Chapter 15 Chapter Six Fifteen

The old man took the new oil boat and went down the river, leaving Nuo to send the two old men at home.The old boatman thought that since the song belonged to the second elder last time, he would naturally hear that song again in the next few days.At night, she deliberately urged Cuicui to pay attention to the singing at night from other things.The two of them sat in the house after eating. Because of the waterfront in front of the house, long-legged mosquitoes buzzed at dusk. Cui Cui lit a cigarette pack made of wormwood and swayed it around the corners of the house. To repel mosquitoes.After shaking for a while, it was estimated that the whole room was thoroughly smothered by the smoke of Artemisia argyi, so I put it on the floor in front of the bed, and then sat on the small bench to listen to my grandfather.From some stories, I slowly talked about singing, and my grandfather said it very well.When the grandfather arrived, he asked:

"Cui Cui, the song in your dream can make you climb the high cliff to pick the saxifrage. If someone really comes to sing for you on the high cliff of Duixi River, how about you?" Grandpa said as a joke . Cui Cui also took it as a joke and replied: "I will listen to someone singing, and I will listen to him as long as he sings!" "Singing for three years and six months?" "It's so beautiful, I've listened to it for three years and six months." "It's not fair." "How unfair? Isn't the person who sang for me very willing for me to listen to his songs for a long time?"

"It is reasonable to say that cooking requires people to eat, and singing requires people to listen to. But when people sing for you, they want you to understand the meaning of his songs!" "Grandpa, do you understand what the song means?" "Of course it's his sincerity that wants to be close to you! If you don't understand that little thing, isn't it the same as listening to the bamboo sparrow singing?" "So what if I understand his heart?" The grandfather beat his leg heavily with his fist, and smiled: "Cui Cui, you are a good boy, grandpa is very stupid, and he doesn't speak softly, so don't be angry. I will just talk about it and tell you a joke. You should Listen to it as a joke. The old man Tianbao in Hejie walks on the road and asks Baoshan to propose marriage. I told you about it. You look unwilling, don’t you? But, if that person has a brother, walk on the road, To sing for you, to propose to you, what will you say?"

Cui Cui was taken aback and lowered her head.Because she didn't understand how true the joke was, and she didn't know who made it up. Grandpa said, "Tell me, which one do you want?" Cuicui smiled and said with a pleading air: "Grandpa, don't tell this joke." Cui Cui stood up. "What if I'm telling the truth?" "Grandpa, you are really..." Cuicui said and walked out. Grandpa said, "I was telling a joke, are you mad at me?" Cuicui didn't dare to be angry with her grandfather, so when she approached the threshold, she diverted the conversation to another matter: "Grandpa looks at the moon in the sky, it's so big!" Stand still in the open air.After standing for a while, my grandfather also came out from the house.Cuicui then sat on the rock that was heated by the strong sunlight during the day, and the rock was dissipating the residual heat stored during the day.Grandpa said: "Cui Cui, don't sit on a hot rock, so as not to get a sit sore." But after touching it with his hands, he sat on the rock himself.

The moonlight is extremely soft, and there is a thin layer of white mist floating on the surface of the stream. If someone sings to the stream at this time, and echoes across the stream, it is really beautiful.Cui Cui still remembered the jokes her grandfather told earlier.He is not deaf, and his grandfather's words are very clear. What's the matter with a brother walking on the road and singing to pass the night?She seemed to be silent for a long time in order to wait for such singing. She sat under the moonlight for a while, but she really wanted to hear someone sing in her heart.For a long time, there was nothing but the unvoiced replay of a piece of grass and insects in Duixi.Cui Cui went home, touched the reed pipe by the door, took it out and played it by herself in the moonlight.He felt that it was not good to play, so he handed it to his grandfather to ask him to play.The old boatman put the reed pipe up to his mouth, and blew a long tune, which softened Cui Cui's heart.

Cuicui sat next to her grandfather and asked her grandfather: "Grandpa, who was the first to make this little tube?" "It must be the happiest person, because he gives people a lot of happiness; but it seems to be the most unhappy person, because he can also make people unhappy at the same time!" "Grandpa, are you unhappy? Are you angry with me?" "I'm not mad at you. I'm happy with you around me." "What if I run away?" "You won't leave Grandpa." "In case something like this happens, how about you, grandpa?"

"In case of such a thing, I will drive this ferry to find you." Cui Cui sneered. "Fengtan and Citan are not dangerous, there are chicken coops underneath; the chicken cages are easy to get off, and Qinglang Beach is as big as a house. Grandpa, can you get off Fengtan, Citan and Qinglang Beach by ferry? Didn’t you say that the water in those places is like a lunatic?” Grandfather said: "Cui Cui, I will really look like a madman at that time, still afraid of big water and big waves?" Cui Cui seemed to think about it very seriously, and said, "Grandpa, I will definitely not leave. But, will you leave? Will you be caught and taken elsewhere by yourself?"

Grandfather fell silent, thinking of things like being taken by death. The old boatman looked at his situation after being captured by death, and looked at a star in the southern corner of the sky, thinking: "There are meteors above the sky in July and August, and people will die in July and August, right?" Thinking of talking with the old man on He Street during the day, thinking of the mill where the villagers married, thinking of the second old man, and thinking of a lot of things, I feel a little confused. Cuicui suddenly said: "Grandpa, can you sing me a song, please?"

The grandfather sang ten songs, and Cui Cui stood next to her grandfather, closing her eyes and listening to it. When her grandfather was silent, Cui Cui said to herself, "I picked another handful of saxifrage." The song my grandfather sang was the song I heard that night.