Chapter 5 Chapter Three Jiangcun Tragedy and Comedy

Back in Jiangcun, back to the world of Dongjiang, water weng trees, peanut fields, rice fields, and sugarcane groves, Caicai has not forgotten Dapeng Bay at his uncle’s house, but the mountains, trees and sea water there are more and more like a dream .The nostalgia for the mountains and the sea often arouses Caicai's longing and imagination for the distant place.She didn't know how to keep the beautiful things she had seen, so she often leaned against the corner in a daze, and sometimes she couldn't come back to herself until her mother picked up the stick.She picks up the broom slowly, before sweeping the floor, her thoughts fly away again—she wants to go far away, the distance is so vast and beautiful—why she can only stay in the small Jiangcun for a year Only one long journey—oh, what a pity!

Jiangcun remained the same, and didn't mind at all that her child had the idea of ​​leaving her. When it was Lantern Festival, the weather was still very cold, and women in Jiangcun rubbed flour to make glutinous rice balls.The glutinous rice balls are round and sweet, and after eating a bowl, they warm up. As soon as they get hot, the children happily run out and play until dark before returning home. After the Lantern Festival, it will be the second day of the second lunar month, when the dragon raises its head, it is always cold and rainy.Early in the morning, the woman took the child, took the bamboo basket, and went to the uncultivated rice field. When the sun rose to the height of the bamboo pole, the basket was full of wormwood.The woman returned home, grinding flour and sifting powder, and worked for a long time to make fragrant wormwood corners.Every piece of clothing has two pockets, and every pair of trousers has two trouser pockets. She stuffed the pockets full of wormwood corners and ran out of the house. If she didn’t want to go home, no one would find it. to where she is.

Wait until March is clear and bright, the swallows return, and the sun is shining.The women in the family gathered together to kill chickens and cook rice, steamed meat buns, and bought red oranges.After lunch, everyone carried the sacrifices onto the wooden boat, and the man rowed the wooden boat to Qingzhu Island in the middle of the river.Green Bamboo Island grew densely packed with bamboo, and all the ancestors of Jiangcun were buried in the bamboo forest.Dad and the others went to worship their ancestors, sometimes they brought Jiang Caicai with them, sometimes they didn't, because she was a girl, it didn't matter whether she went or not.

On warm and cold nights, people are sitting at home, and people drop by from time to time, gossiping about their families.When all the gossip was finished, the people in the room sat there in silence, quietly facing the river view outside the door.They see time passing by like water.They saw the reflection of the dense vegetation on the water's edge in the water, forming large and large shadows.Under the large shadows, there is a mysterious atmosphere, as if the legendary water ghosts, fox fairies and witches are about to break out of the water. At this time, the clear flute sound of Qingzhuzhou crossed the flowing water and came along with the wind.The direction of the wind is sometimes uncertain, the wind is sometimes stronger and sometimes weaker, and the sound of the flute is intermittent, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred.People can't quite understand, and can't understand the meaning expressed by those voices-but although they don't understand, they seem to yearn for it.So they remained silent, trapped in emotions that they could not resolve.The music seemed to be calling for something, but it was obviously not calling for their physical bodies, but it seemed to be calling for their souls.But they don't know that they have souls, and their souls sleep in the deep dirt of their hearts, and they rarely show up in their long lives.They repeated the monotonous days day after day, driven by interests and desires, serving the strong and bullying the weak, each maintaining their poor decency.Although many people live together all their lives, they can't learn to love each other all their lives, and they can't get out of their narrow and dark cages all their lives.

For Jiang Caicai, the sound of the flute in Qingzhuzhou is uniquely charming. It seems to whisper to her, describing to her a world she doesn't know.So she pricked up her ears, and her eyes shone with dark stars. Grandpa was wrapped in a tattered felt, sitting on a bamboo chair and telling stories to Caicai, and there was another world in the story.Grandpa used his memory to tell a storybook he had read when he was young. It was about Jiang Ziya selling salted fish when it rained, and the salted fish jumped out of his basket and swam into the river one by one.But as soon as he heard the sound of the flute, Grandpa stopped talking, and Caicai forgot to ask about the whereabouts of the salted fish.Grandpa raised his feet, squinted his eyes and said, the more lame he blows, the better.In today's world, besides him, who else would play the flute for the rest of his life?

On a starless night, people can see many fireflies flying out of the water plants when they look towards Qingzhuzhou from a distance.On the spring night, the Qingzhuzhou is smoky and misty, and when the flute is played, there is a particularly desolate atmosphere. Each syllable can tell the helpless pain of the world, making people feel so painful that they can't sleep all night.The cold weather with rain is even more uncomfortable. Indistinctly, from time to time, I hear a woman crying bitterly, followed by a man cursing, saying why the king of hell can't always remember, and put that lame one-eyed ghost Hook it up.

That lame one-eyed ghost is Lao Quan who lives alone in Qingzhuzhou. It is he who sings every night and disturbs the peace of Jiangcun.He is an old bachelor, his right foot and left eye were broken by the Japanese.But because he had been a soldier of the Kuomintang, he had suffered a lot after liberation, and he couldn't live comfortably like the veterans of the Dongjiang column, so unfortunately he contracted leprosy, and no one took care of him.The leprosy patients were sent to Qingzhuzhou in the town of Huishui. It was originally meant to be isolated and destroyed humanely, but the old man was so stubborn that he survived alone.He planted sweet potatoes, beans, peanuts, and a flock of chickens on the sandy land of Qingzhuzhou—just like that, he lived alone without anyone approaching him, and he didn't seem to feel inadequate.Only that flute, in the passing of the breeze and flowing water, slowly reached the state of perfection.

On a summer night, the moon is bright and the wind is clear, and the river wind is blowing in with the smell of green grass. At this time, the sound of the flute is very pleasant.The flute imitates the singing of birds and the laughter of children, blowing it down tactfully, making people nostalgic, as if they want to stay at a certain moment forever, teaching people to want to never grow up, never grow old.In such short moments, people fantasize about food, clothing, wealth, and freedom, thinking that cold, hunger, and illness will never come again. When the flute on Qingzhuzhou stopped, Lao Quan and Qingzhuzhou fell asleep together.Song Gen from Beibuto took out his erhu and pretended to pull it up.Song Gen's Erhu is a collection of comical jokes, which are played back and forth, full of obscene and joyful ditties.

Song Gen had two wives, but both died earlier than him, and his two daughters were married, and now he is the only one left living in the mud hut.Song Gen has no son, so he is more afraid of death than anyone else. He is afraid that no one will die when he dies. This is a nightmare he cannot get rid of. Song Gen has a round face like a child, with small round eyes. He may be cute when he is young, but he just looks ridiculous when he is old.He doesn't have a mirror in his house, so he can't see his own appearance, so he just smiles with his mouth open all day long, the corners of his mouth are drooling, his hair has not been washed for a long time, and it gradually becomes greasy, and strands are connected together.When the children chased him and yelled "Fear of death", he always smiled and ignored them, but sometimes he would turn around and curse, his small eyes were wide open, and his face was flushed.The children ran away, a little afraid of him, because Song Gen couldn't control himself.

Song Gen had been ill for a long time, everyone thought he was going to die, but he didn't.From time to time, he would sit at the ferry, grab the strangers who were passing through, and cry, with tears and snot running down his face. He lifted up his clothes, revealing his pale belly, where there were stone-like lumps on his stomach. He was wronged. He said, "I'm in so much pain here!" The cowardly passer-by was scared to death, and if he encountered a vicious person, he would be pushed into the water, and Song Gen sat on the ground, crying loudly. Song Gen cried like a woman abandoned by her husband, her cries were helpless, high and low, floating above Jiangcun.He cried like this until evening.The evening wind is like weeping, the distant rice fields can't see the end, and a few sparse distant trees stand silently. Time makes people cry and arouses the hidden madness and sadness in people's hearts.Song Gen stopped crying, he fell on the ground, panting heavily, looking more and more like a toad.

"Song Gen is going crazy!" People became excited and rushed to tell each other, and the news spread from the end of the village to the head of the village immediately, and all the interested people put down their work and came to watch.When the sun withdrew the light from the outside and burned his heart red hot, the sun sank, and fell on the distant horizon with a "dang", Song Gen went crazy. He rolled on the ground and pulled his hair fiercely, finally I grabbed one of them, and blood flowed all over my face.The person next to him clapped his hands and jumped up: "Songgen, good! Good! Let's do a somersault!" Song Gen started somersaulting.But suddenly he came to his senses, opened his bloody hands in front of him, stared at the blood on his hands, and stared at it, a carp jumped up, tore its throat, and shouted in despair: "Help! Help! People cheered.No one rescued him.No one would come up to him and grab his hand, no one would hug his head tightly in his arms, no one would fetch a towel and dry the poor wretch's tears. Song Gen broke through a gap in the crowd, turned into the Qingshi alley, and ran like a fly.The onlookers rushed to catch up, for fear of missing the most exciting plot.But nothing will happen again, Jiangcun at night is peaceful.Occasionally there was the sound of a husband beating his wife, but that was behind closed doors, and the sound could not be heard far away. After many years, Song Gen died.For a while, people hadn’t seen Song Gen for a long time, and a laundry woman said on the pier: “Where is Song Gen? Isn’t it dead?” When the Mid-Autumn Festival came, Song Gen’s daughter returned to her mother’s house, but she couldn’t find her anywhere—no one. , also can not see the corpse.The pine root is really gone.This incident has become a long-term topic of discussion among the people of Jiangcun, and it has been raging for a while.Some people said that Songgen must have been unable to bear the pain and drowned in water to death.Some people disagree, because the older a person is, the less courageous he is, the more afraid of death, the less he dares to jump down. The pine root may have accidentally fallen into the water and drowned.But there is no proof of death, and there is no conclusion after fighting and fighting. People are unhappy, and their faces are full of regret.Song Gen was a waste when he was alive, and now he is still a waste when he is dead-don't be afraid of him!That's what every grown-up tells their children, telling them to take courage when they pass Songgen's mud house.Songgen's daughter wept bitterly, cleaned up the house, closed the door, and left, never to return. Jiangcun's music includes not only lame flute and Songgen erhu, but also dragon boat gongs and drums.It was music as bright as the sun and as heavy as a boulder, and it was a feast for Jiangcun. The dragon boat was buried in the mud at the end of the village and had been silent for a long time.When the seedlings headed in early summer, the muddy man dug it out of the mud. People carried out the dusty gongs, drums and dragon heads from the ancestral hall, and placed them in the Pak Tai Temple to burn incense and worship.Then burn incense and take a bath, decorate the giant dragon gorgeously, and then grandly push it on the stage of May, making it the dazzling protagonist on the Dongjiang River. The old dragon was lying on his back under the old banyan tree, like an old emperor, patiently waiting for the attendant to dress him up.My father guarded it all day long with a tung oil barrel. He would apply tung oil to it repeatedly, and when the last tung oil dries, the hull would become shiny, showing its noble status. Then my father picked up the newest brush and focused on painting the dragon scales with bright gold oil, red oil, and purple oil. After painting the dragon hull, paint the dragon paddles.The dragon boat oars are all painted red, and they are neatly and orderly erected under the trees to dry, like a high-spirited army. Then, people chose a good day, and the dragon boat was launched.People carried out the beautiful dragon head from the ancestral hall. The dragon head has been repainted by experts. The dragon's horns are painted more yellow, the dragon's eyes are painted blacker, and the black and bright dragon beard is more impressive. It sticks straight into the water. People carried out two big gongs and a big drum from the ancestral hall. The huge bright red "Jiang" character on the drum has also been rewritten, which is eye-catching and dazzling in the sun; The flags were planted on the dragon boat one after another, and when the wind blew, the flags were raised high, and the sound of hunting... Men of all sizes in Jiangcun grabbed the oars of the dragon boat and rushed to land on the dragon boat. When the gongs and drums sounded, the dragon entered Water, immediately alive. "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom boom boom clang!..." At that time, the dragon boats on both sides of the Dongjiang River were launched one after another. They swam around the river all day long, with the sound of drums and gongs. Spring is over and midsummer is coming. This is the most abundant and beautiful time for the Dongjiang River. The water in the Dongjiang River is clear and magnanimous. Fish and shrimps come to play and rest under the banyan tree in the cool and shallow water.The grass and trees on both sides of the river are luxuriant, and the big trees are in a happy mood, laughing happily in the wind. They bloom all kinds of flowers, beige water weng flowers, beige water apple flowers, bright red pomegranate flowers... one tree after another Kazuki, every corner of the village is filled with the vague fragrance of flowers.Not to mention the birds in the trees, their joy is audible... On the dragon boat, half-grown black-faced children danced on the bow of the dragon boat, holding tattered palmetto fans; an old man with white beard sat at the stern of the dragon boat and steered, with a long pipe dangling from his mouth.When the dragon boat is rowing, the colorful hull, the bright red oars, the lively sound of gongs and drums, and the flying colorful flags...all of these are so glamorous and dazzling. When the dragon boat was swimming on the river, the children shouted loudly on the bank and ran to follow.When the two dragons met, they immediately began to fight, and the water splashed on the river surface, and the fight was inseparable.The children couldn't catch up, and saw that the dragon boat crossed Qingzhu Island, went straight up the river, and disappeared all the way.At this time, other dragon boats appeared on the water, they were equally bright, pleasing to the eye, and lively and cheerful. They stopped from time to time and moored to rest under the big water weng tree.The children gathered around to watch, some jumped into the water and splashed water with the adults on the dragon boat.But the child is still thinking about the wins and losses of the dragon boats in his village, and he always looks up the river, thinking about it until evening.The dragon boat finally came back from the long journey, and the pickpockets came ashore one after another. The boy followed his father, asking questions all the way, with infinite envy in his eyes, hoping to grow up quickly, big enough to pick up the dragon boat oars and row the dragon boat far away. May 15th is the Dragon Boat Festival in Dead Water Town. At noon that day, the water of the Dongjiang River reached its highest point, and the surface of the river was wider than usual.On this day, the dragon boats of the whole town will gather together for a grand competition.It is a long-awaited festival for the children. In addition to the local dragon boats, there will also be dragon boats flying across the long-distance waterway to watch. At that time, dragons gather on the river, and the names of hundreds of families are written on the colorful flags. With the ability, the dragon boat head has a lot of fun, which is really beautiful. In those years, Jiangcun's eldest child was a rare genius. He was Jiang Yuan's only son Jiang Mantang.Jiang Mantang has a round, black face with a tinge of red, and a smile hidden in his big eyes. When he turns his eyes, he can always come up with novel things, so on weekdays, he is always followed by a group of children.Such a child king is already well-known in Shangxia Village.His family is a family of dragon heads, and his father and grandfather both grew up dancing dragon heads.Jiang Mantang started to dance the big-headed Buddha in the lion dance team as early as ten years old. During the Chinese New Year, he went out to dance the lion with him. Because the big-headed Buddha he danced was very lively and humorous, everyone gathered around him and threw firecrackers on him. Throw it away, the big lion danced so rigidly that no one saw it.People hung red envelopes high on his head, one high and one low to tease him to grab it.He wore that bright and ridiculous mask, pretended not to see it, and still made vivid movements. The audience cheered loudly, but he ignored it.Unexpectedly, he jumped up suddenly, snatched the unsuspecting red envelope, and roared exaggeratedly: "Wow, this time it's developed!" The onlookers laughed and roared, smashing their palms. When Jiang Mantang had an accident, there was only the last lap left in the dragon boat race, and the three dragon boats were lined up in the middle of the river, competing to break out of the siege.At this time, the pickpocket rowed nine times and was already thirsty. The spectators on the small boats in the river splashed water on the dragon boat, hoping that they could drink it with their mouths open.A ladle of water happened to be splashed at Jiang Mantang's feet, and he tilted his body and slid into the water. At this moment, the two dragon boats were clamped tightly, and countless brightly colored dragon boat oars swiped towards him. After a few thumps, it sank and never floated up again.But Jiangcun's dragon boat continued to move forward like a broken bamboo, and the old dragon grabbed the first place and won the first place that year. The music of "Backgammon" was broadcast all the time on the surface of the river. Every gong and drummer tried their best to beat their gongs and drums. As a result of the competition, all kinds of voices joined together to completely cover up Aunt Jiang Yuan's crying.When the mayor presented the pennant, all the award-winning dragon boats performed triumphantly again. It wasn't until evening, when the song ended and the river surface returned to its former calm, with a setting sun spreading in the middle of the water, and the floating golden light jumping indefinitely, that people discovered that Aunt Yuan was kneeling on the big rock by the river and weeping bitterly.At this time, the village head and secretary had sent a boat to find Jiang Mantang. The sent ship was searched for three days in a row, but it was not found.Aunt Yuan refused to eat or drink, and forced the fast boat to search downstream for three days, but she still couldn't find it. Jiang Mantang's grandmother was the lucky woman who helped people burn paper money and called her childhood blessing. She stood on crutches and walked tremblingly to the ferry to look around. Tangzai, your soul has returned..." Fu Po went to Zhang Blind's house on the other side to count her fate and came back. Zhang Blind said that Jiang Mantang was not an ordinary mortal, but was actually the reincarnation of the youngest son of the Dragon King. Now the Dragon King called him back, and now he is enjoying the blessings in the Dragon Palace.That's how life should be, so don't be sad. Three days later, Jiang Yuan's family invited the sorceress from another village to do the ritual. Aunt Yuan, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, both dressed in dark clothes, placed water and wine by the water to burn ingots and paper money.In the clearing on the bank, small, one fire after another, burning and extinguishing.The river wind blew so hard that it shattered the paper dust and flew all over the ground.Fu Po grabbed the rice, sprinkled it on the sand, and then poured wine into the open space. The smoke filled her eyes, and she kept weeping. ground rice.The children watched from a distance, and no one dared to say anything.Aunt Jiang Yuan loosened her hair and kowtowed fiercely to Dongjiang until her forehead bled, and streams of blood flowed on her face, which was extremely terrifying. Later, the sparks on the ground were also extinguished, and fireflies rose from the far river beach. They are short-lived flying stars, like unsolvable puzzles, flying into children's dreams from time to time.Caicai woke up in the middle of the night, as if she heard the heavy sigh of the village, she sighed softly, turned over, and fell asleep again. The next afternoon, all the children in Jiangcun heard the news that Jiang Yuan took Aunt Yuan to the city hospital. The doctor said that Aunt Yuan lost her mind. Afternoon after afternoon, Jiang Caicai was hunkering down on the root of the old water weng tree to fish for shrimp males. He heard the woman who was doing the laundry say that Yuanyuan's aunt was sick when Jiang Mantang was born, and she could no longer have children. After breaking up like this, he must marry another one this time. From then on, anyone passing by Jiangcun could see a woman with disheveled hair sitting by the river all day long, staring at the river water, as if she wanted to see through the entire Dongjiang River and see the bottom of the water.But the child named Jiang Mantang she expected to wait for was absolutely true and would never come back again. After the tragedies and comedies of the Dragon Boat Festival passed together, the Dongjiang River gradually returned to calm, and the dragon boats quietly moored under the water weng tree.Before long, people took off its gorgeous decorations and buried it deep under the mud.What was buried together was not only the dragon boat, but also the excitement and excitement of Jiangcun.The tranquility of Jiangcun will continue until the end of the year. When the New Year is approaching, everyone is free, and the village pays for a troupe to set up a stage and sing big plays in the Sun Valley Field. The theater troupe brought colorful clothes, horses, and a set of gongs and drums that kept ringing.Chasing behind the theater troupe were not only a group of children with runny noses, but also Shui Ping who had grown into a big girl. "Cha Ducan—" The gongs and drums sounded, and this night they sang "Silly Bridal Chamber". Everyone put down their bowls and chopsticks and rushed over. The children who could not occupy the front position sat on the shoulders of their fathers, and the ones who did not sit on the shoulders moved a tall long board to stand on.At the beginning, three people stood on a bench, and soon there were six people standing on it, and soon it fell down with a crash.Everyone laughed, and the one who fell on the ground laughed harder the harder he fell.These lively ducks couldn't see, she was standing in front of the stage with her rice bowl in her hand, the rice in the bowl had already been eaten, but she was reluctant to take it home to wash.The stage was so high that when the singer walked to the front, his shoes almost touched her upturned face. She didn't realize it, but involuntarily moved closer, closer. On the stage, it was a silly boy with a big face and his wife who was heavily made up.Shazai sang a passage, and suddenly put on airs and crawled on the ground, "Wow! Wang! Wang!" He barked like a dog.His wife threw meat buns at him, and he reached out to catch the meat buns, and then stuffed them into his mouth, his cheeks swelled up, like a dying chicken hugging a fish.The audience laughed and cheered in unison. Shui Ping clapped her hands, and the rice bowl in her hand fell to the ground and shattered—however, at such a noisy moment, no one heard the sound of the rice bowl breaking, not even Shui Ping herself. The play broke up, and after a long time, it was so late at night that she couldn't see her fingers, Shui Ping boiled sweet potato syrup and sent it to the theater troupe. When it was almost dawn, dew soaked the trousers of early passers-by, and someone saw Shazai and Shuiping hiding behind the haystack, hugging each other. In the afternoon of the next day, the north wind blew out the red candles in front of the Beidi Temple, and someone saw the silly boy babbling under the mulberry tree behind the temple, teaching Shuiping to sing opera. "Cha Ducan——", the sun-drying yard was lit up, and the gongs and drums sounded again. This time, "Chen Shimei Denied His Wife" was sung. The painted face was painted into a white face, and the silly boy transformed into Chen Shimei.Last night, the woman with heavy make-up put on the Jingchai sarong, wept and sang about Qin Xianglian eating chaff.Singing and singing, the children dispersed first, whistled and whistled, and went to the elementary school playground to play the game of "fishing net".Immediately afterwards, the men dispersed one by one, and went to the mahjong table in the canteen to have fun.Only women remained around the stage, old and young, they raised their sleeves to form a cloud, and they wiped tears and tears.The harder the opera is sung, the more heartbroken you cry, and the more infatuated you become.The sufferings of the women have been accumulated for a long time, like the water in a lake is gradually accumulating, until now, Qin Xianglian finally broke the miserable dam, and the grievance and pain burst out.For a moment, the whole place fell into a masochistic and desolate carnival. After several days of singing, the troupe left, and Shui Ping followed.Seeing the big play from the stage to their side, the people were very excited. They patted their thighs, saliva flew everywhere, and their noses and eyes were fixed one by one.Shui Ping's parents, good old Uncle De and Aunt De, bowed their heads, blushed, and felt ashamed, unable to lift their heads for several days.When they woke up and realized the seriousness of the problem, they went to the village cadres and asked them to find the theater troupe to return their daughter, but the theater troupe had disappeared. In late autumn of the next year, when the southeast wind in Jiangcun turned to northwest wind, Shui Ping came back with a yellow face and a big belly.Uncle De asked her to go to the hospital in the city to find a way to get rid of the child. Shui Ping screamed, rushed into the kitchen, picked up a kitchen knife, and put it across her neck.The parents bowed their heads, blushed, and felt ashamed, and they never raised their heads again. The matchmaker Bagu showed kindness and told Shuiping about her husband’s family in the downstream Kuzhu Town. Although the man’s face was scalded by boiling water when he was young, his eyes, nose and mouth were shrunk into a ball, he was extremely ugly, and he was over forty years old, but Shuiping still wore clothes. She wore a brand new red wedding dress, and married with dignity.People said that if the belly wasn't too big, the newlyweds would still be pretty. Jiangcun married a daughter in autumn and a daughter-in-law in winter.This newly married bride, like Shui Ping who married off not long ago, caused a sensation. The reason for the sensation was firstly that she was Jiang Sien's bride.Jiang Sien was the first college student in Jiangcun. At a young age, he became the principal of Jiangcun Primary School.He can write couplets and draw New Year pictures. He is both educated and handsome. He is the standard husband in the girl's heart.Jiang Sien walked by on the road, and everyone couldn't help but look at it more. The second reason for the sensation was the bride’s dowry. There was no clothes car, mirror, or even cloth clothes. There are stacks of books, and even more out of the ordinary, there are stacks of picture frames, huge picture frames, inlaid with oil paintings drawn by the bride herself. Everyone put down their work and rushed over to help move the dowry.At night, every family heard the shocking news: the paintings brought by the bride are all naked people, men and women, without pants, which is really indecent! When the bride walked through the door, everyone ran to see.The bride was so beautiful, the girls felt ashamed and left quietly. The young man was jealous, and in order to get a few more glances, they all refused to leave under the pretext of asking for help.Jiang Caicai hid by the door to watch the excitement, she couldn't believe that people could look so good-looking, she ignored her mother's orders, and insisted on following the bride into the new house.The bride gave her a red egg, and she fell to the ground. "You...well...take a good look." She even stuttered. The bride smiled softly, like a spring breeze, and Caicai felt the surroundings suddenly warm up.Caicai clearly saw that there was a deep dimple on the left side of the bride's face. "I like you, you really look good, you look good." The bride gently grasped her hand, squatted down, made herself as tall as her, and said softly to her: "I also like beautiful things, and I like all beautiful things-but good-looking is not enough, beauty is good. " Jiang Caicai stammered, trying to say something but couldn't.At this time, several old women came in and wanted to take the bride to worship the gods, so Caicai had to quietly leave the door.She walked to the river, walked up and down the river, the wind was blowing on the surface of the river, and there were ripples on the surface of the river, which was really beautiful.The water weng tree on the opposite bank is reflected in the water. The water has been flowing and flowing, everything has passed, and it seems that nothing has happened. The Dongjiang River is quiet, but it seems that there is a silent song that is being sung in time. It was getting dark, Caicai didn't know what to miss, she didn't want to go home at all, she felt that those things that grow naturally, those things that have always existed since ancient times, even the sandy beach and stones, weeds and ants, all It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful... The next day, according to the customs of Jiangcun, the bride wore a red wedding dress and carried a load of tall buckets to fetch water from the river.The children chased after them, picked up the big and small stones on the ground, and rushed to throw them into the bucket. Two buckets were full of water, splashing and splashing all the way. When they reached the door of the house, there was not much water left. The bride put down the bucket and asked her mother-in-law to check Stones at the bottom of the barrel—the more stones there are, the more her future children and grandchildren, the more money she has... I wonder if she will find that beautiful colorful shell? Caicai hides in a far corner, with a small, small secret in her heart.