Chapter 13 Chapter Eleven

My uncle and Lingling live together again. Husband and wife live together. No one would have guessed that under the noses of the people of Dingzhuang, they dared to live together.They are like water and sand. When the water walks on the sand, the sand absorbs the flowing water.Like the yin and yang magnets, touch them, and with a bang, they stick together.Like grass seeds and loess, when the wind blows, the grass seeds will go away; After Lingling was beaten up by her man, she was driven back to her natal home together with her husband and mother-in-law.If you rush back to your natal family, you will rush back to your natal family, and they will talk about marrying Ding Xiaoming again.She is sick, AIDS, dying, and has a flirtatious affair with my brother, so the fight is justified.It is also appropriate to rush back to her mother's house.It would be appropriate for someone to give Xiao Ming Zhang Luo's wife who is healthy and only in his twenties.If there is a suitable one, first of all, it must be free of fever, and it is okay to wait for Lingling to die before marrying, and it is also okay to divorce Lingling and then marry.Lingling's natal parents are all reasonable people, and they said to them face to face: "My family didn't raise a good daughter, let Xiaoming marry again, the woman asks for more money, so return Xiaoming's gift to Lingling Bar."

People asked my aunt to invite Zhang Luo's daughter-in-law. Lingling was scolded by her natal family and brought back. But, spring is here.It is said that summer is coming.The weather is warm and hot, winter cotton has been taken off, and spring warm clothes have to be taken off.When it was time to wear Xia Dan's clothes, Lingling came to Dingzhuang to get her Xia clothes.Wrapping all her unlined clothes in a bundle, she carried her out of the man's house. Her mother-in-law walked her to the door, staring at her swollen bundle, and said: "Lingling, you didn't take other people's clothes in your luggage, did you?"

Lingling said, "No." The mother-in-law said: "Xiao Ming will soon find a wife. When you are still alive, you have to come back to divorce him." Lingling just kept silent, standing at the intersection of Dingzhuang, only a few steps away from her in-law's house, she could see the cracks of the tiles on the gatehouse, as if they had been painted with ink, they were black and straight and bright. Stand for a while and leave. out of the village. The concrete road leading from outside the village to Dingzhuang is laid straight on the field, more than half a foot above the ground.In the early years, drainage ditches were dug on both sides of the road, and arrow stem poplars were planted on the side of the ditches.Now, the poplar trees have been cut down by Ding Zhuang's family.Now, the ditch is full of grass.When there is a little wind, the grass will be swaying happily in the wind, rattling and rattling.Now, in the crop fields on both sides, the wheat has straightened up, and the poles are as hard as iron wires.There are people working in the field, watering.In the middle of the day, the sun was shining fiercely, and walking on the bare road was like walking on a fire path.Lingling just walked, the pimple on her face was a bit itchy, she didn't dare to scratch it too hard, she just stroked it gently with her hands, like touching the face of a newborn baby.Just like that, she walked slowly, groping, with her head down, but as she was walking, she heard a cry.

It's my uncle's name.Not lightly nor loudly.The voice seemed to fall from the top of the head. - "Lingling". Lingling stopped. She saw my uncle standing on the side of the road ahead, a few steps away, still the same as before, and his face still had the iron blue color before he was about to die.They just looked at each other.Looking at each other, Lingling hurriedly looked behind her on the road. My uncle said: "There is no one. I am not afraid of anyone." Lingling said, "What are you doing here?" Uncle sat on the side of the road first: "I heard that you have returned to Dingzhuang, and I will wait for you here."

"What's the matter?" "Sit down." Lingling hesitated. Uncle said: "Song Tingting is still at her natal home." Lingling sat down beside him. The two of them were silent for a while, and my uncle said, "Are you coming back to pick up summer clothes?" Lingling said "hey" and moved the bundle in her hand. Uncle asked: "How is the disease?" Lingling said, "It's still the same." Uncle said again: "I am still the same. After the winter, I can survive the spring and summer." Then, the two of them stopped talking.After a moment of silence, my uncle smiled and took her hand.She also let him take his hand.This was not long after Zhao Dequan died, and they met at Lingling's natal home not long ago.But they seemed to have not seen each other for several years, looking at each other, watching silently, he took her hand in his own to look at, looked at the dry pimples on the back of her hand and wrist, and wiped her hand away with his hand. Scratching gently, she started to cry, and retracted her hand.

My uncle said: "Don't go." She looked at him. Uncle said again: "Song Tingting is going to divorce me, and Ding Xiaoming is going to divorce you too. They will live together without us." She was silent. Uncle's eyes got wet: "I can't live for a few days. People say that this winter will have a big outbreak of fever. I'm afraid that you and I won't survive this year. Not only do you want to live, but you and I can be buried in death." Together—even if you die, you will be companions." Lingling looked up at her uncle, the tears in her eyes were as big and bright as beads.

My uncle wiped her tears for her: "Why are you crying—you and I are dying anyway, don't care what other people say, we will live together in the village and see what others can do to you and me ." The uncle also had tears in his eyes: "I just want to live together for others to see, for Ding Xiaoming and his family. For Song Tingting and the people of Dingzhuang." Uncle Youlei still had a smile on his face: "They want to divorce you and me—after we live together, you and I will find them to divorce." My uncle said: "You go back to your mother's house. Your parents pity you, and your brother pities you too. But my sister-in-law knows that you have a fever, so can you not look at you coldly?"

My uncle said: "If you want to live in my house, you can live in my house. You are afraid of seeing the things used by Song Tingting, so let's live in the threshing field outside the village. I just take the pots, pans, ladles and spoons from home." " They lived together blatantly.Husband and wife live together.Live together boldly. If you live in one place, let’s live in one place. In the two adobe tile houses on the wheat threshing ground outside the village, my uncle brought the pot, the bowl, the bed and the cover from home, and they lived there like they did. caught.The fields are divided among families, but wheat threshing farms are generally shared by a few or a dozen households.This wheat threshing field was originally a wheat threshing field from the mutual aid group after liberation, to the production team of the people's commune, and to today's village groups.The land is divided, and the wheat field is shared.The thatched huts on the wheat field collapsed, and the villager Tu Kuidiwa built these two farm houses again.There is no other use, but the farming is busy, and when it takes turns to threshing wheat on the field, the farmer is tired and takes a rest in the house and sleeps.When the farming is slack, I put some farm tools in the house.Up to now, it is the new home of Uncle and Lingling.

Put a few boards under the window of the inner one, and start a stove in the outer one. Once everything is tidied up, put it where it should be, and don't put it where it shouldn't be.Nails are nailed on the wall to hang the chopsticks basket, and a wooden board is propped up beside the pot to place pots and bowls. This place is just like home. They also have a home. Where there is a home, there is a home.A few days ago, when my uncle went to the house to take pots and bowls, he was still a little sneaky.However, after a few days, because no matter how careful you are, you can't stop people from knowing it, so you simply ignore it.All the daily necessities, rice, oil, and salt were boldly taken there, and when they met someone who asked, their words were as bright as a mirror.

Someone asked: "Ding Liang, where do you put the things at home?" He stood up and said, "I didn't mention anything about your family, did I?" People were choked, thinking for a while: "You man, I'm doing it for your own good." He said, "For my own good? Come—let me pass on my fever to you, and you give me your healthy body in exchange." People said again: "You man." He said again, "What's wrong with me?" People said: "You go." He just stood there: "I'm standing at your house? Why do you let me go?"

If he doesn't leave, they will leave.I dare not ask him about Lingling anymore.But when he left, he didn't go back to his own home, but went to Ding Xiaoming's home.In a blink of an eye, Ding Xiaoming didn't come out. Ding Xiaoming's mother came out of the house and went straight to Zhuangxi's wheat field house. Her face was blue and her hair was a little messy. She held a three-foot-long stick in her hand. Thick sticks, dry sticks picked up on Zhuang Street, Wu Wudi, the wind whirls towards Zhuangxi, followed by a dozen wives and children watching the fun. When she arrived at Zhuangxi's wheat field, she stood in the middle of the wheat field and yelled: "Xia Lingling—get out of your broken shoes that can fit in a car between your legs." Lingling didn't come out, but my uncle came out of the house.He stood a few meters in front of Xiao Mingniang, put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned one foot forward and one foot behind, leaned back half-slantedly, with a shameful smile on his face, gently Lightly said: "Aunt, if you want to scold you, scold me, or beat you, I'm the one who seduced Lingling. I dragged her here to live when she wanted to go back to her mother's house." Xiao Mingniang just stared: "You call Lingling out for me." My uncle said: "Now she is my daughter-in-law, if you need anything, please come to me." Xiao Mingniang's eyes widened: "Is she your daughter-in-law? She is Xiao Ming's daughter-in-law if she didn't divorce Xiao Ming, she is my daughter-in-law—you shameless Ding Liang, your brother is a man of honor, and your father has taught books all his life, why? There will be you skinless brother and child." My uncle just laughed: "Auntie, you just know that I'm shameless. If you want to beat me, beat me and scold me. Beat me to death, scold me to death, enough beating and scolding, Lingling is mine." Xiao Mingniang's face is no longer just blue, but also purple, white, and painful red.It was green for a while, then white for a while, and then red for a while, as if she had been insulted by my uncle, as if my uncle had spit a mouthful of phlegm on her face, her lips were trembling, and her hands were trembling.Here, it is really impossible not to beat or scold.No beating or cursing could not end the scene, so she cursed something at the top of her mouth, and she really lifted the stick in her hand into the air. My uncle took his hands out of his pockets, hugged her chest and squatted in front of her: "Hit you—Auntie, you beat yourself to death." Xiao Mingniang's stick froze in mid-air.If he wanted to be beaten, he squatted down and let him be beaten.It also seemed that she didn't want to fight at first, and the reason for cursing was to relieve her anger and save face.If you don't scold, how can you save face in Dingzhuang.If you don't scold, how can you have the face to live in Dingzhuang.He didn't want to fight at first, but he squatted down and let him be beaten. He even called his aunt and said, if you beat him to death, how can you beat him.The stick froze in mid-air.The spring sun shone transparently and brightly on the wheat field.In the surrounding fields, on the wheat trees, there was a green light shining.And who else's sheep-the days have passed to this field, and who still raises sheep leisurely.Whose sheep are gnawing wheat stalks in the field, "baa" - the sound is like a floating ribbon. Uncle squatted on the wheat field, his arms twisted in front of his arms, waiting to be beaten. Xiao Mingniang stopped beating, and suddenly shrank the stick and said: "You all look, this Ding Liang looks like a man, he is squatting here for me to beat because of that broken shoe fairy." Turning around, she shouted at the top of her voice: "Look at it all - look at it - go to the school and ask someone from Dingzhuang to come and take a look, see that brother Shuiyang has taught all his life and taught a child , for the sake of a goblin, he would lose his face." She called out, and withdrew towards Dingzhuang, as if she wanted to go back and call someone by herself.Calling while walking, a group of people, a large group, followed her to Dingzhuang, and kept turning to look at my uncle, and saw my uncle get up from the ground, standing where he was, staring at her. His aunt, who was walking away, shouted loudly: "Aunt—I have scolded you today, and you have let me lose you too. Lingling and I are living here whether we live or die. If you continue to do this endlessly in the future, I am not Ding Liang. This is what it looks like today." Uncle and Lingling lived in this wheat field house, blatantly, like a couple, not afraid of anything, going back to the village to get things and walk on the street of the village, sometimes daring to hum a song. On the road, I meet some old and elderly people who have gone through many things in this world. When I see him, I will first look at him for a while, and then try to ask: "Liang—is there anything missing? Come get it at home if you don't have it." He stood on the side of the road, his face was a little moved, even tears were about to flow, he looked at the elderly man, who was called Uncle or Uncle, and after calling him, he said flatly: "There is nothing missing. Bob—you made a joke." The old man said: "It's a joke, life is long and short is a lifetime, until now, I don't care what other people do." His tears could not help but come out. Young people in the village, when they saw him carrying grain or a small table to the wheat threshing field in Zhuangxi, sweating on his forehead from exhaustion, would quietly snatch the things he carried on his shoulders and put them on their own. shoulders, blamed: "Call me what you want, how can you carry your body by yourself?" Uncle smiled and said: "It's all right. You think your brother is a piece of shit?" They laughed too, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him: "Brother, to be honest, if you have a fever, it won't delay your affair with Lingling, right?" Uncle will blow: "Don't delay, do it twice every night." The one who was carrying the things was amazed, and stood down: "Really?" Uncle said: "Would Lingling be willing to lose her name and live with me if she didn't do it twice?" As a younger brother, he believed it, and stood side by side with his uncle in puzzlement. When I arrived at the wheat field, I couldn't talk anymore, so I just stared behind Lingling, staring dead-eyed, and sure enough, I found that Lingling had such a good body, thin waist, sharp hips, broad shoulders, and black hair Black, one by one, hanging on the shoulders, like flowing water.The visitor stared at Lingling's hair, and the uncle crawled on her ear and said, "I combed it." The visitor took a breath, and turned to look at the uncle: "You're a mess." The uncle smiled, and Lingling heard behind her There was a sound, and when I was wearing dripping clothes, or doing other things, I hurried away.This flash made people see her beauty completely.It doesn't look any worse than Song Tingting's.Maybe her round face is not as pleasant as Song Tingting's slightly longer face, but she is young, just in her twenties, not much more, and her whole body has that youthful and irrepressible youthful vigor, which Tingting does not have . The people who came just looked at Lingling obsessively. Uncle kicked the visitor's ass.The visitor blushed.Lingling blushed.The visitors hurriedly put the things they were carrying into the house, and Lingling hurried into the house to pour water.Because I was blinded by watching it just now, I dare not sit down and drink water now, so I took another look at Lingling for an excuse and left.Lingling sent the visitor to the door, and Uncle sent the visitor out of the threshing field. When I got to the side of the wheat field, someone came and stood down and said, "Brother Liang, have a good time, I just need Lingling to make me suffer from fever twice." The uncle smiled: "Those who are dying, the thief is happy." The person came with a serious face: "Get married, and once you get married, you can justifiably move to your house." Uncle stopped laughing, looked at the person who came, thinking about his heart. One day, while Grandpa was busy with his affairs, Uncle came.Come talk to Grandpa.Let's talk about marrying Lingling.Talk about divorcing my aunt Song Tingting, Lingling and her man Ding Xiaoming. I want to say a few things. Uncle came and said with a smile: "Father, I want to marry Lingling." Grandpa was stunned: "If you don't die, you still have the face to see me." This is the first time Uncle and Lingling have come to Grandpa's house since they lived together for half a month.This is the first time I have to talk to my grandfather seriously.To say something solemn, but Grandpa scolded him, he still had a loose smile on his face, a ridiculous smile, and leaned his body on the table: "I want to marry Lingling." Grandpa glanced at him: "You are the same as your brother, you might as well be dead." The uncle stood upright in the room, and stopped laughing: "Father, we really want to get married." Grandpa was shocked and stared at uncle.After watching for a while, he squeezed between his teeth and said: "Are you crazy? How long do you have to live? How long does she have to live?" My uncle said: "Why are you crazy, let him live for a few more days." Grandpa said again: "Can you survive this winter?" Uncle said: "If you can't survive, you have to hurry up and get married. I am happy every day." It was quiet for a while, as if it had been quiet for a lifetime. Grandpa asked him: "Why do you get married?" Uncle said: "I'm going to tell Tingting about the divorce." As he spoke, another layer of smile appeared on his face. Xiang: "This time, it's not that I'm afraid that she will leave me, it's that I want to leave her." She smiled, and then put her smile away, "Lingling dare not go to her mother-in-law's house, you have to discuss divorce with her mother-in-law and Xiao Ming thing." The Lord did not speak, and remained silent for a long time, as if he had been silent for a lifetime.After a lifetime passed, Grandpa squeezed out another cold sentence from between his teeth: "I won't go—your father has no face to go." Uncle came out of Grandpa's room. Before he came out, he smiled and looked at Grandpa: "If you don't go, I will ask Lingling to kneel down for you." Lingling is here. I really knelt down to my grandfather. Lingling said: "Uncle, I beg you." Said: "I don't think Ding Liang can survive the summer, even if he survives the summer, he will hardly survive the winter. There are thick blisters between his legs, so rotten. I have to wipe him with a hot towel for half a day every night." Said: "I can't survive this year. Xiaoming's family doesn't want me. I go back to my mother's house. My father, mother, brother, and sister-in-law all want to avoid me and despise me, but I have to live if I am not dead." Said: "Uncle, don't you think so? I have to live if I am not dead." Said: "Miss Tingting is going to divorce Ding Liang, and Xiaoming's family is also going to divorce me. If you want to divorce, then let's get divorced. Ding Liang and I will get married, even in half a year. Three months, one month, but we are legitimate, and we can be buried together dignifiedly when we die." Said: "Uncle, let me call you daddy before I die, and you bury me and Ding Liang together after death. He likes me, and I like him too. We are a companion and a family when we are buried together. You live in your heart." Also down-to-earth. One day you will be 100 years old, and when you pass away, I, Lingling, will be filial to you in the underground, to you and your mother." Said: "Uncle...you can go to my mother-in-law's house and say it. I beg you, Lingling, and your daughter-in-law begs you. Can I kowtow to you?" He really kowtowed. He kowtowed several times.