Chapter 8 Eight

Eight The black horse gallops with its head held high, run up the mountain beam That familiar figure of Chuoyue is not her I spent five nights in Somia's little mud hut.Since the dawn of that day, we have never looked back on those unbearable past events.I would like to wait for Dawacang to come back before saying goodbye, which is better in every way. We spent three peaceful days in this clean town on the shore of Nuogainur Lake.Every day, apart from taking care of the black horse, I went to the school's dairy pen and behind the kitchen, and tried to help Somya with some work.Besides, I put all my thoughts on Qiqige.I rode on a horse and bought her a new schoolbag, a pen, and a sky blue scarf from the Baiyinwula Supply and Marketing Cooperative.I want to covertly help Somya solidify that lie.why not?Why let the spark of fantasy in this girl under ten be extinguished?Let her continue imagining me as her father, and I will devote my life to playing this role.Perhaps, this is more important and urgent for me than for her.

However, I have found that things will not be so simple.Because she was staring at me more stubbornly, with those piercing eyes.She wasn't any happier or more childish. I remembered that in the city, I once saw a picture of a friend's daughter at a friend's.It was a color photo printed on large Kodak photo paper sent from the United States. In the photo, the girl was about the same size as Qi Qige. She was brought to that paradise by her mother who had divorced her father.In that color photo, I saw the girl wearing a jumper with "HAPPY" printed on the chest.I am actively playing with a group of yellow-haired and blue-eyed children.She was smiling so happy and happy.I once felt that she forgot her father and her motherland so carefree.But its style is completely different.Her clothes were ragged and her matted hair was matted into mats.With strenuous strides and waving hands, she brought a bucket full of water from the lake.She hugged her brother who was not much younger than herself, which made people laugh and hurt.She silently took the schoolbag, pen and headscarf I bought, and then silently went to the side to flip through the textbooks. She looked at me with clear and serious eyes from time to time, as if she was having an endless debate with my heart .

I understand that this kind of wound left deep in the heart of a child will not heal. This scar will bleed and ache as they go through the world. I hate the ugly power that created this wound. Is there anything more Is this a more serious injury? Somiya also forgot her sadness since dawn that day.When she came to school, I saw excitement, even beaming, on her face.She approached the noble black-and-white Dutch dairy cow and patted its forehead affectionately.The cow turned its satin neck and waited for her with wide, intelligent eyes and gentle eyes.She knelt down and set the barrel firmly on the skirt of her robe.Swish, swish, the snow-white milk slurry shoots to the bottom of the barrel one by one.The other cows also walked over slowly, and stood in a circle around her, waiting for their turn.She waved her arms, shook her upper body and squeezed hard, with a peaceful smile on her face.I stood outside the wall and watched her, fascinated.The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and a large group of children rushed forward with noisiness, their little heads exposed in a row on the wall.They chatted and argued, and greeted Somia with clear and clear childish voices.Somia filled the keg, and the children yelled deafeningly and stretched out their arms to her desperately.She handed the milk bucket to the children, instructed them with a smile, and watched them take the milk bucket to the kitchen. The bell rang again, and the children ran back to the classroom with a lot of noise. A group of screaming children seemed to fly away outside the fence. bird.

Somiya fastened the ring door, and walked to the dormitory for the children in the pastoral area where they were staying.There, she had soaked a lot of curtains and sheets to be washed in the lake water I brought.The morning sun has already risen high on Baiyinwula Mountain.These rows of simple earthen houses on the shore of Nuogainur Lake gradually showed a stable order and vitality of labor.Somia was washing her clothes, brushing the hair on her face with her wet hands, and chatting casually with people passing by.With the sun shining on her sunburnt cheeks and dark eyes, she looked serene, confident, and calm.Soon, ropes were stretched from the trunk of the poplar tree, and the washed sheets were flying in the wind on the ropes, like rows of flags.Somiya stood up with difficulty, beat her back lightly, and staggered towards the mud house by the lake with heavy steps. She picked up a piece of wire, a few pieces of cow dung and wood on the ground. The old woman brought her sons home, and by the way fed a young goat raised by that family.She lit the stove and smashed the tea bricks with an axe.The whole family sat around on the kang, and the milk tea was boiling in the iron pot.

I watched her every move for a long time.I felt as if I had seen her past life, and also saw clearly the life she would continue to live in the future. The day before I left, Dawacang came back with his carriage.At noon that day, Teacher Lin from the school came and invited our family to her dormitory for lunch. We three adults led four children and sat around her kang table one by one.At this time, the female teacher giggled happily and told us a piece of news with a blushing face: "Ah, listen! The school just finished a meeting. At the meeting, it was decided that sister Somia will be turned into a full-time employee! Well, I heard that you are specially asked to manage the internal affairs of the students. Sister Somiya, do you know? In the future, The children are going to call you 'teacher'!" she shouted happily, and quickly placed the steaming steamed buns on the table. "Well, I'm so happy! Haha! Hey—Boss Che! Why are you staring?"

She yelled at Dawacang.The coachman shook his head disapprovingly, and picked up his glass.Said to me: "Hey, brother Baiyin Baolige. You see, she can also be a teacher! It is very likely that tomorrow she will send me to be the secretary of the autonomous region. Sigh!" The female teacher laid out the dishes, scolded Dawacang and said, "Don't be shy! What are you? You can drink except for driving a cart. But sister Suomia, during the meeting, some teachers said that as long as Suomia is here, Boarding students won’t feel homesick.” Somia sat panicked and shy, rubbing her chopsticks uneasily, forgetting to eat.She stared blankly at the sons and daughters who were devouring food, and didn't say a word for a long time.Later, she cried out as if she had just woken up: "Ouch! I made a mistake... How could I, how could I call my teacher!"

She dropped her chopsticks and covered her face with her hands.However, I have already seen a revived beauty on her face, a rare look that cannot be concealed by shyness and nervousness.Teacher Lin was talking and laughing, adding food for the children and wine for our men.While eating, Qi Qige flipped through a comic book.Dawacang drank a glass of wine and was busy teaching his son who was waiting for an opportunity to make trouble. Only Suomiya sat in the corner, quietly lost in thought.What is she thinking?The governess was talking and laughing, and the husband was drinking.She just cast a blank glance at them, and then fell into her own reverie.Perhaps now she felt tired and tired for the first time, and had a chance to rest for the first time.She must be peacefully thinking about those difficult years, thinking about the bitterness that is about to fade away.Her expression was relaxed, and she seemed to be staring at something with bewildered eyes, which were full of love and kindness that made me feel novel.you've changed.My Shana, my morning-like girl.Like all the girls on the prairie, you have also walked the winding path in the grass and experienced the joy, hardship, endurance and humiliation that they all experienced.You are gone forever, and a new woman has matured on the grassland.

"In the last sentence of the ancient song, the rider finally found out that the woman he found on the green mountain ridge covered with blue-gray aike grass was not the sister he was looking for. When I was a child, when I heard these two sentences When I sang the long tune, I was puzzled. Later, when I was an adult, when I hummed this song in memory of Somia, I always thought that this ancient song was beautifully sublimated here. It Using the bland word "not" ended the endless suspense with great force, creating infinite sentimental artistic conception and simple and tragic beauty.

However, this time, when I really followed the rhythm of this ancient song and personally experienced the life summarized in the song, I couldn't help thinking deeply again. The next morning, I took Gang Ga by the hand.Hara, farewell to Dawacang, Qiqige and the children.Somiya accompanied me, led the horse around the clear morning water of Nuogainur Lake, and walked slowly up the path leading to the place where the flag was placed. I chatted with her as cheerfully as possible, talking about my work and life in the Animal Husbandry Department of the Autonomous Region.Of course, many things were discussed, including how to raise and educate Qi Qige who is growing up.That morning, there was a pale white fog flowing low over the lake, and the moist clouds in the sky stretched into long thin threads, connecting with the lake fog at the sheltered place of the canyon.Only the huge reddish sun behind the sky is silently rising, throwing bunches of reddish light through the fog and slanting towards the blue water surface.

Somia walked beside me with her head bowed, her robe was wet with dew, and I turned around on a piece of marianne grass where the path began to stretch up the hillside.I was determined not to create that sentimental parting, so I said "Good-bye, Somia," and leaped onto the horse. "Bapa!" Suomi Ya suddenly shouted heart-stirringly. I trembled all over, and suddenly pulled back the horse restraints.This is the first and last time I heard her call me so affectionately. Somia hurried up a few steps, grabbed the bridle with both hands, and said out of breath: "I have something on my mind, no, I have a request, I don't know if I should say it----she stared hopefully at My eyes hesitated for a moment, and suddenly I said to me in a warm and excited tone: "If, if you have a child in the future, and... if she doesn't dislike it, then send that child... Send the child to me!understand?I will give it back to you when I grow up! Tears welled up in her eyes. "You know.I can no longer have children.But, I can't stand it!I gotta have a baby to hold!I always felt like I couldn't live without a baby like that... I've been planning to adopt one.Ah, you will get married and work a lot in the future, promise me that you will have a child and send it here!I'll raise it up and give it back to you..."

I listened to her confession in shock. I think of my grandma.I thought of the many philosophies that my grandma always told in a serious manner, but I made a grimace and laughed at them.Grandma has been in a long sleep, but I believe at this moment that she must have found real peace.I almost wanted to impulsively say to Somia: "Shanna, my good girl! You will be as kind as grandma in the future!" But I didn't dare to say it.Also, it may not be correct to say so.I just sat frozen in the saddle and listened dumbfounded to what she had to say.I think it is very difficult for a person like me to fully understand everything about them.I stared at Somiji intently.The little girl with the pigtails of sheep’s horns riding a bull with me, the girl with a tight girdle running towards me, the girl in the red glow, and the housewife in the driver’s mud hut all moved like lightning. Passing by before my eyes, I seem to have discerned a trajectory from it, and saw a shocking story of life and humanity. ——Mature quickly!I secretly called myself. I let go of the tightened bit, and Ganga Hala, shaking his black mane all over his neck, rushed forward like flying, leaving the excited wind behind him, with a whistling going away for a long time.I rode up to the horizon, pulling my horse's head around the high hills.In the vast sea of ​​grass, Somiya's tiny back is gloomyly moving towards the other shore.Goodbye, my Shanna, move on to your life.Let me take my longing for you, take our love that will never be tarnished, take the strength and thinking you give me, and open up my future... If I can have a son in the future, I will definitely ride again The black steed has traveled thousands of miles to bring him here, entrust him to you, and let him live with Qiqige, just like my father entrusted me to our dear white-haired grandma.However, I will never be as simple and irresponsible as my father; I want to work with you and use all our strength to let our descendants get more happiness and not be annihilated by the ugly darkness. Ganga Hala galloped along the open hillside.Colleagues from the Planning Department of the Animal Husbandry Department must have completed the investigation in Qili.I'm going to hurry up to meet them and start a new job. At this moment, a sound floated gently from the depths of the universe.It was getting closer, but elusive, like a disturbing message in the thick air over the prairie.When I just identified it, it suddenly flew over mountains and seas, setting off a magnificent storm.I was firmly attracted by it, and the black horse chased after it.Then, from the windy and majestic prelude, a beautiful and sad melody flows out. It undulates fiercely and gently, as if telling the ancient life of the grassland. The desolate and unsophisticated tune that came from the waves struck my heart, and accompanied by the rapid hoofbeats of Ganga Hala, it conveyed our feelings to the vast prairie.In the thick music played by the sky and the earth, I sang in a low voice, starting from the first stanza of the ancient song, and sang until the word "not" at the end. When my long tune and the lingering lingering sound of all the music finally quietly died away, I rolled off the saddle and threw my body into the lush green grass.I quietly kissed this bitter grass, kissed this patch of footprints and passionate love between Suomia and me, this beautiful red glow that I will never forget, and the big field that stretched the life of my loved ones grassland.I cried quietly, and on the green grass stems and young leaves, there were my rich tears of farewell to the past.I want to pour out everything that has been in the past, and then greet tomorrow with a richer and moister heart, just like the shepherd riding a black horse in an ancient song.