Without a woman's home, the air seems to be still. Kang Tiansheng died of a woman at the age of 30, and sent the miserable man who had been in and out of his small mansion for five years and had integrated into the simple and dilapidated farm yard into the loess. But in the extremely warm small courtyard, I couldn't stay for a day.He picked up his two-year-old only son, Qinwa, who was left to him by his dear deceased wife, wiped the hair on the top of his son's head with rough palms, went out, and walked up the path on the slope behind the village.He walked into the yard of his father-in-law's house, stuffed Qinwa into his cousin's arms, and vigorously broke the hard and astringent barrier stuck in his throat:

"The right is yours..." Qinwa cried loudly, swung her arms and kicked her legs, trying to break free from her aunt's arms.He hurriedly turned around and went out the door without looking back; after another look, he might not be able to leave. Walking out of Yaoling Village, where my father-in-law lived, and stepping down a ridge, he put his hands on the black trunk of a thick apricot tree, and cried with a "woo". After only one cry, Kang Tiansheng bit his lip, and the heart-piercing middle-aged man's thick voice suddenly stopped.He didn't cry anymore, he left the big apricot tree immediately, wiped away the tears from his eyes, coughed hard twice, and walked down the path from Shangling.

Thirty years of life experience taught him patience and stubbornness, but he didn't teach him to cry.When he was a child, he cried when he was hungry, and his father slapped him to stop his hunger.When he got annoyed with other people's dolls, he took advantage, and his father slapped him; when he suffered a disadvantage, his father still slapped him.He won't cry anymore, there is no crying, a strong emotional action that exists in both men and women.Even though two willow sticks from the Kuomintang Hekou United Insurance Office were broken, his pants were stuck to his flesh, and his teeth bit his lips so that blood flowed into his neck, but there was still no tear in his eye sockets.

At the west end of Kangjia Village in Xiahewan, in the middle of crowded crop yards, big and small, tall and short, there are two dilapidated small houses of Kang Tiansheng, with high back walls, low eaves walls, and steep-slope-like roofs. The tiles that are sparsely blended often leak water in the rainy season.He and his wife, who depended on each other, were naked at night, and moved Qinwa from one end of the kang to the other to avoid moisture... Now, his wife is lying in the loess under the south slope, and Qinwa is sent to his cousin. The sister-in-law's house was gone, and the air in the small courtyard inside the dilapidated low earthen wall seemed to be condensed and still, and the sound of his footsteps stepping into the courtyard echoed hummingly on the wall of the backyard.The stove is cold, the pot is ice, and the rolling pin is still on the wooden stick above the chopping board... The wife puts a cotton thread cloth woven by herself on her head (to prevent the firewood ash from the pot from falling into her black hair), and pulls The bellows, the edge of the pot lid has white water vapor coming out.With his son in his arms, he squatted in front of the stove, filling a pot of dry tobacco.When his wife lit a firewood from the stove door and handed it to him with a smile, Qinwa snatched it away and pushed the smoking firewood onto Dad's smoke pot bravely, and he smoked it. The bitter and spicy smell of the raw tobacco leaves made Qinwa cough and even cry, annoyed.He sprayed another puff of cigarettes on his wife's face, which was flickered by the firelight, which made her cough and cry, making Qinwa laugh again... A bench and a square table were placed against the wall; Two coarse quilts with patches are stacked on the reed mat at the top of the kang, and all the furniture and objects that he and his wife have used together reflect her melancholy and tender eyes at this moment.

After smoking two bags of dry cigarettes in a row, Kang Tiansheng stood up, tightened the blue cloth belt around his waist, pinned the cigarette bag on his waist, lifted the adobe wooden handle from the corner of the wall, carried it on his shoulders, and hung the wooden model on the ram. Put it on, walk out of the building, lock the door, walk through the small courtyard, fasten the wire button on the wooden fence-like courtyard wall door, and walk out of Kangjia Village without looking back. In the early morning of the next day, when the light of the cooking light illuminated the slopes and rivers, Kang Tiansheng was already in a trench next to a strange village, carrying a bluestone ram, making a rhythmic and rhythmic sound.

Thirty years old, what an age for a farmer!Kang Tiansheng stripped off his long gown and only wore a sweat jacket. His arms were broad and his waist was thick, and the maroon muscles on his arms gleamed.He swung a stone rammer weighing dozens of kilograms, and pounded the loess filled with wooden molds, crackling, and the series of sounds stopped. He gently picked up a smooth and flat adobe, twisted his strong body like a bullock, The adobes were built together, turned back, sprayed saliva on the palms of the hands, lifted the stone ram again, and beat and beat... He wants to remarry.How can the sun and the moon go down in a small courtyard without women!He is only thirty years old.Thirty-year-old farmer, is he afraid of suffering?

Fourteen or five years later, Kang Tiansheng finally did not rewind. He has undertaken adobe-making work in all the villages on both sides of the river and in the south and North Ridge. He has received copper coins or hemp coins, and whole strings They handed over the hemp money and copper coins to the officials of the UNPROFOR in whole strings, and I couldn't figure out which one was the donation for the strong men and which one was the fodder for the army and horses. He left early and returned late, was still busy making money from adobe, and was forced to pay the Union Insurance, so fourteen or five years passed in a daze.Although a person is old, he is not too old, nor is he bent too much.The biggest change is that Qinwa has grown to be as tall as him, but not as thick and strong as him.He was already impatient with using a small bowl to scoop rice into the pot frequently, and replaced it with a large coarse porcelain bowl commonly used by adults; I don't know when he learned it, Qinwa already knows how to make adobe.

Kang Tiansheng looked at Qinwa who stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and suddenly realized: It's time to order a wife for his son!