Chapter 5 The second part of Happy Homeland.2

31 Looking back, I felt a lump of sticky phlegm spit in my throat, and it was so disgusting that the volcano erupted overnight between her brother and his partner, and her emotions were burned to ashes.In this metropolis, she didn't even have the strength to burn her emotions.Until dawn, the younger brother's panting, and the girl's happy sniggering were still ringing in her ears.I really doubt that the old bed will be torn apart by them.I didn't sleep all night, and I couldn't forget that my brother and others had to go to work. At 7:30 in the morning, I cooked a pot of porridge, bought a catty of fried dough sticks, and hurriedly went to the Sichuan vegetable store at the entrance of the alley to buy a bag Mustard mustard, when I got home, my brother and the girl were gone, ten fried dough sticks were swept away by the wind, and two of them were helplessly sleeping on the table; the porridge in the pot was intact.Looking at the old-fashioned wall clock, it was seven forty-five.They go to work by bicycle, and the journey takes at least twenty minutes.However, at that time, China had just implemented the bonus system, trying to catch up with the production and management of the West and Japan in terms of formality. If you didn’t enter the factory after eight o’clock, not to mention deducting the bonus, you would be fired more than three times a month. It's no longer news.Walking into the back room to see, the bed is still there, but the quilt on the bed has not been fully folded, and the pillow towel has fallen under the bed.After hesitating for a while, thinking that I was an older sister, a young man from the countryside who lived and ate at home, I had no choice but to make up my bed.While making the quilt, I saw several contraceptive holsters under the quilt, which I hadn't put away yet.The condoms were two kinds of withered yellow and plain white. They were originally packed in a delicate paper box, but now they turned the box upside down overnight and crumpled the box into a piece of rotten paper, and the condom was golden and white lying on the bed.Moreover, although there is no blood on the list, there are spots of cloud patterns.After all, even though she is older than her younger brother, she is also in love with each other like crazy. Even this time when she returned to the city, she snuggled up with Tian Yuan at the train station for a night, but they dare not have any evil thoughts. Hug and kiss, but also choose the right time.And they, the younger brother and the future sister-in-law, dared to kill her around her.Don't clean up when you're done.Of course, it wouldn't be honest to say she was completely incredulous about it.After all, I have reached such an age.After all, some educated youths had miscarriages, and there were even illegitimate children living in this city.But after all, she is still an innocent woman.The younger brother and the others are also very old. If it wasn't for the fact that the family didn't have a house, and if it wasn't for the older sister not only not returning to the city, but also not getting married in the end, maybe they would have been married long ago.Not to mention that the large and small stores and pharmacies in the city are all equipped with contraceptives and tools that you can choose without charging. Even children in the countryside have many children who use these condoms as balloons.Although I am unmarried, even though I have never had this kind of experience, it is naturally not the first time I have seen this kind of thing.She stood by the bed for a while, wanting to retreat to the outer room and let the bed be littered with rubbish.But she didn't.She folded their quilts, gathered up the littered covers, and put them under their pillows.When I was about to leave, I saw the pillowcase falling under the bed.While picking up the pillow covers, she saw their used covers again, thick white and snot-like blown on the head of the bed, and she couldn't bear it anymore.

She just felt like throwing up, and something would come out immediately.Throw the pillow towel on the ground again, cover the snot or hard phlegm, and then run into the toilet like being chased, but squatting there, my stomach is full, but I can't spit out anything.In the courtyard, five families share one toilet.Those who went to work went to work, and all the people left behind were idlers.An old nanny from the neighbor came in and asked if she was sick?Did you eat the wrong thing?It was a strange smell, but she said no. "You are pregnant, go to the obstetrics and gynecology department."

After hearing this, she suddenly even lost her desire to vomit.Get out of the toilet, lock the door, go to the street to look at the high sky, look at the bustling crowd, then walk aimlessly at the department store, climb up the Erqi Memorial Tower, and look at the city like a countryman the whole picture.Then he went to the vegetable market, poured out all his pockets, cut two catties of vegetarian meat, bought white fungus, mushrooms and some vegetables, and finally bought a bottle of Zhanggong Daqu. When my father and younger brother came home from get off work, six dishes and one soup were already on the table, and the three wine cups were filled.The younger brother stood in front of the table and said, oh my god, a red sun has risen in the east or something?

She said, "Give father an early birthday." My father said, "It's still more than three months before my birthday." She said, "I want to go back to Zhangjiaying tomorrow." The whole room is silent, like a dam full of water, slowly and quietly overflowing the dam, and flowing outside the door, there is not a trace of sound.After a long time, she brought the wine to her father and her brother, and asked with a smile when she was getting married.The younger brother raised his glass and said that he wanted to end it long ago.She said she would send me a telegram when she got married, and my sister rushed back to attend the wedding.

The younger brother put down his glass. "Sister, what about you?" She said, "Find it." Father took the glass from his mouth. "Where do you work?" She said, "Country people, Zhangjiayingzi." Brother said: "No way?" She said, "Really." Father said, "Really?" She said, "It's true. My name is Zhang Tianyuan, a private teacher." Father knocked the wine glass on the table. "Are you not planning to return to the city?" She said: "When you get married, you will stay in the country for the rest of your life."

Father said: "You are crazy, Yamei!" She said, "Who can transfer me back from the country?" Father said: "If you can't transfer back, you can't get married in the country." She said: "If I can't be transferred back, will I never get married for the rest of my life?" Father looked at her, his face hardened with a pale blue, his hands resting on the edge of the table, trembling.She also looked at her father with tears in the corners of her eyes.Not to mention how sad it is, but there is a kind of helplessness turning around in his eyes.Looking at it like this, my father's eyes became moist.No need for anyone to say, first drink a glass of wine.When it was done, I filled it up again, held it in the air, and said, Yamei, I don’t have the right to support you. It’s up to you. If you want to get married in the country, you can marry. If you regret it later in your life, don’t blame my father for not dissuading you.Then, he drank it again.

32 She said, "Tianyuan, I didn't expect such a bumper harvest. It takes five thousand catties of wheat. How can I eat it all?" He said: "If it's convenient, I'll take two thousand catties to the provincial capital, and let your father and brother eat some fresh noodles." "A few years ago," she said after a pause, "There was still a famine, and we hoarded it at home when we couldn't finish it." The words were flat, but after all, she was thinking about the sun and the moon, the countryside long-term plan.This is said by rural farmers, but it is very common. She said that a young man from the provincial capital who was sent to the countryside had to settle down.But she doesn't feel this way, and she enjoys being in rural society.The husband was quite touched, it would be an exaggeration to say that tears filled his eyes, but in the end there was a little ripple in his heart, he still bent down to cut the wheat, passed a few sickles, and suddenly straightened his back, looking at the boundless sky.The child was playing with leaves and grass sticks behind them, looking up from time to time to stare blankly at his parents.

He said, "Yamei, I always feel sorry for you." She said, "What's wrong?" He said: "Marrying you, I always thought I was the one who hurt you." She smiled: "I thought you saved me." Back from the provincial capital that year, I took trains, cars, and walked for another day, and it was almost dusk when I arrived at Zhangjiaying.In the late winter days, dusk is a gray color of grass and trees.The mountain ridge is empty as if there is no human habitation.It is also very quiet, the ditch that should have thawed the flowing water, but there is still a pale ice band.There is bright yellow red soil on the sunny slopes, but extremely thick snow on the shady slopes.The snow is not white, but covered by the wind and dust of winter, and at dusk, the heaven and the earth are one.There was wind, blowing into a mournful whimper.The scattered villages on the mountain ridges are as insignificant as a dead leaf in a vast field in the open world. Maybe a strong wind can hang it in the air, and it is hard to guess.Look at Zhangjiayingzi, who nests in the pit fields on the hillside, more like a sheep sheltering from the wind, but the sheep are black.Unexpectedly, in this twilight, there is no breath of life in it.Where are the cows, sheep, pigs and dogs?No one was seen moving around.A few puffs of cooking smoke rose up, ringing in the evening sky, very much like the sound of moonlight wafting down the village.When she returned to the educated youth room, she always thought that she had walked into a dry coffin placed on the floor of the table, and her heart was ashamed for ten minutes.However, when I opened the door, although the two rows of houses were quiet and quiet, after going home for a month or so, the house was very clean.The bedding that was rolled up when she left was now spread on the bed, and the quilt was folded to death, as if waiting for her to slip in and sleep at any time.There was a note on the head of the bed, which said that the fire was lit, and I cooked by myself when I was hungry.She put down her simple luggage, walked into the stove, and saw that the coal fire was indeed burning. There was a small hole in the middle of the black coal cake, and there was a flame like a finger, flying blue and shining in the air, jumping back and forth. There is a sound, look at the table again, it is covered, there are no style oil cakes from relatives visiting the countryside during the Spring Festival, twisted twists that have been dried into firewood, and half a bowl of porridge rice and red dates.And if she was really hungry, she turned on the fire to cook and boiled water to wash her face.Although it is the end of winter and early spring, it is warm and cold, and it is cold outside.However, the room and the kitchen are still warm in comparison.Recalling the two huts in Zhengzhou that were divided into two, they were crowded like a mouse hole, and the family relationship with each other was not as comforting as imagined.But this family-run educated youth room is big enough for you to dig a hole in the sky, and it has a bit of comforting warmth.Don't have to think about it, this is all done by Tian Yuan.On the other hand, she enjoys this warmth, and she doesn't feel as guilty towards her father and brother as she did when she enjoyed the labor at her own home in the provincial capital.It seemed that Zhang Tianyuan would do this, and he should do it, everything was predictable, otherwise it would be supernatural.To put it further, that is to say, when she comes here, she feels that she has returned to her own home; when she returns to her home in the city, she has the idea of ​​sending her home, and she always has the idea of ​​being under the fence.After washing his face, eating rice porridge and soaking twisted doughnuts, when he came out, he saw Tian Yuan standing at the door, his face flushed with joy.

He said, "Are you back?" "Come back," she said. "I guess you'll be back in a few days," he said. "Why don't you guess I got a job in the city," she said. He said: "I have to come back to get my things and go through the formalities for returning to the city." Walking into the room one after the other, she sat on the bed and he stood in the middle of the room.She said can I eat you?You are so far away from me.Then he sat on one of her wooden crates and said that something happened at home and that you look bad. "My brother is getting married soon."

"Are you upset because the wheat is ripening before the barley?" "I want to get married too." "with who?" "Who else can I be with?" "I?" "You don't want to?" "Of course, I'm afraid you will regret it." "I'm afraid you will regret it." At that time, she raised her head and looked at him seriously, as if she wanted to find something out of his face, but what she saw was a cold discovery.So many years have passed, and they looked at each other face to face, no less than three or five times, but they didn't see him until then, and it turned out that both eyes had double eyelids.Previously, she always thought that he was only in the left eye.She wanted to laugh a little, but she was afraid that he would say that she didn't take her marriage seriously, and it was still a joke at this time.But she couldn't help being surprised, why didn't she find that both of his eyes had double eyelids before.The night outside has come, and the last thin layer of light after sunset climbs on the window.There were footsteps coming from the platform floor.She said Tianyuan, do you dare to let me live with you tonight?

"Dare," he said, "but I won't." "Why?" "Because you haven't made up your mind not to be a city dweller." "I came back this time just to marry you!" "If that's the case, just wait another year and get married if you can't return to the city." "Do you have to stay for a year? Don't you think it's not my turn to return to the city?" "I can't go back to the city at all, and neither of you and I will regret it in the future." "What if you plan to return to the city and let you live here?" "You and I are not animals, and the countryside is not like the city." "You can stay here tonight." She said, taking out a bag of clothes from the box and putting them together with the pillow on the bed, "I, Li Yamei, are married to you. As long as you don't regret it yourself. If you have a chance I won’t go back to the city! Is it not a lifetime where a person is?” After a night of fun, when she woke up in the morning, she suddenly felt relieved of the confusion of many chores in her life, as if she had inadvertently sorted out some clues in a mess.The love between men and women in the educated youth room earlier, and the storm of love that her brother and girlfriend blew up around her, turned out to be forgivable, and could be forgotten with a smile. It's been a long time, people, that's just such a thing. In the end, I became more convinced, where would I not live a lifetime? So far, she doesn't feel any dissatisfaction with her marriage.The only thing I regret is that I always regret marrying Zhang Tianyuan a few years late, it seems that I wasted a few years of time by myself. A child sits on a pile of rye on one side of the light.Following the example of the big boy, he took off his own pair of shoes, buckled the grasshopper into the shoe hole, and wove the grasshopper cage out of straw with great care.Yamei was going to help the old man clean up the wheat shop, but Teacher Zhang refused to let her go. He said that you should finish reading that thing as soon as possible.She just hugged a sheaf of wheat and put it under the light pole as a stool.The so-called pole is just a piece of willow, erected in the middle of the wheat field, equipped with an electric switch, and hung a 100-watt light bulb.She was leaning on the pole to read the legendary story, always muttering, reading the story out of her mouth from time to time, falling on the field like a light, spreading out.Children wander in their own stories, trying their best to avoid the legend of their parents.But no, her voice tempted him to stop the difficult weaving in his hands from time to time, and to plunge into the legend for a while.Chrysanthemum actually came back to life.After being dead for three years, he came back to life.And still as young and beautiful as three years ago.On the contrary, Shanhu was much older, with criss-cross lines engraved on his face.It turns out that wrinkles are also called lines.It turns out that the wrinkles on the face can be compared to the willow branches full of fallen leaves in winter.How can a willow branch be the same as a wrinkle?Oh, Chrysanthemum also gave birth to children for him, once a year, two at a time, one male and one female in each pair.Is there such a thing?The child squinted his eyes to ask the story, a boy and a girl in a pair, how come there is no such thing in the village?The baby turned over and stared at the mother's mouth which opened and closed, and at the mother's hand which took a pen from time to time to correct a word on the legend.The cage with a woven bottom fell to the ground, and the child hurriedly picked it up. He felt that his eyelids were astringent and hard, like two pieces of bark stuck to his eyes. 33 After a rain, ninety-nine and eighty-one days have passed.Spring has been lost, and when the sun rises, summer has arrived, and the mountain ridges are so hot that the ground is full of smoke.Every small gully and brook that flowed rainwater at the beginning has become a deep gully after eighty-one days.The mountain ridge is no longer an endless field of hundreds of acres, but a small ditch in three steps, and a small dam in five steps.The rich loess at the beginning has been swept away by the flood, leaving only the dull land and bare rocky mountains. In this way, the mountain tiger works on the ridge at sunrise and rests at sunset, plowing and cultivating as always.During the day, when I feel lonely, I talk to pheasants, sparrows, and hares.In the evening, I went back and lay beside the dead Juzi, holding a pine oil lamp, chatting with Juzi.In summer, cover the chrysanthemums with a thin sheet, and light mosquito fumigation ropes at the door; in winter, cover the chrysanthemums with a quilt, and light a pot of fire under the bed.The days passed lightly and peacefully.However, at noon in summer, the sun is scorching hot, the sun is scorching red on the mountain ridges, the smell of scorched loess permeates everywhere, the crops are dry and their leaves are rolled, and the birds are lying on the trees with their mouths open to breathe.Just at this time, from the top of the ridge, an old man with white hair and silver beard came slowly, wearing a straw hat and asked for some water to drink.Shanhu hadn't seen another living person for nearly three years after Ju Zi died, so he hurried back to bring water to the old man.After drinking the water, the old man said that he was hungry again. Shanhu hurriedly cooked a pot of good food for the old man. When he asked the old man to go back to eat, the old man said: "Your family has the spirit of death, so serve the food on the mountain ridge." Put the rice on the mountain ridge. After the old man had eaten, he said that it was a hot day and he needed a fan on the road. Shanhu hurriedly fetched a fan for the old man.After doing this three times, Shanhu never got tired of it.In the end, the old man said: I am traveling day and night, and I want to go to a country far, far away. I am old and weak, and the road is very inconvenient. If you can go with me all the way, I will guarantee you to be a son-in-law when you arrive in that country, and you don’t need to farm. , No work, clothes come to stretch out hands, meals come to open mouths, endless gold, silver and jewelry, endless court ladies.Shanhu thanked the old man for his kindness, saying that I am an aborigine on this beam and I am not going anywhere.I have a wife and children, how will they live after I leave? The old man said, "Your wife is dead." Shan Hu said: "It's as if she's dead, she stays with me in bed day and night." The old man said: "She can't pass on your family." Shanhu said: "I have a group of sons and daughters." The old man asked, "Where is it?" The mountain tiger pointed to the hare, wild tit, pheasant and crow on the hillside. The old man was moved by Shanhu's loyalty to love, and when he left, he took out a small mahogany box from his pocket and handed it to Shanhu, saying that after forty-five days, he would open it and have a look.It may be able to bring Chrysanthemum back from the dead, or it may be in vain, it all depends on how you store such things.Just don't open it halfway.After speaking, he walked slowly and leisurely.Shanhu held the mahogany box, and in astonishment, the old man walked into the red sunset, step by step, as if he was about to walk into the sunset.Finally, it faded away without a trace. 34 The baby is asleep.The straw is as warm as white smoke, wrapped in the fragrance of wheat heated by the sun.The steaming made his whole body soft and comfortable.He saw Shan Hu tried to open the box left by the old man several times, but he didn't dare to open it.Shanhu took off the cloth pocket protecting the chest from Juzi's body, wrapped the box in a layer, and stuffed it somewhere in the blink of an eye.The child poked his neck to look, but saw a person walking from a few years ago. The people who came were cadres from the county town, carrying canvas satchels and accompanied by party secretary.They called their mother to that corner of the terrace, presuming that others could not hear her.The visitor handed the mother two blank sheets of paper, on which were printed many oily characters and stamped with three red stamps.The mother took it and looked at it, with a faint smile on her face, as calm as the sky above her head, and then returned the writing paper covered with the red stamp to the visitor. "Why didn't you give it to me a few years ago?" The visitor said: "It's not that there are too many monks and too little porridge!" "There are not many monks left?" "There are only a few of you." "Go back, I won't go." "This is the last chance." "I am determined to be a farmer's family." "Think again." "What do you think? I'm in my thirties, so it's not that I have no ideas." "Then let's go." "Let's go, I'll see you off soon." The man left, heading towards another village west of Zhangjiaying.The mother didn't send it off, and before he could turn around, she turned around and came back first.She walks leisurely and lightly.The sky is the scorching sun of September, and the sun is very thick.The beams exude the warmth of the land.There is a group of sheep that have left the pen, hanging like white clouds on the slope in front of her.The autumn wind is yellow in color, making her hair flutter one by one, making her shy and trembling.It seems that she always wants to catch the golden wind passing by her ears.Above her head is the sky as blue as water, and below her feet is the yellow and bright land. Front, back, left, and right are the vast earth beams after autumn, and the villagers are busy sowing seeds in their fields.A wave of yellow surrounds her.Her elegant and light footsteps, in the field she just planted, are like a few strands of hair dancing on her face. Her face is as normal as before, and there is no turbulence, as if a lake is still. water.The hair fluttering on the face is like the meandering edges on the mountain ridge, like the twisting banks of the river.On the other side of the face without hair, it is light red and light yellow, as delicate and peaceful as the land under the feet. Father said, "Who?" "It's from the county," my mother said, "it's nothing." "There must be something." "The Education Bureau asked me to go to a meeting." "What meeting?" "Old-fashioned, rural education reform discussion." "When?" "I won't go, I asked them to find another elementary school." "You should go, talk about the education law in the provincial capital." "Concentrate on writing our "Happy Homeland"." At that time, Yamei had just returned from visiting her relatives in the provincial capital. Yamei only told her family after she married Teacher Zhang.It takes half a month to travel by post for a letter from home.After going back and forth, it has been more than a month since I received a reply.My father's reply was very brief.He said that the uncooked rice was already cooked, and the matter was irreparable, so he didn't need to say anything more as a father.Since I have given up on farming, and I will never return to the city if I have the opportunity, then let's live with others.Things in life can be described as simple and complicated as complicated.I broke through the window and said, where would I not eat, eat, sleep and sleep for the rest of my life?Speaking of which, our family is also a farmer, but your grandfather lives poorer than others, so poor that others can do without begging, but because he can't do without beggars, our family has a household registration of a provincial capital.It's good to live a good life, I just hope that you will come back to visit less in the future, let me see your pity less, and let me hurt my heart less once.That's probably what the letter said.Whether her father was angry at her getting married, or persuading her to spend time in the countryside, Yamei still can't think of a truth. During this period, I went back to Zhengzhou three times.The first two times I went back alone, I met my father and said, next time I come back, I will bring Tianyuan back for you to see.My father said that I have seen the photos already.She said that other people are better than photos, and you only need to hear a few words to know how sincere he is.Where do you let people live when you come back?Father looked at Yamei's face. However, the child is already three years old, and has been married for six years, and the social affairs have undergone countless changes.My younger brother resigned from his job and opened a radio repair shop. Although it is an iron shed of less than six square meters, it can earn six to seven hundred yuan a month, which is how many people's annual wages.No matter what the current situation is, Tian Yuan cannot prevent Tian Yuan from seeing his father-in-law once in his life.It was also when the autumn harvest was approaching last month that both of them asked for ten days off from school and took their husband and children back to Zhengzhou.When the father saw his nephew, he was happy without words.Seeing Tian Yuan, he was also very enthusiastic on the surface.After preparing the food and drinks with his own hands, Tian Yuan bravely drank a few cups.But in the excitement of drinking, my father said: "Doing some business in the country?" "Don't do it." "It's hard to be rich if you don't do business now." "There is enough food to eat, and there is no shortage of pocket money." "Yamei is poor, she just needs to have food and clothing." At that time, my younger brother was also there, and asked about the situation in the countryside. He said, brother-in-law, I can't see that you are honest and handsome on the outside, and you can actually win my sister and hold her heart.The words are spoken casually, but the meaning in the words is also very embarrassing.Tian Yuan smiled, drank another cup, asked some etiquette questions, and went back to the guest house to sleep.Yamei stayed with the baby, originally because she hadn't seen her father for many years, and wanted to talk about the family life that was suffocating in her heart, but her younger brother said: "You really don't plan to return to the city?" "If you have a family, why don't you go back to the city?" "Divorce, divorce is the happiest right now." "As long as Tianyuan doesn't let me leave, I will definitely not leave." "You have become a country fool when you go to the countryside." The younger brother said with a smile, and said that there was a brother-in-law in the country, and if the Japanese came in again, I could go to the country to take refuge, so he left.Father was silent for a long time, until late at night, he stood up from the side of the wine table, saying that Tianyuan people are better than others, and if they are not good, you have a clear conscience when you have a chance to return to the city.After sighing in this dilemma, my father also went to bed.After being so sad for several days, after returning from the provincial capital, my younger brother found a sleeping car and took the family to the station. The last words my father said on the platform were: "If you don't have a chance to go back to the city, let's live with someone else." However, the words Yamei threw on the platform were: "I won't return if I have the chance. I will marry a chicken and follow a chicken. I will marry a dog and follow a dog." 35 The wheat on the platform was finally carried by Tian Yuan and concentrated on the wheat field.Suddenly, the grasshopper buckled in the baby's shoes, there was a joyful clucking and clucking inside.Teacher Zhang threw the last bundle of wheat onto the stack of straw, and threw his own people into it too.To make the stack higher, he threw the sheaf behind the child.There was no light on the back, and the moonlight gradually faded into a faint light.In the hazy darkness, he breathed a sigh of relief to the sky, which seemed to mean that it was finally the end of the busy farming.Yamei put down the legend in her hand and walked over to sit beside him. He asked, "Finished?" "There are still the last few chapters," she said. He said: "After reading it tonight, I will send it to the county seat tomorrow." She said: "Tomorrow there will be a tractor coming from the village to the city." After being quiet for a while, he suddenly felt a sharp itching on his back, as if a wheat awn was walking back and forth on his back.When she went to tickle him on his back, he said that the wheat day was over and the novel was sent away. I will go to the town to take a shower, and I can't even touch you on the bed like this.She found a lot of wheat leaves, husks and grains on his back, rubbed a lot of dirt, threw these things outside, and said, I am your wife, what are you afraid of.Maybe this is a casual remark, or maybe it’s because of the busy farming season and rushing to the legendary story. The publishing house calls it a novel about seeking roots in China.After all, they didn't have that kind of thing, which made her and him suddenly feel thirsty, as if suddenly feeling a kind of hunger.He tried to hold her in his arms, kissed her, and felt that his lips were like a piece of sand hanging on her face like a piece of silk.She said what kind of place is Tianyuan. "Anywhere," he said. "Where is Qiangqiang?" "Fell asleep." "Mother is still on the platform." "Don't talk." Recalling, in the dead of night, they often regret one thing.It was their wedding night, which was somewhat similar to Shanhu and Juzi's wedding night.The wedding was organized in strict accordance with country etiquette.On the one hand, Yamei has the idea of ​​going to the country to do as the Romans do, on the other hand, she is also curious about country weddings, and has the idea of ​​experiencing it, so she let the customs sway for a day.Everything like crossing the threshold, walking around the firecrackers, stepping on the red ground, kowtowing, eating dumplings, making bridal chambers, etc., was done without fail.In Tianyuan's family, whether they are distant relatives or close relatives, everyone with the surname Zhang is proud of him for marrying a woman from the provincial capital.It was quite like a few years later, a young man in the provincial capital finally married an American lady, which made the entire Chinese nation feel proud.All people surnamed Zhang from all over the world came to congratulate and congratulate.At a wedding banquet, Zhangjiayingzi was almost overwhelmed by the meal. After the guests passed by, even the runners said that they were so exhausted that they couldn't sleep for three days and three nights.As for Teacher Zhang and Yamei, they were also exhausted by etiquette and entertainment. After the guests left, they fell asleep on the bed without even kissing each other.Until the next day when the sun was shining on my face, I opened my eyes and recalled the so-called bridal chamber candles on the wedding night. It was really absurd and tasteless. How many years have passed, and they all feel sorry for that night of desertion. There are slowly floating clouds in the sky, and the setting moon is hidden in from time to time, and most of the mountain ridges are in the color of ink after water release.Many people who worked overtime to harvest also went back to rest.Except for the slight sound of clouds drifting on the mountain ridges, like the sound of cooking smoke rising in the air, and the sound of the beams and ravines, everything else is silent, as if everything is far away from the hometown.But on the wheat field in Taizidi, there are still some pictures of the world.Taking advantage of the moonlight, the old man simply picked up the leaking ears of the wheat field, and was staggering towards the wheat field.I don't know where I got the yellow light in the middle of the night, stretched out sleepily under the light of the wheat field, and came over to lick the baby's bare feet exposed outside with my tongue.The child snorted, said something incomprehensible in sleep, and shrank his legs, so that his feet got under the straw. It was already the middle of the night, and the weather was cold and cold.In the first half of the night, the smell of scorched wheat that soared up was turned into a purple-yellow color by the dew, and melted in the fields.The grasshopper's cries of joy in the shoe holes are still loud and clucking, very crisp like a spring water squeezed from a crack in the stone.It seems that the whole world has only its singing.On the other side of the straw stack, sometimes it is quiet, and sometimes there is a sound like a flash flood.When it is quiet, the sound of panting is thick and heavy, like the last stroke of a person in regular ink calligraphy, it is too vigorous to be said.However, the sound of rushing will be heard, no matter how powerful you are panting, you will be drowned by the storm.Fortunately, these voices are temporary and intermittent, and more often they are the whispers of husband and wife. "Yamei, I always feel that this day is vain." "What's wrong?" "Not in the city, not in the country." "What's wrong with me?" ""Happy Homeland" is finished, and I suddenly feel that the days are erratic." "Me too." She seemed to be extremely surprised by the same discovery, and suddenly pushed him off her body, sat up and said, "Tian Yuan, I'm thinking about it the same way. I think "Happy Homeland" is finished." , A book is about to be published, it’s better to feel that the day is at ease when I write it.” After she said this, she suddenly remembered that she was doing that kind of thing with her husband, and saw Tian Yuan being pushed aside by her, black as a A lump of sticky mud, only where I was naked, white and bright as a piece of moonlight.She said that you really should take a good bath, Tianyuan, and then lay down again in the nest of straw stacks, waiting for her husband to climb onto her body. 36 The child was very surprised. He always thought of the box the old man gave to the mountain tiger, and he always wanted to climb to the thatched cottage on the mountain ridge thousands of years ago to see it, but he never had a chance.However, that night, I obviously slept in the straw stack on the threshing field, listening to my mother reading the legend, but listening to it, from the back of the straw stack, I heard the voice of my mother talking to my father again.Then, there was a strong wind over there, blowing the straw in the air.Stored in the heat of the sun, it spreads out from the wheat stack, engulfing the dew-captured wheat fragrance, like the flood after the rain in ninety-nine and eighty-one days. the door.The baby was blown up by the strong wind, and fluttered to the window sill of Shan Hu's thatched cottage. The child finally sees the mysterious secret in the impenetrable thatched hut. It turned out that Shan Hu really slept in the same bed with his dead wife every night.When he took off his clothes and went to bed, he lifted the quilt covering the chrysanthemums, and the child was so startled on the window sill that he almost cried out. It took only three years for chrysanthemums to look like that.The flesh on her body was dry and withered, like leaves buried in the ground for a winter, grayish white, grayish black.The pores on the skin are no longer visible, covering her body with an extremely thick layer of white hair, much like the fluff on a bad sweet potato, I suspect that if anyone touches the hair, the hair will fall down and flow out A stream of black water came.Half of the flesh on her neck and shoulders had been removed; the side against the wall was intact except for the rotting hairs;That night, Shan Hu didn't fall asleep immediately, he lay on his back to look at the things on the house.After watching for a while, it seemed that he suddenly remembered something.Then he slowly sat up from the bed, took out a bottle from somewhere beside the bed, poured a bunch of peas from the bottle onto the table, and counted them one by one.After counting for a long time, it seemed that he had made a mistake. He counted again from the beginning one by one. When he finished counting for the third time, he suddenly turned around and said to Chrysanthemum in shock and deceit: "Oh, Chrysanthemum, we've been married for three years. Today is the forty-fifth day since the old man left!" There was only a white musty smell flowing peacefully in the room.However, after Shanhu finished speaking, he got busy.He was so busy that he covered Juzi with a quilt first, then put two lamps in front of and behind Juzi, and then randomly put away the peas on the table.The child saw some peas rolled under the table, and the dust was thrown on the bed.Shanhu didn't pick up the peas he used for timing. He pushed the pea bottle onto the bed, looked around, took a long breath, and then unbuttoned his jacket and groped around his chest for a while. , Take out something. It was the mahogany box left by the old man. It turned out that for five or nine forty-five days and nights, he held the box to his chest. He put the box on the bed.The warmth of his body and the smell of working sweat wafted through the room lightly, like a gust of wind blowing in a sweltering summer.The child felt on the window sill that the hot and rotten atmosphere in the room was suddenly blown away by the lightness.The carrion on Chrysanthemum's face outside the quilt also seemed to have a thin layer of rosy.Shanhu moved the oil lamp on the table to the side of the table, and opened the mahogany box.At that time, the stuffy room was dead silent.There are only spiders in the corner crawling around on the web.蜘蛛的脚步声像从极远的地方传过来，飘飘然然，恍恍惚惚，极像羽毛的飘拂。孩娃儿在窗台上憋住呼吸，脖子胀得又粗又红。山虎更是一动不动的模样儿。他被看到的东西惊呆了。他背对孩娃儿。孩娃儿看不见那样东西，只看见山虎的脖子在忽然之间，便成了尸腐色，苍苍白白，灰灰亮亮，如同菊子身上的死腐肉。 委实是静得无以说法了。 过了许久。许久的时间在孩娃儿憋住呼吸的喉咙里，成了一团堵塞的干棉花，直至山虎脖子有了润红的血色，那团干棉花还塞在孩娃儿喉咙里。 原来，那包着的东西，是半截女人的手指头。也正是六年前菊子砍掉的自己的手指头。那手指头是一种云白色，指甲又窄又长，在灯光中发出晕黄的光。手指的截断处，还朝外慢慢渗着血，不一会儿床上就有了汪殷殷一片红。血腥的气息，开始在屋里流动，如同沙地上忽然流动了一股细细的河。山虎看着那殷红怔够了，才从呆慢中灵醒一下神，慢慢爬到床上去，慢慢掀开半边被，慢慢端起菊子那木头似的腐胳膊，把她的左手放在自己身子上，把她左手上的四个指头拨到一边去，让那断了食指露出来。 山虎把那正流血的指头对在了菊子的断手上，解掉菊子身上的护胸兜儿，用那兜儿的一角将那断指包上了。血把那兜儿染成了彤红色，白兜儿上仿佛挂着一块霞。山虎看了那一阵血红色，躺在菊子的身边睡下了。 三个时辰之后，菊子活转了。她这一生给山虎生了六六三十六对孩娃儿。终于使这方山梁人世，有了村村落落。 37 从台子地那边走来的脚步声越来越响。 娅梅和张老师从麦秆堆里坐起了身，看见黄黄正在面前看着他们俩。张老师伸手抚摸了几下黄黄的头，黄黄便卧在了他身边。月亮落了，似乎天近黎明，又似乎刚进五更时分。远处的土地，皆是一片暗黑，只台子地上，有层薄光。潮气很浓，宛若刚刚下过一场小雨。娅梅说，菊子活转以后怎么样？天元拿一根麦棵放在嘴里嚼，又把一口怪味的口水咽肚里，说你刚看到了这？她说还有最后几章没看完。他说菊子活了，三个月之后，又长得水水嫩嫩，终日在家操持家务，山虎下地劳作，小日子过得有糖有蜜。她一年为山虎生一对男女娃儿，整整生至五十岁，共生了六六三十六对男女，从此这方山梁人世，开始有了村落人烟，有了这凡尘世界。 “后来黄狼怎么报复呢？” “你往后看吧。我该打麦了。” 娅梅从麦秆上坐起，扑打扑打衣服，整整头发，深深吸了一口水淋淋的夜气，又回去坐回原处，通读着《欢乐家园》。张老师从麦垛另一边走到灯光下面，唤一声朝这儿走来的母亲，又晃醒了仍旧趴在山虎家窗台上的孩娃儿。他说强强，你的蝈蝈跑了！孩娃儿便猛地从麦垛中站将起来，然后他又说，蝈蝈还在鞋里，和你奶奶回家睡吧。孩娃儿揉着睡眼，望着山梁上的黑处，似乎在寻找山虎同菊子居住的那几间草庵。奶奶走过来，把捡到的一捆麦穗丢在麦垛上，说娅梅，你看的就是天书，也没有打麦关紧呵。娅梅说你回去吧娘，我和天元一块打，天亮打完就是了。 老人扯着孩娃儿回去了。 他们走下台子地，踩着潮湿的星光，到村口时候，从麦场上传来了隆隆的机器声。那声音又响亮，又干燥，一下将夜静吵醒了。似乎，远处近处的山梁和村落里，都是打麦机的轰鸣，似乎那声音是从山梁深处翻腾出来的，孩娃儿感到脚下的土地都在瑟瑟地抖。 孩娃儿站着不走了。 老人说：“回家睡，哪能睡在这村口上。” “我要去看打麦。”孩娃儿突然转过身，挣着身子叫：“我要看那打麦机！”孩娃儿挣着叫着逃脱了，碎步朝着打麦场上跑。他的脚步声似敲在轰轰隆隆上的小锤儿，反而似那杂乱的声响有了节奏感。老人在他身后唤，火车你都坐过了，还看啥儿打麦机——打麦机能比火车还大嘛—— 孩娃儿站到了麦场上的黑影中。他看到那一条牛似的打麦机浑身抖动，仿佛要挣离开埋它半身的地面飞起来。父亲跪在打麦机的进麦口，把母亲递给他的一搂一抱的小麦塞进去。他们一边打麦还在一边说着啥，似乎是说秋天的庄稼到底种些啥，是单种玉米，还是玉米、黄豆、芝麻每样儿都种些。他们说话力气很大，声音都被机器吞没了。通过母亲一伸一伸的胳膊弯，孩娃儿看见那装着《欢乐家园》的挎包挂在灯杆上；还看见从那杆腰上拉过三条线。正是那老鼠尾巴样的细黑线，才使这牛样的机器轰轰隆隆响起来。他极其惊奇这电线无边的魔力，不仅能使机器和整个山梁一块儿抖动，能使小麦的郁香浓烈的雨样，转眼之间洒遍田地沟壑。且那细线，还能一闪一闪地发出炽白的火光，直刺得他眼睛不得不一眨一眨。为了看清那细线的神奇和它发出的火光的明灭，孩娃儿把身子朝边上挪了挪。他终于看清那火光不是一片一片，而是圆圆的一团一团，于是更加惊疑，那细绳似的电线，本是一层胶皮包了一根铁丝，无口无洞，如何就能吐出闪电样的火团儿。 后来，那火团儿燃着了母亲身下的一垛小麦，火光照亮了半个天空，孩娃儿才想起爬到麦垛上，拉着母亲的胳膊说，着火了，妈妈着火了…… 38 这场大火，烧掉了一家人一年的劳作，也烧掉了挂在那儿的《欢乐家园》，将孩娃儿的记忆，照得明明亮亮，如阳光下山坡上白灰灰的夏天。最终留在麦场上和孩娃儿脑海里的，是一片人世的灰烬。