Chapter 5 Arctic Village Fairy Tales (5)

"It's been a year, Zhu'er. I didn't tell your mother about your... death. No wonder, me, your mother, she can't bear it." Weeping, his body leaned forward, his head kept lowering, lowering, until it reached his knees. The rainbow is gone.The sky is as pure as a bend of water. It took a long time for him to raise his head, his hands trembling, and after searching in his pockets for a long time, he finally saw something black and shining. "Watermelon seeds!" I exclaimed. He shook all over, turned around slowly, put down his trousers, and said, "Grandpa grows watermelons. I'll eat them for you when they bear fruit." He squatted up, digging a hole, and asked me to put the seeds down.

"Are you still in a hurry?" I asked him. "Hurry up. It will be done in autumn." He grabbed a handful of soil, rubbed it carefully, and sprinkled it evenly in the pit. My grandpa and I closed the garden gate and walked into the house. My grandma scolded inside: "Old and young, how can I not worry about one of them! Tell Zhu'er to come back tomorrow, don't buy things for that old bastard. Get some watermelon seeds, look at them today, touch them tomorrow, it’s really closer than seeing your son.” I rushed into the house and grabbed my grandma by the skirt: "Who is Zhu'er?"

"Is 'Zhu'er' something you can call? It's not big or small!" "Who is he?" "Your uncle!" Zhu'er is the uncle, how could the uncle die?Don't dare to tell Zhu'er his mother, isn't Zhu'er's mother his grandma? "Grandma, are you Zhu'er's mother?" "Well, cough, cough." She smiled and tilted her body, spilling porridge all over her clothes, "I'm not Zhu'er's mother, who is it? When Zhu'er gave birth, it was difficult to give birth, and I almost lost my life." She Pulling the rag off the wire attached to the wall, he flicked the rice grains like garlic.

"Hurry up! It's cold! It's easy to ask anything!" My aunt pushed the bowl in front of me and gave me a hard look. "I'm not hungry! I don't want to eat! Whoever wants to take care of you, let your partner go!" She dropped her chopsticks and ran to the West Room, where the door was slammed shut. Knowing that I had made a mistake, I walked out of the house feeling uneasy. The sunset is about to go down, the sky turns gray blue, and the distant mountains are covered in mist, making them appear empty and blurred. The fool came to meet me.I didn't care about it, and walked forward.It whined in grievance and stamped its feet in protest.

I don't know how long I've been walking, but the river is in front of me. Ah, Jiang, don't you feel tired when you flow quickly and continuously?He is really like a wild child who loves to play. As soon as he lies here, he forgets to eat and sleep. You have become wild, and you keep rolling up waves and clusters of spray.Even so, you still feel unsatisfied, so you cut off a piece of meat from your own breast, threw it on the beach, and turned it into colorful stones. Look at you, did you see me coming, spreading out a piece of sparkling broken light and spitting out a bunch of white lotus flowers?Oh, you nodded and kept nodding.You wild child of the Arctic village!

What a beach.Loose and soft.How did I feel it the first time?Colorful stones, round, square, long, many, many... On the way back from the river by my uncle, I kept crying. There is a faint crescent moon hooked on the horizon, and the endless stars are like the flames of candles, dancing constantly. My tears wet my uncle's neckline completely.I envy Jiang, and even hate him a little.It is eloquent, on cloudy days, passionately kissing the rain; on sunny days, looking up at the floating clouds leisurely. Jiang, Jiang, you must know why grandma laughed so frighteningly and why grandpa said such things.But why don't you tell me?

The frog croaked by the river.At first, there were only a few scattered sounds, and it sounded like a carriage with bells was galloping. Stars, stars, the sky is full.Which one am I?Didn't my mother say that when she gave birth to me, she dreamed of a star falling into her arms? Oh, so tired.My hair was heavy and my chest was tight.There was a blur in front of my eyes, and my body was shivering with cold, as if someone had applied a layer of ice to it.I put my head limply on my uncle's shoulder, and I didn't know anything. Very tired, very tired. In front of my eyes are colorful little stars, they shake, shake, red, all red, like a new wife's hijab, like a big rooster's comb; no, it's purple again, tens of thousands of small beans bean.Pink, green, white... Finally, the eyes are full of gold, like sparks flying.

I finally opened my eyes. The white wall, reflecting the bright sunlight, is even whiter.