Chapter 400 Chapter Eight

She listened attentively and only heard the word "Thrush". thrush?Are they talking thrushes?The few of them didn't talk about anything else, why did they suddenly talk about birds?You know, her parents are people who don't like birds. There were two swallow nests under the eaves and in the main room, but they were stabbed by her parents with a clothes rail.It is a good thing for Grandpa to persuade Yanzi to come into the house, but her parents hate Yanzi's chirping. She knows the thrush.The thrush is a kind of bird with elegant feathers, moderate size, beautiful appearance, beautiful singing voice, and capable of singing and fighting.The body is slender, slightly in the shape of a large shuttle in the middle with pointed ends, and has a streamlined outline.Generally, the upper body feathers are olive-colored, the lower abdomen feathers are greenish-brown or yellowish-brown, and a small part of the feathers in the center of the lower abdomen is off-white without markings; the feathers on the head, chest, neck and tail feathers are darker, with black stripes or horizontal stripes. pattern.Its eye circles are white, and there is a white eyebrow on each side of the eye, extending from front to back symmetrically, and most of them are crescent-shaped, which is very beautiful, so it gets this name.

She also knew something about the origin of the name "Thrush".According to legend, in the Spring and Autumn Period, after the fall of Wu, Fan Li and Xi Shi lived in seclusion near a stone bridge under Lishan Mountain in Deqing County under pseudonyms in order to avoid being killed by Yue King Goujian.Every morning and evening, the beauty-loving Xi Shi would go to a nearby stone bridge, use the water as a mirror, and draw her eyebrows in a curved shape, which is very beautiful.One day, a flock of yellow-brown birds flew over the stone bridge and came to her side, singing happily non-stop.Seeing that Xi Shi was drawing her eyebrows, the more she painted the better, so they drew each other's eyebrows with sharp beaks.After a while, they actually "painted" their eyebrows.

Seeing that Xi Shi always had a flock of little birds accompanying her when she was thrushing her eyebrows, Fan Li was very surprised, so he asked Xi Shi, "This flock of little birds seems to have formed an indissoluble bond with you. I don't know what they are called? It sounds so nice!" Xi Shi smiled and replied, "Didn't you see it? I have thrushes, and they also have thrushes. They all have a pair of beautiful white eyebrows, as if painted with chalk. No matter what kind of bird it is, we call it 'Thrush' 'Let's go!" Because Xi Shi called this kind of bird this way, the reputation of "Thrush" has been passed down from generation to generation, and has been followed to this day.

And I couldn't figure out why my grandfather's village was called Thrushcross Village.Like my Changshan Village, because there is a tallest mountain in the village called Changshan; like Hongjiaduan, because the people there are all surnamed Hong. I didn't ask grandpa, only grandma.Grandma said: "Generation after generation of the Ma family have called it that, and there is a reason for it. Just call it that." The old farmer's granddaughter opened the door and was about to ask.Seeing her granddaughter's door open, her grandfather quickly asked, "Granddaughter, what's the matter with you? You look so ugly?"

"You look ugly?" His granddaughter touched her face and said blankly. Her grandfather came over distressedly, touched her forehead, and said with concern, "Why are you out? Since you're not feeling well, you can go to the house to rest for a while. It's Chinese New Year, don't break your body." Said After finishing, he will push his granddaughter into the house. His granddaughter hurriedly grabbed the doorknob and said, "Grandpa, I have something to ask you." The old farmer let out an "Oh" and asked in surprise, "Why do you have to ask a question so early in the morning? Well, tell me, what do you want to ask?" Her grandfather stared at her with old and gentle eyes, more than Yang Chunsan. The moon's sunshine is even more warm and warm.In contrast, parents are not so close and cordial.

"I..." She covered her forehead with her hands and thought for a long time. "Don't you have a question to ask? Say it quickly, and go to rest after speaking." Grandpa urged. "I...I...I want to ask..." She stammered.For a moment, she actually forgot what she wanted to ask.She tried her best to think about the situation just now, but couldn't find any clues.What am I going to do?What did you do in the house just now?What made me go to the door and talk to Grandpa?Her mind was blank, just like the curtain before a movie, only dots of jumping black spots, without any formed images.

"What's wrong with you?" Her grandfather looked suspiciously at her who was behaving abnormally, his hands clenched into hollow claws as if trying to grab something. She raised her tired eyelids and complained: "Grandpa, I can't remember what I wanted to ask. I was clear just now, why don't I have any thoughts now?" The old farmer quickly supported his granddaughter, and comforted him: "Oh, that's good. You can rest at ease first. Ask me when you remember. Go back to the house and rest." She shook her head helplessly, seeing her parents' cold eyes, she hastily retreated into the room.

The old farmer gently closed the door, turned back to his son and daughter-in-law, and said, "You two, look at how your daughter has been tortured! Her nerves are almost broken by your cat bone spurs!" His son pointed at the back room and said harshly: "Who told her to be trapped by us..." "Okay!" The old farmer impatiently waved his rough-skinned hands to stop his son from continuing.His eyebrows were squeezed together, arching out a ravine-like terrain, very much like the mountains he had lived in all his life.For the first time, his steps showed signs of aging, as if he was walking on knee-high grass, and the grass roots under his feet caught his feet.

The old farmer's son was choked and unable to speak. The old farmer took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said, "Today is the first day of the Chinese New Year. In any case, you can't disturb others because of your own affairs." "Then go tomorrow?" the old farmer's son asked anxiously. "Not even in the second year of junior high school. Generally, daughters who get married in the second year of junior high school will go back to their natal family. Don't disturb the interest of his relatives." The old farmer thought. "Then when are you going? The third year of junior high school?" the old farmer's son asked impatiently.

The old farmer thought for a while, stretched out a slap, and said, "Let's go to the old man on the fifth day of the lunar new year. The fifth day of the first lunar month is also called Po Wu. Many taboos before breaking the fifth day can be broken on this day. So it is best to ask others for help on this day. But that's all." The son and daughter-in-law nodded yes. The old farmer looked up at the roots of the jujube tree on the floor, and told his son, "When you have free time, remember to split the roots. I don't know how long it will take to dry." His son quickly put down the false airs of a protagonist, nodded and answered.