Chapter 13 Chapter Five Thirteen

When dusk came, Cui Cui sat under the white pagoda behind the house at home, watching the sky turn into peach-blossom thin clouds as the setting sun turned.On the 14th Zhongzhai, there were a lot of businessmen from the city passing through Zhongzhai to buy mountain goods, and there were also a lot of transitioners. My grandfather was busy on the ferry.It was getting late, and the other sparrows seemed to be resting, only the cuckoo kept chirping.The rocks and soil have been exposed to the sun for a whole day, and the vegetation has been exposed to the sun for a whole day. At this time, they all emit a kind of heat.The air smells of earth, grass, and beetles.Cuicui looked at the red clouds in the sky, and listened to the chaotic voices of businessmen drifting across the ferry, feeling a little desolate in her heart.

Evening is still gentle, beautiful and peaceful.But if a person realizes all the present moments, he will still feel a little desolate in this dusk.So, this day has become a painful thing.Cui Cui felt as if something was missing.It seems that seeing this day has passed, I want to grasp it in a new personnel matter, but I can't.It seems that life is too ordinary to bear. "I'm going to cross Dongting Lake in Taoyuan County by boat, and let my grandfather beat gongs all over the city to call me, and light lanterns and torches to find me." As if her grandfather was angry on purpose, she thought about such a thing presumptuously. She imagined that after she left, her grandfather tried various methods to search for it but found nothing, and how he ended up lying helplessly on the ferry.

People shouted, "Transition, transition, old man, what's wrong with you, don't care about it!" "What's wrong! Cuicui is gone, and she's going to Taoyuan County!" "Then what do you do?" "What should I do? Take a knife, Put it in the baggage, take a boat to kill her!"... Cui Cui seemed to be listening to this conversation seriously, and became frightened, calling her grandfather sharply, while running from the ridge to the ferry by the stream.I saw my grandfather pulling the boat in the middle of the stream, the people on the boat were talking, and the little boy was still jumping.

"Grandpa, grandpa, pull the boat back!" The old boatman didn't understand what she meant, and thought it was Cuicui who was going to do it for him, so he said: "Cui Cui, wait a minute, I'll be back!" "Aren't you pulling it back?" "I'll be right back!" Sitting by the stream, Cuicui looked at everything covered by twilight on the surface of the stream, and saw a group of transitional people on the ferry boat. Among them was a dry tobacco smoker who was smoking with a scythe, and peeled the tobacco sticks beside the boat. Knocking on the cigarette ash, he suddenly burst into tears.

When my grandfather pulled the boat back, he saw Cui Cui sitting on the shore in a daze, and asked her what was the matter, but Cui Cui didn't make a sound.Grandfather asked her to light the fire and cook. After thinking about it for a while, she felt that she was crying ridiculously, so she went back to the house alone, and after sitting by the dark stove to light the fire, she went to the high cliff outside the door and called out to her. His grandfather asked him to come home. An old boatman who is no joke in his job, because he understands that the transition people are all people who rush back to the city for dinner, and they will cross one after another, so it is inconvenient to ask people to stand on the shore. Wait, so don't come ashore.Just stand at the bow of the boat and tell Cui Cui, and ask him to do something. After ferrying people over, he will go home and have dinner.

Cuicui asked her grandfather for the second time, but the grandfather ignored her. She sat on the cliff, feeling very sad. At night, there was a big firefly with a blue light on its tail, and it flew past Cui Cui very quickly. Cui Cui thought, "Look how far you fly!" and followed the firefly's bright light with her eyes.The cuckoo called again. "Grandpa, why don't you come up? I want you!" The grandfather on the boat heard this charming and slightly complaining voice, and replied in a rough voice: "Cui Cui, I'll come, I'll come!" But he said to himself: "Cui Cui! , Grandpa is gone, what will happen to you?"

When the old boatman returned home, he saw that the house was still dark, except for the fire in the stove. He saw Cuicui sitting on a low stool by the stove, covering her eyes with her hands. After walking over, I realized that Cui Cui had been crying for a long time.Grandfather came here for half a day, bending over and pulling back and forth on the boat. When he was resting, his hands and waist were sore. According to the rules, as soon as he got home, he could smell the stewed melons and vegetables in the pot. And you can see the shadow of Cui Cui running around under the light while arranging dinner.Things are a little different today.

Grandfather said: "Cui Cui, I'm late, you cry, is that okay? I'm dead?" Cuicui was silent. The grandfather said again: "Don't cry, be an adult, no matter what happens, don't cry. You have to be tough and strong, and you are worthy of living on this land!" Cui Cui moved her hands away from her eyes, and moved closer to her grandfather, "I won't cry anymore." When the two were having dinner, Grandpa told Cui Cui some interesting stories.Hence the mention of Cui Cui's mother who died.After they ate under the soybean oil lamp, the old boatman was tired from work and drank half a bowl of white wine. After the meal, he was in a good mood, and went to the high cliff outside the door with Cuicui to go down in the moonlight to tell stories.Talking about the cuteness of the poor mother, and at the same time talking about the toughness of the poor mother, made Cuicui fascinated and fell in love with her.

Cui Cui sat hugging her knees under the moonlight, next to her grandfather, and asked many stories about the poor mother.Occasionally he let out a breath, as if something heavy was pressing on his heart, and he wanted to move it farther, so he let out this breath, but he couldn't move the thing away. The moonlight is like silver, shining everywhere, and the bamboos on the mountain are all black under the moonlight.The sound of insects in the grass around me was as dense as rain.Occasionally, from nowhere, a grass warbler would suddenly say "Luoluoluoshush!" at its throat. After a while, the little bird seemed to understand that it was midnight and it shouldn't be so noisy, so it remained closed. That little eye fell asleep.

Grandfather Ye Lai was in a good mood, and as he continued the story for Cuicui, he mentioned how the singing style of the people in this city 20 years ago became famous in the border areas of Sichuan and Guizhou.Cuicui's father is a first-hand singer, who can use various metaphors to explain the knot of love and hatred, and these things have also been mentioned.How Cuicui's mother loves to sing, and how she and her father sang against each other in the daytime before they met each other. One of them cut bamboo in the bamboo grove halfway up the mountain, and the other pulled a boat on the ferry on the stream. These things are also mentioned.

Cuicui asked: "What happened next?" Grandpa said: "Things are very long later, the most important thing is that this kind of singing sings you."