Chapter 4 third chapter

The morning of tomorrow, the morning of autumn.In the morning sun, on the plains in the east of Henan, because of the morning hours, it turns into a ball of blood, and the sky is red all over.When the shop is red, there will be the morning of this day.In the morning, my grandfather would go from house to house to tell everyone to go to school at night to listen to Ma Xianglin sing Zhuizi.Go and tell the village people to listen to the pendant, push away the pendant and say: "Hey, let's go to school at night to listen to the pendant. There is a new medicine for fever. What are you doing at home?" People asked, "Is there really a new medicine?"

My grandfather just laughed: "I have taught all my life, and I have never said a single lie." Pushing open the door again: "Hey—don't worry about being at home every day, go to school to listen to singing pendants at night." People said: "Is it the pendant sung by Ma Xianglin?" My grandfather said: "Can't you see it? Ma Xianglin's fever is coming. I want to sing a few books to my heart's content. If I have nothing to do at night, I will go and listen to it. Maybe when he sings happily, his illness will really be cured." Wait until the new medicine comes down."

People say: "Is there really a new medicine?" My grandfather said: "I have taught all my life, and I have never told a lie." My grandfather notified every family. When the notice arrived at Xinjie, my father, my mother, and Yingzi were walking home on the cement road of Xinjie.There was a bunch of vegetables in Mother's hand. Needless to say, the three of them went to the vegetable field early in the morning.Seeing Grandpa, they stood in the middle of the street, staring blankly, as if they had met someone they didn't want to see.The grandfather also stood in the middle of the street, with a blunt smile on his face, and said to his granddaughter: "Yingzi, let's go to school to listen to books at night, it's more lively than watching TV at home." Mother didn't wait for her daughter to come back Then, he took Yingzi's arm and went home.I wiped my body from my grandfather's side and went home.

After returning home, only my father and my grandfather were left.The father and son stood in a stalemate on the street, the sunlight streamed down from their heads, and their faces had a harsh light.The smell of cement and bricks and tiles on the street has the warmth of autumn.In the faint coolness coming from the fields outside the village, there is a fragrance of new soil mixed with it.Grandpa raised his head, looked out from the corner of a new building, and saw Wang Baoshan, Zhao Xiuqin's man, plowing in his field.It turned out that he said that his daughter-in-law had a fever and the field was useless, so he abandoned the field.But now, as soon as I hear that there is a new medicine that can cure fever, I go to plow the fields again after the season has passed.

It is said that the plowed land can retain moisture. Plant some cabbage seedlings in the ground if there is time. It means neither planting nor planting, plowing will not turn the ripe soil into raw land. Just plowing right there.When the plow was on the ground, my father cast his eyes over it, looked at it for a while, and then looked back. With a smile on his face, he looked at my father and said, "You should also listen to Ma Xianglin's rap at night." Dad said, "What are you listening to?" The grandfather said: "All the people in the village have gone. While there are many people, you can kowtow to everyone on the stage, and just accompany them. Everything is over after kowtow and companionship."

Father stared at Grandpa: "Father, are you insane? No one in Dingzhuang made me do this or that, but you made me do this and that." Grandpa looked at dad carefully, and saw that the gray anger on his face was pasted with a picture of a door god, so grandpa snorted: "Hui, you think I don't know, when you smoked him blood, three people give you a cotton ball, how many people have that needle." Father hated Grandpa: "Father, if you weren't my own father, I would have dared to slap you in the face." After saying this, Dad followed in my mother's footsteps and left.Just wiped his body from the grandfather's side and passed by.

The father turned around, chased his father's back and called out loudly: "Hui - I don't ask you to kneel down and kowtow to anyone, can you go to the village people to accompany a few words?" My father didn't look back, and didn't take my grandfather's words again. The master chased after a few more steps and asked, "You don't even want to accompany me, do you?" Dad was pushing the courtyard door of my house, and after he opened it, he turned his head and said loudly to Grandpa: "You don't have to hate me, Ding Hui, anymore, my family will move out of Dingzhuang within this year, and you will never I want to see your son."

After finishing speaking, Dad turned sideways, squeezed into his courtyard, and slammed the door shut.The rest of the master, the master was planted on the new street like a stake and called: "Hui—you will die like this, do you know that?" After the day passed, the moon came out and began to sing. It was the rap sinker that started. Pull out the wires in the classroom, and hang two 100-watt large light bulbs on the basketball rack, making the entire campus glow incandescently.The stage is not a stage either, it is just a few bricks laid on the ground, two door panels are picked and spread on it, a high stool is placed, Ma Xianglin sits on it while singing and pulling, and then a lower stool is placed in front of the high stool. , put a pot, pour a mug of water, and that's all.There is a stage set up.Under the stage, there was a large group of Dingzhuang people, both sick and not sick.After eating, they all stepped on the road from the village to the campus, and rushed to join in the excitement.

There is a large area under the stage. A large piece of black crows. There are two hundred people, nearly three hundred people.Two or three hundred people, a large area of ​​black crows.Those who are sick sit forward, and those who are not sick sit back.Crows are black and black.It's late autumn.At the end of autumn night, the coldness has spread all over the provinces and counties, and spread all over the eastern Henan plain.Dingzhuang, Liuzhuang, Huangshui, Lierzhuang, and neighboring villages and villages around them all felt cold.Some of the people from Dingzhuang who came to listen to Ma Xianglin sing Zhuizi were already wearing jackets.Some are either worn or draped over the shoulders.People with fever are most afraid of catching a cold.He died because of a cold, and it was no longer one or two people in the village, not one person or two people.So they all put on their coats and sat on the court like winter.A large area, sitting in a mess; talking, talking messy words.Talk about a new drug.He said that it would be all right with just one injection, and luck was on his face.There is comfort plastered on the face.Laughter flew across his face like a cicada's wings.At this time, the moon was already hanging in the sky behind the school.Ma Xianglin was already sitting on the stool prepared for him on the stage, his face was still pale and green, and everyone in the village knew that his fever was coming, and he would not live long. New medicine for ten and a half months If not, then he should go away, and he should go to the next world.

is going to die. But let him sing the pendant here every day, feeling happy in his heart, maybe his life can simply survive ten days or half a month, one month or two months.Just let him sing the pendant, and everyone will come and listen to him sing the pendant. My grandfather came from where he lived with a pot of boiling water, took two bowls, and called to the crowd: "Which one of you drinks water?" Then asked a few older people: "Do you want to drink water?" ah".When everyone said he would not drink, he put the pot and bowl on the corner of the stage, and said loudly to Ma Xianglin, who was about to pass away, "Let's start, the moon has risen."

Singing began. That's how it started. As soon as the talk started, a miracle happened to Ding Xianglin.He tries his strings.His strings were originally tuned, but he still had to try to tune them on stage.It turned out that when he was sitting on the stage waiting for the start, there was nothing unusual about him.White hair, pimples, and black lips all knew that it was a sign of death, but as soon as he said that he was going to start, after trying the string twice, his face suddenly turned red.There are light to deep rosy.He smiled at the villager, and when he began to pull the string with his smile on his face, his rosy face looked like a young man preparing to get married, and even the pimples on his face turned red, glowing under the light, becoming There are small dots of light one by one.The hair is still as dry and gray, but the black lips are full of blood, and the gray hair is also red.He just shook his head, half-closed his eyes, and didn't look at anyone, as if there was no one in the audience.The left hand is walking on the string bar and string, slowly and quickly; the right hand pushes and pulls the string bow in and out, quickly and slowly.The sound of the string is like water flowing over dry sand, the coolness contains the dryness and hoarseness.There is a very clear flow in the hoarseness.After shaking his head a few times, he said, "I'll sing an opening speech first." He tried his voice and sang "Going Out", which everyone in the village knew. he sang: I want to go out for a long trip The mother sent the son to the village A few words are like gossip Think carefully every sentence weighs a thousand catties Mother said (white) son ah son Going out is better than being at home When it's cold, you have to remember to add clothes If you are hungry, you must fill up with food When you see the old man, you must respect him as a master When you meet your wife, you must respect her as a milk Met aunt called aunt I met my eldest sister, you respect my aunt When you see me, you respect me as a sister When you see my little brother, you respect him as a brother... After finishing "Going Out", he began to sing "Mu Guiying", "Cheng Yaojin", "General of the Yang Family", "Three Heroes and Five Instruments" and "Little Bayi".It turned out that when he really let him rap and sing on stage, the people in the village remembered that he couldn't memorize the libretto of that big play. When he remembered that when he was learning to rap with this pendant, he was most afraid of memorizing that big play words.He loves singing the most but is most afraid of reciting lyrics, and he always falls off the tune while singing, so the master can only fire him.So he never rapped seriously on stage in his whole life, and could only hide at home and sing by himself.But tonight, when he was able to rap and sing to two or three hundred villagers on stage, he couldn't sing that big play.If I can't sing that big play, I just think of which part of the big play to sing.I can remember which part to sing which part, but what I sing is the essence of the play. The jokes that Ma Xianglin can remember are all good ones.All that can be sung are good jokes.In this way, all he sang all night was the bone marrow opera in the playbook, which tasted better than old wine.Furthermore, this was the first time in his life that he sang Zhuizi for Zhuang people in a serious manner.It's singing pendants on stage.It was the rap field that my grandfather specially organized for him when he was seriously ill with a fever. Naturally, he put a hundred times of devotion and concentration into it.Back straight, head held high, eyes half closed, not looking at anyone, left hand up and down the strings and rods, right hand holding the bow and pushing it in and then pulling it out.Although the voice is a little hoarse, but the hoarseness is like salt in bone soup. The more salt the taste is, the more fragrant it is.People in Dingzhuang understand every word of the dialect and local language that comes out of his mouth.Older people in the village know the stories and characters in the big book, such as Mu Guiying, Cheng Yaojin, Yang Liulang, these characters appear in New Year pictures every year.Their story is the same as what Dingzhuang people saw yesterday.Knowing the story and only listening to the good arias, that is to eat only the best dishes in the table.The young, the young, the children, do not understand the ins and outs of the story, just looking at his devotion and performance is almost enough.That's enough.There was sweat on Ma Xianglin's forehead, and his dying face was glowing red. When he shook his head, the sweat would be thrown out from his forehead and chin, like beads being thrown off a stage by him. Out sample.He moved his hands, shook his head, and beat his feet on the door panel as he sang.The slapping sound of the forefoot hitting the willow door is like the sound of wooden fish being knocked continuously on the stage.When singing the key points, such as when Yang Liulang is on the field of life and death, his foot—the right foot—will lift up and stamp on the door panel, like his foot is stepping on a drum. Like a person sitting on a drum. The campus is full of music and sounds made by Ma Xianglin.There was no other sound but his voice.How quiet is it.The stars and the moon are milky white in the sky.Milky white, milky white water shines on the plain.There are light green wheat seedlings in the field, and the sound of growth is like half a sparrow feather falling from the sky.There is also the grass that has withered in the autumn night, and the grass that has been left in the fields that are not interesting to grow, has a dry and white fragrance under the moonlight.Not far away, the smell of dry sand from the ancient Yellow River Road, like the smell of fried sand and sprinkled with water, all spread here on the campus.It permeated, and became differently quiet and attractive.And because of Ma Xianglin's singing, it has a different flavor. He just sang with his head shaking his head, singing with the same devotion as the swan song, and he didn't even know that his voice was getting hoarse.The people in Dingzhuang also listened so attentively and attentively.It's not all about listening intently, but watching intently.Seeing Ma Xianglin's devotion and concentration in this swan song, I forgot that I was suffering from a fever just like him, and would die in the next life either today or tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.All were infected by his concentration.Forget everything.Everything is forgotten.I don't even remember.I don't remember all of them.Except for Ma Xianglin's singing, his chords, and his feet hitting the door, there was no other sound on campus. Not an iota of it. Quiet.dead still.But in the silence, in the silence of two or three hundred people and one person, Ma Xianglin sang "Xue Rengui swung his sword and went to conquer the west. For three days, three nights and eight hundred miles, people were besieged and horses were exhausted in the countryside. Thousands of troops and horses fell one by one." At the time of the "ground", the storytelling field on the campus was not quiet.First there were whispers, then there were voices.Then, someone turned their head and looked back.For some reason, everyone turned their heads and looked back.While watching and talking, Zhao Xiuqin and her man Wang Baoshan suddenly stood up from the crowd and shouted: "Ms. Ding——Ms. Ding—" The rapping stopped abruptly. My grandfather stood up from the front of the crowd: "What's the matter?" Zhao Xiuqin said loudly to my grandfather: "Is there any new medicine that can cure fever? Don't make my daughter-in-law look like she is lying to the whole village." My grandfather asked again: "I have taught all my life, do you think I told lies in Dingzhuang?" "But your boss, Ding Hui, is at the back. He said he had never heard of a new medicine that can cure fever." Wang Baoshan questioned, and turned his head back again. The heads of the people with a piece of Dingzhuang also turned to the back. They all saw my father Ding Hui standing behind the crowd holding my sister Yingzi.No one thought that he also came to listen to the pendant.join in the fun.Afraid of being lonely, I joined in the fun and listened to Zhuizi.Listening to Yu Zhuizi, he said that there is no new medicine for fever. As soon as I said it, things happened. There was trouble. All the Dingzhuang people turned their heads to look at him, as if they wanted to get new medicine that could cure fever from his face and mouth. Ma Xianglin no longer raps.He stood on the stage and watched what was going on under the stage.The stillness under the stage, the cold stillness in late autumn, the strong and strong stillness, like the stillness after a pack of explosives is ignited, makes all the people in Dingzhuang so quiet that they can't breathe, just like whoever takes a breath, the pack of gunpowder will explode.They all looked at Dad, at Grandpa, at the father and son, waiting for the explosion to happen, waiting for a clear result to come out. Dad spoke to my grandfather.After all, he is still the son of my grandfather, and he is talking to my grandfather again.The crowd shouted from far away: "Father, why are you lying to the people in the village like this? In the end, you can make new medicine for fever?" The people in the village all focused their attention on the master again. My grandfather doesn't speak. Grandpa stood coldly for a while, glanced at the people in Dingzhuang who were all looking at him, walked around the crowd and walked towards my father.Walked towards his son.Walk over slowly.He struggled to get out from the eyes of the villagers, and then struggled to walk past the eyes of the villagers.Walked over, came to the back of the crowd, stood a step away from my father, his face was blue and purple, he bit his lower lip with his upper and lower teeth, looked at his father coldly, stared at his son, his eyes were bulging Like it's about to roll out of the eye socket.The lights are bright yellow, and my grandfather's eyes are bright red.He looked at my father without speaking, and unconsciously clenched two fistfuls of sweat in his hands. Dad didn't say a word, just glanced at how good you can make me look on Grandpa's face.Grandfather and father just looked at each other, one had cold eyes, the other had cold eyes;Just looking at each other, all the people in Dingzhuang also looked at the two of them.The eyes on the campus are as thick as the forest, and the wind and sand flying in the sky on the plain.Grandpa and dad just looked at each other without saying a word.looking dead.With cold eyes, I looked at it for a while, and then looked at it for a while, the master's hands were clenched with sweat, and someone pulled the wrinkles on the corners of his mouth.This pull, suddenly, all of a sudden, the master said "ah!" "Ah!", rushed forward and grabbed father's throat with both hands. "Ah!" Suddenly, he threw Dad to the ground, and Grandpa grabbed Dad by the throat. No one expected that Grandpa would rush forward and grab my father by the throat, he would not let go, he gritted his teeth, and yelled: "How do you know there is no new medicine! How do you know there is no new medicine!" cried out: "I will let you sell other people's blood!" "I will let you sell other people's blood!" Grandpa's two thumbs pressed down bit by bit in the midst of his calling.Dad was thrown to the ground unexpectedly by his grandfather, lying on his back with his head facing west, and his grandfather was riding on his body, pressing his two thumbs precisely on his bulging throat, and the throat collapsed into Dad's throat Suddenly, Dad's eyeballs swelled outward.His leg, which was still bouncing vigorously at first, flicked and kicked on the ground a few times, and then slowly stopped moving.The hand that pushed my grandfather's chest hard didn't have the strength it had before. Things are a little fast, if there is no cloud, there will be a thunderstorm.Things were indeed a little fast, if there were no clouds there would be a thunderstorm, and the thing that my grandfather wanted to strangle my father happened with a bang.It's getting out of hand.But in the final analysis, my grandfather is my father's father, my own father; my father is my father's own son, my own child, they shouldn't be like this, they should live and die.To die or to live.But they are like this, alive and well.My sister Yingzi was crying loudly, crying, "Daddy! Daddy!——" "grandfather!"-- The others were also shocked.As if startled, he stood there watching without saying a word.He looked around motionlessly, as if startled.If you don't speak, it's like looking at a pair of cows leaning on their horns.Everyone watched and said nothing, like watching a pair of fighting cocks or two bulls fighting, waiting for the result of the fight.Waiting for the result of my grandfather strangling my father to death. But my sister was there crying and screaming, "Grandpa! Daddy!—" "Father! Daddy!—" With this call, my grandfather's hand suddenly froze on my father's throat, no more force than before.As if someone had slapped him on the back of the head with a stick, he lost all strength in his hands. That's how he let go. The matter passed like this, and the thunderstorm passed. As if waking up from a dream, Grandpa stood up from my father, stood dumbfounded in the crowd, looked at my father lying in the light, and muttered something that others could not understand: "Would you not kowtow when there were too many people asking you to kowtow?" "Would you not kowtow when there were too many people asking you to kowtow?" Dad lay on the ground for a while.Lie down for a while, took a breath, and slowly sat up, his face was pale and flushed.Pale for a while and red for a while, it was as if I had tried my best to climb a steep slope, and when I climbed up, my strength was exhausted, and I wanted to sit down and take a rest for a while.He opened the collar under his neck to let the wind blow into his neck, and then pulled the round-neck gray autumn coat he wore in autumn with his hands, pulling it down, let the wind blow into his neck, and let the two hot fingers on his throat The hot handprints were exposed, and the two tears that were suppressed from the eyes hung on the eye sockets.not talking.Can't speak.The snoring in the throat is like that of an asthmatic patient, snoring loudly. After ringing for a long time, Dad stood up from the ground, cast a cold look at Grandpa, and hated Grandpa, but suddenly slapped my sister Yingzi on the face, and shouted: "I won't let you come, you just want to come!" Come on, don't come this time! Don't come now!" Another cold look at my grandfather, a look of hatred at my grandfather, and a glance at the farmers who stood there watching my grandfather pinch him, but no one pinched him The villagers who gave my grandfather a hand, he dragged the crying Yingzi away. He dragged his daughter away. Also left. In the light, Grandpa watched his father walking towards the school gate step by step. He didn't turn around until his father's shadow was blurred at the gate. His face was covered with sweat, and he walked back to the stage step by step. Stand in front of Ma Xianglin who was stunned on the stage.Standing in front of the stunned Quanzhuang people, taking a look at them, suddenly knelt down, knelt down, and said loudly to the villagers: "I, Ding Shuiyang, kneel down for you now. I knelt down for you when I was 60 years old. I knelt down for you on behalf of my eldest son Ding Hui. Please see that my second son Ding Liang also has a fever. For the sake of the fact that the grandson was poisoned to death just after he was 12 years old, the fever in the whole village was all caused by the eldest brother's blood collection, so please don't take it to heart now." At this point, my grandfather kowtowed to the people of Dingzhuang on the stage: "I, Ding Shuiyang, knelt down and kowtowed to everyone, please stop hating our Ding family." He kowtowed again: "I, Ding Shuiyang, am sorry for everyone, I was the one who told everyone that blood is the reason why spring water sells more and more." He kowtowed again: "There is one more thing. I organized everyone to visit Cai County on behalf of the government, and everyone started selling blood, and also sold today's disease." When my grandfather kowtowed for the first time, someone came over to pull my grandfather.He pulled and said repeatedly: "Why bother, why bother." Then he stopped my grandfather, but my grandfather still struggled to kowtow three times, said what he wanted to say, and fell from the ground as if he had fulfilled some wish. stand up.Standing up, like a teacher looking at the students in the class, he glanced at the people standing or sitting, all staring at him, and he announced as if announcing the class: "From tomorrow onwards—Dingzhuang There are no cadres in these years. Everyone should trust me, Ding Shuiyang. Anyone who is sick can live in this school. Food and lodging are all in the school. I will go up to ask for some food for everyone. In the school, you have You can tell me anything. If I, Ding Shuiyang, do my best to help you, you can go to the homes of my eldest son Ding Hui and second son Ding Liang to poison their pigs and chickens to death. Drug the rest of their family." My grandfather said: "Let me tell the truth. There is no such thing as a new medicine that can cure fever. People say that fever is AIDS. It is an infectious disease like febrile epidemic. It is the country's It is a disease that cannot be cured. It is a new terminal disease that can only die if you get it. If you are sick, you are not afraid of infecting your family members, so you stay at home every day. If you are afraid of being infected, you come to school every day, eat and live in school , so that those who are not sick can stay at home safely." Speaking of this, my grandfather still wanted to say something, he glanced at everyone, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a "Boom!" behind him, like a vertical piece of wood fell on the platform .Turning around, I saw Ma Xianglin cut down from the stool he was sitting on, with his neck bent, his face like the paper on a white door couplet, the string pendant fell beside him, and the strings trembled. After Ma Xianglin heard from my grandfather that there was really no new medicine, he cut him off with a bang.There was blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, not a little more.The nose is bleeding, not more than two streams. There was a smell of dead blood in the school. The next life. Ma Xianglin passed away. The next life is on the stage of his rap.At the time of the burial, my grandfather said a few words to his wife, and then went to arrange the funeral for his family, and invited a painter who didn't know that Dingzhuang had a fever to draw a portrait of Ding Xianglin for his family.It seems that he is sitting on the stage rapping and singing mesmerizingly, and the audience is full of people listening to him rapping.Thousands of people are under the stage to watch him sing while pulling the strings.Listen to him singing while pulling the strings.It was drawn that there was no place to sit under the stage, some people sat on the school courtyard wall, and some people climbed on the tree branches in the school.Huge crowds of people.Thousands of people.Among the crowd listening to rap music, like a temple fair, there were still people selling roasted sweet potatoes, boiled pears, candy sticks and candied haws. What a lively picture. Roll up the picture and put it in the coffin beside Ma Xianglin.On the other side of his body, there is the beard of his love. Just buried Ma Xianglin. Also buried.