Chapter 3 Her third child is back -1

Universities, middle schools and primary schools, all classes were suspended, a revolution broke out The siren of the pier by the river blew for less than an hour, and my mother never thought that the third child of her family walked in.His face was originally pale, but now it is vegetable green, his eye circles are darkened, his body has grown a head, but has become thinner, as if he will fall down when the wind blows.The big luggage bag on the shoulder is about to break the thin collarbone.When he saw his mother, his eyes were red, and he opened his mouth several times, but he didn't say anything.The eldest brother had taught him well beforehand, and he only said that Shanghai was short of food and mobilized the population to return to their hometowns.Mother has many things to worry about, but she must be strong, so she must not say that she will be expelled from school.But when he was in front of him, he couldn't say anything.Seeing this scene, my mother's mind thumped. Although she didn't understand anything, she understood everything.She didn't ask, just said: "Wash and go!"

As if he had received a pardon, he obediently walked aside, put down his things, scooped up a basin of water, and began to wash his face.Mom was quietly choosing vegetables. After washing his face, he opened the luggage bag and took out two boxes of snacks: "Brother brought them, one for grandpa and one for mom." Mom glanced at the dim sum and said, "Boss is spending money again." She didn't say anything more. The rite of returning home was simply and smoothly concluded, and he was home again.After leaving for these two years, the house seemed darker and more gloomy.He lies in the back room and reads every day.The Ailanthus tree in the courtyard was so tall that it blocked the window.He read the thick books one after another with the few rays of light leaking in through the cracks of the leaves: "Ji Gong Biography",,.He only leaves the room for three meals a day and two summons from his grandfather. The rest of the time he spends in the room, lying on the bamboo couch, reading and thinking about things.He didn't seem to have anything on his mind, he just leaned blankly, thinking of nothing.There is a sound flowing in the ears, it is the sound of the cello.He often played a cello etude in his head all day and all night, going up and down like stairs.Take two steps, and move forward like a step back.When you reach the highest point, you turn around and walk down. You still take two steps and take one step back in circles. It is endless and will never end.No matter what he was doing, eating, sleeping, reading, being inspected by the master, the etude just repeated without interruption.He wanted to play the piano very, very much, but he was too inferior to think about it. He thought he had no right to think about it.Moreover, the memory of the cello is accompanied by painful humiliation and despicable crime, or in other words, painful humiliation and despicable crime are accompanied by the memory of the cello.He hoped that none of this had happened, it was just a wild dream.Only by deluding himself into thinking that none of that happened before could he possibly spend the day in peace.

However, in fact, everything happened, and it is a real dream that everything did not happen.Only in the back room, under the shadow of the Ailanthus tree, can the dream be at ease.As soon as you go out and walk to the street, the sun is shining all over your body, and it is so brilliant that it is dazzling. The siren of the pier by the river will sound long and short, and a few acquaintances will come to meet you and say hello, and the dream will wake up.Therefore, he needs this darkness more than before, needs the protection of this darkness, even though he hates it.He simply can't go to the street, even if he buys a box of matches or a bottle of soy sauce, he can't do it.When the grandfather summoned his grandson, he turned to him specifically and said, "Sit in meditation? Or read the scriptures? After two years in Shanghai, have you lived such a dignified life? So strange?" Then he smiled miserably.He felt his mother's gaze, watching worriedly, but remained silent without raising his head.He has lived in Shanghai for the past two years, and there have been no other changes, but he no longer values ​​his grandfather so much, which is also strange to him.Now he is in awe of grandpa, all because of his mother, and also because of habit.He had made a bold imagination, that is, if he put his majestic grandpa in the crowd of Huaihai Road in Shanghai, then, grandpa would definitely appear small.While realizing the insignificance of his grandfather, he also realized his own insignificance, so he was at a loss, not knowing how he came to this world and what he was here for.In the dark room, in the light flickering through the gaps in the leaves of the eucalyptus tree, he felt nothingness, and his heart was filled with sorrow.He thinks he is very small, but in reality he considers himself too important. In the shadow of darkness, he freely and arbitrarily expands his humiliation, despicableness, grievance and sorrow.

The sound of the cello is always in the ear, all the time, singing the same etude, deep and deep in the lower part, vigorous and vigorous in the higher part, interspersed with the siren of the riverside pier.The voice harassed him, making him uneasy even in his dreams. One day, he heard his grandfather's crutch hitting his mother's back. He decided that it was all because of his fault, so he fell on the pillow and cried sadly.Tears are like a flood that has broken its embankment, and it can no longer be restrained.He was full of despair and discouragement in his heart. The world was full of innocent misfortunes, and there was no joy at all.He almost bled his eyes from crying, and he couldn't cry anymore, so he stopped slowly.He lay softly on the bamboo couch, but his heart was clear, and he even became a little happy.The Ailanthus tree rustled and swept the window lattice, sweeping the blood-red sunset into the window one by one.His limbs were weak, but his heart was extremely clear, as if tears had washed away all impurities.

After all, he is only seventeen years old, no matter how slender he is, he still has plenty of fresh vitality, the gloom is only temporary, and there is more hope.Before he has wiped out this hope bit by bit, he will surely go a long way, enjoy much joy and suffer much pain. The siren of the riverside pier whistled faintly, like a mysterious recall. In the city at the mouth of Huanghai Bay, the girls from Jingu Lane went to school.The schoolbag on her back was made from cloth cut out by herself, and her mother embroidered a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water, which looked like they could come to life with just a breath.The girl was wearing pink elastic socks, bright red velveteen flower shoes, and a trousers jacket with bright yellow bottom and small floral flowers.Step by step, he walked out on the gravel road.The girls in the same class were unwilling to go with her, for fear of comparing themselves, they would compare her even more.She didn't pay much attention to these things, she held her head up slightly, her braids were neither too long nor too short, and the ends of her braids were curled like two hydrangeas with torch scissors, with small round shoulders.Step by step, stepping on a straight line with your heels, you go to school.

The children in the classroom are not as sharp and handsome as her, and they also sit upright and speak clearly.The teacher liked her at first sight, and appointed her as the class monitor, shouting to stand up before each class, and leading the team out of the school gate after school.She is so well-behaved that the teacher takes everything to heart.The teacher said that the teaching whip was not easy to use, so when she got home, she pestered her uncle to make a new one, wrapped it with a flower rope, and sent it to the teacher.I didn't talk much about sending it, I just said that there was a bamboo pole at home, and my mother wrapped it with flower thread and asked to send it to the teacher.The teacher went to the barber shop on Sunday to have a new haircut. The next day, she came to class blushing and embarrassed. After class, she said to the teacher: "I look like a person in a movie when I grow up. It’s going to be hot.” ​​The teacher treated her like a darling.On National Day, the school holds a general meeting, and every class has a program.The teacher asked the students to report by themselves, and all the students in the classroom were shy, wanting to report but embarrassed to report, for fear that others would show off the limelight.She was the only one who raised her hand frankly. The teacher pointed her up, and she walked up to the podium step by step, stood up first, then bowed, and then put her hands on her chest and sang "Beautiful Havana, where is my home!" ".The sound is sweet and crisp, and there is no treble that cannot be reached.The teacher specially left her behind and choreographed the movements specially, and she learned them all in just one pass, and she did it perfectly, except that the little fingers, like the tips of bamboo shoots, were raised high.The teacher felt uncomfortable when he saw it, but he couldn't say anything.

This is the most popular show at the celebration.There was a loud slap in the auditorium. She bowed and bowed again and again. After bowing, she straightened up and walked down without haste.She stood up and looked at her from high class to low class. She was proud, her face was not showing, and she seemed a little impatient, but her steps were not chaotic at all. She walked back to her class step by step, sat down firmly, and raised her head. In the stands, it seemed like he didn't feel anything. Three hundred miles to the west, in the small miscellaneous woods, shadowy kung fu practitioners with swords, guns, swords and clubs were shining brightly, shouting loudly and softly, singing like the erhu was crying.

Lane, the school, was promoting the paths of Xing Yanzi and Dong Jiageng, and he signed up.It was approved a week later, and a hundred or so young people wore big red flowers, took a train, and left.When the train left the city and walked on the vast fields, his heart suddenly felt relieved.He opened half the car window, letting the wind blow his long hair, and the students in the car were singing. The field he went to was next to Anhui, and next to Shandong.Originally, the main plant was wheat, but now it is changing from drought to water, and the trouser legs are rolled up high into the underground paddy fields, and they walk on the thin ridges like acrobatics with rice seedlings.He worked tirelessly, picking heavy jobs, slipped down the ridge several times, and couldn't get up like a mud monkey. Everyone smiled and stretched out their hands to him, pulled him up, and pushed him home to change clothes.He insisted not to return, picked up the burden and went on.Wrapped in wet clothes, he trembled after a while.Then, it was slowly dried by the sun and the heat of the body. The moment the hot clothes were peeled off the body was so comfortable that even the bones were hot.I fell asleep on the bed at night, every joint was sore and I couldn't move.But the soreness comforted him, and he felt at ease from the bottom of his heart.Waking up in the morning was like a punishment. He gritted his teeth and stood up, put down his feet, looked for his shoes, and finally stood up.Take a step.He worked even more desperately than the previous day, his bones cracked, and he felt happy listening to it.The burden crushed the person out of shape, made countless bends, but finally did not get down.It is said that he is risking his life, and that he is an honest child.He lives alone but hardly needs to cook, and every family in the village sends him pickles.Stink beans, pickled garlic, dried radish.If someone came to the house and cut the meat and weighed the fish, he must be invited to go. Firstly, he felt sorry for his frail body, and secondly, it would add some face to have a student from the city as his company.

This is a new life, and everything in the past recedes, hidden in the shadow of memory.He was glad that he came in the right place, the years before he came were so unbearable to look back on.He has a new feeling, everything in the past has been liquidated, and a new life begins here. His skin was tanned and had grown firm.Although he still doesn't like to talk, his expression is much more relaxed.I work during the day, and at night, I chat with the young people in the village about the stories and knowledge of the city, or go to play with the classmates in the neighboring team.When I came back, the bright moon was shining brightly, the water in the ditch was gurgling, the scorpions were rustling, and a dog was barking mischievously in the distance.He walked on the snow-white road illuminated by the moon, the ground was soaked with dew, and the soles of his feet felt soft and elastic through the cloth soles.He couldn't help humming a song, and it took him a while to realize what he was humming. It was the cello etude.The past suddenly came to my heart.On this moonlit night, the shadow of the past talked a lot, but it was slightly bitter, and this bitterness fit his peaceful state of mind just right.Frogs croaked in the paddy field, and he recalled the past events one by one.Facing the past, he suddenly lost the fear and humiliation, only a little pain.The pain couldn't hurt him anymore, he was much stronger than then.When he was able to do farm work lightly and like a game, he even thought that he should do something else so as not to waste his life.

It just so happened that a female teacher from the brigade elementary school went with the army, leaving a vacancy for him to fill.He teaches Chinese, arithmetic, nature, and geography in grades four, five, and six.Later, he discovered that there was an accordion with forty-eight bass keys in the school, found some books on the introduction to the accordion, and actually played a tune.So, he started teaching music lessons to the whole class again.Every night, after correcting homework, he sat alone in the open space in front of the school and played the accordion. This was his happiest time.

He has his own special way of playing the accordion. He doesn't agitate the bellows intentionally, but just lets the bellows move naturally.The right hand moves like stroking on the keys, and every note sounds slightly but truly, never bluffing.The left hand touched the bass key, and never moved it unless it was absolutely necessary.The simple and clean melody played by the high-pitched keys, like the sound of a flute, is lingering endlessly, but unexpectedly joined the low-pitched ensemble.The sound of the piano gradually became active, with a natural impulse, and the bass keys gradually played a light and powerful rhythm.When the passion surged and could no longer be suppressed or raised, there was a roar that shocked the soul, and the roar stopped abruptly, and there was silence all around, like weeping, and the brisk melody that seemed to be resentful but touched the ground And rise. He slept with his head on the speaker, half closed his eyes, didn't think about anything, and gave all his thoughts to Qin.His fingers told the keys, and the keys responded to him until late at night, when he suddenly raised his head and woke up, the three stars were already in the west, and the sky was full of twinkling stars, as if they surrounded him. The little girl can tease with men, and she speaks compelling words, but also knows the importance, she is worthy of being the daughter of Jingu Lane, she is outstanding. She is so big at the entrance of Huanghai Bay, she can dress up, she doesn't even look down on the style of North Xuzhou, she only learns from the movies.A pair of braids were combed backwards, almost facing each other, braided to the end, tied with a big bow with a piece of red silk, hanging on the slender waist, looking western.Two days later, the pattern was changed, and the two braids were separated; one on the left and one on the right, like a maid in an ancient opera, and a red comb is inserted on the right, which is pretty.Two days later, I changed it again, picked a side seam, tied a strand of red hair rope on the top of the head, and weaved it into the braid along the way. The braid left one and the right one, neither front nor back, and a row of bangs in front of the forehead. Son, like a country girl, showing innocence and tenderness.People's eyes can't keep up with her patterns, and they feel that she is ever-changing, and she can't catch the exact shape no matter what, like a fairy.However, how to look at how good.The little male classmates in the class called her "coquettish" and "bourgeois-looking" in front of others, but secretly gave her things behind her back, such as colored pencils, transparent rulers, and snow-white writing paper. She didn't even lift her eyelids: "No." "Why don't you do it? It's fine!" said the boy. "Okay, keep it to yourself." "Here you are." "No." She didn't move her eyelids. The boy became angry: "Don't forget it!" But she turned her eyes again, her eyes were dark and shining, swimming in her eyelids, with an endless smile: "Why are you annoyed?" He was embarrassed. This is from her mother.That's how her mother treated her uncle.A good face is a treasure, it can't be taken out easily, but it can't be too much, it has to be shown at this time, otherwise, the treasure will become worthless and worthless.This "time" is all in my mother's heart, and every second cannot be missed.Get it right, and all men will become slaves.But if you get really annoyed and leave as soon as you let go, you won't be able to do anything about it.Uncles are all mother's slaves, and mother's happiness and anger towards uncle are all in the rhythm.It's very interesting to read, and sometimes I want to learn and experiment.It worked, she was very happy. During the spring outing, the teacher took him to Huaguo Mountain and climbed to Shuilian Cave. They all felt that Shuilian Cave was too small and imposing. It didn't look like the hall of the Monkey King.But she insisted, saying that the entrance of the cave was blocked by later generations, and the inside was deep and large, because there were people doing shameless and scandalous things in it, polluting the holy place and breaking the atmosphere.She heard it from her uncle.Everyone was curious and asked what kind of thing it was to do it in this cave. She sneered disdainfully, laughing that they didn't even understand this.In fact, she didn't know it herself.There was a little boy who didn't believe it, and even argued with her. She thought he was interesting, so she said, let's drill in together and knock on the stone wall. If it is blocked, it should be an empty echo. If it is not, the sound should be real. So the two got in and knocked on the stone wall.The little hand clapped on the stone, and before she scratched her ears, she said, "Listen, it's not an empty voice." The little boy listened carefully, and was confused, but the girl unexpectedly kissed him on the mouth with a smirk. After taking a sip, I felt my lips became hot and wet. I didn't know what it meant, but the girl blushed and hurriedly exited the cave entrance to chase the team. Her heart was beating loudly, she was very happy. Huaguo Mountain has neither flowers nor fruits, a barren mountain without even a shadow of people. Three hundred miles to the east, there is a small county, which is obviously adjacent to Jinan Prefecture, but it is under the jurisdiction of Nanjing Prefecture; it is obviously close to the Yellow Sea, but it is called Qinghai, which makes people laugh out loud. There is a small forest in the city. Every morning in the forest, people practice martial arts, hang their voices, practice the piano, and sing the erhu as if crying. At that time, classes in universities, middle schools and primary schools were all suspended and there was a revolution.