Chapter 106 Life - Literary Plays (2)

after breakfast.The simple road from Dama River to the county seat. The bustling farmers and craftsmen of various occupations raised waves of yellow dust on the road.Liu Liben was skillfully riding on the back of a donkey with a bare back, and was holding the fingers of the other hand with one hand, talking to the horse tether beside him.There were two baskets of grunting piglets on the back of the bicycle tied to the horse, and they were speculatively talking about business with Liben.Qiaozhen appears on the road by bicycle.She saw the back of her father and the horse tie, and rode past them.Li Ben called her, but she didn't look back.

Qiaozhen saw Gao Jialin in the crowd while riding a bicycle.He was carrying a basket of steamed buns, walking dejectedly among the crowd.Qiaozhen passed by Gao Jialin on her bicycle... Jialin was walking on the road with a basket in his hand.In front of his eyes are peasants with hands on their shoulders.He saw an old woman walking not far from him holding a basket of steamed buns just like him... His face was twitching in pain. Bridge over the Dama River.Jialin came to the crowded bridgehead with a basket of steamed buns. A jeep was coming from behind, honking its horn vigorously; a rack truck full of vegetables lay across the road and couldn't dodge it in a hurry.Galin went over to help push the car to the side of the road.The jeep drove past quickly, raising dust all over the sky.

On the road outside the bus station. Jialin came over with a basket and was stunned for a moment. A man and a woman greeted him warmly.This is Huang Yaping and Zhang Kenan, his middle school classmates.They shook hands with Galin one after another. Kernan: "Why are you carrying a basket?" Jialin lied and said, "Go visit a relative." Yaping: "Galin, you are not simple! I saw the essays you published in regional newspapers! The writing is so beautiful that I copied several paragraphs in my notebook!" Kernan: "Do you still teach?" Jialin shook his head: "I was squeezed out by the brigade secretary's son, and now I am a member of the commune." Yaping said anxiously: "Then you have less time to study and write articles."

Galin: "No, isn't there a poet who said that we have written countless lines of poetry on the earth with hoes?..." All three laughed.Jialin asked Kernan: "Are you still working as a custodian at the non-staple food company?" Yaping said mockingly: "I got promoted! I became the director of the sales department! But there is an adverb in front of it!" Kenan smiled awkwardly and said, "If you want to buy cigarettes and alcohol in the future, you come..." Yaping: "If you're free in the afternoon, come to our radio station. You know I like literature too, but I've been talking about it for the past few years... I really want to ask you..."

Jialin: "You are in a high position now, we ordinary people really dare not climb up!" Zhang and Huang were a little embarrassed.Yaping said, "You still have that stubborn temper!" There was an announcement at the station to let passengers in. Jialin nodded to them and walked towards the market. on the road.Kenan and Yaping walked to the station.Kenan said something to Yaping, but later found that there was no one around.He saw that Yaping turned her head and looked towards Jialin. on the street.Galin squeezed his way through the crowded, noisy crowd.A quiet middle school classroom appeared in front of him.He was solving a math problem on the blackboard, and Yaping and Kenan were watching him solve the problem at the table.He squeezed through the crowd.On the middle school playground, he taught Yaping how to shoot.

He squeezed through the crowd.On the refreshing boulevard, he chatted and walked with Yaping and Kenan; Yaping smiled charmingly at him. He squeezed through the crowd and heard Ma Zhansheng's voice: "Gao Jialin! Gao Jialin!" He looked up and searched the crowd with his eyes. Ma Zhansheng managed to squeeze over. Zhan Sheng: "Galin, why are you carrying a basket?" Jialin didn't speak, took out a steamed bun from the basket, and stuffed it into Ma Zhansheng's hand with malice.Zhansheng pushed back awkwardly, and said, "Galin... oh! You must hate me, Ma Zhansheng! In fact, I, Ma Zhansheng, are not so big! Gao Minglou and Secretary Zhang of our commune have been friends for many years... Next Although I announced your teacher at the meeting, it wasn't decided by me..."

Jialin: "Old Ma, I know...don't talk about it..." Zhan Sheng: "I am now transferred to the County Labor Bureau, which is regarded as a promotion. I became a deputy director. I just took office and I am so busy! You come to play!..." Zhan Sheng left as if escaping from something. Galin continued to squeeze through the street. market place.The vegetable market, pig market, livestock market, cooked food stalls and grocery stalls are the main ones, forming a noisy world.The crowds are crowded, and the city is full of noise. Qiaozhen squeezed through the crowd, looking around.

She spotted Gao Jialin in the crowd. Jialin squeezed through the crowd with a basket. He walked past the crowd of deli vendors.All the male and female stalls are shouting to attract customers.A well-dressed, long-haired young man with some fancy clothes hanging on his bicycle sells them to customers. A gust of yellow wind blew up, and a vendor tapped the edge of the pot with a spoon a few times, and shouted amusedly, "Come on! Add another taste!" People around are smiling in the yellow dust. Jialin took the towel covering the steamed bun basket and continued to squeeze blindly through the crowd.

Qiaozhen stared at him neither far nor near, and squeezed in the crowd. Galin leaned against a water pole and closed his eyes in frustration. Qiaozhen in the crowd had two teardrops welling up in her eyes. In front of the reading room of the cultural center.Galin carried the basket into the reading room. Qiaozhen came from behind and saw Jialin entering the reading room, so she had to pretend to buy things in a small shop opposite, and wait for Jialin to come out. In the reading room.Galin was sitting on a flower railing chair, with many newspapers and magazines piled up beside him.He was looking at the pictorial with excitement.The modern city in the pictorial is colorful.

Outside the reading room.Qiaozhen looked towards the door of the reading room. In the reading room.Jialin was intoxicated by the pictorial: he seemed to see the train whistle in the pictorial was blowing, and it was starting; the huge passenger plane roared into the blue sky... The voice of the staff in the reading room: "Comrade, I'm off work." Galin raised his head in shock from the dream. He went over and carried the steamed bun basket.In the afternoon, at the bridgehead of the Dama River.Jialin dejectedly carried the steamed bun basket and walked to the bridge. He saw Qiaozhen standing at the end of the bridge, fanning her face with a handkerchief, and supporting his family's bicycle beside her.Qiaozhen walked up to him and asked nervously, "Jalin, have you been selling buns?" Jialin gave him a strange look and said, "Well...you went to the market too?"

Qiaozhen wiped the sweat off her face and said, "Well... I'm here to go to the market... nothing happened... Jialin," she suddenly turned her face, "I know you haven't sold a bun! I know You are afraid of shame! Why don't you just give me the bun and let me sell it to you!" Qiaozhen snatched the basket from Jialin's arm and put it on the back seat of her bicycle. Before Jialin realized what was going on, Qiaozhen had already rushed to the county seat on her bicycle.Jialin came to the edge of the bridge in a daze, groping around on the railing. on the street.Qiaozhen excitedly rode the car and sped past. Aunt Qiaozhen's house.While picking up steamed buns for her aunt, Qiaozhen said to her aunt: "... Auntie, this is new wheat noodles. My mother asked me to send you to try..." Qiaozhen finished picking up the buns quickly, picked up the empty basket and got up. Her aunt pushed at the door and said, "Let's go after eating..." Qiaozhen had already left the yard, she turned her head and said, "No, it's getting dark..." On the side of the road outside the gate of Aunt Qiaozhen's house. A woman is holding a child whose fat hand is ringing the bell on Qiaozhen's bicycle.Qiaozhen came over and kissed the child passionately on the cheek. She stepped on her bicycle and rushed towards the Dama River Bridge. On the Dama River Bridge.Jialin leaned on the bridge railing and looked into the distance. The county river is sparkling, reflecting the bright light of the setting sun. The urban women who wash clothes by the river are tidying up the colorful clothes and sheets on the grass on the bank.A group of bare-bottomed children, covered in mud, chased and played on the river beach; they jumped into the pool with a plop.Galin smiled unconsciously.Immediately, his expression became serious again. He turned his head and saw Qiaozhen coming here on a bicycle. On the Dama River Bridge.Qiaozhen put the car on the side of the road, walked up to Jialin, took out a roll of money and handed it to Jialin, and said, "One dime apiece, you can count it, right?" Jialin took the money, looked at Qiaozhen in surprise, didn't know what to say, and finally stammered, "Qiaozhen...you...you can do it!" Qiaozhen lowered her head in embarrassment. Jialin: "Hurry up and ride back, the sun is almost setting." Qiaozhen went over to push the car and said, "Let's... go together." Jialin said in embarrassment: "I can't take people by bike, I'm afraid I'll fall you." Qiaozhen looked at Jialin kindly: "I'll take you!" Galin: "Oh, how can I do it..." Qiaozhen: "Just don't ride a bike, let's walk back!" Jialin looked at Qiaozhen in embarrassment. Qiaozhen looked at him stubbornly.Jialin had no choice but to come over to help her push the cart. Qiaozhen pushed him away with her shoulder and said, "You are tired, let me push it!" In the evening.On the simple road leading to Gaojiagou. Jialin and Qiaozhen followed each other on the highway awkwardly. The sun is setting.Red clouds in the western sky; yellowish sunlight on the top of the mountain; dark rivers; crops like a green ocean; white sheep rolling on the hillside... Dusk.on the road.Qiaozhen and Jialin staggered a little distance.Walking in tandem. Qiaozhen bent over from time to time, wanting to say something to Jialin, but she was too embarrassed to turn around.Qiaozhen finally said: "Gao Minglou has a really bad heart, he dares to do anything strong." Jialin gave her a strange look and said, "He is your relative, how can you scold him?" He turned his head and glanced at Jialin: "Who is related to him? He is my sister's father-in-law, and has nothing to do with me!" Jialin smiled: "Do you dare to scold her father-in-law in front of your sister?" Qiaozhen: "I've scolded me before! I dare to scold him in front of him!" Qiaozhen deliberately slowed down and let Jialin walk side by side with her. Jialin stepped forward and said, "What's wrong with Gao Minglou? I still can't see it." Qiaozhen stopped in her tracks and said angrily, "Brother Jialing, he fired your teacher through the back door. Come on his son, see what worries you now?" Jialin also stopped, looked at Qiaozhen in a daze, sighed, and walked forward again.night.Qiaozhen and Jialin continued walking on the road. The dark mountains, the sound of running water and the drumming of frogs. Their voices could be heard on the highway. Qiaozhen: "God knows the bad things he did, and will repay him in the future. Brother Jialing, don't suffer too much, you have lost weight these days... In fact, if you are a farmer, you should be a farmer. There are a bunch of farmers in the world... Our countryside has mountains and rivers, and the air is good. As long as there is a caring family, life will be happy..." Jialin: "I went to school for two days, but now I can't get up in literature, I can't get up in martial arts. I'm a farmer, and the labor is not good. In the future, I will kill my wife..." After Jialin finished speaking, he laughed. Night, on the road.Jialin pushed the bicycle, and Qiaozhen walked beside him. Qiaozhen stopped abruptly, looked up at Jialin and said, "Brother Jialing, if you don't dislike me, let's go together! You stay at home, and I will work up the mountain for us! I won't call You suffer..." Qiaozhen lowered her head, holding on to the handlebar with one hand, and pulling at the hem of her clothes with the other. Galin was stunned.After a while, Jialin stammered and said: "It's getting dark, let's... let's go..." They walked slowly side by side again. Galin: "Why did you suddenly think of such a thing?" Qiaozhen stopped in her tracks and said, "Why all of a sudden..." Tears welled up in her eyes. Galin looked at her, slammed his bicycle on the road, and felt nervously with his hands.Seeing him like this, Qiaozhen smiled through tears, went to take out a pack of cigarettes from the flower bag at the back of the car, and handed it to Jialin. Galin looked at her in surprise.Qiaozhen: "Click on one, I'll buy you another one!" Galin looked at her kindly and took the cigarette. Qiaozhen took out another vial and handed it to Jialin. Jialin inexplicably took it and sniffed it on his nose: "Iodine?" Qiaozhen nodded and said, "Go back and wipe it on your hands..." Galin said, "How do you know my hand is rotten?" Qiaozhen smiled charmingly and said, "I just know! Your husband's hands are so delicate..." Jialin approached her and looked at her lovingly. they timidly hug each other night.In the river bend at the entrance of the village.They stand opposite each other, with the bicycle on the side. Qiaozhen: "Brother Jialing, kiss me again..." Galin kissed her face.