Chapter 25 5
In the evening, Wang Xiaosong went home.
The room is much more organized, and things are piled up here and there, covered with cloth or calendar paper.
Wang Xiaosong lay on the bed, watching his mother buttoning a small dress.
He said, "Mom, you can sleep too."
Mother said: "Well..." Looking at the watch, "It's not yet nine o'clock, it's too early, Mom has been used to staying up late all her life, and she can't fall asleep even when she lies down."
"Mom, don't make children's clothes for younger brothers and sisters in the future."
"Well, it costs about ten yuan to buy a small dress. It costs half the money to pull a few feet of cloth and make it yourself. After a few years, Mom will not be able to do it if she wants to do it. Her eyesight is bad... Sometimes a row of buttons It takes a few times to nail it together."
The way my mother leaned in front of the lamp doing needlework, like a surgeon stitching capillaries.
Wang Xiaosong looked at his mother compassionately.Mother couldn't sew with a needle, so she had to pass the needle and thread to him.
After Wang Xiaosong sewed the needle, he said, "Mom, where did my third wife move to?"
"Where did I move to live? I don't know. Her house was relocated two years earlier than ours. Your younger brother and sister stopped by the door. Ask them another day. Pity your third mistress. You have the strength to live to eighty." A lot, just to live until the day when I live in the building. But I haven’t lived the will of God. I moved to the building in a few days, and I don’t know what urgent matter the King of Hell has to find the old lady. If you don’t close your eyes, you just don’t close your eyes. Who Give me a hand, and opened it again as soon as I left. I invited me in. I kowtowed to the old man first, and then said: "His third wife, are you still blaming my child's father for treating you?" I said: Communism will be realized in another ten or eight years? If you really blame him, I will apologize for him. He didn’t mean to deceive you! He was kind enough to comfort you. He How can a rough old man have an accurate picture of the country’s major affairs?’ It’s strange, after I finished speaking, I just covered it with my hand, and before I stroked it, the old man’s eyes closed.”
Wang Xiaosong's expression gradually became sentimental, and he asked again: "Then... where is my brother Guangyi?"
"Brother Guangyi is amazing. Don't look at other people's children who lost a leg back then and lived with more ambition than a whole person. He just stayed at home and learned several foreign languages with a broken semiconductor that cost more than ten yuan. Now it has appeared. I have read a few books. Your aunt’s daughter lived in our house before she was admitted to university, and I asked your brother to take her to find your brother Guangyi who taught foreign languages. Xiaoxiu is your aunt’s daughter, in Beijing When you were studying, didn't you go to your place?"
"Been to..."
Mother said: "I heard that some rural girls become vain as soon as they are admitted to university. Xiaoxiu hasn't changed?"
"Unchanged."
"It's good that it hasn't changed. Your aunt has a miserable life. She has spent her whole life dragging Xiaoxiu, and she even hides her illness from Xiaoxiu. She is afraid that it will distract Xiaoxiu's heart and affect her child's study. You know your aunt What disease did you have? Didn’t your brother and sister write to tell you?”
From next door came the cry of a baby, the humming of a young mother...
Wang Xiaosong fell asleep.
The next day, his mother sent Wang Xiaosong out.
She said: "Let's stay with your aunt for two more days. You won't see your aunt after this time. She always mentions you in her letters and misses you all the time."
Wang Xiaosong nodded.
"If your aunt can still move, you can bring her here."
Wang Xiaosong nodded.
Wang Xiaosong got on the train. On the aisle of the train, he was smoking while staring at the fields outside the window...
He thought of his aunt.
Not only did he think of his aunt's laughter, but also a series of voices echoed in his mind.
My aunt's voice: "Sister, don't ask, I won't tell you even if I die."
Cheers from younger siblings: "Oh. Auntie is having a baby! Auntie is having a baby!"
The mother's voice: "You... you have to take care of yourself... Anyway... you have to raise the child."
My aunt's father's voice: "Let's go! Who told you to be so embarrassing."
Brother and sister crying: "Auntie, Auntie, don't go... Auntie, we won't let you go."
Wang Xiaosong's own voice in childhood: "Auntie, wait until I grow up. I must..."
The sound of the train moving forward rhythmically, that voice seemed to replace him and say: "Kill him, kill him, kill him..."
He asked the conductor: "How many stops?"
"At the end, we have to go..."
"How far?"
"It's more than twenty miles. There are no buses on that section of the road. You can find out by yourself at the end..."
When he came to the village where his aunt lived, a little boy led Wang Xiaosong into a dilapidated courtyard and said, "It's right here!" After speaking, the boy turned around and ran away. Wang Xiaosong looked into the room and said in his heart: "Auntie, I'm here! I see you are here!" He hesitated for a moment, and walked into the house. A middle-aged woman was brewing medicine outside, she turned around and looked at him in surprise: "Who are you looking for?" "I'm from Harbin to see my aunt..." The woman said, "I know who you are, come in! She was just talking about living in your house!" Wang Xiaosong stepped into the room lightly, and saw my aunt lying on the kang with a dying look... Her face has completely lost the expression of the past. My aunt didn't look back, and said, "Don't bother taking care of me, I know what disease I have, and I also know that my days are numbered." Wang Xiaosong said: "Auntie... I am Xiaosong!" My aunt was startled: "Xiao Song?" There was joy on her face, and she wanted to struggle to get up, but she couldn't... Wang Xiaosong hurried to the kang, sat down on the edge of the kang, and gently pressed the quilt to keep my aunt from moving. Auntie grabbed his hand, and tears fell from her eyes: "Xiao Song, I didn't expect... I can still, I can see you." A middle-aged woman came in with medicine, and Wang Xiaosong took the medicine bowl and fed the medicine to my aunt with a small spoon. Aunt gently pushed away. The middle-aged woman withdrew quietly and left. My aunt said: "I don't take medicine... I don't want to take that medicine again." Wang Xiaosong said: "Auntie, I cooked it for you. If you don't eat it, what do you think?" My aunt said: "She is...my childhood companion, she doesn't... think about anything." "Auntie, drink..." He held up a small spoon and looked forward to it. My aunt drank the medicine in the small spoon, took the bowl with both hands, and drank it all in one go. Wang Xiaosong took out his handkerchief and wiped the medicine residue from the corner of his aunt's mouth. He gently helped his aunt down on the bed. A few hens wandered into the house defiantly, looking east and west. My aunt said: "There is rice in the grain box in the outer room, you...feed the chickens for my aunt." Wang Xiaosong got up and went to the outhouse to feed the chickens. There was a bang in the room. Wang Xiaosong hurried into the back room, and saw that the thermos bottle was broken on the ground, and the washstand by the bed was also down.The washbasin was rolled aside, and my aunt's upper body was lying on the bed. He hurriedly lifted his aunt up and let her lean in his arms. My aunt said: "I look...is it... ugly?" Wang Xiaosong shook his head: "Auntie, no..." "I want to... wash my face... comb my hair." "Auntie, I'll wash for you, and I'll comb for you..." He cried…… He put his aunt down.With tears streaming down my face, I lifted up the washbasin, picked up the basin, and swept away the broken thermos. He washed my aunt's face and combed her hair. My aunt was sitting on the bed... He held a small mirror for my aunt to take a picture of. A few hens wandered into the house again. My aunt said: "These chickens are very sorry for me. They laid a lot of eggs, and they are all in the basket in the outhouse. I don't have anything to bring to your mother... When you leave, take them back. It is also a little kindness of mine." Wang Xiaosong agreed: "Well..." "It's a few old hens. I don't know what will happen to them after I die. If they lay fewer eggs, who will give them to them, and who won't kill them for meat?" Wang Xiaosong said: "Auntie, don't say that...you will be fine." The auntie grabbed his hand again and said, "Want to... listen to me tell you?" "Auntie, what are you going to tell me?" "I'll tell you... about... that incident back then." Wang Xiaosong didn't know how to answer for a moment. My aunt said: "I also liked men..." "Auntie, forget what happened back then..." "I liked a man once. I can't forget it. I know that you, your mother, your whole family, including Xiuxiu, my daughter, all hated him, the man I loved...but I don't hate him, I don't hate him at all. He's still really good to me." The aunt pointed to a box in the corner and said, "You... open that box." Wang Xiaosong went to open the box. My aunt said, "Is there a small iron box? Get it for my aunt." Wang Xiaosong was holding a small iron box, and sat on the edge of the kang again. Auntie took off the key from the wrist with a rubber band, put it on his hand and said, "Open..." Wang Xiaosong opened the tin box—it was empty, except for a stacked, yellowed newspaper.On it, is a black button with a piece of thread... The aunt said: "Your mother is right. Only this woman knows whether a man loves a woman or not... That night, it rained heavily, and it didn't stop for half a month. I saw the clothes on his clothes. When a button was missing, he took out one and nailed it to him. Just a few stitches on, a gong was knocked outside, and someone shouted: "The flood fighters are leaving immediately, the car won't wait for a moment!" Gone...and never came back." Auntie stretched out a hand to Wang Xiaosong. Wang Xiaosong took out the button and put it in the palm of his aunt. Auntie watched and slowly held her hand. Wang Xiaosong took out the newspaper again and put it on the quilt... On the newspaper was a photo of a man, with a line of eye-catching headlines: The Communist Party member blocked the dam with his body, and made a heroic sacrifice. My aunt said: "Over the years, all kinds of people have always wanted to understand from me...I have never confided a word...Now, no one asks me anymore. It's very...Want to ask someone... ...To be clear...I have been hiding it for so many years...I don't know myself...what happened to this." My aunt caressed the man's portrait with her hand... She said: "I'll keep this button... You take the newspaper back to Beijing and tell Xiuxiu what I told you... Let the child understand." Wang Xiaosong cried: "Auntie, I will take you back to Harbin tomorrow...my mother misses you so much." The aunt said: "Harbin... I miss your family too, tomorrow?" Wang Xiaosong nodded: "Yes, tomorrow..." "Okay, I'll go...don't forget...take that basket of eggs." night. Moonlight shines into the house.Wang Xiaosong sat on a high-legged square stool, holding one of my aunt's hands. The voice of a rural woman: "Three ya! Three ya!" The reply from the rural girl: "Hey! What are you doing?" "Go get your dad back!" "Where is he?" "Playing cards at Lao Zhang's house!" "I won't go! His dog will bite me when he sees me." "Go! Damn girl! I won't move you, will you? Just say that the pig arched the door and ran away!" Then came the sound of a rural woman calling for a pig. My aunt opened her eyes and said, "Did you hear that?" "I heard……" "It's great to be alive..." Wang Xiaosong said: "Auntie, you have to have some confidence in your illness." My aunt smiled wryly: "I don't want to drag the folks down anymore." "Auntie, don't think so..." At that time, the moonlight was like water, sprinkled into the house.My aunt asked, "How about the moon tonight?" Wang Xiaosong got up and walked to the window to look at the moon. "Is it round?" "round." "Is it big?" "Big." "Since I fell ill and lay in bed, I can only see the moonlight at night, but I can't see the moon..." Wang Xiaosong walked back to the bed and sat on the stool again. My aunt said: "I like the moon. I have seen the round and big moon since I was a child. I am not afraid of anything, and I am not afraid of death. I think the moon is like a good woman. It treats all women with bad luck in the world. It is compassionate. It looks at me, and I feel that it is so dear to me. I look at it, and I feel so dear to it. My mother died since I was a child, and I feel that the moon is just like my mother..." Wang Xiaosong didn't know what to say, so he held his aunt's hand silently. My aunt said: "There is a saying passed down by the elders in the village that if a person can look at the moon and die, after death, the soul will rise to the moon and be with Chang'e... Do you believe it?" Wang Xiaosong shook his head. "But I believe it. I didn't believe it before, but since I knew that I didn't live long, for some reason, I believed it." Wang Xiaosong said: "I believe it. If my aunt starts to believe it, I will start to believe it." My aunt smiled wryly: "For people who are about to die, those sayings about souls, believing them is always more comforting than not believing them, right?" "Yes..." He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, his eyes looked around, and finally landed on a roll mat in the corner of the room. My aunt said: "Since I was young, at night, as long as there is a moon, I will sit on the threshold and look at it for a long time, even in winter, sometimes it is the same. Do you think I am a bit strange?" Wang Xiaosong said: "Auntie, lie down first, I will let you see the moon tonight." The aunt smiled bitterly again: "Look at my little Song, the moon is not painted, it doesn't show its face on the window, can you still move it to the window?" Wang Xiaosong asked: "Auntie, do you have any extra bedding at home?" "Yes, in that big box, it belongs to Xiaoxiu." "Auntie, wait..." A mat is spread out in the yard, with mattresses and pillows on the mat. In the room, Wang Xiaosong picked up his aunt and walked out. Wang Xiaosong knelt down and put his aunt on the mat. After putting it away, he said: "Auntie, can't you see the moon now?" The night sky is full of stars, and the moon is as big as a basin. My aunt looked up and said to herself, "Moon, I see you again." Wang Xiaosong came out with the quilt in his arms and covered his aunt. He saw a line of tears streaming down his aunt's face. Auntie held out her hand to him. He knelt beside his aunt and held her hand. The aunt said: "In the box, there are some paper-cuts, which are to be sent to Xiaoxiu, so I won't send them. You can send them to her for me. She wrote that all the teachers and classmates in their university liked her to take them with them." paper-cut." Wang Xiaosong nodded. "Teach Xiaoxiu for me to study hard." Wang Xiaosong nodded. "Those chickens, after I die, give them to the folks for me to raise. I beg the folks, don't kill them, they are all old hens, and the meat is not fragrant. I beg the folks to give the chickens a good death , keep them till they die." Wang Xiaosong nodded and couldn't help crying... He also thought of the past, when his aunt first came to Wang Xiaosong's house to comb her hair... the situation when my aunt and Wang Xiaosong were planting flowers and vegetables, and she got a thorn in her hand, and Wang Xiaosong removed the thorn for her. The situation where my aunt gave him a bath... The situation where my aunt and Wang Xiaosong's family get along intimately under the moonlight among the flowers, cabbage and greenery... My aunt said something, my mother laughed, and my aunt laughed too... There are a few more words that Wang Xiaosong will never forget for the rest of his life: "Sister, do you have a wooden comb?" "Xiao Song, are you angry with Auntie?" "Then grow up well, Auntie is waiting for you..." ... The rooster crows. Its daybreak. The woman who took care of my aunt walked into the yard and saw my aunt's head resting on Wang Xiaosong's arm. The woman asked, "Why are you in the yard?" Wang Xiaosong raised his head, with tears all over his face, and said sadly: "My aunt, I want to see the moon." The middle-aged woman tried her aunt's breathing with her hands. My aunt closed her eyes and leaned her upper body against Wang Xiaosong's arms, seemingly sleeping peacefully. The woman said: "Your aunt... has gone..." Wang Xiaosong stared at her blankly, as if he couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence... The woman said: "Take your aunt to the house, you have to change her clothes, she is a good-looking woman." Wang Xiaosong held his aunt and stood up. Wang Xiaosong stood smoking in the yard, expecting something. An ox cart was parked in front of the courtyard, and there were some men from the village. The middle-aged woman walked into the yard and said to Wang Xiaosong: "Your aunt's relatives have passed away, and there is no way to have a decent funeral. The village has prepared a thin wooden coffin for her, and those men are willing to help. ..." The men looked at Wang Xiaosong silently. The woman said: "Some old rules, what should be said, still have to be said, we are all just fellow countrymen, counting, only you are her relatives... After all, you call her aunt..." Wang Xiaosong looked at the middle-aged woman in confusion. The woman stammered, "I mean... if you... want... I'll dress you up..." Wang Xiaosong still didn't understand. The woman said: "That's right, that's right... It's better for someone to wear mourning, it's more or less like a funeral..." Wang Xiaosong finally understood: "I wear...I am willing..." Wang Xiaosong, dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, led the ox and slowly led the cart out of the village. The ox also wore a white flower on its head. There was a coffin on the cart. The men followed behind the cart, carrying shovels. Villagers kept saying hello to those helping men: "Xiuxiu's mother is gone?" "gone." "When did you leave?" "Maybe it's night." "It's better to leave early, so as not to suffer more." "Yes, yes, the villagers have also calmed down." "Old boring!" "What are you doing?" "You're done, help me get on the beam?" "Just work?" "Look at what you said, can you let you do nothing! At least you have a drink!" The old cow was stubborn for some reason, and the middle-aged woman took Wang Xiaosong's lead, and the old cow started to walk again. Wang Xiaosong walks forward, walks, walks... Wang Xiaosong gradually moved a long distance away from the bullock cart. A man called him, "Hey! Where are you going!" My aunt was buried. A lonely mound of new graves. Only Wang Xiaosong stood in front of the grave alone... In the farmland near and far, the farmers are working as usual. Wang Xiaosong said silently in his heart: "Auntie, I will definitely do what you entrusted to me. My mother is old and it is difficult to see you. But my younger brothers and sisters will come to see you often. I will go back to Harbin to visit my home again. I will definitely come to see you. I will treat Xiuxiu as a real sister... just like you were to us back then... Auntie, I'm leaving." Back at his aunt's house, Wang Xiaosong opened the box again, flipping through the paper-cuts in a book one by one. A middle-aged woman walks in. The old hens were cooing in the house, begging for food. Wang Xiaosong took out the money and said: "Sister-in-law, thank you very much! I brought this money to my aunt's medical treatment, and you can distribute it to those who helped send my aunt. A little bit, you can keep it." The middle-aged woman did not refuse, and took the money. "But... I want to take that basket of eggs home, because it's my aunt's heart for my mother." The middle-aged woman went outside to get the egg basket and handed it to Wang Xiaosong. Wang Xiaosong carried it on his shoulders, looked around the house, turned to go out, turned around at the door, looked at the old hens in the house and said: "Sister-in-law, you should also raise these old hens! After laying eggs, kill them, let them live as long as they can!" The middle-aged woman nodded. Wang Xiaosong walked out. Wang Xiaosong was walking on a country road. This time he visited his aunt (actually it became a deathbed for her), and he learned secrets that he did not know before. In addition, he also learned some other things about his aunt from the mouth of the middle-aged woman.A few years ago, someone introduced a man to my aunt. He was ten years older than my aunt. He was honest, but he was short-sighted. My aunt was unwilling because she was afraid that the family would use her Xiuxiu as a labor force.When Xiuxiu was admitted to middle school, my aunt was always worried about not being able to get into a good middle school in the county.During Xiuxiu's high school exam, my aunt was like that again, I'm afraid she won't pass the exam.When Xiuxiu was taking the university entrance examination, my aunt didn't eat well, and she didn't sleep well. I'm afraid that Xiuxiu would fail the rankings.How can people's hearts stand up to one after another of worrying!That child Xiuxiu is quite competitive, but she will never see her mother again...
At the bus stop on the way back, Wang Xiaosong squeezed into the bus between people. People went up, but the basket was squeezed out.He stared blankly at some unbroken eggs, which were crushed one by one under the feet of people. When Wang Xiaosong came home, he said, "Mom, I'm back..." The mother who was meeting with her turned her head and asked, "Your aunt..." Seeing her son wearing a black gauze on his arm, the mother's expression changed.His eyes gradually shifted away from his son, and he lowered his head to stare at the basin... Tears fell drop by drop in the basin, and into the face. Wang Xiaosong said: "Mom, my aunt is very happy to see me." Mother raised her skirt and covered her face. From the mother's back, I can see that the mother is crying so sadly, so sadly - her waist is bent, her shoulders are shrugged - although no one can hear her cry.
When he came to the village where his aunt lived, a little boy led Wang Xiaosong into a dilapidated courtyard and said, "It's right here!" After speaking, the boy turned around and ran away. Wang Xiaosong looked into the room and said in his heart: "Auntie, I'm here! I see you are here!" He hesitated for a moment, and walked into the house. A middle-aged woman was brewing medicine outside, she turned around and looked at him in surprise: "Who are you looking for?" "I'm from Harbin to see my aunt..." The woman said, "I know who you are, come in! She was just talking about living in your house!" Wang Xiaosong stepped into the room lightly, and saw my aunt lying on the kang with a dying look... Her face has completely lost the expression of the past. My aunt didn't look back, and said, "Don't bother taking care of me, I know what disease I have, and I also know that my days are numbered." Wang Xiaosong said: "Auntie... I am Xiaosong!" My aunt was startled: "Xiao Song?" There was joy on her face, and she wanted to struggle to get up, but she couldn't... Wang Xiaosong hurried to the kang, sat down on the edge of the kang, and gently pressed the quilt to keep my aunt from moving. Auntie grabbed his hand, and tears fell from her eyes: "Xiao Song, I didn't expect... I can still, I can see you." A middle-aged woman came in with medicine, and Wang Xiaosong took the medicine bowl and fed the medicine to my aunt with a small spoon. Aunt gently pushed away. The middle-aged woman withdrew quietly and left. My aunt said: "I don't take medicine... I don't want to take that medicine again." Wang Xiaosong said: "Auntie, I cooked it for you. If you don't eat it, what do you think?" My aunt said: "She is...my childhood companion, she doesn't... think about anything." "Auntie, drink..." He held up a small spoon and looked forward to it. My aunt drank the medicine in the small spoon, took the bowl with both hands, and drank it all in one go. Wang Xiaosong took out his handkerchief and wiped the medicine residue from the corner of his aunt's mouth. He gently helped his aunt down on the bed. A few hens wandered into the house defiantly, looking east and west. My aunt said: "There is rice in the grain box in the outer room, you...feed the chickens for my aunt." Wang Xiaosong got up and went to the outhouse to feed the chickens. There was a bang in the room. Wang Xiaosong hurried into the back room, and saw that the thermos bottle was broken on the ground, and the washstand by the bed was also down.The washbasin was rolled aside, and my aunt's upper body was lying on the bed. He hurriedly lifted his aunt up and let her lean in his arms. My aunt said: "I look...is it... ugly?" Wang Xiaosong shook his head: "Auntie, no..." "I want to... wash my face... comb my hair." "Auntie, I'll wash for you, and I'll comb for you..." He cried…… He put his aunt down.With tears streaming down my face, I lifted up the washbasin, picked up the basin, and swept away the broken thermos. He washed my aunt's face and combed her hair. My aunt was sitting on the bed... He held a small mirror for my aunt to take a picture of. A few hens wandered into the house again. My aunt said: "These chickens are very sorry for me. They laid a lot of eggs, and they are all in the basket in the outhouse. I don't have anything to bring to your mother... When you leave, take them back. It is also a little kindness of mine." Wang Xiaosong agreed: "Well..." "It's a few old hens. I don't know what will happen to them after I die. If they lay fewer eggs, who will give them to them, and who won't kill them for meat?" Wang Xiaosong said: "Auntie, don't say that...you will be fine." The auntie grabbed his hand again and said, "Want to... listen to me tell you?" "Auntie, what are you going to tell me?" "I'll tell you... about... that incident back then." Wang Xiaosong didn't know how to answer for a moment. My aunt said: "I also liked men..." "Auntie, forget what happened back then..." "I liked a man once. I can't forget it. I know that you, your mother, your whole family, including Xiuxiu, my daughter, all hated him, the man I loved...but I don't hate him, I don't hate him at all. He's still really good to me." The aunt pointed to a box in the corner and said, "You... open that box." Wang Xiaosong went to open the box. My aunt said, "Is there a small iron box? Get it for my aunt." Wang Xiaosong was holding a small iron box, and sat on the edge of the kang again. Auntie took off the key from the wrist with a rubber band, put it on his hand and said, "Open..." Wang Xiaosong opened the tin box—it was empty, except for a stacked, yellowed newspaper.On it, is a black button with a piece of thread... The aunt said: "Your mother is right. Only this woman knows whether a man loves a woman or not... That night, it rained heavily, and it didn't stop for half a month. I saw the clothes on his clothes. When a button was missing, he took out one and nailed it to him. Just a few stitches on, a gong was knocked outside, and someone shouted: "The flood fighters are leaving immediately, the car won't wait for a moment!" Gone...and never came back." Auntie stretched out a hand to Wang Xiaosong. Wang Xiaosong took out the button and put it in the palm of his aunt. Auntie watched and slowly held her hand. Wang Xiaosong took out the newspaper again and put it on the quilt... On the newspaper was a photo of a man, with a line of eye-catching headlines: The Communist Party member blocked the dam with his body, and made a heroic sacrifice. My aunt said: "Over the years, all kinds of people have always wanted to understand from me...I have never confided a word...Now, no one asks me anymore. It's very...Want to ask someone... ...To be clear...I have been hiding it for so many years...I don't know myself...what happened to this." My aunt caressed the man's portrait with her hand... She said: "I'll keep this button... You take the newspaper back to Beijing and tell Xiuxiu what I told you... Let the child understand." Wang Xiaosong cried: "Auntie, I will take you back to Harbin tomorrow...my mother misses you so much." The aunt said: "Harbin... I miss your family too, tomorrow?" Wang Xiaosong nodded: "Yes, tomorrow..." "Okay, I'll go...don't forget...take that basket of eggs." night. Moonlight shines into the house.Wang Xiaosong sat on a high-legged square stool, holding one of my aunt's hands. The voice of a rural woman: "Three ya! Three ya!" The reply from the rural girl: "Hey! What are you doing?" "Go get your dad back!" "Where is he?" "Playing cards at Lao Zhang's house!" "I won't go! His dog will bite me when he sees me." "Go! Damn girl! I won't move you, will you? Just say that the pig arched the door and ran away!" Then came the sound of a rural woman calling for a pig. My aunt opened her eyes and said, "Did you hear that?" "I heard……" "It's great to be alive..." Wang Xiaosong said: "Auntie, you have to have some confidence in your illness." My aunt smiled wryly: "I don't want to drag the folks down anymore." "Auntie, don't think so..." At that time, the moonlight was like water, sprinkled into the house.My aunt asked, "How about the moon tonight?" Wang Xiaosong got up and walked to the window to look at the moon. "Is it round?" "round." "Is it big?" "Big." "Since I fell ill and lay in bed, I can only see the moonlight at night, but I can't see the moon..." Wang Xiaosong walked back to the bed and sat on the stool again. My aunt said: "I like the moon. I have seen the round and big moon since I was a child. I am not afraid of anything, and I am not afraid of death. I think the moon is like a good woman. It treats all women with bad luck in the world. It is compassionate. It looks at me, and I feel that it is so dear to me. I look at it, and I feel so dear to it. My mother died since I was a child, and I feel that the moon is just like my mother..." Wang Xiaosong didn't know what to say, so he held his aunt's hand silently. My aunt said: "There is a saying passed down by the elders in the village that if a person can look at the moon and die, after death, the soul will rise to the moon and be with Chang'e... Do you believe it?" Wang Xiaosong shook his head. "But I believe it. I didn't believe it before, but since I knew that I didn't live long, for some reason, I believed it." Wang Xiaosong said: "I believe it. If my aunt starts to believe it, I will start to believe it." My aunt smiled wryly: "For people who are about to die, those sayings about souls, believing them is always more comforting than not believing them, right?" "Yes..." He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, his eyes looked around, and finally landed on a roll mat in the corner of the room. My aunt said: "Since I was young, at night, as long as there is a moon, I will sit on the threshold and look at it for a long time, even in winter, sometimes it is the same. Do you think I am a bit strange?" Wang Xiaosong said: "Auntie, lie down first, I will let you see the moon tonight." The aunt smiled bitterly again: "Look at my little Song, the moon is not painted, it doesn't show its face on the window, can you still move it to the window?" Wang Xiaosong asked: "Auntie, do you have any extra bedding at home?" "Yes, in that big box, it belongs to Xiaoxiu." "Auntie, wait..." A mat is spread out in the yard, with mattresses and pillows on the mat. In the room, Wang Xiaosong picked up his aunt and walked out. Wang Xiaosong knelt down and put his aunt on the mat. After putting it away, he said: "Auntie, can't you see the moon now?" The night sky is full of stars, and the moon is as big as a basin. My aunt looked up and said to herself, "Moon, I see you again." Wang Xiaosong came out with the quilt in his arms and covered his aunt. He saw a line of tears streaming down his aunt's face. Auntie held out her hand to him. He knelt beside his aunt and held her hand. The aunt said: "In the box, there are some paper-cuts, which are to be sent to Xiaoxiu, so I won't send them. You can send them to her for me. She wrote that all the teachers and classmates in their university liked her to take them with them." paper-cut." Wang Xiaosong nodded. "Teach Xiaoxiu for me to study hard." Wang Xiaosong nodded. "Those chickens, after I die, give them to the folks for me to raise. I beg the folks, don't kill them, they are all old hens, and the meat is not fragrant. I beg the folks to give the chickens a good death , keep them till they die." Wang Xiaosong nodded and couldn't help crying... He also thought of the past, when his aunt first came to Wang Xiaosong's house to comb her hair... the situation when my aunt and Wang Xiaosong were planting flowers and vegetables, and she got a thorn in her hand, and Wang Xiaosong removed the thorn for her. The situation where my aunt gave him a bath... The situation where my aunt and Wang Xiaosong's family get along intimately under the moonlight among the flowers, cabbage and greenery... My aunt said something, my mother laughed, and my aunt laughed too... There are a few more words that Wang Xiaosong will never forget for the rest of his life: "Sister, do you have a wooden comb?" "Xiao Song, are you angry with Auntie?" "Then grow up well, Auntie is waiting for you..." ... The rooster crows. Its daybreak. The woman who took care of my aunt walked into the yard and saw my aunt's head resting on Wang Xiaosong's arm. The woman asked, "Why are you in the yard?" Wang Xiaosong raised his head, with tears all over his face, and said sadly: "My aunt, I want to see the moon." The middle-aged woman tried her aunt's breathing with her hands. My aunt closed her eyes and leaned her upper body against Wang Xiaosong's arms, seemingly sleeping peacefully. The woman said: "Your aunt... has gone..." Wang Xiaosong stared at her blankly, as if he couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence... The woman said: "Take your aunt to the house, you have to change her clothes, she is a good-looking woman." Wang Xiaosong held his aunt and stood up. Wang Xiaosong stood smoking in the yard, expecting something. An ox cart was parked in front of the courtyard, and there were some men from the village. The middle-aged woman walked into the yard and said to Wang Xiaosong: "Your aunt's relatives have passed away, and there is no way to have a decent funeral. The village has prepared a thin wooden coffin for her, and those men are willing to help. ..." The men looked at Wang Xiaosong silently. The woman said: "Some old rules, what should be said, still have to be said, we are all just fellow countrymen, counting, only you are her relatives... After all, you call her aunt..." Wang Xiaosong looked at the middle-aged woman in confusion. The woman stammered, "I mean... if you... want... I'll dress you up..." Wang Xiaosong still didn't understand. The woman said: "That's right, that's right... It's better for someone to wear mourning, it's more or less like a funeral..." Wang Xiaosong finally understood: "I wear...I am willing..." Wang Xiaosong, dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, led the ox and slowly led the cart out of the village. The ox also wore a white flower on its head. There was a coffin on the cart. The men followed behind the cart, carrying shovels. Villagers kept saying hello to those helping men: "Xiuxiu's mother is gone?" "gone." "When did you leave?" "Maybe it's night." "It's better to leave early, so as not to suffer more." "Yes, yes, the villagers have also calmed down." "Old boring!" "What are you doing?" "You're done, help me get on the beam?" "Just work?" "Look at what you said, can you let you do nothing! At least you have a drink!" The old cow was stubborn for some reason, and the middle-aged woman took Wang Xiaosong's lead, and the old cow started to walk again. Wang Xiaosong walks forward, walks, walks... Wang Xiaosong gradually moved a long distance away from the bullock cart. A man called him, "Hey! Where are you going!" My aunt was buried. A lonely mound of new graves. Only Wang Xiaosong stood in front of the grave alone... In the farmland near and far, the farmers are working as usual. Wang Xiaosong said silently in his heart: "Auntie, I will definitely do what you entrusted to me. My mother is old and it is difficult to see you. But my younger brothers and sisters will come to see you often. I will go back to Harbin to visit my home again. I will definitely come to see you. I will treat Xiuxiu as a real sister... just like you were to us back then... Auntie, I'm leaving." Back at his aunt's house, Wang Xiaosong opened the box again, flipping through the paper-cuts in a book one by one. A middle-aged woman walks in. The old hens were cooing in the house, begging for food. Wang Xiaosong took out the money and said: "Sister-in-law, thank you very much! I brought this money to my aunt's medical treatment, and you can distribute it to those who helped send my aunt. A little bit, you can keep it." The middle-aged woman did not refuse, and took the money. "But... I want to take that basket of eggs home, because it's my aunt's heart for my mother." The middle-aged woman went outside to get the egg basket and handed it to Wang Xiaosong. Wang Xiaosong carried it on his shoulders, looked around the house, turned to go out, turned around at the door, looked at the old hens in the house and said: "Sister-in-law, you should also raise these old hens! After laying eggs, kill them, let them live as long as they can!" The middle-aged woman nodded. Wang Xiaosong walked out. Wang Xiaosong was walking on a country road. This time he visited his aunt (actually it became a deathbed for her), and he learned secrets that he did not know before. In addition, he also learned some other things about his aunt from the mouth of the middle-aged woman.A few years ago, someone introduced a man to my aunt. He was ten years older than my aunt. He was honest, but he was short-sighted. My aunt was unwilling because she was afraid that the family would use her Xiuxiu as a labor force.When Xiuxiu was admitted to middle school, my aunt was always worried about not being able to get into a good middle school in the county.During Xiuxiu's high school exam, my aunt was like that again, I'm afraid she won't pass the exam.When Xiuxiu was taking the university entrance examination, my aunt didn't eat well, and she didn't sleep well. I'm afraid that Xiuxiu would fail the rankings.How can people's hearts stand up to one after another of worrying!That child Xiuxiu is quite competitive, but she will never see her mother again...
At the bus stop on the way back, Wang Xiaosong squeezed into the bus between people. People went up, but the basket was squeezed out.He stared blankly at some unbroken eggs, which were crushed one by one under the feet of people. When Wang Xiaosong came home, he said, "Mom, I'm back..." The mother who was meeting with her turned her head and asked, "Your aunt..." Seeing her son wearing a black gauze on his arm, the mother's expression changed.His eyes gradually shifted away from his son, and he lowered his head to stare at the basin... Tears fell drop by drop in the basin, and into the face. Wang Xiaosong said: "Mom, my aunt is very happy to see me." Mother raised her skirt and covered her face. From the mother's back, I can see that the mother is crying so sadly, so sadly - her waist is bent, her shoulders are shrugged - although no one can hear her cry.