Chapter 6 06

Plums are always in my caregiver's field of vision. She is very far away from me, once far away without a trace.But then she appeared again, like the mast of a ship on a long voyage, revealed on the horizon.The sea of ​​my heart is surging, and she can always flash in the mist. Is this care love?Yes.This is loving care. I've been disappointed at times by her stubbornness and short-sightedness.It made me feel doubly attached to her.I worry about a little life, how inappropriate it is to be left in the chaos.Fortunately, she has been staying with her parents.That's the best care you get.

I went back to the plains again and again, and ended up staying here; it was as if I came here to find my parents... I had no parents in that city—did Meizi think of this? She loves me, but she doesn't think that a man is being slowly killed by a city.Forgive me, I must go. In this turbulent era, I inevitably entered into a special attrition.Go away, go away, let me settle down for a while, let me wrap up thoroughly.Let me be able to meditate quietly, and be able to accompany the memories of yesterday... Bai Hui, I may have said too much... This winter is too long.I don't remember any winter that made me so hopeless and lonely.And I expected it intuitively: the really long winter was yet to come.

It's a little unfortunate that the vineyard has welcomed this season with me.For several days in a row, all the people in the hut were dispatched to strengthen and cultivate the vines.Otherwise they will freeze to death in the long winter.The peculiarity of this winter is also the capriciousness of the climate: sometimes it freezes three feet, and sometimes it suddenly thaws.Then there was a huge cold that hit violently-this kind of plants are the easiest to freeze to death, and people can't stand it. The spotted tiger was running around in the frost, with a serious expression, as if all the plants and people, including the stone piles in the vineyard, needed its care.It looked here for a while, then went to observe there, very hastily and earnestly.He is burly, a big dog among dogs.Usually it is unsmiling, but whenever people in the garden go out, even if it is only for half a day, when they come back, it will rush over excitedly.At that time, its body twisted into a flower, every hair was trembling, and its tongue kept licking your hands and clothes.The process is often lengthy, and it's always the person who first alienates and calms its agitation.I have often been ashamed and puzzled by its immense excitement.I know we humans can't do it - children are a little bit better, but still not as good as them.Why does it have such a great passion?How much warmth of family affection does it usually accumulate and receive in its heart?Doesn't it see the hypocrisy, arrogance and clumsiness of human beings at all?Humans really deserve it and its partners so emotional?They are so simple and tolerant.

I love them for that. In this harsh winter, apart from adding soil to the trees in the garden, there are more firewood fuel, reading, warming up around the fire and telling stories.The tiger always listens to the story quietly - probably none of us thinks he can't understand. What a pair of big, intelligent eyes are staring at you, won't it understand?It also scowles at sad stories and smiles mischievously at happy ones. This winter, there is almost no news from friends far away.They disappear so quickly.I have no intention of doing anything when I think about them.What are they doing on a snowy day?Beside the bright red fire, I feel so comfortable.Several innocent friends have gone far away, and they didn't even have time to say goodbye to me.

In this special time, people are finding their own way.It was originally the same piece of land, but under the cutting of the crazy waves, some lonely islands were soon separated. Would love to hear news about them.Have they contacted you?A few are also your friends. The ice by the sea is as big as a boat, and it crashes and falls into several pieces. Days like this remind me of my childhood—at that time, the four seasons were distinct, and winter really looked like it, with snowy mountains and icebergs... But how could winter be so pleasant at that time? Do you still remember the wonderful winters?

You told me about going skiing on your father's back... Yeah, it's hard to forget your father.You rarely talk about your mother, because she left this world when she was very young, and you have no memory.But my mother always shines in front of my eyes... How many days in a row did I go outside alone.As long as there is no wind, I put on my hat and scarf and come out.The heavy snow stopped, and there was a thick layer on the ground.I walked far and far, to the great sandy beach north of the hut, to the chains of dunes here and there.At this time, there was no one on the snow field.

Can you imagine such a quiet snow field? On the big beach, there are fishing shops near the sea, and in each shop there is an old man drinking in silence. When approaching the sea, you can feel a slight warmth.Will there be a completely different winter on the other side of the rippling sea? I miss my friends so much. ...still telling stories around the fire.It will be very pleasant for you to be with us at this time.The sound of the stove is the most comforting thing in winter.Potatoes and yams, which we grew in the garden, were cooking on the stove.The night was very long, and it was almost late at night that everyone left reluctantly, and had to eat something before breaking up.

Bell and the fourth brother told many interesting stories.Their stories are all personally experienced, and they always make me and I laugh out loud, or are deeply surprised.My fourth brother knows more about this forest in the northwest of the plain than I do.Because he lived here until he was a teenager, and was later taken to the Northeast by an uncle of his family.I was very young when he returned home after his injury. Ring said that his man was wandering around the villages on both sides of the river with a bad leg, causing a lot of trouble.At that time, he was a down and out ghost who didn't ask for anything. Because he had a pension, he didn't participate in collective labor, and became a well-known idler.He gradually became the leader of a gang of bums—poor, shabby fellows from the hills or towns of the South, all of whom were fascinated by the crutch.What the fourth brother said and what they listened to, they all responded in unison.They went to the river to bathe and touch fish together, went to the beach to help people pull nets, and sometimes went to the garden to steal fruits.When the people in the village saw those people with luggage rolls and dusty faces, they said, "That's the fourth child of the kidnapper!"These people, all of them are good-hearted, mean-spirited, and love to sing indiscriminately, and when they see the girls and daughter-in-laws who come out to wash clothes in the village, they will yell and scream...

When the bell said this, he clapped his chubby hands and laughed. I knew that she was the fourth brother who followed when he was wandering by the river.I heard it before: there was a very domineering headman in that village, he was the devil king of the whole village, and he had the final say on everything.Whether it is recruitment, dividends, serving as a soldier, building a house, or even buying meat and slaughtering pigs, it is up to him to decide.One of his catchphrases is: "It's okay if you don't serve uncle well?" No matter who he is, he is always called "uncle". The word "serve" includes a lot of content, running errands for him, delivering letters, treating his shoulders (he often suffers from shoulder pain), delivering fresh fish, and sleeping with him are all considered "serving".All the women in the village have to "serve" him, and no one dares to neglect him.The most hateful thing is that in some families, a total of three girls, including the girl's mother, have "served" him one after another.

One day, the village leader came back from a meeting outside. As soon as he entered the village, he met the bell ringing to call off work and go home.It was too hot that day, and the clothes that Lingling was wearing were thin and small. The head of the village looked at it for a while and said, "Go slowly, is it okay to talk to Uncle?"The head of the village came up to touch her breasts, and she begged "uncle", but "uncle" became angry and scolded: "Look at your bear!" After scolding, he walked away with his hands behind his back.Knowing that he had caused a catastrophe, the bell couldn't help calling out: "Uncle..."

"Uncle" stopped, turned around and yelled angrily: "After supper, uncle went to Shahewan to take a bath, go rub your back for uncle." It was getting dark, and the bell rang so panicked that I didn't eat any food.Mom asked her what happened?She just doesn't answer.Then the moon rose, and she dared not delay any longer, so she shuffled out. She walked out of the village alone.When she got to the river, the water was shining, she really wanted to plunge into it and never come out again.There is a river bend more than 200 meters ahead, and the head of the village is splashing in the water, waiting for her.She was afraid of that fat, panting guy, and wished she could stab him to death with a knife.Thinking of this, she sat down and refused to leave, tears wet the sand under her feet. At this moment, someone walked over humming a song, approached, and saw that it was the limping figure.She stood up quickly. There were two or three other people beside the kidnapper, all carrying rag rolls.Bell knew that this crutch was a wanderer, and had heard a lot about him, so she was not afraid of him. The kidnapper asked: "Why are you crying? The big girl is chubby!" If someone asks that, she won't pay attention.But Kidnap loves to joke by nature. She didn't answer, just cried.The kidnapper asked again, and she pointed to the river bend and explained everything.The kidnapper turned his head and said to his companions, "Does your hand itch?" They replied, "Itchy, itchy!" After yelling a few times like this, several people let the ringing bell stay, and then ran to the river bend with their waists bowed. That moonlit night is worth remembering.The head of the village hummed a ditty and lay naked on the white sand.It's very cool in here.There are river willows around, and the river willows will shake when the south wind blows.A black man emerged from the river willow, his outstretched hands were thick and hard. The man didn't bump into the village head right away, but just squatted aside and looked at it.He found that the fellow lying on his back was ferocious and very ugly, with black and large nostrils. He spat on his hand.The head of the village heard the movement, but without opening his eyes, he said: "Fatty is here? Don't be in a hurry to get into the water, just squeeze your neck tendons for the uncle." Hei Han hummed, wrapped his neck with a tiger's mouth, and then couldn't let him go.As soon as the black man tried his best, and the village chief yelled, the black man grabbed a handful of fine sand and stuffed it into his mouth.When he vomited, the black man slapped him hard.After tossing for a while, the village head found an opportunity and kowtowed non-stop.The black man whistled, and three more people came up and carried the village head into the river bend. The village leader drank a full meal in the river bend and vomited everything. A few vagrants found a shallow water, dragged him over there, stomped and tortured him for a long time, the village head was only breathless, probably the fourth brother of the kidnapper stretched out his hand and said "forget it", and let go of his legs. Ran…… That was the scene where the head of the village was bedridden.He no longer dared to find fault with the Ringing family, and never told anyone what tricked him. The head of the village is wilted.Stayed for less than a year.He fell ill and died. Ringing the bell recognized the kidnapper's fourth brother as a benefactor and led him home.When Ringing Bell's mother learned that the leg-abductor also received a national disability subsidy, she said to her daughter, "Why didn't you follow? What a wonderful person!" The fourth brother kidnapper led her away.A fat girl with a slightly dark complexion, always smiling kindly.I don't know how he fell in love with this person at that time.Because there were a lot of girls on both sides of the river who were looking at him at that time-I remember hearing people talk about it when I was a child.Although he has a bad leg, he has a great wit and a very soft heart.He has a long face, a pair of sharp and bright eyes, and the corners of the eyes are very long. It is difficult for anyone to forget him as long as he looks at him. Anyway, the bell followed him.They built a small mud hut on a vacant lot at the edge of the village—and lived there until our vineyard.In this way, the fourth brother of the kidnapper ended his wandering life, and settled down with a woman in the house. The ringing of the bell is considered a good time.Women similar to her are far less fortunate than her.The story of that village head is really sensational, but those who are familiar with this area will understand that this is not a rare thing. The countryside is too vast.Its immensity and its misery have always terrified me. A vineyard is not an isolated island.The winds from all directions are blowing in, carrying all kinds of messages.Unbelievably bad news keeps coming.Under such circumstances, people can't help thinking: People, why did they have to be born and devote themselves to such a life?Now that it has been invested, what can be done? On this winter night, during this time of telling stories, we would occasionally hear a callsign from a distance—that is an inexplicable scream that resounds from time to time, and we have long been used to it: only a spotted tiger can hear the sound of the wind. Catch it just in time, and leap from the fireside.It ran into the thick snow-covered yard, staring heavily into the distance. This night is full of wind and snow everywhere... It was getting dark, and the fourth brother was going to hold firewood under the wall of the west courtyard, when he suddenly found a person poking his head at the gate of the courtyard.He opened the door, and saw a middle-aged man, not a few years older than me, dressed in rags, unable to stand upright, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." When I asked him, he said he was hungry and sleepy, I want to ask for a sip of hot water. The fourth brother let him in, assuming he was a homeless man.During this period of time, there were a lot of homeless people on the plain. They all escaped from the flooded and drought-stricken areas in the south, and there were also a few urban refugees.This man had a long face and a very black beard. His cotton clothes were thick and dirty. They were tied with a rope, and a large cloth roll was tied on his back as usual.This is a typical bum.But when the fourth brother gave him a bowl of water and he turned his face, the look in his eyes shocked me. It was a deep, sharp look. This man is not like a normal tramp.I knew there was something strange about his gaze that struck me... Maybe I misunderstood and was too sensitive, but I will never forget that gaze. The sad appearance of the homeless man soon moved the two women.The drum forehead and the ring bell are all vying to get him something delicious.The tramp took it, looked at me and the fourth brother, said "thank you" softly, and swallowed it. "Thank you" - I never remember the average homeless person saying "thank you" when being offered food and water! After eating, he immediately became much more energetic.He took a deep breath of the warm air in the house, glanced at the stove, and sat down.He closed his eyes, paused for a while as in meditation, and opened them immediately to ask: "Can I rest overnight in the hut? I'm too tired from walking. If I have a good night's rest, I can go far tomorrow..." His eyes fixed on me expectantly.He could tell at a glance who was the main person in the room, and how clever he was. I hesitate.Logically speaking, there is no need to consider this, and there is not much we can do for him.But this time the plain is too chaotic, and there are too many painful lessons, I don't know how to judge the person in front of me.At this moment, I noticed that the little drum was looking at the feet of the tramp——I lowered my head and saw the toes that were bleeding from the cold in the broken boot with a big gap... My heart beat so strongly that I almost blurted out—" You just stay..." At night we specially set aside a room with a heated kang for him, instead of letting him sleep in a thatched hut.We also found out a pair of old boots from Brother Si and gave them to him.At dinner, Bell cooked a few dishes, especially a pot of potato stew, which made the homeless sweat dripping from eating.He sat in the corner without saying a word, watching us. I felt that special gaze again. I wanted to ask him something, but I held back. It was daylight, and he got up to say goodbye.We asked him to keep him for breakfast, but he refused.Then Bell and Drum offered him some cooked potatoes, which he accepted. When we parted, he shook my hand tightly and patted my fourth brother affectionately on the back.he's gone.I took a good look at his back, and found that it was a very tall and straight body. "Man, it's really not easy!" When I turned around, I heard the bell muttering to the forehead. What a kind woman.Is it easy for women?Women in this day and age are not easy... I heard a puffed forehead answering the bell in a low voice: "Men are all pitiful..." When she said this, she frowned, looking extremely heavy.The little guy is so weak, but he is caring and sympathetic to a man who is much bigger and stronger than her.Man is so ashamed. At noon, two solemn-looking people came to our garden.They glanced around the courtyard dignifiedly and mysteriously before stepping into the middle room.It's as if they are the masters here, and they don't mean to be humble at all.Banhu gave an unhappy "woo", and they immediately shouted: "Take care of it." The fourth brother squinted his eyes in displeasure, "Where is the guest?" The tall man didn't answer, but asked instead, "Who is in charge?" I take a step forward.The tall man looked at me and asked, "Is anyone staying here overnight?" I was taken aback and nodded. "Do you know each other?" the short man asked again. My fourth brother and I shook our heads.The fourth brother said: "The passers-by are freezing and starving to death, so I should borrow a night's sleep..." The two snorted and probed their heads to look from room to room.After reading it, the tall man took out a small notebook and wrote it down for a while, then asked, "What time did he leave? What did he say? Did he say where he was going?" The fourth brother angrily took out the cigarette pot and slammed it on the table.I tell them: "I don't know, it's dawn anyway, I didn't look at my watch; I don't know the rest." My tone is cold.After I finished answering, I took a shovel and shoveled the snow in the yard.I don't know them, and I don't know why they followed that stranger.I'm under no obligation to answer them - I'm disgusted. Then they asked a few more questions, but no one said anything. Impatient, they backed away after a while.I saw their hateful, threatening eyes... Pollution in the bay is getting worse, and it does not appear to be a temporary accident.Fishermen are already thinking of moving east, and further east, all the way across the mouth of the river to the east.The present plain is not what it used to be, and the vague worries are becoming reality. According to the people in the gardening field near us, the mining of several mining areas in the south is extending to the north. Wherever the mining area goes deep, the land will sink.I didn't believe it at first, because who would have the heart to destroy this boundless fertile land?Crops, patches of fruit forests, arbor trees and lush shrubs, as well as all kinds of birds, hares, badgers that depend on them for survival... Who would have the heart to let them all die out? How naive I am.Just look at the turquoise bay being dyed the color of soy sauce, and you should understand all that-the harsher scene will also happen. But I have to say that this is an unprecedented violation and injury on the plain.Neither the fourth brother nor any of the older ones could remember beach plain being ravaged like this! People watched helplessly, extremely angrily and silently.The fourth brother Kidnap held a shotgun, looking worriedly at the field.Beside him is a spotted tiger with the same expression. More and more high-end cars squeeze on the roads of the plains -- which was not common a year ago.Almost all of them are imported cars with unique styles, and cars worth nearly one million yuan or more than one million yuan can be seen here frequently.Why did they drive their car so close to the sea?I looked around as soon as I got out of the car, winked at each other, nodded, ummm... After some inquiries, the people who came by car were not from far away, most of them were small bosses of nearby enterprises, township heads and so on.Looking at their oily faces and ugly gait, and then looking back at the shabby cottages and the ragged crowds, one cannot but feel despair. Does it make sense for people to be angry and recall in despair? I think one person's anger and memories become everyone's, maybe there is a little meaning; otherwise there is nothing to talk about.Also, sometimes anger is unnecessary.Ordinary goodness is also superfluous.I thought of a friend who was hoarse - I used to think he was too much - and today I sort of understood... Another close friend of mine had to be admitted to the hospital with a severe throat problem.He lay there in pain.I went to visit him, and on the way back I couldn't help but chanted—— He yelled non-stop and broke his throat... Does this moaning make sense?It does nothing to ease the pain of a friend. But I still want to sing.Because this should be the first reaction of people, and it is also the most basic.If someone wants to deprive even the most basic rights, or even abuse them, then he can only be an ugly person in the crowd, and an enemy I have to recognize. Yes, enemies are not that hard to find now. Someone repeatedly asked us to be tolerant, tolerant, a hundred tolerant, and it turned out that he himself wanted to betray again and again.Let me say it out loud: no, I will not tolerate it. ... The splendor here may be the last splendor.There is only one corner of the world left - my hometown, my plain... The path in the bushes when I was a child, the pink carnation under the big wild toon tree beside the road, and the fragrant silk tree... I dare not even think about it.If the tide rises and drowns us all together, I will not be surprised or angry at all.This is a riot of beautiful nature.is justice. I will sing the praises of the tide.It is hope and sustenance.The atomic weapon is nothing compared to its power.The tide rises up against the sky, floods the red sun, and gathers in the sea of ​​people's hearts.If only you had seen the dizzy bay here! ＊＊＊ ... Avoiding those "interlocutors", avoiding everything that I am extremely familiar with and extremely unfamiliar, and walking into my own heart.After a long journey--this journey took me at least forty years--how necessary this kind of walking is.During this period, I mainly rely on labor; without labor, I cannot look at my heart... I confide, I talk to myself.The choice of my listener has become very important today. I look at you because you are different from anyone, at least to me. The relationship between a person and a group of people is generally like this: he retreats and approaches, and finally retreats; because he finds that they are roughly the same.What made him confused and painful at this time was that no one could listen to his monologue. He searched and searched hard, and suddenly found that he (she) had already appeared, and he (she) was there!So he started a long story... A person's monologue is equally important as meditation and meditation. From this place I watch, reason, and feel my spiritual and physical needs, and the difference between them, their respective forty years of suffering, enduring, bathing, and enlightening... For me, it is indeed different from other corners.I was born here in a small seaside town, which means that everything I have is given here.The qualities and strengths here will ultimately define me.For a life, where he is born is an extraordinary event, and it is also the will of the gods that cannot be controlled and changed by a person.In this case, my real home can only be here forever; every step I take from now on is a wandering and a vagabond.Only when I return to my hometown can I have the stability and composure like a support, and the possibility of being alone. Midnight sleeplessness is also a precious moment for me.If I am in a different place, insomnia is always very painful.It panics and irritates me.And here alone is an exception.At that time, I slowly unfolded my thoughts, reviewed and comprehended calmly. Human thinking and quiet comprehension are extremely necessary and irreplaceable.If people lack this process, they will become blind and false, that is, they will become what is commonly called "inhuman". Only when people stand alone can they see the truth.This really horrified me and ecstatically delighted me. It is at this moment that one's true strength is born.All that a person comprehends at this moment should be remembered as much as possible. The tides come and go without beginning or end.What a great accompaniment.It accompanies my thinking. After dawn, it is time to return to the daily work.The tools in hand are scissors, shovels, and hoes. They have to deal with excess branches, soil, splash juice, and polish them shiny.Through them, my hands approached other lives and communicated silently; here, all I forgot were ordinary. ...Recently, I often see the face of that tramp, and his eyes that make my heart flutter.Many of my assumptions and doubts were born of him.Isn't the world too small, unbelievably small?I met him on this plain, and we parted hastily.I can't help you--help an unknown acquaintance. Memories of my friends—both known and unknown—are sometimes quite painful.Don't you think so?I often feel sad because a close friend cannot return as scheduled, and I have to miss it deeply, so as to pass the melancholy mood.Some friendships are so strange that when you look at them for a moment you can't help but shiver.This kind of precious friendship will not encounter a lot in one's life...how much strength it has given me, it is difficult for anyone who stays out of it to appreciate. Of course, many times I also feel sad for another kind of friends.It was never me, or not just me, that they betrayed.They left irretrievably, far away.In this world that somewhat requires a little justice and courage to stand up, they finally got down on the ground and adopted the method of walking on all fours. Occasionally, I miss those days of getting along with it, and feel that time is really ruthless.Everything is the result of time erosion. What indiscretions have I fallen into.Things that I would never believe anyway, just happened so naturally.They gathered like a flock of birds during that period of time, and then scattered in all directions, uttering screams of horror. I feel more and more that human beings are divided into different "families", and they come together by relying on some kind of blood connection... ——People who are not of the same clan still cannot get together in the end. What a cold truth.When I understood this, I began to consciously search for my "blood relationship".What a long process.You'll know what I'm talking about. It always thrills me when I think of our long relationship, with its many twists and turns, and our unspeakable past.May this excitement stay with me forever.I always face your tolerance and compassion, muttering to myself.Sometimes my fury and high voice frighten you, but you always soothe me with your eyes.Perhaps one of the important things left in the rest of my life is a confession. Without talking, there will be no tomorrow for me.I'm giving myself over to tell... Those silences are sometimes used to cover up the gushing words.We just have to contemplate what we see and have to admit: this is another way to talk. The plain is silent.But I can often feel its roar like a landslide or a tsunami remotely.When the sea is silent, real anger is about to burst forth.Like our garden dog, spotted tiger, it looks around without saying a word, dead leaves, flowing clouds, and old vines are all in its eyes and chest.But I heard all its mournful whining.When the fourth brother of the kidnapper was smoking alone, his voice shook people's eardrums.He expected so much, everything for our vineyard, for me and my friends, but not for himself.He sent himself and his wife to ring the bell in the simplest way, without any extravagance... I owe the fourth brother and his wife too much, and I will never be able to repay it.All I can do is be forever grateful... This small plain also gave birth to an incredible daughter, she is Xiaoguer.More than once I have described to you her dark eyes, her silence.But these are actually unspeakable.Her drooping forehead, red face, and long glance all make people feel incredible.I recited silently over and over again: what a good plain girl, how healthy and smart; your kindness is unique in this world, and you tolerate everything with compassion... I looked at her and cast my eyes into the distance again and again.I always feel that this little girl looks familiar. She tried to mend my clothes several times, but I refused.I know that I don't have such a high virtue, that is to say, I am not worthy of letting such a pure and clear plain girl work for me-if those delicate hands are pressed on an unclean garment, it will stain it.She always wanted to help me out as much as possible to show that gratitude.But the more she is like this, the more I feel guilty.I can't express it. I often think to myself: what a person encounters on the road of life is really extraordinary.He has to suppress the surprises and sorrows in his heart from time to time, to hold back silently, and to endure and suffer.With the insight that a life should have, I felt the miracle and also the misfortune.For example, the forehead of the small drum is very likely to be a small messenger sent by the gods.She washed away all her lead, and stood beside me in a simple and comfortable manner.