Chapter 120 elder sister

My elder sister is already twenty-seven years old, and she should have been married long ago—in the eyes of the country people, it is a disgraceful thing for a twenty-seven-year-old woman to still guard the door of her mother's house.Someone in the village has already made strange remarks, and such strange words are more uncomfortable than a slap in the face. Since my mother died of illness the year before last, my quiet father has become even more quiet.Apart from working in the field, he seemed to have no interest in family affairs. For some reason, he seemed to have always been indifferent to his sister's marriage.

i love my sister.She is gentle, pure, like a white cloud in the blue sky.Everyone said she was good-looking.This is real.Although our place is poor and remote, with little food and no clothing, there are a few pretty girls who look like flowers in every village.Like our native yellow flowers and red dates, they are well-known in mountain villages and towns far and near, even people in the provincial capital know them.If you don't believe me, ask. I'm not boasting, my sister is one of the most handsome women in the villages around us. I have loved art since I was a child, so I have a strong concept of beauty; I am very proud of having such a beautiful sister in my heart.Hearing that mom and dad were reluctant to leave, they insisted on not letting them go.

She has been out of high school for several years.I took the college entrance examination several times in a row, but each time I missed the entrance examination by a few points, and I couldn't pass the entrance examination every time. When my sister was in middle school, there was a "cultural revolution" and I didn't learn much at all.Now with the addition of the foreign language test, she has never studied it at all, and it seems that there is no hope of going to university.Now the countryside doesn't recruit workers—it just recruits, and our family doesn't have a "back door" at all.She seems to have to work in the countryside all her life.My sister is fine with this.She has been growing up in our poor mountain valley, and she can do all kinds of hard work. People in the village say that she works harder than a man.

I know that over the years, there have been many matchmakers for my sister, most of whom are cadres or workers in the county and other places, but why is my sister still not thinking about her life at the age of 27? In fact, No one except me probably knows that my sister already has a lover of her own. The man my sister loves is Gao Limin, an educated youth who jumped in line from the province that last left our village.I heard that his father was the vice-governor of our province, and his mother was the director of some kind of bureau. They were all put in confinement since the beginning of the "Cultural Revolution".I heard that Tara was the head of a secret service group.

The dozen or so people who came to our village to join the queue with Gao Limin were either recommended to go to college or became workers, and they all left one after another.Because of his parents' problems, he not only couldn't leave, but even as a farmer, he couldn't live in peace-the commune and the county often called him to reprimand him.In those years, this person was enough to worry about.The common people regard spies as more serious than counter-revolutionaries, so most people in the village dare not talk to this "son of spies" for fear of causing disaster.Gao Limin was alone, like a sheep that couldn't get into the flock.He often wears rotten and dirty clothes that are worse than a beggar.He also doesn't know how to cook, and often eats raw food, and often rolls on the floor with stomachaches in the mountains.

My sister is kind-hearted, and when she sees this man suffering like that, she often goes to help him.She cooks for him, mends the rotten clothes, and washes the quilts.During Chinese New Year and holidays, I would often call this "son of a spy" whom no one dared to care about, to our house, and give him all the good things to eat—I even felt that my sister treated him better than me! My parents were good people too, and they never blamed my sister for this.However, someone in the village spread the word that the relationship between my sister and Limin was not normal. I was still young at that time, and others didn't dare to say these things in front of my parents and sister, so they often said them to me.I always get angry and argue: "My sister and Limin have such a good relationship, why do you say that their relationship is not normal?" These words often make people laugh for a long time.

However, I wondered in my heart why my sister was so nice to Limin.You know, he is the son of a spy! Once, I told my father and mother, and secretly asked my sister: "Sister, Gao Limin is the son of a spy, and no one cares about him. Why do you care about him so much? You are not afraid of people saying that our line awareness is low, and we are at odds with class enemies. Don't know the boundaries?" My sister pressed my finger on my nose and smiled: "Look at you! You are more revolutionary than Secretary Liu of our commune! Limin is not a class enemy. What kind of boundary do we draw with him?

Look how pitiful he is!Baowa, when our grandma was alive, didn’t she often tell us that we should help people who are in distress; otherwise, if we do something wrong, God will strike us with lightning! We have a family here, and he has no one to rely on and is in a difficult situation. Can we let this person suffer and die before his eyes?We don't need to be afraid of what other people want to fart! " I immediately felt that what my sister said was right.My sister is really not afraid of others gossiping.When the educated youth left Limin alone, she cared for him more than before.

I remember one time when Limin was too sick to get out of bed, my sister stayed in his room for a whole day.She also took the white flour, sesame seeds, and pickled chives from home, and rolled thin noodles for him to eat.You know, each of us only divides more than a dozen catties of wheat a year, and what a great thing it is to eat a meal of white noodles! In the evening, Limin developed a high fever, but his sister was still by his side.When it was time to light the lights, my sister hadn't come back yet, so my mother was in a hurry, so she had to go over and accompany my sister to watch him all night.

What a good relationship between my sister and Limin!Who said their relationship was "not normal"? It wasn't long before I realized what kind of "abnormal relationship" my sister and Limin had. It was an evening at the end of summer, and the red clouds in the western sky burned like a fire for a while, and then turned into clouds like ashes.It was not completely dark yet, so I took some clothes that were not too dirty to the small river in front of the village to wash—you know, I am a child with a strong concept of beauty. When I passed by the path above our team’s threshing field, I suddenly heard two whispers behind the straw stacks—a man and a woman.

The child's curiosity made me tiptoe around the straw stack. My heart immediately shrank into a ball, my whole body trembled, and I immediately scrambled back to the original place.God!I didn't expect that these two people turned out to be Limin and my sister; just now I saw Limin hugging my sister and kissing her face desperately! I stood on the path, my heart pounding straight up to my throat.I wanted to run away immediately, but when I heard them talking again, I couldn't help but want to hear what they had to say. I heard Limin say: "...Xiao Xing, you are so kind! I love you, and I will never leave you. Without you, I simply can't live. Promise me, Xiao Xing! Tell me, do you love me?Oh, what do you love about me...my parents have been in confinement for six or seven years, and Nian Ya, I will be the son of a counter-revolutionary for the rest of my life, you are probably afraid..." "Don't be afraid! Even if you sit in confinement, I will wait for you forever!" This is the voice of my sister. Then Limin was heard crying.After crying for a while, I heard him say to his sister again: "I want to dedicate everything to you forever! I will always have it. When did you give me your love! Alas, I have never suffered since I was a child, and it is not good to be a farmer all my life, you will suffer if you keep up with me..." I heard my sister say: "Don't be afraid! Limin, as long as we love each other sincerely for the rest of our lives, even if you beg for food in the future, I will always follow you!" I heard Limin crying again, sobbing like a baby.Then I heard my sister crying too—but it didn't sound sad at all. For some reason, tears welled up in my eyes too—and I cried too. I wiped my tears and came to the quiet river.I stood blankly in the dusk, looking at the hazy mountain shadow in the distance, and I was out of my mind for a long time.For a long time I didn't know why I was crying.After thinking about it slowly, I vaguely felt that I was touched: my good sister!Limin is already a person who doesn't eat dogs and doesn't smell dogs. Everyone avoids him, for fear of infecting the "counter-revolutionary", but she loves this man like this!I didn't know much about the relationship between men and women at that time, I only judged from my own child's heart, my dear sister has done a good deed! That day, my sister brought Limin home, and she made dumplings herself.The parents who lived very carefully asked my sister several times: Today is neither a new year nor a festival, why should I eat good food? Both sister and Limin were probably secretly laughing.But they didn't know that there was another person who was secretly smiling. Then, life suddenly changed drastically. After the "Gang of Four" was over, I heard that the wronged Limin's parents were rehabilitated and released from confinement.In the second year, my sister encouraged Limin to take the university entrance examination, and she also took the examination herself.As a result, Limin was admitted to a university in Beijing, and his sister missed the exam by a few points. After Limin left, the whole village talked for many days, saying that the world had changed again, and the suffering Limin turned over and spread his wings.The elder sister seemed both happy and sad: happy that Limin went to college; but sad because of their separation.I have grown up a bit, and I will be in junior high school in two years, and I have already vaguely known some mysteries of love.I know that Limin has been away for several years, my sister likes him so much, how lonely and uncomfortable she will feel when he leaves!And if my sister feels uncomfortable, then I feel very uncomfortable. But I didn't expect that there is a good way to make up for all this. For a long time, I was probably the only one in the village who knew about it.My sister always goes to the road across the village regularly to pick up one letter after another from Limin from Beijing from the township postman, Uncle Li; Uncle Li sent it to Beijing.My sister probably reached an "agreement" with Uncle Li to keep him secret, so no one in the village knew about it.But it did not hide from my eyes. Since Limin went to college, the villagers stopped gossiping about his sister and him.I know that my sister is a very shy person and doesn't want others to know these things.If the villagers knew the truth, they were often quick to make some rude jokes, which would embarrass any shy girl. Dad didn't seem to know either—he seemed to only care about the land and the crops, and he was insensitive to everything else.However, sometimes I also saw him staring at his sister's back with a pitiful and melancholy look, but he didn't say anything, just sighed and finished. I know that every time my sister receives a letter from Limin, she often hides behind the stack of wheat straw in the wheat threshing ground in front of the village (my heart beats and my face burns when I think of that place). When she came back from reading the letter, she always had a beaming face and kept singing some very pleasant songs.My sister's voice is very good, as good as those people singing on the radio. Just when my sister was the happiest, my father seemed even more unhappy.He always interrupted his sister's singing irritably, and begged her in a tone as if he was about to cry: "Good baby, don't sing, my heart hurts like hell..." Whenever this happens, I always blame my father in my heart, thinking that he always hurts my heart when my sister is happiest, ruining my sister's interest.But I also have a lot of love and compassion for Dad.How poor he had become since mother died. Look, his hair is almost all white! However, when my sister is happy, I am also in a good mood.I pretended to be ignorant on the surface, but when I turned my back on others, I couldn't help singing with my stupid tongue. I originally only loved painting, not singing, but at times like this, I still want to sing a few times—to bless my dear sister.No matter who it is, as long as he has a sister himself, he will know: Although he doesn't say anything about his sister's marriage on the surface, how much he cares about her happiness in his heart! New Year's Day is coming again. We country people generally do not pass this age.In our opinion, this festival belongs to urbanites.Chinese New Year is the Spring Festival for us country people. For ordinary people, the main symbol of celebrating the festival is to eat well.Today, every household in the village is still the same as in the past, and there is no one showing a festive atmosphere. Only our family is different, like the people in the city, we have spent this "foreign" calendar year.In fact, this matter is mainly caused by my sister.Since my mother died, my sister has been in charge of housework.Dad didn't care about these things, he still didn't say a word, and went up the mountain to cut firewood early in the morning. I know that my sister is very happy today, because she received another letter from Limin yesterday.But I couldn't help muttering in my heart: Sister, you are a little too happy.In order to congratulate you for receiving a letter from Limin, did you waste your time making dumplings today?You know, we don't have much white flour in our stockpile! But I don't object to my sister making dumplings today; as long as my sister is happy, I always support her. My sister went to the vegetable cellar early in the morning to dig a lot of carrots and came back, ready to make stuffing. She washed the radish in water countless times, then grated it into shreds on an iron grater, put it in a pot of boiling water for a while, took it out, kneaded it into lumps, and put it on a white porcelain plate.Then she pounded garlic, pounded pepper, peeled shallots, and was busy for a while.When it was over, she stuffed me with two yuan and told me to go to the town to buy two catties of mutton and come back. I was very happy to run this errand for my sister, so I quickly grabbed a nylon net bag and got up. As soon as I went out, my sister chased me out again.For some reason, she put her two arms around my shoulders with a smile - I felt the arms trembling slightly. She blushed like a morning glow, hesitated for a moment, then put her mouth on my ear, and whispered: "Don't play on the road, come back quickly after buying meat, my sister is waiting to make dumplings. Today our family will Here is a guest. Do you know who it is? It’s Gao Limin. It’s the intellectual youth who jumped in line. He came from Beijing to our provincial factory for an internship last month, and he wrote yesterday that he would come back to the village for a visit on New Year’s Day..." I felt a fire-like emotion transmit to me through my sister's arm.I looked up at my sister and saw that there were tears in her eyes.It was only then that I realized that she had had her hair cut at some point. Her neck as white as snow and her face as pink as peach blossoms, against the backdrop of shiny black hair, she looked as beautiful as a fairy in a Chinese painting.I looked at my happy sister, but couldn't say anything, I just nodded to her, and then flew to the distant town. I only now understand why my sister made dumplings today.I also saw her move the glutinous rice and red dates that were made into rice dumplings at Duanyang, and the buckwheat jelly and grits that were made on June 6th to the sun to dry; she also took out all the peanuts and sunflower seeds and dusted them with a dustpan.And these precious eating sisters usually don't even let me move - it turns out that she is hiding and waiting for Limin to come back to eat! In the overcast sky, snowflakes had already fallen at some point.I ran, jumped, and sprinted toward the town.The denser and denser snowflakes flowed in front of the tiger like a waterfall.The field is quiet, only the rustling sound of snow falling on the ground can be heard.In the confusion, I saw that the top of the mountain in the distance had begun to turn white.I ran in the wind and snow, dancing like a little lunatic, and opened my mouth happily and screamed "ahh".How excited I am, because the person my sister has missed for a long time is coming back!Back then, he was looked down upon in the village. When he came back this time, he was a pompous college student.He is going to university in Beijing!Beijing, is that an easy place to go?I have been there—in a dream.I want Limin to tell me something about Beijing.My heart is full of trust and love for Limin, because he will be my sister's husband, that is, my brother-in-law.I think that when he comes back this time, he will hold an engagement ceremony with his sister like his brother-in-law, and treat the people in the village to eat and drink.In this way, my sister will no longer be laughed at by the villagers for not being a man at the age of twenty-seven.My dear sister has suffered a lot of grievances for this.Girls don't marry, how others look down on them... I ran, thinking wildly, and ran to the town without thinking. I quickly went to the store to buy meat, but the mutton at the public house was already sold out.So I went to the free market on the river beach outside the town to buy two catties of mutton, turned around and got on the road, and ran home. Suddenly, I heard someone calling my nickname from behind. I stopped and looked back. It turned out to be Uncle Li, the postman from the village.Uncle Li has been delivering letters in our Sichuan Road, and he knows both adults and children.Every time my sister received Limin's letter from him. Uncle Li had already walked over, a layer of snow fell on his dog fur hat and shoulders.He handed a letter to me, patted my shoulder with a smile, and said, "Go back to your sister!" After speaking, he turned and left. I looked at the letter, and it was indeed for my sister; it was sent from a chemical factory in the province.I suddenly remembered that my sister said just now that Limin had come from Beijing for an internship in a small factory. Was it a letter from him to my sister?But I thought again: Isn't Limin coming today?Didn't my sister receive his letter yesterday?However, we have no acquaintances or relatives in the province.Who writes to my sister?Except for Limin, there will be no one else!Why did he write another letter?Isn't something wrong with him? Out of impatience, I quickly opened the letter without thinking about it. When I saw the words "Dear Xiaoxing" at the beginning, I was so scared that I was sweating all over, and I didn't dare to read it.God, what an absurd thing I did!How can I peek at my sister's love letter? I thought, since I opened the letter, even if I said I didn't read it, my sister would not believe it.Besides, the first time I saw Yi Aixin, the temptation was too great, and I couldn't resist it at all.So I decided to read the letter—I thought my sister would forgive me for kissing me like that.Besides, I'm a tight-lipped kid, and I won't tell others, not even my father.My sister doesn't know, even about her kissing Limin, I didn't reveal a word to anyone. So I found a place on the side of the road that was sheltered from the wind and people, and read this letter—— "Dear Xiaoxing: Hi! I think it's better to get straight to the point and say everything clearly!Due to the pain, I cannot write long letters.You probably received the letter sent yesterday the day before New Year's Day. I originally wanted to use the New Year's Day holiday to come back and explain everything in front of you, but I don't think we will all be able to bear this kind of face-to-face torture.Therefore, I decided not to come back, and I thought it would be better to write about it in a letter. I have to tell you: my parents did not approve of our marriage (you probably read it in the provincial newspaper, and my father became the deputy governor again).Their main reason is: you are a farmer, we will not be able to live together in the future. I asked them to try to arrange a job for you, but they refused my request because they said they could not violate the Code and engage in unhealthy practices such as "going through the back door".My parents have already found a partner for me, a college student. Her parents and my parents are old Yu friends, and they have suffered together in the past few years.Dear Xiaoxing, emotionally speaking, I love you.But my parents suffered a lot in the past few years, and now that they are old, I can't break their hearts because of me.Besides, in the long run, if we want to unite, we will not only be separated by two places, but also the actual differences between work and occupation, commodity grain and rural grain will bring great difficulties to our lives.For these reasons, dear Xiao Xing, I have surrendered to my parents after a life-and-death pain—in fact, I have surrendered to another myself.I'm selfish, you hate me!Ah, God!It's all horrific..." When I saw this, my head immediately sounded like a thunder!Although I can't understand some words in this letter, I have already understood the most important thing. Limin doesn't want my sister anymore! It was as if a group of moths had been drilled into my brain, buzzing continuously; I felt the sky and the ground spinning, as if snow was floating from the ground to the sky.I hurriedly stuffed the letter in my pocket and ran home... I ran into the yard and stopped. I heard my sister singing in the house.The singing came out from the house, hot and swaying in the wind and snow: "Dear one, do you ever know that there is a heart burning for you. No matter how violent the storm is, no matter where you go to the ends of the earth, this heart My heart will always be with you..." I know, this is almost a movie episode, one of my sister's favorite songs.Tears were streaming down my face.The dense snowflakes are flying and spinning in the sky, and the earth quietly listens to my sister singing with me. I stood in the yard for a while, wiped the tears on my face with my sleeve, and moved back to the house step by step as if my legs were tied with stones. My sister was frying peanuts in the stove, and there was a lot of smoke in the pot, and there was a sound of peeling and peeling. She probably saw that my expression was wrong, so she came over, looked at me in surprise, and suddenly asked, "Bao Wa, where is the mutton you bought?" I looked at my two empty hands, only to realize that the mutton had been left where I read the letter! I didn't say anything, I took out the letter and handed it to my sister, and I couldn't help but threw myself on the bedrock, crying "Wow!" I lay down on the kang stone and cried for a long time.When I got up, my sister was no longer in the house.The few pages of letter paper were scattered on the ground.There was a very choking smell in the room—probably the peanuts in the pot were burnt. Where is my sister?My heart couldn't help but tighten.I ran out of the house without thinking about anything. The wind and snow outside were getting stronger, and a thick layer of wild snow had already accumulated on the ground.The mountains are white, the rivers are white, and the frozen river is also white.Far and near, there is a vast expanse of whiteness. All the ugly things on the earth are covered by this white snow. Sister, where are you? I walked out of the village along the path above the wheat threshing field, crossed the open river, and walked blindly towards the river; fell to the ground. When I stumbled and climbed to the edge of the small river, I suddenly saw a person sitting on a big rock by the river, covered with snow all over his body, like a snowman piled up.Isn't this my sister? This is exactly my dear sister.She hugged her knees with her arms, and looked at the distance blurred by the wind and snow with a pair of dull eyes in bewilderment.She seemed to have stopped breathing, lost the breath of a living person, and turned into a beautiful statue carved from white jade. I also sat beside her silently, leaning my head gently on my sister's shoulder, and couldn't help sobbing.It was getting dark.The wind has subsided, but the snow is still heavy; fluffy snowflakes fall quietly in the evening.The flock of returning sheep came down from the opposite mountain.Slowly moving towards the village in the wind and snow. My sister stretched out a cold hand, trembling slightly, and stroked my head.I raised my face and looked at my sister in the dark: ah, she seemed to be many years old all of a sudden!I vaguely saw that there seemed to be fine wrinkles on her forehead and the corners of her eyes.My dear wretched sister! I don't know when my father stood in front of us.He was covered in the loess of the mountains, his face was dripping with sweat, and his snow-fallen hair was pure white. He bent down silently, patted the snow off my sister and me, took out my fur hat from his armpit and put it on for me, and took out my sister's fur scarf and wrapped it around her neck; Then he gently brushed away the snowflakes on his elder sister's hair with his thick palm - that was actually touching his elder sister gently and lovingly.Dad, I see, you don't just love the land and the crops, how much you actually love us! My sister stood up, buried her head in Dad's arms, and cried loudly. Dad gently stroked her head, sighed heavily, and said, "Oh, I know it all, I know it all...I've known it a long time ago, I've known it a long time ago! I'm afraid you will be sad, and my father doesn't want to be with you Say... I know people will dislike us in the end... It's getting dark, let's go home..." It was completely dark, and large flakes of snow were silently falling on the world. Just like when we were young, my father held my sister's hand in one hand and mine in the other, and walked on the soft snow, leading us across the fields and towards the village.As he walked, he muttered: "...good snow, this is really good snow... Next year the fields will grow good crops, and our situation will be better... Oh, the land will not dislike us..." Sister, did you hear that?Dad said that the land will not hate us.Yes, we will create our own happiness with labor and sweat in this dear land.