The smell of tung flowers has always lingered in childhood memories. He was six years old that year, and six years old is an age that can engrave time, so he remembered the wind and rain that night. It rained in the middle of the night.The rain made the sound of a gong on the tile basin in the courtyard, first there were two drops of "Boom, Boom", then there were heavy drops of ink, and after a burst of "Bang, Ba, Ba,...", it slanted. It becomes thinner, softer, smoother, and the wetness sticks to the wooden window bit by bit, gradually sweetening. So he smelled the smell of tung flowers.

The tung flowers are very light, fading out of purple, and the purple ones are moistened on the trumpet mouth with water one by one, moistening some purple, but the roots of the stems are white and milky white, and the little bit of sweetness is just Oozing in the tender part of the milk.When the flowers bloom, he pulls the tung flower from the base, and he likes to suck the little bit of white, take a small mouthful, hold the little bit of tooth white, and taste the sweetness with the tip of his tongue.That sweetness grows from the tree, very primitive.He called it "Niang Niang Tian" in his heart.

In the rainy night, he heard the tung blossoms weigh on the wet ground.Slowly, as soon as the bell mouth dropped, the stems loosened, and then they exploded one by one, making a sound of mo-de, mo-de, mo-de...for a while, the rotation slowly Then, the sweetness diffused in the heavy humidity one by one.How nice, that tung flower!In the heavy rainy night, he heard the tung flowers croaking and falling to the ground like black crows, scattered all over the ground.Niang said, the crow is not good, it looks like a grave, it is a "disaster".On the day when the accident happened at Wang Huozi's house, his daughter-in-law ran into a crow calling when she went out.Mother said again, when you see a crow, you have to pooh it!Bah, bah three mouthfuls in a row!This is the way to avoid disaster.However, he still thought of the crow, a very sweet crow.

Then he fell asleep, and fell asleep with the smell of tung flowers on his pillow. When he woke up the next day, the sun was already on his ass.He didn't know when the rain stopped, he just felt that the sun on the wooden window was glowing.He sat up and rubbed his eyes, but suddenly found that his father's face was out of shape.Father never did that.He staggered sideways, with one foot deep and the other shallow, moving back and forth, being inside and outside the room at one time, like a wounded rabbit, or a dizzy one with its wings old hen.His head was shaking like a rattle, and he was muttering and muttering, as if someone had suddenly covered him with donkey dung!

Father said a sentence over and over again, and it was only after he heard it many times that he figured it out.father said: "This has to be said..." "I have to talk about it," said Mother. Talk, what is "talk", what to say? Barefoot, staggering out the door, he found that the pig hadn't been fed yet, the pig was howling in the pen, the yard hadn't been swept, and a broom was thrown abruptly in the middle of the yard... At this moment, he gave a heavy "Yeah" and said in his heart, why did the tree run away? ! Yes, the tree ran away.After a night of wind and rain, his family's tung tree ran away.

The tung tree was planted in the yard very close to the wall, and he had urinated yesterday, and he spat hard on the tung tree!At that time, my mother found out, and my mother called him a prodigal son!The mother said, it is a nice tree, it is bigger than you, and it has grown for seven years.Pour it, you will be at ease after being burned to death, that is your tuition fee! But the tung tree can run away? ! The tung tree did not run far, the tree ran a foot, which is a crucial foot.With this foot, the tree grew to the other side of the wall, which was the wall on the side of Tonghammer's house... Suddenly, he saw Tonghammer.The copper hammer is standing on a stone roller in the yard of his house, and he is looking at it on tiptoe with mung bean eyes.

He looked at the copper hammer and the copper hammer looked at him, but no one spoke.Suddenly, the copper hammer smiled.The copper hammer was greasy. Tong Hammer was born in the same year as him.One day, Niang said that this family was too "that", and when he was eating "noodles", Liu Yidao's words really choked people.He drank a few mouthfuls of cat urine, then stood in the courtyard and spat and said, I heard your kid named Steel Egg?Steel egg is good.Well, Ye is called Steel Egg, and I will be called Copper Hammer!If Ye is a griddle pot, I am an iron pot row!you listen? ...

The ground in the courtyard was not swept, and the ground was full of falling tung flowers, which died one by one on the ground... "Tell me." Suddenly, dimly, he seemed to understand the meaning of "shuoshuo".At this time, he suddenly thought, it would be nice if the tree could talk.Let the tree itself say, how wonderful. But the tree didn't speak.Trees can't speak. After that, "Tao Shuo" fell on his father like a mountain.Father is a person who pays attention to "decency".Father's "decency" is worn on his cleaner gown.When going out, he always buttoned all the buttons very solemnly, as if he was about to attend some ceremony, but in fact he just pocketed a few eggs.

He first exchanged three eggs for a pack of cigarettes at the consignment point in Donglai.When taking the eggs, mother said: "'White bag'? There are two eggs in 'white bag'." My father said solemnly: "'Old knife', 'Old knife'. On the scene, I got 'Old knife'." So my father Three eggs were picked up with a hand towel.As a result, three eggs were exchanged for only nineteen cigarettes.At the consignment point, Dong Lai said in surprise: "Old uncle, you suck the 'old knife'?!" His father said: "I'm doing something, I'm asking someone to do it." Dong Lai said: "This is not enough, it takes three and a half Eggs, give me another five cents." Father said: "Just three eggs, you can figure it out." Dong Lai smiled and said: "That's it, that's it." Saying that, he Unpacking the package, he actually smoked a cigarette from the pack... Then, my father carefully picked up the pack of cigarettes and went straight to the brigade headquarters.

At the entrance of the brigade, my father stepped in and out of the door, first took out a cigarette from his pocket, and paid his respects.There were six people in the room, and my father respected all six at once, and then said to the branch secretary, "Guo Dou, I have something to tell you." Guodou's face was pockmarked, and he was very enthusiastic.Guo Dou said: "It's a meeting, it's in a meeting. Let's talk about it later." Father said: "Then I'll wait, I'll wait." It was not until dusk that the cadres of the brigade came out of the tile house in disorder.Father stepped forward and stopped Guodou.Father said bluntly, "Guodou, tell me?"

Guodou squatted on the ground casually: "Tell me." At this time, my father offered another cigarette, which was the seventh cigarette.Next, my father talked about the tree... Father said: "Go and see, you are really a bully!" Guo Dou said: "Ball, isn't it just a tree?" "That's not a tree," said the father. The father said again: "Go and have a look, you will know immediately. I have planted that tree for seven years, and it was planted by Lao De. Lao De is a kind person, and Lao De can testify to it." Guo Dou said, "Can Lao De testify for you?" Father said: "Yes. Can you forget the saplings he got?" The cigarette was quickly exhausted.After smoking, Guo Dou pressed the cigarette butt to the ground and said, "That's it, old uncle, talk about it later." Father begged, "Talk about it!" Guodou flicked his shirt and said solemnly: "Tell me." When it was getting dark, my father stopped Lao De at the entrance of the village again.Lao De bowed and carried a bundle of grass, walking stuffily like a urn.His father stopped him and told him about the tree again.The father said, "Brother De, it's been seven years, and you bought the seedling. You won't forget it, will you?" Lao De hesitated for a moment, shrugged the grass on his shoulders, then, his eyes looked into the distance, and he said after a long time: "Tree, you said that tree..." My father reminded me: "The tung tree in the yard, the seedlings were planted by you, one yuan and sixty cents, three five cents, two five cents, and the five cents are steel coins..." Lao De's gaze was caught by the smoke in the village.From a distance, he seemed to have seen something, and he seemed to have been scalded by a soldering iron.Old De hooked his head back, and said in a daze, "Tree? Is it from the next year?" Father handed him a cigarette, Laodao brand cigarettes.Father said: "Brother De, it's Chuntou, it's Chuntou." Lao De clamped the cigarette to his ear, and after a long time of silence, he said in a hoarse voice: "His uncle, I have a bad memory..." The father was anxious and said, "Brother De, think about it, think about it carefully." Lao De took two steps forward sullenly, and said, "Let me think about it." It was getting dark, and my father stood like a crow on the roadside at the entrance of the village, his arms spread out like wings, and he murmured to the night sky: "If it's a tree, it could be a tree." Tree'? God, can't you talk about it?!..." Suddenly, like a dog with its tail clamped, he turned around and ran towards the village.The father is in too much pain, the running father is like a barren mule! When Yemo came down, Grandma Sui'er was still spinning tweed in the yard.At that time, Grandma Sui'er had an old-fashioned wooden spinning wheel at home, which was a dowry given by her natal family when she became a daughter-in-law.A stick of incense was lit on the spinning wheel, and a thread of incense burner floated on it. One stick of incense was enough, and Grandma Sui'er needed to light it like this when she spun flowers.It was buzzing in the bright light, making some bee sounds, growing out for a while, and returning for a while, the poetry is as moist as a huqin.Grandma Sui'er is calm. Grandma Sui'er has a good son. At this time, my father rushed in, like a scapegoat, he was immediately caught in front of Grandma Sui'er!The father said: "My son, where are you spinning flowers?" Grandma Sui'er was taken aback!After a while, she said, "Is it his uncle?" At this time, my father squatted on the ground and began to talk about "trees".The father said "tree" back and forth, and then said: "My son, what a shame, it's a shame to do this." The spinning wheel listened long and short, and the spinning wheel listened very carefully and patiently.It wasn't until it was time to pick up the cotton ears that Grandma Sui'er said, "Wan Xuan is not at home, Wan Xuan is in the commune." Father said, "When Wanxuan comes back, tell him." Grandma Sui'er said, "Let me tell you." Next, the father told the "tree" to the whole village.At Ershui’s house, the accountant, my father said: “It’s not enough, it’s not enough.” At the house of Guitian, my father said, “Guitian, they are all relatives!” At Baocan’s house, my father said : "What is a scale, people's hearts are always weighed?!" At the militia captain Qiu Shi's house, his father said: "I'm not thin-skinned, and I'm not high-quality..." At the mason Lao Huai's house, my father said: "I Not talking about anything else, can it be like this?!..." At the home of Guangsheng, a coal miner, his father said to Guangsheng's daughter-in-law, "Could that be a tree? It's not a tree!"...People are all polite Listen carefully, pretending to understand.A pack of Laodao brand cigarettes was scattered one by one like this. But the Tongchui family stood still, and the Tongchui family didn't say anything. One day, my father stood in the yard, leaning on a dung fork and murmured: "Let's fight, I will fight with him!" But in the end, my father's head hung down again, very weakly. During these three days, he saw his father fall day by day in his eyes.Father's "face" is very thin, as thin as a piece of paper.He followed his father from house to house, and everyone agreed to "talk about it", but in the end no one came forward to speak out, no one said anything. The tree ran away, and the tree ran like this.why? ! In the following time, in people's speech, he slowly and hazily tasted some things, which almost covered his entire childhood. In Shangliang, they were the only ones surnamed Feng. This is like a sorghum plant growing in a large millet field, it is very lonely! "Old uncle", this is what people call their father.Because his father is Shangliang's son-in-law, he took a burden to join the family.In the village, no one ever called my father by his name.In the countryside of the plain, "Old Uncle" is a special title for the married son-in-law.This address contained a lot of teasing and joking elements, and the superficial politeness carried a bone-chilling alienation and contempt.In terms of blood relationship and kinship, this is what it means to be someone with a different surname. So, what about the copper hammer family? The copper hammer is very powerful, he is very good at cursing, and he can jump three feet high!He patted his butt with both hands at every turn, wild and hot, he knew that.But she is just a woman. If a woman dares to swear at others, what is she relying on? Is that a piece of meat? For many days in his childhood, he always thought that his father was defeated by a knife. Tonghammer's father had a well-known nickname, "Liu Yidao".Liu Yidao was originally a butcher, a pig killer.It is said that he only kills pigs with one knife, cuts meat with one knife, and never returns the knife.Later he became the director of a food department of the supply and marketing cooperative in the town.To put it harshly, he is actually a butcher.What does a butcher have?This is really confusing.However, there are many people nodding to him in and out of the village.In the commune in the town, he was often invited to drink, and sometimes he passed out on the village road.Every time he came back to the village on that bright "Flying Pigeon" bicycle, there would be a piece of meat dangling from the handlebar.He often didn't get out of the car, so he just straddled the knife and threw the meat to Guodou... Whatever the villagers wanted to do, they would invite him there, saying, Director Liu, you still have to do it!He staggered away.He looks like a tiger, and often wears a cloth belt around his waist. The cloth belt always shows a little bit of cloth rope, which is swung around his waist. This is the symbol of the butcher, and then he jumps into the ring "Puff" turned his head and left, squatted aside and smoked slowly. When the meat was clean, he would take out a red badge from the cloth belt on the waist of his trousers, and slapped it on his mouth, and it was "poof" again. With a sound, covered with Hongxiaxia's poke.When he was leaving, the host asked him to bring a pig into the water, but he didn't take it home, and just threw it to Guodou or someone... What else? For a while, he—Steel Egg secretly dug a small hole in that wall, and quietly went to pee on that tree!One soak a day, he wants to burn that tree alive with urine! ...But in the end he still urinated, but the tree thrived day by day. In this way, the tree grew for another three years in his eyes, and a tree of "ants" grew.Whenever he walked silently through the village streets, people would say, why is this kid's eyes so poisonous?Later, the attitude of the villagers suddenly became very friendly. Whenever they saw him, they would warmly say, "Steel egg, have you eaten?" A piece of sweet potato."... He was at a loss at first.Then, he gradually understood.People still have disputes, and people are tactfully apologizing to their father.The moment he tasted it, he wanted to cry. Later, Liu Yidao sold the tree.Sold to artisans in neighboring villages. That day, when a craftsman from a neighboring village came to see the tree with a wooden ruler, his father was not at home.He is here, standing at the base of the wall, representing his father silently looking at the tree, which has been mature for ten years.The craftsman came to the tree, tapped the tree with a wooden ruler, glanced up, and said: "The tree is deaf." Liu Yidao said: "No way? It's a good tree." The craftsman insisted: "Deaf, this tree is deaf." Liu Yidao frowned: "What do you mean?" The craftsman said: "The tree is deaf and has chaff inside. If you don't believe it, just saw it open and you will know." Liu Yidao said, "How much would you say?" The craftsman looked at the tree and said again, "I'm deaf. Fifty yuan, no more." Liu Yidao said: "Go to the ball, what's the price of paulownia? You think I don't know?!" The craftsman said: "I won't lie to you, Director Liu, how dare I lie to you? This tree is deaf." Liu Yidao said impatiently: "Forget it, forget it. As much as you say!" At this moment, he straightened himself up and said suddenly, "This is a tree that can run." Liu Yidao's expression changed suddenly. He stared at him, and walked over step by step. When he reached the base of the wall, he stopped and stared at him firmly. He just straightened his head and looked at Liu Yidao, silently. After a while, Liu Yidao suddenly laughed and said, "This kid can really talk." Yes, it was this tree that gave him his spiritual precocity.There is a young sprout growing slowly in his heart, and it grows into his "father" day by day...