Chapter 8 The third part is walking towards heaven.3

Time flies, time flies.In a blink of an eye, it was Maijia again.The day before the holiday, she suddenly wanted to make a comeback.Speaking of going back to the city to get some cloth that the rural people like to wear, as long as it is cheap, as long as it is rustic, and as long as it is as strong as iron sheet, it may be sold quickly, and the rural people can make whatever style.At this time, there was sorrow on her face, and it was often the scenery of winter and autumn. Naturally, Teacher Zhang couldn't stop her, so she borrowed a thousand yuan and let her go.Before she left, she wanted to take the child with her, on the one hand to let the child see the world, on the other hand, the child's grandfather also missed his nephew very much.Teacher Zhang was in a kind of unnecessary worry. She always had a premonition that she would leave with the child, and maybe she would never come back, or she would not come back for a long time. She didn't let her take the child with her. I harvest one wheat.Unexpectedly, it was this time that he left and never saw the child again.After burying the child, Teacher Zhang ran eighty miles to the county seat and sent her a telegram.Hurrying back from the provincial capital, what I saw when I arrived at Zhangjiaying was a pile of loess where the child was buried.Lying on the pile of loess, Mei cried from noon to dusk, and from dusk to midnight, mourning and dying.Teacher Zhang knelt in front of her son's grave and listened to her cry.Rather than kneeling in front of his son's grave, it would be better to say kneeling in front of Mei; rather than praying to his son, it would be better to say he is apologizing to his wife.This is quite appropriate.

The night was extremely dark, and there was a strange silence on the ridge.The sound of gurgling running water ding-dong in the darkness of night.The crickets in the field are screaming, and they are crisp and alive.Teacher Zhang told Mei about the child's falling into the water, about how he shouted while holding the child, about the shaking of the village doctor carrying the child on his back, and about the two boys running around with the child's legs in their hands.After finishing speaking, she thought she would grab his body and cry.Let him return her child, a ten-year-old child.But she didn't do that, she just stared at the dark countryside, called Teacher Zhang's name and said, "I'm sorry for you, I want to go back to the city."

Teacher Zhang was silent for a while, and felt that it was finally time for her to say this. He said: "You can go if you want. The city is better than the country after all, but the country has missed you for most of your life; I have missed you." Most of my life; just don't hate me and this country." 56 Looking away from the snow on the mountain ridge, the snow is long and clean.The sun's rays are getting stronger and dancing on the snow.There is a car humming on the opposite mountain ridge.Crawling and crawling, the car body slipped, like a stone falling into a ditch.While in the air, the car rolled over several times and landed at the bottom of the ditch. The wheels of the car were still rolling in the air.The old village head looked at the overturned car and said, "Look, the car fell into a ditch."

Teacher Zhang set his eyes on the spinning wheel. Said: "I saw it, it must be the car of a corpse." The old branch secretary said, Teacher Zhang, I told the village chief that I beheaded someone.I'm old, and I don't have a few years to live.I was the party secretary all my life in Zhangjiaying, leading the villagers to carry out land reforms, make fields, and make steel. I was the first to smash the cooking pot.At that time, people were so hungry that they were swollen, swollen transparent and shiny, and the intestines could be seen through the belly. My mother was lying on the bed, her body was swollen to the point of dripping, and she didn’t hit her teeth for eleven days. , secretly sent a nest, and I sent the nest back to the cafeteria without hesitation.Right now, no matter what the world is like, anyone who has a wedding or funeral, or builds a house, has to invite the village cadres to eat, and the table is full of fat.When I look at this world, it's like looking at a big pond after the water has dried up. Even the fish and shrimp are all fine.His face was full of anger, and he stomped the snow under his feet. The old branch secretary said that he really didn't expect that the sun and the moon were hanging in two wheels, and the sky and the earth were one universe, and it would be turned upside down.Even the children in my family turned against me, and argued to go to the brick factory of the village chief's house to work as helpers...

I went to tell the village chief that I beheaded Xiaoli Village.Out of sight, out of mind, dead in heart.When I die, the sun sets in the sky and the water flows on the ground.It's all irrelevant to me.Let the cadres of his village committee take a look when I die. For the rest of my life, whoever is upright and high-spirited will take the place of the villagers even in death. twenty five. There are loud sounds in the village, clanging and crashing in the snow.Teacher Zhang looked at the face of the old party secretary, and he saw that the loss was thick and cloudy.Think about it, when the old branch book shelf was full of prestige, he shouted at the head of the village, and all the villagers rushed out of their homes.When it was said that Xiliang was going to build terraced fields in Dazhai, people crowded to go; when it was said that there would be a criticism meeting today, people raised their arms and shouted, "Long live Chairman Mao, long live, long live."But the land is divided as soon as it is divided.It was like a harmonious family. Overnight, the trees fell and the monkeys scattered, and all went west and east, leaving only a clean white land.Even his own children are getting distracted.Although the heart is hard and stone, it is better not to be sad.In his life, the old branch secretary has worked hard for the country and the people.It's just that this last move, for the sake of fame and righteousness, is obvious from this, and I feel that it is unnecessary.In the whole life, the tide rises and falls, this moment, that moment; thirty years in the east of the river, how can you know that in another thirty years it will not be the west of the river.Teacher Zhang said:

"You have a legacy at home, so you can't get angry." The old secretary said: "Don't be angry, I don't want to live long ago." Teacher Zhang said: "You are different from me, I have nothing to worry about." The old secretary said: "You're still young. I see through the mess of this world." Teacher Zhang said: "The Zhangjiaying cannot do without you, Uncle Lin." The old secretary said: "The village head of Zhangjiaying has covered the sky with one hand." The water will not flow forever, and the moon will not always be round. Teacher Zhang said that there is no tree that will not fall, and there is no mat that will not leave. Talking about it, the village head has been working for four or five years, and the sun should set.He said that you miss Uncle Da Lin: if you beat someone in Xiaoli Village to death, your life is at stake.He is not the head of the village, who else in the village takes on this responsibility?Apart from you, no one else can take the burden of Zhangjiaying.When Teacher Zhang said this, his face was full of sincerity.He looked at the face of the old secretary, as if he was looking up at a cloud, and he was reading a book with his head down.Looking at it, the cloud became much thinner, and the book also understood the meaning of the text.The old party secretary's face had a light red color, showing the afterglow like the setting sun.He said he was afraid that the village head would buy people from the county with wine and meat.Teacher Zhang said that only by living can we see the truth.At this time, someone found the overturned car at the bottom of the opposite ditch, and bloody cries for help rang out, and a crowd rushed towards the bottom of the ditch.When Teacher Zhang looked at the bottom of the ditch, he passed a ridge of Zhangjiaying's house and saw that the village alley was as straight as a ruler, and the gap in the center of the ruler was the gate of his house.The stone at the gate was originally used to sit on during meals, but now there are yellow stones sitting there, just like the stone lions at the gate of a rich family in the old days.With a flash in his heart, Teacher Zhang said a few words to the old party secretary again, looking at his son's snow grave, it was brighter and more dazzling in the sunlight, and the light shot over with a sound.He thought it was time to go home and cook for Huang.

He started walking back.Huang looked around on the door stone.It dragged its hind legs and was able to crawl out of the house. Maybe there were two lines of blood in the courtyard, maybe the snow on the stone was already stained scarlet.When he was leaving, he still saw the overturned wheels, still turning the sun at the bottom of the ditch. 57 Huang was not at the door.On the stone at the door, there is a snow nest where it sat.In the old days, when the master was not at home, Huang would just sit there, staring at the village road in the alley. Whether it was Teacher Zhang, Mei, mother or Qiang, when he came out of the alley, he would pounce on him and tear his trousers.After waiting hard, it walked down from the rock and wandered around the village to look for them.Maybe it went looking for it again.There are traces of Huang half crawling and half walking in the courtyard.The village street to the west also has the same traces.Going west, it is leading to the grave of his son. After the disaster strikes, Huang will probably find him there. Unfortunately, Mr. Zhang came back east from the beam road today, in order to accompany the old party secretary for a few more steps.At this time, it was Mr. Zhang’s most destitute period. Think about it, standing at the door of his house, looking at the happy and warm house in the past, for some reason, his family was ruined in an instant, his wife and children were separated, and the pain caused him to lose his own nature. I don't care about life, give up on myself, want to leave the world, but hesitate. The pain in my heart is like the whipping of thorns, and I often cry on my pillow at night in grief.Naturally, I wanted to take a few more steps with the old party secretary.Of course he would not know that it was these extra steps that caused new disasters.At this time, the tears are gone, and what is left in my heart is empty, with nothing to fall.Because of the emptiness and lack of possessions, the passion for death aroused, and when he faced the familiar home, he had some nostalgia for no reason, which made him feel even more sad.I really don't know what to do.Did Huang go to Qiang Qiang's grave to look for you?What should I do if I die?The elder brother of the village chief couldn't live without dog meat.The dog in front of the village had been lost for half a month, and its skin was hanging in the backyard of the doctor's house.Huang probably went to his son's grave.When Mei left, she was resolute, without tears or complaints, and when she was caught up by Huang at the village head, tears flowed down her cheeks.Maybe if my son was not allowed to fetch water that day, there would not be so many accidents; maybe Mei would not be so swayed by the current situation, so ambitious to do a few business affairs, and build an exclusive business route from the provincial capital to Zhangjiaying, and not be so hasty. As soon as he was on vacation, he went back to the city to revive his strength, hoping to make a comeback and make a fortune, so there was no possibility of his son going to the ditch to carry water.She wanted to get rid of her old environment and destiny, and finally gave birth to the disillusioned today.Teacher Zhang walked west along the village street, with yellow footprints under his feet, and the sun shone on his half-stupid face, like a yellow board.I don't know where I made a mistake, but I don't know that this mistake has become an eternal grievance!It has become an embarrassing situation where you can't die or live today.

Maybe he shouldn't have married a city guy in the first place.The rural society and the city are two completely different landscapes.Marriage is marriage, but as we get older, the deeper we are in the world, the more we experience. At the same time, we finally understand that the communication between peasants and urban people depends entirely on the understanding and tolerance of peasants to urbanites. It is impossible for urbanites to understand peasants fundamentally.All they have is various complaints.But with this fate, Mr. Zhang seems to have finally understood what the so-called life is.As he walked on the road, he was still thinking, no wonder so many people believe in religion and superstition, probably in order to find a random sustenance for themselves, to add some meaning to their life situation.Even the daughter-in-law of the village head, didn't she run thirty miles to burn incense in an old temple every day?I heard that a deputy county magistrate once knelt in front of the statue for three hours in order to treat his mother.

A man in front was sweeping snow at the door, and when he got to the front, Teacher Zhang saw that it was an iron lock that was about to die.Now that he was about to die, the county public security personnel arrived immediately, and he was still calmly sweeping it, which showed that he also took death very lightly.A few days ago when the village enemies were fighting, Tiesuo really raised his shovel and called out to kill in the crowd, maybe he really beheaded the head of Xiaoli Village.The daughter-in-law ran away with someone, and after going there for three years, she didn't look back, and her life was a complete failure.Therefore, he has a violent temper, and hitting a child can break the child's arm. When encountering such a fight, it is also a chance to vent.It's really him, of course I won't argue with him, Teacher Zhang thought, if it's not him, of course I can't give up this god-given opportunity.Think about it from your own heart, whoever has a better life than you, after all, you still have a group of children, and if you have children, you have hope of living.Children are the sun at the end of life.The sun fell to the west mountain and never came back. Life should be over even at the end.

"You sweep the snow." Teacher Zhang said. Tiesuo raised his head to answer, and said you should look for Huang, I saw it heading west.Teacher Zhang sighed and brushed past the iron lock, but the iron lock stopped again, leaned on the broom, and said, Teacher Zhang, I went to the village head’s house twice, and you told the village head that you cut down Xiaoli’s village. head? Teacher Zhang turned around. "Yes." "you can not do that." "What's the matter?" "I beheaded Xiaoli Village." Teacher Zhang looked seriously at Tie Suo's plain face.

"It was you who beheaded Xiaoli Village?" "Aren't you supposed to argue with me?" "So it wasn't you who beheaded Xiaoli Village." "Look at the life of my family, how can I live?" "I can't pass you and I shouldn't leave the children behind." "I died for their own good." Teacher Zhang took a look into his courtyard, and through the gate, he could see his three-year-old child playing with the snow on the road he swept by in the courtyard, his little hands were red and translucent, like two autumn persimmons facing the sun. "No matter how good it is, it's not as good as they have parents." Iron Lock hit the ground with a broom. "The baby's mother died eight hundred years ago." "If the mother dies, the father will die too. Doesn't that make the child die too?" Glancing at the children in the courtyard, he coughed, and swept the broom on the snow again. Iron Lock muttered, "If I die, I'll be dead. If I don't die, I'll grow up a day earlier, so I can go there with confidence."When sighing in this way, Tiesuo's face still looked like a wooden board. From this, Teacher Zhang knew that Tiesuo didn't kill people, and Tiesuo hadn't finally made up his mind to die.He was trying to find some good words to put an end to his dead thoughts, but Tie Suo suddenly said, Mr. Zhang, I made a mistake in one sentence, so please don't take it for granted, you are a scholar with a big heart.Mr. Zhang said you can tell, he said I know it is better for you to die, and the village head also said that you take care of this, you care less in this world.I think I will give this opportunity to you. After your death, your mother will be raised by the whole village. Can you give me your house and land.I have three boys, and when I grow up, I will marry a three-bedroom daughter-in-law.After I die, these are all the affairs of the village committee. If you let me live, how can I marry the three-bedroom daughter-in-law for the children; even if I marry back, where will I let them live? Unexpectedly, he would ask him for a house. Teacher Zhang was silent in the snow, thinking that the house would be useless if he really died.But just as he was about to respond, he suddenly heard Huang's heart-piercing scream in front of the alley.The screams came, like a spurt of fresh blood, boiling red and boiling from the west end of the alley to the east. 58 When Huang's cry called Teacher Zhang away, Niang almost left this world. At that time.His son Qiang just died in the wheat sky in June.The red sun is scorching on the mountain ridge.The news of Qiang's drowning was like a tornado with hail, black and black coming down from the beams, sweeping inside and outside Zhangjiaying.Mother was turning over the wheat brought back to dry in the wheat field, and the mulberry branch was slowly rising and falling like a beam that could not be lifted in her old man's hands.She is already sixty-eight years old. Sixty-eight years of wind and rain have made her a widow for forty years, and she has finally survived a peaceful and comfortable old age.Because Mei is a city person, the upbringing of a city person is always a style in the country, and some aspects are more than enough, such as always wanting people to know that the family is not happy;So is May.Teacher Zhang has taught all his life, and is a natural intellectual in rural society. In many ways, he is trying to move closer to civilization.At this time, Mei had already shed many tears for her own life in front of Teacher Zhang.There are many secret rifts between each other, but the old man knows nothing about it.This is also a kind of happiness without knowing it, until he falls on the ground, unconscious. A thick layer of wheat was spread on the wheat field, with the sound of cracking scorched husks, and the fallen wheat grains fell on the field from between the old man's forked teeth.When the fields are divided, the wheat fields are naturally also dispersed.Some companies share a site, while others find a flat area by themselves and grind out a site.These wheat farms are scattered and fragmented, with the hopes and joyful voices of various wheat fields spreading out.The wheat field of Mr. Zhang's house is in the old place of Taizidi, which is a field with more than ten mats.When the old man overturned the wheat three times, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps in the village, and busy and idle people rushed to the beam.Glancing at the chaotic footsteps, he was puzzled for a while, and then the old man lowered his head and turned to dry the wheat again.Huang sat under the tree beside the field, with a transparent red tongue hanging from his mouth, sitting quietly, looking up and down the old man uneasily.At this moment, a young boy came from the entrance of the village, holding a sickle in his hand, and went to harvest wheat under the cliff.When he saw the old man, he groaned and said, Grandma, you are still harvesting wheat here, hurry up, your house is in ruins, and you are still harvesting wheat here! The old man was startled. "What happened?" The boy hurried on. "Your grandson fell into the water and drowned!" The mulberry branch in the old man's hand was choked in the air, and he was dazed for a while. "What did you say?" The young man walked away and turned back again. "Your family is drowned, now on the beam, go quickly." The old man's gaze was fixed on the young man's back, and he would not return for a while.When she finally understood and remembered the sound of footsteps bombing in the village just now, she hurriedly dropped the mulberry branch in her hand.When going to the village, he failed to get out of the wheat field, so he fell on the sidelines. Huang jumped over the moment the old man fell, as if he was sitting under the tree uneasy, just waiting for the old man's fall, and then jumped over. In the end, the old man didn't fall on the hard ground, but his shoulder was crushed. The yellow pad that came over fell on the wheat.Perhaps without Huang's cushion under her body, the old man would have left this world at last.She fell to the ground, her hands and feet twitched, foaming from the corners of her mouth.Huang spun around her twice quickly, pulling her clothes with his mouth, but there was no other movement. He stood silently for a while, and suddenly screamed and ran towards the mountain ridge.At that time, Huang's wild screams were the same as today's screams, and the red freshness gushed out like blood and sprinkled the village wetly.When I met a neighbor, it pulled his clothes and dragged it towards the wheat field. The neighbor didn't know, so he kicked it, and it screamed and ran towards the beam again. The old man was dragged back from the edge of death after being pinched by the village doctor who was not strong enough to save the body.People come back to life, but finally become unconscious day by day.Five days later, Mei rushed back from the city and told Teacher Zhang, send your mother to the health center in the town.During her hospitalization in the Township Health Center, Mei was strangely calm and caring for the old man, until the old man could say a few trills, walk with his hands on the wall, and slowly see some ordinary people's deeds. Mei, as always, served the old man like a daughter-in-law. , never made the old man see the difference between her and Mr. Zhang. However, that day finally came. The old man was lying on the half-dirty bed, and lazy doctors and nurses were walking around in the ward.Teacher Zhang went back to the village to borrow money to pay for the medicine in the hospital.Mei sat alone beside the old man, and when the footsteps of the doctors and nurses finally disappeared, she told the old man that she wanted to go home, to stay there for a longer period of time, or to come back at the end of the year for the Spring Festival, or after the Spring Festival to celebrate the tenth day of the first lunar month. Fives.The old man said it was such a long time, and Mei said that my father is not in good health, and I should go back to serve him for a while. Mother is out of hospital. May is gone. One day, the old man sat alone on the stone at the door, looking at the village quietly.The village also looked at the old man clearly.Huang guards her loneliness by the old man's side like a child.The black cloud of rain rolls rumblingly over the village.The team of ants moving to hide from the rain clearly rang in the eyes of the old man.Listening to the footsteps of ants, what she saw was the figures of grandchildren all over the world.At this time, a woman came from the alley, holding a sewing basket in her hand, and said to her, auntie, don't think about your grandson, let Teacher Zhang ask for another wife and give birth to two children.The women in our country are better than the women in the city.The old man said, how can you say that? My Mei is only in her thirties, and she can still give birth.The woman was startled, with a look of surprise on her face, and said, "Auntie, you don't know, Mei and Teacher Zhang are divorced. After all, she still looks down on our country and people from the country. The old man froze for a moment, and wanted to ask something, but he didn't ask anything.After the woman left, she went back to lie on the bed and slept, and she looked like she never got up today. 59 Today, I heard yellow bloody screams gushing over again like a fountain. Teacher Zhang shuddered, threw away the iron locks that were discussing who would die and who lived, and ran to the west of the alley, and saw Huang Zaixue. It ran home on half of its hind legs.It left behind patches of blood that had melted into white snow and turned cold, bright red like water splashed from a dyeing room.At the westernmost entrance of the alley, at the corner towards Qiang's cemetery, the elder brother of the village chief suddenly stopped.This indispensable doctor in the countryside held a three-toothed dung fork in his hand. When he was chasing Huang, he saw Teacher Zhang and stood at the entrance of the alley, showing a majestic and charitable appearance.He said that I think Huang is also suffering from foreign crimes in this world, so it would be better for him to die earlier and suffer less.He spoke in a loud voice, his words bouncing on the snow, smashing out many dimples in the night of white snow.At this time of the sun, lanterns hang high above the village head, bright and soft, as if water can drip from the sun.Sunlight from Sangangri Waterfall flows through the snow in the village alley.Seeing Huang's miserable appearance, Teacher Zhang stood up suddenly, forgetting to pounce on him, and hugged Huang up.He stood upright in the middle of the snowy alley, looking at the brother of the village chief not far away who was also upright, but what he thought was that Huang Zhen should die, and he would really suffer if he lived again.Huang crawled around, came to Teacher Zhang, put his front paws on Teacher Zhang's feet, and lay down motionless, humming the pain in his mouth, trembling violently and dripping with blood.The doctor hid in the corner of the wall, and when Huang walked out of the alley, he inserted the manure fork head-on without any mistakes. One tine entered Huang's left eye, and the other entered Huang's forehead.Huang's left eye is like a trampled grape, except for the dirty grape skin-like eyelid, the rest is blood that is constantly oozing.The holes and blood on the forehead are like water gushing out when you suddenly poke your finger on the leather sand.This dung fork is a little lighter, Teacher Zhang thought, it would be better to stab it to death.The smile on the village chief's brother's face was flat and tasteless, and the dung fork leaning on the snow was like a walking stick.Needless to say I really deserved to die.The sun moves neither fast nor slow, and when the sun moves to the head of the village and snow drips from every house, the county police should enter the village.What do I need that house for?The mother is supported by the villagers. If she enters a happy home for the lonely and widowed elderly in the city, she will be able to eat and live.Alright Iron Lock, it's all for you.The feet are cold and cold.Huang still had snow on his paws.Really, it's good for you to die all at once, because you have to suffer a lot while living.Don't hesitate any longer, it was indeed you who beheaded Xiao Li Village.There was something hot and sticky in the shoe, and it was yellow blood that had flowed into it.It smells so fishy, ​​I'm afraid there will be yellow blood all over the world.Look, the two blood holes on the yellow head are big and round, as if they are the two eye holes on the mountain.It's still cold, it's the twelfth lunar month after all.After all, it is a snowy day in the twelfth lunar month.The face of the village chief's brother was rosy and shiny under the sun.Don't talk about Tiesuo anymore, you can do whatever you want, as long as you don't go to the county police to say that you beheaded Xiaoli Village.Well, it's all right now.Huang, you are really suffering for being alive.I buried you, go to be with the strong company.I will never let the doctor eat you, don't worry.Thank you too doctor, I was hesitating for a while whether to surrender to the county police, but you beat Huang like this.Don't hesitate any longer.It would be better for you to kill the yellow cross at once.Oh, why is Huang not moving?died?It's good to be dead.There was not as much blood as before.It doesn't seem to flow at all.It's good to die, don't hesitate anymore.Unexpectedly, it turns out that your little hesitation about death turned out to be nostalgia for Huang; it turned out that you were worried about Huang.This is just great.There is no need to hesitate.Oh, Huang.Huang, you can go too.Everyone go.let's go.How could it not be like this, let's go.Brother of the village chief, thank you.It turned out that I was reluctant to give up on Huang, thank you.You go, don't feel sorry for my teacher Zhang.Don't say that about Teacher Zhang.If you don't do this, I won't be able to give up in the end.you go.Gone, he's gone.Let's go too.Lai Huang, let me pick you up.Oh, you are dead and motionless.Maybe not dead.Why is the blood still flowing slowly.Among humans and animals, dogs are the hardiest.You see, how bright the sun is in the snow, and the blood in the snow is even brighter.Daylight flows like water.The iron lock is still sweeping snow at the door.I promise Iron Lock, I will give you everything.The shoes were gurgling and gurgling, filled with the blood of the yellow head.The smell of stepping on it permeated the entire village.He stopped sweeping snow.He looked up. "Who hit it?" "The elder brother of the village chief." "This person, I think it is him." "Huang is suffering when he is alive. It is better to die." "That's true." "The house and house subway lock you mentioned." "What's the matter?" "I'll give it to you, as long as you don't go to the county police." "Mr. Zhang... think again." "I made up my mind." "No, I'll surrender myself." "I'll go. I'll give you the house and the homestead." "Teacher Zhang……" "Stop talking, I have nothing to worry about when Huang dies." Who is coming from behind, the footsteps are so loud.Oh, I turned away again and turned into another alley.Huang, you don't weigh much, and you look so thin.The iron lock is no longer clearing snow, and no sound can be heard. He may have gone back.I will bury you well, using the crate next to the bed, and bury you at Qiang's feet.Don't move, don't tremble.Am I shivering or yellow shivering?Maybe you still have breath.Among humans and animals, dogs are the hardiest.A dog has seven lives, and it is said that a dog will not die completely until it dies seven times.Don't miss this world, go to Jiuquan.Don't move, I'm sweating holding you.Why is the village so quiet today, except for the snow-sweeping iron locks, there is no one in sight.Is it time for breakfast?Let me cook a meal for my mother one last time, and then I will bury you.After burying you, I will say that I beheaded the head of Xiaoli Village.Well, home.We are home yellow.It's a pity you can't eat anything before you die... 60 Later doing things is another process of daily habits.You Shen said nothing, put Huang on the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover it.Now that he has decided to say that he beheaded the people in Xiaoli Village, he will not care whether the bed is dirty or not, Yi Ren Huang's blood freely spreads on the bed.Lighting a fire, cooking, and feeding soup to mother in the upper room are all repetitions of the past.After finishing these things, the sun had already spread out on the window, and a fresh moon danced in the room.Teacher Zhang sat across from his mother, and the stool under him made strange noises until he remained motionless as if he had died.The mother is alive, but it is as if she is dead. She sleeps on the bed all day, her body is like a branched dry wood; the sallow skin is swollen, like crumpled yellow cloth, which has neither elasticity nor a place to show.The smell in the house is unbearable, and it will not be so strong in the stables and cowsheds.On the day Mei left, she also sat upright like this, watching the sleeping old man, and tears finally appeared in the corners of her eyes. Like a real countryman, she knelt in front of the bed and kowtowed silently, letting the two drops Tears fell on the bed.I turned around resolutely and told Mr. Zhang that I should go?Teacher Zhang said you should go.she left.The words "let's go" are not so much a question to Mr. Zhang, but rather a final farewell to this rural society.Although the tone is as plain as water, it deeply conceals the society and her life with Teacher Zhang.Think about it, when you were young and in your 20s and 80s, every hair was as young as a seedling in early spring, green and tender, and juice can be squeezed out.When I went now, I was almost middle-aged, with white silk and a thin face. Although thin and feminine, it was full of hardships in life after all.It means that the prosperity of the city has injected new vitality into her life, but in the end that prosperity is just a superficial layer and does not really belong to her.Under that prosperity, what was left to her was the hard work of the rest of her life.Although Zhangjiaying is poor and remote, there is a period of time for her here. The bell of Laojunmiao Primary School rings her youthful voice; there is no piece of land on the mountain ridges that has not sucked her sweat; the house at home is her from the moon Bricks and tiles extruded from Tianjin.And me, what makes her feel guilty is that I broke up, but I can't tell you that you have been married to her for more than ten years, and there is nothing wrong with her.If there really was a tiny bit of it, even if it was a slander against her in words, it would be an excuse for the breakup, so that she could seek a little balance in her conscience.It's a pity that in retrospect, since the marriage, he has never disrespected or understood her, nor has he ever had a single quarrel, let alone quarrels and fights.In fact, you can say that your son died, and everything is due to you, but she cried enough, but she said that it would be fine if I didn't go back to the city, and my son wouldn't have to go down the ditch to fetch water... It can be seen that the guilt in her heart is as deep as the sea and as high as the mountain ...But she left after all. She said, "Shall I go?" He said, "You go." and left. When they were leaving, Teacher Zhang suddenly realized that the home they ran together had nothing but the children they once had, which was the wealth shared by both of them.It is difficult to find even a decent thing to give her.He made soup and steamed buns for her.After eating, I put a few more in a towel and let him make dry food on the road.She smiled bitterly, and said that I didn't take it anymore, and it was a joke to get dry food on the train. Now that I am a serious countryman, I don't bring dry food when I go out.Teacher Zhang trembled deeply, thinking that she was not a farmer after all, so she put the bun on the table and went to the wall to get the framed photo for her, but the frame was half empty.She took a portrait of her son, a portrait of her husband, a portrait of her mother, and a group photo of the whole family, but she did not take a portrait of herself.She has more than ten portraits clamped in the frame. When she was a student, when she went to the countryside, when she got married, had a child, and went back to the city several times, they all stayed in the empty frame.After all, she spent nearly twenty years of her life in this rural society, so how could she not have a bitter nostalgia.Teacher Zhang bit her lip because of this; otherwise, the tears would flow out like her. Now, Teacher Zhang has been sitting here for a long time just like her.Everything that needs to be done has been done.The quilt on the mother's bed has been changed, the potty under the bed has been washed, and the changed clothes are placed on the bedside.The mother's breathing was soft and thin, like a strand of hair moving in and out.Teacher Zhang stared at the snort for a while, and finally pulled the sheet on the bed, and tucked the quilt tightly.The mother turned her head and glanced at him, and he said, go to sleep, mother, and the mother closed her eyes and fell asleep again. can go.Couldn't find anything to do anymore.However, Teacher Zhang always felt that there was one thing he hadn't done, and after thinking about it for a long time on the bench, he finally didn't know what it was.He thought it was because he didn't kowtow goodbye in front of his mother's bed like Mei did, so he got up and took a step forward, knelt down and kowtowed three times.My heart said, mother, son, you go first, I hope your illness will recover soon, and then I walked away, thinking that my heart was better, but I still felt that there was something that I didn’t do well. Like a rope holding his footsteps.After thinking about it and watching it carefully, I felt that there was nothing left to do, nothing really worth worrying about.He came out hesitantly, stopped a little in the east room, and suddenly remembered that a board of the yellow crate had been stripped of its nails, and a wide crack was exposed behind the crate. Holding the crate off the bed, taking out the clothes inside, and smashing it a few times, Teacher Zhang gradually became more at ease.It is as solid as being stuffed into a mountain, without even a little emptiness.It's time to go and bury Huang on his son's grave.There is nothing left to miss.The world over there is yours.There is no place for you in this world.Huang was still lying on the bed.I'm leaving mother.If your son is unfilial, he cannot send you to the end of his retirement.And plum.That deserted little street, that prosperous city, that is your home, you don't need to worry about Zhangjiaying any more after I go.There are still ten days before the Spring Festival.Don't finish the first day of junior high school, and come to see us before the fifth day of junior high school.It has nothing to do with you here.Huang, go and accompany Qiang'er, I'll go and bury you right away.Oh, this crate still has some weight, at least heavier than Huang.I buried you by Qiang's side, remembering that you hugged each other and went to bed when you were young, naturally I shouldn't bury you at Qiang's feet.How can the sunlight be so strong, it is like hitting the sun.By the way, this is the twelfth lunar month, the last season of the year, so a quilt must be put in the crate.Huang is more spiritual than humans, so he cannot let him feel that the world is cold.Something fell on the neck, it was cold and cold.It's water, the snow dripping from the eaves.The sun has already melted the snow, and it goes without saying that the county police officers will enter the village immediately. 61 The police from the County Public Security Bureau arrived as scheduled, and the simple police car came out of the county, loaded with majesty, and at full speed all the way.In the villages along the line, small trees were cut down.Pedestrians on both sides were wiped out like small grasses.At that time, Huang's tomb was just closed, and Teacher Zhang was standing there panting.The sun was as bright and soft as water, and his face was calm and serene, full of dark thoughts of death.Huang's tomb is one meter square.There was a quilt stuffed in the box, and when I carried it out of the village, except for a few children, I didn't meet any other villagers. When I left the village, it was as quiet as walking out of a cemetery.On this strong cemetery, it is as warm as walking into a village, and you can see people from neighboring villages rescuing overturned cars under the opposite mountain ridge.He sat down in the sun for a while, shoveled the snow aside, and began digging.The loess, which has been warmed by snow all night, is soft and soft, exuding a white and thick breath.It is the breath of the land that has been contained for thousands of years, soaking in the heart and lungs, and drifting away on the hillside.The crate was crimson in color, and it was all the property Mei had hauled into Zhangjiaying from the provincial capital when she went to the countryside.Now she's gone, still hauling away another crate.The crate is the mother's dowry, made of red sandalwood, an evergreen tree of the leguminous family, the wood is hard, and it can be used as a musical instrument.他说用这个拖运吧，结实，也算娘给你的纪念。梅就用那箱又拖运走了她半生的经营：书和日常的衣物。张老师将梅送到镇上，又同登汽车，到洛阳送上火车，告别时两人竟无话无泪。无话无泪…… 她留的板箱着实破旧了，扛在肩上有吱吱咋咋散架的声响，下葬时便又有一块脱钉的木板。 张老师是急草草将黄下葬的，他生怕黄又活转人世。其实黄还没死。去床上抱黄时，黄还一身温和，鼻下有微弱气息，仍然如发丝一样从黄的鼻孔进进出出。他没有犹豫，说没有什么值得留恋了黄，同我走吧，了却算啦，便将黄连同被褥塞进了板箱。入土时候，他听到黄在板箱里有了一声踢动，心里一个雷惊，便迅速将一锨锨黄土撂在板箱上。板箱发出了一阵空洞的声响，如呼救人生的鼓音。从前到后，说起来也就几刻工夫，黄的墓堆便鲜亮亮摆在天下，大小仅次于强的一点。被挖出的麦苗，一条一条青在坟上，麦根又白又亮如水洗过的云丝。就这个时候，张老师刚坐在锨把上喘息，山梁上传来了红血亮亮的警笛声。 简易警车在黄爽朗朗的日光中穿行，雪地上留下了它深刻的轮印。短急紧凑的警笛，像一颗颗滑在青石上的流弹，把山梁、沟壑、村落、河流中的宁静射得七零八落，破破碎碎，如同城里碎裂在风天中的楼房玻璃。这就到了，县公安如期而至，果真如期而至。张老师心里一个冷惊，起身立到崖处，眼看着简易警车如鸟样飞进村子，落到了村长家门口。 几个穿公服的警察，相继进了村长家。 这崖处高出村落许多，朝村落望去，似低头看自己参差不齐的脚肢，一点一滴都清清晰晰。拄着自己的铁锨，想时候到了，你的时光到此告一个段落。另一个世界的大门已经为你敞开，走进去就可以把一切关在门外。后事也全部安排妥当。除了黄的墓堆略嫌少了几锨土外，万事都有了着落。就是唱戏，幕也拉圆，你就顺着命运所示的方向，尽你的能耐唱去吧，是喜是悲，自有其结局。不让铁锁说他砍了小李村的人头，也不让大林叔说是他砍了小李村的人头，那你就去说吧。不要辜负了自己的一片念头。死心定识，不减古人投江，今日一言既出，决然金玉不移，何苦再独守人生。村落里的事情，好像响了铃子的戏场，警车刚一停下，各家都纷纷有人出门，先在自家门口呆怔，后又相聚起来，朝着村长家门口涌动。几条村街，都走着蚂蚁搬家似的队伍。村长家门口，已经鸦鸦的黑下一片，人头如晒在日光中的豆粒。张老师就这么静静站了一会，忽然看见铁锁从他家出来，快步朝着村长家走去，在胡同里，如迅速滚动的一粒石子。再仔细去看，老支书大林叔和永远有还不清债务的大冈也从另一条胡同，朝着村长家急会，那匆匆的脚步，很可以在眨眼之间，立到县公安的面前，说是我砍了小李村的人头的。 拖不得了，该去了。尘世没有啥儿东西属于你了。 就去了。 张老师像去抢购一样廉价的东西似的走了，甚至忘了回头看一眼黄和强的墓。田里的白雪在早饭时候的日光中，渐渐踏实，表面有一层纸一样的壳。没有被雪埋住的麦苗，一叶叶绿在白色上。田里施足了底肥，麦叶厚如铜钱，青棵的气息薄薄淡淡在空气中一线一线流动。村里的脚步声川流不息地爬将上来，滚滚荡荡，冲撞得麦苗摇曳不止。张老师走得很快，他从那冲撞声中，分辨出身后有很响的声音。他本不想回过头去，他期望一脚跳将到村长家里，迅速对公安人员说是我砍了小李村的人头。可忽然他的右腿迈不动了，像下山时裤筒挂了哪里，待回身一看，禁不住心里一个地动山摇的冷惊： 竟是黄从墓里爬出咬了他的裤筒。 真是难以料断，黄果真活转过来，从那板箱中撞将出来，半爬半跑地追上了他。麦地里留下它跌跌爬爬的雪痕，新坟塌进去一个深洞。黄满身是土，连一只耳眼里也满满实实。它头上的那两个血洞已经被红土糊了，堆起两团红泥，像缀在头上的两个泥球。另一只眼又明又亮，盈满一眶清清澈澈的泪水；喉咙里有一种古怪的叫声，如泣如诉，悲哀至极，像求着一样东西。也许是求张老师不要活埋了它，也许是求张老师不要朝是我砍了小李村的人头走去，都未可知。总之，它是在求着生命。村里的脚步声敲得很响。张老师用力挣了几下右腿，终是不能挣脱黄的厮拽。村里的脚步声敲得很响。他愈是用力挣脱，黄就咬得愈紧，泪也愈加扑籁籁喷落出来。 终于就软下身子，将黄抱在怀里，蹲在无边茫茫的山梁上，落寞地嚎啕大哭起来。