Chapter 7 "The Lamp of the Earth" drowns the last ray of sunlight

drowning the last ray of sunlight (1) 4 The heavy snow at the end of the year.There was a paleness between the sky and the earth.At dusk, rising tides surged from unknown places and drowned the last ray of sunlight, and the large frozen lakes were icy blue under the gloomy sky.Dead reeds and wild wormwood were buried under thick loose snowdrifts by the lake.The snowflakes turned into soft white wool, scattered and fell in the direction of the wind. They huddled in the leaky earthen house, guarding the empty stove.There is no more firewood.A large black iron pot, which is not commensurate with the amount of food reserves, is on the stove. There is not a drop of oil in the pot, and it seems that it is about to rust.Putting on a black and gray bulky cotton coat and lying on the hard plank bed, it was still cold.

Weidong said to her, come with me, we will go back to the city. She knew he was on the run and would never come back here again.So she said, let's take Jian Sheng and go together.After listening, he frowned and said, we can't take him away. This is our flesh and blood and cannot be abandoned! You are fantastic!We handed him over to Granny Li, who was lonely and widowed. You have no conscience, you don't want any of your own children! The quarrel became more and more violent.She tore her face and scolded, then lost her face and begged bitterly.Until the end, Wei Dong's face was livid and he didn't say anything.With his acquiescence, she hugged the child tremblingly and humbly.

The night before she left, she hugged Jian Sheng and lay beside him, shivering from the cold.She looked at the baby humming softly because of hunger and cold, and her heart was very sad. In fact, she herself didn't know what kind of difficult life she would have if she fled back to the city.And the existence of this child will be a difficult problem. This last night seemed extraordinarily long.It was finally dawn.The howling north wind was still raging outside the earthen house.Wei Dong opened the door with a hustle, and the north wind blew in with moisture, and the child was agitated by the cold wind to cry.

On that cold winter morning, in the misty mist, together with several other educated youths and Granny Li who came to see them off, they went to take a car from the forest farm to leave this land. On the way to the car, he said to her, I'm here to hug Jiansheng.She happily thought that Weidong had made up his mind to take the child away, so she handed the child to him happily.When we arrived at the parking lot, there were already many educated youths and farmers waiting in the truck, and there were people seeing us off.Wei Dong sent her to the car, then handed her luggage up, telling her to find a corner to put the luggage away.

He dawdled under it for a long time, until the moment before the car started, the young father suddenly put the child on the ground and climbed into the car bed by himself. After driving a long way, Suqing realized that Wei Dong was sitting in the crowd with his pale face, gritted his teeth, without Jian Sheng in his arms.She came back to her senses and asked, what about Shengsheng?My life? ?The poor mother, trembling with panic, crawled through the crowd of people and luggage that filled the side of the truck to the tail, but there was nothing to be seen.She didn't even see how Jian Sheng was thrown on the road like garbage, and then picked up by her mother-in-law and carried away...

The car was still driving forward, and Suqing screamed like crazy in an instant, desperately trying to jump off.Wei Dong held her hand tightly, even though she risked her life and would not let her go.There was a commotion in the truck.Some educated youths and farmers were shouting, some were cursing, some told her to go down, and some pulled her back.The messy hands and figures are indistinguishable. Wei Dong held her hand tightly.She turned around and slapped him hard twice, cursing, you son of a bitch! Wei Dong shouted, listen to me!How can we afford to support this child if we don't protect ourselves yet? !How do you explain to your family when you go back? !I adopted him to Granny Li long ago, the old man will take good care of him!You don't have to worry about it!

She wept bitterly, shaking her head desperately.Tears in disbelief... The villages gradually disappeared completely, and the dense forests and mountains broke a clear and mighty place where the sky and the earth meet.Leave behind a brushstroke of freehand light ink, hidden in the depths of the thick fog.Weidong watched everything calmly.There were no tears in the eyes. They spend a day and night in the car.Along the way, her face was as pale as paper, her hair was disheveled, she leaned against a corner silently, and the corners of her chapped and white mouth fluttered slightly.He looked at her suddenly old description, she was no different from a crazy and mediocre old woman.He recalled the night when they first met, her dark braids were like an autumn forest, shining with indigo luster in the candlelight.His eyes are as sharp as a deer.Her blushing cheeks are like Da Zixiang in the mountains in spring.He heard the girl playing "The Hawthorn Tree", so he emotionally gave her the poem he wrote on the bark.

drowning the last ray of sunlight (2) But everything just passed.Life and circumstances change everything easily and completely. There was pain in his heart, and he couldn't bear it, so he stretched out his hand and gently stroked Su Qing's head, trying to straighten out her disheveled braid.But she dodged suddenly in horror, raised her head, her eyes were full of hatred like an awl.Weidong withdrew his hand helplessly and said in a low voice, it's not our fault. It's not our fault.He said. She replied, yes, it's not our fault.But Weidong, she said quietly, you are too cruel.Most people are not as cruel as you.

He gritted his teeth.in silence. It took many years of turbid and tragic youth to understand an unavoidable fact: destiny cannot be controlled, especially if you are born in the wrong era. When she got off the bus, she was going to continue going south, while he was going west.She told him it was time for us to separate.He dragged his luggage back and looked at her calmly.A silent expression reappeared on the haggard face.He was speechless.Turn around, pick up the luggage, and move forward.He walked away without looking back. This scene is a metaphor for his split personality: the most melancholy and romantic poetry, and the most selfish and ruthless choice.

That was the last impression he left on her.The figure that was leaving was like a hasty and chaotic ending, announcing the complete disappearance of youth, in this same hasty and chaotic world and era. People said that they once saw a young educated youth who went deep into the forest area of ​​Xiaoxing'an Mountains alone, kowtowed in front of a barren tomb on the hillside, and couldn't get up on his knees. He is Jian Weidong.When he had made up his mind to leave this land and never return, he was finally able to muster up the courage to visit this tomb.Back then, I carelessly added too much firewood, the chimney was scorched, and the clothes were set on fire, causing a fire that eventually caused several people to be burned and four girls to die in the fire.Just like that, their smiles were forgotten in the foreign land, escaping into the hidden corner of time, silently.

It was dusk before a night approached.Standing in front of their graves, Jian Weidong saw their familiar but unfamiliar smiles gradually disappearing in the setting sun.He knew that this piece of young life must have escaped into an ideal paradise that he could not approach in reality.Those luxuriant and remnant steles, in the silent years, are so beautiful and tragic. This smile sleeps in a foreign land.Nobody cares.In the future, it will remain in a deep sleep unchanged.The wormwood and wildflowers that are scattered around are swaying gently in the wind against the melodious and clear sunset glow all over the sky.They are also silent and silent judges.He stood alone for a long time, staring at the eyes of these seventeen-year-olds who died under his hands through the desolate dark blue tombstone.Like the tide under the moon, time is miniaturized into a frame of light-sensitive film, which is driven by the gears of the years to roll past the eyes. At the first educated youth fellowship event, he was still the poet with a pair of pale and slender hands, playing a dark brown cello—the long, snow-white hands held a bow, and the clear joints protruded rhythmically. Under the washing of fire, it looks like a poem with a leaping rhythm.Before leaving in a hurry, he took a box of poems written on birch bark and said to the beautiful girl, "This is my poem. If you are interested, please read it." Then there was the nightmare in memory about the fire.The thick black smoke never cleared, and the four girls who were burned to death curled up in a pile arm in arm.Their bodies have turned into pitch-black coke, and the shrouds are constantly soaked with black and thick human oil. Those long journeys to meet lovers on a midsummer night, those hasty kisses in the misty birch forest in the early morning, those youthful years when their young figures were hidden by the vast green gauze curtain and finally disappeared, all have completely disappeared.No further recovery. Jian Weidong stood in front of the tomb for a long time, and in the distance was the vast forgotten waters, covered with thick fog and clumps of reeds.The night is already thick on the hills.Facing Xingyue Yanhui, he knew that he could no longer have any regrets and greed for fate.Because compared to this sleeping smile, he still has almighty life.Only when I was an educated youth can I accompany the life under the tomb and whisper with the mountains day and night. He and they are ideal followers of the Republic.Contemporaries, like themselves, are ignorant and innocent imitators.