Chapter 82 life(1)

On the tenth day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, on a cloudy evening, the bustling land in midsummer suddenly fell silent; even some of the most favorite bugs were silent, as if they were in a kind of restless waiting.There was no trace of wind and dust on the ground, and the frogs in the river jumped ashore one after another, and hopped desperately towards the crop fields and roads on both sides of the river.The day was sweltering like a big steamer, and dark clouds were rolling over from Laoniu Mountain in the west.On the horizon, there have been some sporadic and brief flashes of lightning, but no thunder yet.Only the low, continuous hum came from the distant sky, bringing people a kind of terrible message-a heavy thunderstorm was coming.

At this time, Gao Jialin, the only son of Gao Yude, a private teacher in Gaojia Village, was wading from the small river in front of the village with his upper body shirtless, almost running towards his home.He had just returned from the teacher's meeting in the commune. He was dripping with sweat at the moment, with his undershirt and the beautiful dark blue polyester summer jacket in his hands, he hurried into the village, got to the bank, and rushed into the house.As soon as he stood on the foot of his own kiln, he heard a low, muffled roar of thunder coming from outside. His father was squatting barefoot on the kang smoking a pipe, with one hand leisurely supporting the white beard on his chin.His mother bumped her little feet to serve food on the kang.

When the two of them saw their son coming back, their two walnut skin wrinkled faces immediately smiled like two flowers.They were obviously thankful that their son got in the house before the downpour.At the same time, from their point of view, it was not five days but five years that my dear son had been away;The old father immediately went to the kerosene lamp, smiled and knocked off a lamp flower with the long nail left on his little finger, and immediately the whole kiln was much brighter.He looked at his son with fondness, opened his mouth a few times, but didn't say anything, the old mother hurriedly put the cornmeal buns on the kang back down again, put them on the pot, and began to scramble eggs for his son, bake white noodles She also used her over-loved feelings to stumble over, put her son's shirt on the kang over his sweaty naked body, and said angrily: "Two poles! Worry about the cold! "

Gao Jialin didn't say anything.He put the clothes his mother put on him back on the kang, and without taking off his shoes, he lay down on the bedroll in front of the kang.He faced the dark window and said, "Mom, stop cooking, I don't want to eat anything." The faces of the old couple immediately returned to the shape of walnut skin, and they couldn't help but exchanged glances with each other, and they both said in their hearts: I don't know what happened to the baby today, and I feel unhappy?A flash of lightning nearly illuminated the whole window, and then, like a landslide, there was a terrible clap of thunder.I heard a strong wind blowing outside immediately, and the dust cracked the window paper.

The old couple stared blankly at their son's background for a long time, wondering what's wrong with him? "Galin, are you feeling unwell?" his mother trilled, holding a scoop of noodles in one hand. "No..." he replied. "Who are you arguing with?" Father followed mother and asked. "No..." "What's the matter?" the old couple asked almost at the same time. well!Galin has never been like this!Every time he came back from the city, he would always gossip about them and bring them a bunch of food: bread, cakes, stuffed into their hands; he said that their teeth were bad, and these things had "nutrition", It is soft and easy to digest in the stomach.Obviously something big happened today, let's see what the doll is worried about!Gao Yude took a look at his wife's worried face, and couldn't care less about smoking.Knocked off the cigarette ash on the rocks of the kang, wiped a drop of clear nose from the tip of his nose with the handkerchief on the button of his chest, moved his body to the place where his son was lying, and asked, "Galin, what happened?" Huh? Tell us about it! Look at what you’re doing to your mother!" Gao Jialin supported himself on one arm and slowly got up, his body was as heavy as if he had been seriously injured.He leaned on the bedroll, did not look at his parents, stared blankly at the opposite wall, and said, "My books are not finished..."

"What?" The old couple screamed at the same time, their opened mouths were half-opened and could not be closed.Jialin still maintained that posture, and said, "My private teacher has been dismissed. It was announced at the meeting today." "What law have you committed? God..." The noodle scoop in the old mother's hand fell to the ground. On the pot table, it fell into two pieces. "Is there a reduction in teachers? Haven't private teachers been increasing in recent years? Why have they been reduced all of a sudden?" his father asked him nervously.

"No reduction..." "Didn't the Madian School lose a teacher?" His mother also came to him. "No less..." "Then how can there be no less? If you are not allowed to teach, then it will be less?" His father looked strange.Gao Jialin turned his face away irritably, and fired at his parents: "You are so stupid! If you don't let me teach, they won't ask others to teach?" The old couple suddenly realized.His father was so anxious that he touched the bare feet with his thin hands, and asked quietly, "Then who will teach them?" "Who? Who! Another one! Three stars!" Gao Jialin suddenly lay down on the bedding, pulled a corner of the quilt, and covered his head.

The old couple suddenly became numb, and the kiln was full of lifelessness. At this time, I heard the raindrops outside have been beating the ground in a hurry, and the sound of wind and rain gradually increased and became more and more violent.The window paper was illuminated by lightning from time to time, and violent thunder roared one after another.The whole world outside seemed to be drowned in chaos.Gao Jialin was still covering his head, and the drop of clear snot on the tip of his father's nose trembled and was about to fall, and the old man didn't bother to wipe it; his rough hand no longer cared about leisurely smoothing the white pinch on his chin. The beard grew, and he kept touching his bare feet instead.His mother hunched over the rocks on the kang, and kept wiping her eyes with her apron.The kiln was quiet, except for the purring of the old yellow cat behind the pot.

Outside the din of the storm grew louder.Amidst the sound of wind and rain, there was a sudden "rumbling" sound-this is the mountain torrent pouring down from the river. For a full quarter of an hour, the earthen cave dwelling with flickering lights lost any vitality, and the three of them fell into discomfort and pain. This blow was obviously serious to the family. For Gao Jialin, he had already suffered a lot of mental trauma after graduating from high school and failing to enter university.Thanks to the three years of teaching, he does not have to participate in heavy physical labor, but also has time to continue studying and delve into his favorite liberal arts.He had published two or three poems and essays lately in the regional papers, all the result of the painstaking work of this period.Now that this is all over, he will have to start his own life as a farmer like his father.Although he has never worked on the land seriously, he is the son of a farmer and knows what it means to be a farmer in this barren mountainous area. Farmer, he knows all their great hardships clearly!Although he has never despised any peasant, but he himself has never been mentally prepared to be a peasant!There is no need to hide it, he studied hard at more than a dozen places, just so that he would not be a master of the land all his life like his father (or a slave in another way of saying it).Although he has worked as a private teacher in recent years, this profession is still full of hope for him.A few years later, after passing the exam, he may become an official national teacher.At that time, he will work harder and strive to do what he thinks is a better job.But now, his illusions and hopes were completely shattered.At this moment, he was lying here, his face twitching in pain under the quilt, and one hand was pulling his hair fiercely.

For Gao Yude and his wife, the unfortunate news tonight was like someone hitting them with a club on the head.First of all, they feel sorry for their only son: he has been spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, he has not suffered any hardship, his skin is tender, how can he survive the long and hard work in the future!Besides, Jialin has been teaching for the past few years, earning full labor points, and the life of the three of them is not tight.If the son stopped teaching and became unaccustomed to working in a hurry, they would definitely have a hard time in the future.Both of them are old, and they are no longer like in the past, only relying on four hands to dig in the ground, and they can support their son to go to school for "fame and fame". Thinking of all these terrible consequences, they feel uncomfortable and panic.Galin's mother was sobbing silently; his father didn't cry, but it seemed worse than crying.The old man touched his bare feet for a long time, and began to cry to himself: "Minglou, you are too smart! You can go too far! You can go too far! It's unreasonable for you to be the brigade secretary." You dare to do anything! I, Jialin, have taught well for three years, and you Samsung just graduated from high school this year! Are you so embarrassed to make my doll? You don’t care, you don’t even want your face? Minglou! It's against the law of you to do this! God will open his eyes one day! Pity my poor baby! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The old man Gao Yude couldn't help crying at last, two lines of turbid old tears came The wrinkled face trickled down into the tuft of white beard on the chin

Hearing his parents crying, Gao Jialin suddenly got up from the bed, his eyes were frighteningly fierce.He yelled at his parents, "Why are you crying! I'm risking my life, and I want to compete with him, Gao Minglou kid!" After saying that, he jumped off the kang.Gao Yude panicked all of a sudden.He also jumped off the kang barefoot, and hastily grabbed his son's bare arms.At the same time, his mother turned around with her little feet upside down, her back resting on the door panel.The old couple blocked their shirtless son between their feet. Gao Jialin said impatiently to the two panic-stricken old men: "Oh! I'm not going to kill someone! I'm going to write a lawsuit against him! Mom, go and get my pen from the desk!" Gao Yu When De heard his son say this, he was more panicked than seeing his son pick up furniture and commit murder.Holding his son's bare arm tightly, he begged him: "Good old man! You must not get into this trouble! He is in control of the sky! The commune is trampled on the ground. You sue him, If you don’t stand up for anything, you’ll kill us in the future! I’m old, and I can’t fight this way anymore; you’re still young, and you can’t stand retaliation from others. You must never do this…” His mother also came over and pulled his other bare arm, followed his father's words, and pleaded with him: "Hey, my baby, your father is right! Gao Minglou is wrong, you sue him, let's The family will have no way out in the future..." Gao Jialin's whole body was as stiff as a tree stump. He was breathing hot air from his nose and mouth. He didn't listen to the old man's advice and said loudly, "Anyway, it's better to fight him like a dog! The rabbit bites when it's anxious. One mouthful, what is our life like! I don’t care if it’s worth it or not, I’ll sue him!” He said, struggling to free his two bare arms from the four old hands.But those four hands gripped him even tighter.The two old men cried together.His mother was staggering and almost fell down, pleading with all her strength, "Well, my baby, if you are stubborn, I will kneel down for you... Gao Jialin saw how pitiful his parents were. Xiang, with a sore nose, supported his mother who was about to fall, shook his head in pain a few times, and said, "Mom, don't do this, I will listen to you, and I won't sue..." The two old men let go of their sons and wiped the tears on their faces with the backs of their hands.Gao Jialin leaned stiffly against the rocks on the kang, and lowered his head heavily.Outside, although the flashes and roars of thunder are no longer there, the rain is still pouring down like pours.The sound of torrents roaring like monsters came from the river, which was creepy. Seeing that he had calmed down, his mother dug out a blue cloth dress from the box, put it on his cold naked body, then sighed, and went to cook for him on the pot behind.His father fumbled for a pot of cigarettes, struck a dozen matches with trembling hands, and forgot that the flame of the kerosene lamp was dancing before his eyes.He took a puff of cigarette, bent over and turned to his son, and said in a thoughtful way: "We must never dare to tell others. But, this is not enough... Yes, this is not enough!" He resolutely said shouted. Gao Jialin raised his head and listened carefully to his father's other suggestions for punishing Gao Minglou. Gao Yude smoked with his head lowered, with a scheming look.After a while, he raised the old wrinkled face of a seasoned farmer and said to his son: "Listen! Not only are you afraid to tell others, but you will also take the initiative to call him uncle when you see Minglou! Keep your face down and smile! People must pay attention to our attitude now!" He turned his gray-haired head again, and told his wife Mou who was cooking: "Mother Jialin, listen! See you later People in Minglou's family should give them a smile! Minglou didn't plant eggplants this year, so tomorrow you pick a basket of eggplants from our private land and send them over. Don't let people see that we are just trying to please them! Alas! After all, the future of our Jialin depends on others to take care of us! If the living standard is low, we have to live at a low level... Mama Jialin, did you hear that?" "Hmm..." There was an almost crying promise from the pot platform. Tears finally welled up from Gao Jialin's eyes.He turned around abruptly, flung his head on the stone on the kang railing, and wept bitterly. The rain outside did not know when it stopped, only the sound of gurgling water on the ground and the roar of the mountain torrent in the river were mixed together, which made the night calm for a long time...