago. Chen Bi threw the garlic mortar on the ground, sat back on the threshold, and began to cry. Chen Er patted his shoulder and cried, "Father... don't cry... Seeing this situation, my nose became sore for a while, and I said to the little lion: I think... I'd better give it back to him... Don't think about it! The little lion said, I picked up this child! You are too bullying...It's too unreasonable...Chen Bi cried. Call your aunt, my father said. No need to call, I’m here already! My aunt said outside the door. I greeted him like I saw a savior. Chen Bi, stand up for me! Auntie said, I am just waiting for you to throw the garlic mortar into the pot! Chen Bi stood up obediently. Chen Bi, are you guilty? My aunt asked sharply. What crime do I have? You committed the crime of abandoning human beings, Auntie said, Chen Mei was brought back by us. We used millet porridge and milk powder to feed her. After more than half a year, you Chen Bi didn’t even show your face. , this daughter is your kind, but you, father, have you fulfilled your responsibility? Chen Bi muttered: Anyway, my daughter is mine... Is it yours? The little lion said ferociously: You ask to see, will she agree? If she agrees, you will take her away! You are unreasonable, I will not talk to you! Chen Bidao, aunt, it was my fault in the past Yes, now I admit my mistake, plead guilty, and you return my daughter to me! You can return it to you, Auntie said, you go to the commune to pay the fine first, and then register the child with a registered permanent residence. How much is the fine? Chen Bi asked. Five thousand and eight! My aunt said. So much?! Chen Bi said, I don’t have that much money! No money? Auntie said, don’t want children if you don’t have money. Five thousand and eight! Five thousand and eight! Chen Bidao, if you want money, you have a life! Keep your life for yourself, my aunt said, you can keep your money for yourself, and keep it for drinking and eating meat. Go to a roadside store to go whoring! I didn’t! Chen Bi roared in embarrassment, I’m going to sue you! If the commune won’t win, I’ll go to the county; Can’t you win the lawsuit? My aunt said with a sneer, do I have to go to the United Nations to sue? The United Nations? Chen Bidao, I can go to the United Nations too! If you win the lawsuit, come hold the baby again.But let me tell you, even if you win the lawsuit, you have to write me a guarantee that you can raise this child well, and at the same time you have to pay me and the little lion 5,000 yuan each! Chen Bi failed to take Chen Mei away, but after the Spring Festival, the day after the Lantern Festival, Chen Bi took Chen Mei away with the fine receipt. "Hard work fee" was an angry word from my aunt, so naturally he didn't have to pay it.The little lion cried and trembled, as if someone had taken away his own flesh and blood.My aunt scolded her: Why are you crying? You like to give birth to your own child! The little lion kept crying. My aunt stroked her shoulder and said in a sad tone that I had never heard before: "My aunt's life is a foregone conclusion. Your good days have just begun, go ahead, work is secondary, sir, a child comes out, take it back and show me... After we arrived in Beijing, we always wanted to have a baby, but unfortunately Chen Biyan agreed.A lion cub can't be born.She is good to my daughter, but I know that it is Chen Mei who haunts her dreams.Therefore, the expression on her face when she held the clay doll whose nose and eyes resembled Chen Mei's was understandable.What she said to Wang Gan was actually to me: I want this child! How much is it? I asked Wang Gan. What do you mean, Xiaopao? Wang Gan said angrily, is he looking down on me? Don’t get me wrong, I said, “Tie up a child” must be sincere. How can you show sincerity if you don’t pay the money? You don’t have sincerity if you pay the money, Wang Gan He lowered his voice and said, what can be bought with money is just a piece of mud, and children cannot be bought. Well then, I said, we live in Building 902, Binhe Community, you are welcome. I will go, Wang Gan said, I wish you all the best of luck. I shook my head with a wry smile, bid farewell to Wang Gan, dragged the little lion, and entered the main hall of the Niangniang Temple against the flow of people. In the cast iron incense burner in front of the main hall, cigarettes are lingering and exuding a strong aroma.On the candlestick next to the incense burner, the red candles are densely arranged, the candle flame flickers, and the candle tears roll.Many women, some as old as rotten wood, some as bright as hibiscus, some in ragged clothes, and some hanging gold and jade, all are different, but they all have pious faces, hopeful hearts, clay babies in their arms, and burn incense and candles there. The main hall is towering, with forty-nine white stone steps leading to the gate of the hall.I looked up at the plaque under the eaves, with the inscription "Educating the Children Morally" in four big gold characters, and copper bells hung on the corners of the eaves, tinkling when the wind blows. Up and down the steps, there are basically women with clay dolls in their arms. I am mixed in with the women, and I am a bit of a bystander.Birth and reproduction, how solemn and secular, how serious and how absurd.I spontaneously recalled that when I was a child, I witnessed with my own eyes that the Red Guards from the County No. 1 Middle School's "Destroying the Four Olds" combat team made a special trip to demolish temples and destroy gods.They, as well as them, carried out the mother-in-law, threw them into the big river, and then shouted slogans: "Family planning is good, and the mother goes down to the river to take a bath!" Those gray-haired old women, on the river bank, brushed Kneeling in a row, muttering words. Is it to pray for the empress to appear and punish these hairy children? Or to pray for the empress to forgive the crimes committed by human beings? It is not known. "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi" is exactly what this sentence says: on the former site of Niangniang Temple, a splendid temple will be rebuilt; in the hall of Niangniang Temple, a splendid golden body will be molded again.It not only inherits the traditional culture, but also creates a new fashion; it not only meets the spiritual needs of the people, but also attracts tourists from all over the world; the tertiary industry is prosperous and the economic benefits are remarkable.It is better to build a temple than to build a factory. My folks, my old friends are all living for this temple, and they are all living by this temple. I looked up at the statue of the empress.Her face was like a full moon, and her hair was like dark clouds.The thin eyebrows are on the temples, kind and affectionate.Dressed in a white dress, with a necklace of jewels.The right hand holds a round fan with a long handle, and the fan is clasped obliquely on the shoulder; the left hand is touching the head of a boy riding a fish.On both sides of her body, there are twelve boys with different postures.These boys have vivid faces and full of childlike interest, they are indeed extremely cute.I think the only ones in Northeast Gaomi Township who can create such a child are Hao Dashou and Qin He.If what Wang Gan said is true, then this group of statues seems to be made by Qin He.Because, I sinfully think: The figure and appearance of this lady in white is quite similar to my aunt when she was young! On the nine kneeling mats in front of the statue of the lady, there are nine women kneeling.They occupied the kneeling mats for a long time, or kowtowed again and again, or folded their hands together, looking up at the empress and praying silently.The marble floor behind the kneeling mat was also full of women kneeling.Whether it is a woman kneeling on a kneeling mat or a woman kneeling on the ground, they put their clay dolls in front of their knees and let them face their mothers.The little lion knelt on the ground, kowtowed sincerely, and made a "dong dong" sound.Tears filled her eyes because she loved her child deeply.But I knew that her dream of having a child was out of reach.She was born in 1950 and is already fifty-five years old. Although her breasts are plump, her menstruation has ceased.When I am observing others, there must be others observing me.I followed the little lion and knelt in front of the empress.Those who observe us will think that we, an old couple, are tying dolls for their children? After kneeling and worshiping, the women take out money and stuff it into the red wooden box in front of the empress seat.Those with less money rush in, while those with more money show off.After the consecration, the nun standing beside the wooden box put a red rope around the clay doll's neck.Standing on both sides are two nuns in gray cassocks, with lowered eyebrows and drooping eyes, knocking on the wooden fish, chanting words, seemingly not looking sideways, but as long as there are people who donate more than 100 yuan, the wooden fish in their hands will make a particularly loud sound The voice seems to draw the empress's attention in this way. We didn't expect to come here, so we didn't bring any money.In desperation, the little lion withdrew the gold ring from his hand and put it into the offering box.The wooden fish in the nun's hand "cracked" repeatedly, just like the starting gun when I participated in a long-distance running competition many years ago. In the auxiliary hall behind the main hall, there are successively enshrined: the Empress of Immortals, Empress of Eyes, Empress of Children and Grandchildren, Empress of Pox, Empress of Nursing Mother, Empress of Yinmeng, Empress of Pei Girl, Empress of Birth, Empress of Sending Birth.In every hall there are people kneeling down to worship and offer offerings, and in every hall there are nuns knocking wooden fish to guard them.I looked at the sun and advised the little lion to come back the next day.The little lion nodded reluctantly. When going out along the corridor outside the hall, a nun poked her head out from time to time in the small room outside the corridor: Donor, please equip your child with a longevity lock! Donor, please wear a colorful dress for your doll! Donor, Please give your doll a pair of Qingyun clogs!  … We had no money, so we apologized repeatedly and hurried away. After leaving the Niangniang Temple, it was already noon, and my little cousin called my mobile phone to remind me.The market is bustling, people gather like ants, there are many items, and there are many people watching.We couldn't care less about strolling, we divided the crowd, and hurried forward. My little cousin said that his car was waiting for us at the east side of the temple fair, in front of the Sino-US joint venture Jiabao Maternity and Infant Hospital, which was grandly opened today. When we got there, the ceremony was over.I saw the remains of firecrackers all over the place, dozens of flower baskets spread out like phoenix wings on both sides of the gate, and two huge balloons floating in the air, dragging huge slogans under the balloons.This is a blue and white curved building, like a calm and elegant embrace formed by two outstretched arms, in sharp contrast to the magnificent Niangniang Temple on the west side. While discovering the little cousin in a suit and leather shoes, we also discovered our aunt.Many people were there, plucking flowers from baskets.My aunt was also in the mix.My aunt already has more than a dozen roses in her hands, including white, red, and yellow, all of which are about to bloom.We recognized my aunt from her back.Even if my aunt is mixed among ten thousand people, even if these people are all wearing the same color and style of clothing, we can easily identify my aunt. We saw a teenage boy handing a white paper package to his aunt.The boy turned and ran.Auntie peeled off the paper bag, she jumped up, let out a strange cry, her body was heavy, she swayed a few times, and then fell back.