Chapter 8 Chapter Seven

"I...I...I just...just brought my ears. You...you...you probably want...you want me to show you...I...I...I'm a tongue-twister ...Tongue...Tongue, huh...what are you doing..." Keyuan Sun: "Oh, let's call him Wushi the landlord. The landlord used his tongue to speak. He exerted so much effort that his neck was red and he was still unable to speak. You can see that although his mouth is wide open, his fists are tightly clenched. The water came out, and then he stretched his paws towards his neck, as if he wanted to open his throat, and dig out his voice from there. It took him two minutes to say such a sentence. Everyone Laughing. We really don’t know, who is in charge of the “casting of lots” thing, why is it the turn of the tongue? Will provide entertainment materials one by one Longmen array?

Everyone knows that he is a famous tongue-twister, and the words he said in his life may not be as much as the one person in our cold bench meeting said in one night.Some people say that this is all because he talked too much in his previous life, and he got retribution in this life.We have no time to verify this kind of scientific assertion, and we only think about the practical problems in front of us. What should we do? This casting of lots doesn't count, no.We have an appointment first, and whoever gets it will have to set up a dragon gate formation.Otherwise, membership will be terminated.If you force him to present it, even if it is a short one, it is not only a severe punishment for Wu Shi himself, but also a great disaster for us listeners.Seeing him sweating profusely and gesticulating with his hands, it took him a long time to force out a word, wouldn't it suffocate us too?

So some people wanted to compromise and said: Suan Luo, Suan Luo, skip him, and ask another person to do it. " Everyone nodded in agreement. "No...no...no. It's mine...'+, babble, I...battle...battle." The owner of Wuzu hurriedly waved his hands, not to ignore everyone's opinions. "How do you show it?" "I... I... I can't figure it out, I... I... guess there is a... a... Longmen Formation. You...you read it... read it." Wu is the landlord from his Taking out a notebook from his arms, Zheng put it on the tea table carelessly, and flattened the corner of the rolled book.

A few of us moved closer to watch.On the surface of this book is the autographed inscription of the owner of Wu Shi that we are all familiar with: "Kind Enemies I owe us to flip through it casually, whoosh, it's such a thick book, full of densely packed small characters.Turning to the first page, I saw the autographed inscription of Wu Shi.It turns out that Wu Shizhu is a caring person. He participated in our cold bench meeting, and he will keep the promise of the cold bench meeting. Whoever's turn comes, he has to set up a dragon gate formation.He had made preparations a long time ago, and every time he carried this manuscript with him so that he could get a lottery, he would take it out and ask people to read it.

great.We took the manuscript he had handed over in our hands and weighed it. It was not light. According to the number of words per page, it might be tens of thousands of words.This Longmen Formation is enough for us to recite it many times.I am afraid that in the final analysis, it is the owner of Wuzu who has made the greatest contribution to our cold-rolled stool society. So we asked a few people to take turns reading from this manuscript without missing a single word.First read the "Inscription" written by Wu Junzhu himself on the first page, and then the text. Inscription no landlord

A certain gentleman, I do not hide his name, and I am an old friend of the rest.Returning from the bank of the Jinchao River, I live in my house, and they compete to have a knee-to-neck talk, discussing the situation in the world, and they are very good.One day, whisper to me, there will be a long journey.Asked what it will be, smiled and did not answer, but gave me an old copy of it for preservation.Parting words to me: "This is a long way to go, the battle is fierce, and life and death are unpredictable. Although the records in this book are not just the joys and sorrows, but also the portrayal of a corner of society. I cherish my broom, ancient and modern. Fortunately, it is 'I have hidden it. In other words, it’s not enough for rats and insects, it’s not enough for outsiders / I browsed it, and it’s quite touching. Bingqin bound it, slightly polished it, corrected typos, and titled it "Qin Enemies X Collection" The bottom of the suitcase. When a certain gentleman returns from victory, the concubine Zhao Wanbi wants not to ridicule each other with Yuezu as her substitute.

In the year of Shenzhou Lu Shen, on the eve of wind and rain,' recorded in the city with mountains and rivers, a room without land: Friends and Enemies Southern rain.Rain in the southern rainy season.The rain in the mountains and forests of the southern rainy season. It's raining non-stop, the macaque is misty, and it's boundless.Like a human servant, he picked up a basin of unknown size, filled with water from all over the world, and bubbling along the hot wind blowing from the Indian Ocean to the deep mountains, canyons, verdant forests, and boundless mountains and plains. The brook, the gray town, pours down.No matter during the day or at night, it always goes on and on like this.The plantains behind the house and the lotus leaves in the small pond are like drums beating all day long.The stones on the street seemed to be dripping through.For a traveler who has an urgent mission and is in a hurry, it's like every drop of rain is dripping on his heart, which is extraordinarily anxious and depressing.From time to time, I walked out of the hotel and stood under the gun, looking at the flying black clouds, the howling forest, the mysterious distance, and the winding road hidden in the mist.I asked in my heart: 'Which century will this rain last?This was already five years ago.

I was ordered by the Ningyuan Working Committee of the party to go to the mountains and rivers beside the Jinsha River to look for the guerrilla group that had been dispersed by the enemy and had lost contact for a long time.No matter how difficult the rainy season roads in the south are, I need to complete this task as soon as possible. I found a caravan and set off with them.At first we walked quite smoothly, along the mountain road, sometimes wandering among the high mountains, sometimes wandering beside the deep valleys and bad waters, according to the regular distance every day, arrived at the station before dark, and stayed at a horse shop inside.

That kind of horse shop is a paradise for travelers who travel long distances in this mountainous area.When you are under the scorching sun and scorching, struggling on the rugged mountain road for a day: or being drenched by pouring rain on the muddy slippery road for a whole day; Tortured by the torrential rain, another day passed like this. When dusk approached, dragging my extremely tired body, struggling to move forward, I suddenly saw the end of the day, and the horse shop was right in front of me. What is it if it is not heaven?Let's see, the sun is slowly setting into the mountains, and the burning clouds are also dimmed, and finally extinguished, and the vast twilight covers the mountains and forests.At this time, at the side of the stream at the foot of the mountain, or at the side of the road at the top of the mountain, tempting smoke rises, and the horse shop is in sight.We know that there are board beds that are not very comfortable but enough for you to stretch out for a long sleep, and there are steaming hot rice and delicious spicy and spicy food that are not very rich but enough to fill you up. side dishes.Most of the time, you can still have a sour taste that is so strong that you can hardly drink it. You would rather be drunk and want to drink a few cups of it.There are also dried tofu, salted soybeans, even marinated pheasant sauce, rabbit or prosciutto, to help you drink: enough to relieve your fatigue and boredom of the day.There are also night talks that make you yearn for it as soon as you think about it. All the fatigue of the journey and the boredom in your heart seem to be washed away by the downpour of the rainy season and the hot wind from the Jinsha River Valley.Just imagine: everyone sits casually in the small yard of the horse shop, some sit on small benches, slowly drawing the choking leaf smoke, some sit by the wooden basin and wash their feet with boiling hot water, then He fiddled with his thick soles with interest, using small scissors to open small blisters or remove dry calluses.Some people sat around a small table, tasting the newly released young leaf tea with great taste.At this time, people who didn't know each other got to know each other, and immediately became friends, calling each other brothers, passing cigarettes and tea, and chatting affectionately.What they talk about is not the important national affairs that the big shots care about, but the street gossip and slang of the poor suffering people.Believe it or not, they never wanted to convince you that what he said were hard truths and hard truths, he just wanted to get you to pass that spare time before bed, to make you smile nonchalantly, It helps you digest food, just like the strong eagle tea that anyone can drink from a bowl on the small table, that's fine.However, this is such an attractive chat, often in the middle of the night, everyone is still unwilling to disperse.We made an appointment to continue the discussion at the next station tomorrow night.As for the unreasonable enthusiasm of the village girl and the skill of the hostess in cooking, they are all fascinating.

All of this, when you are still struggling for the last few miles on the way, and approaching the horse shop in the distance step by step, it is really indescribable joy, which makes you summon up the greatest courage to go to the "heaven" go.Even the group of horses, carrying heavy packages and walking listlessly, suddenly became spirited. In the twilight of the mountains, amidst the rhythmic echo of the tinkling horse bells, their pace quickened. I almost started to trot, hoping to be booked into the horse shop soon.The long manger has already been filled with fat horse grass and dry horses, waiting for them to go in, and they stand politely one by one in a row, and start to chew.Some were so happy that they neighed a few times like our Tinghaha, 'to express their satisfaction with the hostess' hospitality.

This seemingly idyllic life did not arouse my interest. I chatted with the caravan porters along the way, hoping to find out from them the little guerrilla trumpet I was looking for.But there was nothing to settle down, but along the way, it encountered the rain of the southern rainy season.The caravan could not move forward, so they had to live in a horse shop on the way and wait for the sunny day before going on the road.But it's raining like this all the time, and it lasts for a few days at a time.I wanted to go alone in the rain, but was stopped by a kind horse shop guy.According to him, if you don't go with the caravan and go on the road alone, you may encounter roadblocks and robberies somewhere.Is there no servant to take your things? If you cut you down with a knife and push you off the rock, no one will know your whereabouts.He also gave a few good examples, and I couldn't help but accept his kind advice, so I had to wait, wait, wait in the horse shop: it was really boring. But those gangster porters are not bored, they are used to this kind of arduous travel life, and they are at ease waiting for the good weather in the horse shop 6 They have their own way of spending time.Play leaf cards, play chess, and even bet on 5 red treasures to win the elm.The rest of the people are just playing tricks.I don't know how to play cards or bet on treasure, and playing chess feels boring, so I joined the group of players.I found great joy in the many strange stories they told.The astonishing plot, the profound philosophy, the simple language, the vivid description, the jokes that make people lean forward with laughter, the sorrow and pain that shake the soul, I will never forget it, especially at night At that time, a dozen or eight people surrounded Ji by the firepit, looking at the flickering tree stumps burning in the firepit, bursting into flames and emitting green smoke.The water in the cauldron hanging above the fire was gurgling, as if complaining about the non-stop rain outside the horse shop.At this time, no matter who opens the head at random, it is like opening the gate of words, and the water flows slowly, and the conversation is tactful. If I don't have an urgent task, I will just follow them and listen to them every night. Walking for a lifetime, to the remotest corners of the world, I am also willing. One night, it was still the same rainy night, there were still the same seven or eight people, and they were still sitting around the flickering fire pond, and Qi Shui Dingyao was still grumbling and complaining.However, no one has come to open the floodgate of words for us.Everyone was silent, without saying a word to Hui, and almost all of them were smoking their leaf pipes vigorously, as if trying to make trouble with Huai.The man's smoke was everywhere, and it was raining outside the horse shop at this time, and the water from the eaves was dripping, dripping endlessly.Suddenly, from the other end of the small street outside the horse shop, there was the sound of erhu playing.The sound was getting closer and closer, and even the footsteps of the erhu player shuffling along the muddy alley could be heard.The sound of this erhu is so desolate, like weeping and complaining, and it seems to be cursing.On such a rainy night, in such a small shop in a mountain village, it is enough to make me cry when I am such a bored guest from afar.I asked: "Which one is playing the erhu?" "It's still him." One caravan footman said to the other caravan footman, and the other caravan footman nodded and lowered his head. But I still didn't understand who they were talking about, so I asked them, "Is he Jin?" "If you want to know who he is, you can tell him to come and sing to you. You just need to let him have a full meal tonight." The third caravan suggested to me. Oh, it turned out to be a singer.There are many poor people wandering around like this and living a life of begging.Almost every small town has them.He can barely keep up with the hoarse erhu, sing a popular ditty, and reach out to beg a small coin or two from passengers.I am not very interested in such a wandering artist, and I have no intention of asking him to come in and sing a song. "This one is different/The first caravan seems to have guessed what I meant, trying to convince me that he has a sad story, and I will tell you to go to it." "Yes." The second caravan echoed, "We have listened to it two or three times, and we still want to hear it." "Okay, then let him come in and sing for us." In order not to spoil everyone's interest, I agreed. The foot of the third caravan seems to have been prepared long ago, - listen to me, his foot has already reached the door of the horse shop.After a while, an old man came in with him.It seems that this is not the first time for him to walk into this horse shop. He approached the firepit very familiarly, and sat on a bench by the firepit without my invitation. In the half-light of the fire, I looked at the old man.I just can't describe what he looks like.The language usually used to describe a poor and lonely old man in the country naturally applied to him.The messy hair like withered grass, the countless wrinkles carved on his forehead and face by the wind and frost of half a lifetime, the eyes that are always full of miserable tears, the pair of vine-like hands, the ragged clothes, etc. Wait, but I saw many other things from this old man.His hair was withered and gray, but it stood upright stubbornly.There are countless wrinkles on his face, but they don't hide his bronzed complexion and his angular eyes that look like a rough knife.His eyes were full of tears, but from the tears shone with a flickering flame.Not lamentation, but resentment.The mouth was tightly closed, and the lips seemed to be carved out of hard stone. You can expect that the sound coming out of it is absolutely impossible to beg for mercy from others.His shabby clothes could not conceal the broad arms and straight back that had been weathered by the sun and rain.From all this, I understand that no matter what kind of pain and blows, they cannot bend his waist.He is so tenacious to wrestle with his own destiny, struggling to survive in the wind and rain.His eyes were looking forward to something, looking forward to something.But from the confused look in his eyes, it can be seen that he doesn't know what he is looking forward to, what is he looking forward to. — A cup of strong tea was handed to him, he took it bluntly, took a few sips, and put it by the firepit.Pick up the erhu and start to tune the strings with your head down.After the string was tuned, he raised his head and tried to pluck the string a few times with his fingers, making a plucking sound. Flashes out, grief mingled with resentment, but no trace of grief to be found. After the strings were tuned, he seemed to have gotten used to not having to ask the passengers for advice, so he turned his head sideways and began to play his erhu.It turned out that what he played was an overture from his long playing and singing.My knowledge of music is very shallow. Apart from seeing the description of the fallen woman playing the pipa in Xunyang and Tou in Bai Juyi's "Duo Pa Xing", I haven't read any works describing Bi Qu in detail.I can't describe the erhu played by this wave-binding artist.But the tune he sang deeply moved me, including the few suffering people who had heard him sing.Moreover, the people who were drinking tea in another teahouse, the chess players who were fighting fiercely on the chessboard under the oil lamp, and even the groom who was packing the harness by the verandah, were all attracted by his music and surrounded him. Listen to him pull down, no one speaks.The tune started with a low, gentle and somewhat hoarse tone, as if in the deep mountains and canyons common in this area, an insufficient stream flows through the rough and shallow river bed.The tune continued to surge, and it became louder and faster, and the contrast between high and low became more and more intense.It was as if the stream had flowed to a narrower and steeper river bed, crashing and stirring on the granite on both banks, and then rushing into the canyon full of rivers and piles of big rocks.Some are twists and turns whimpering and crying in the crevices of chaotic rocks, looking for a way out, some are rushing down from the perilous rocks standing on the wall or the stone gorge, and some are fighting with all their strength. The huge waves that crashed desperately towards the Langyashi Mountains lined up on the river bed were willing to be smashed to pieces, splashing and splashing on the moss, turning into white droplets.The tune has entered into the gentle poetry again, so shallow singing and low singing are euphemistic, so fascinating with twists and turns, so soul-stirring.The sound was so thin that it was almost inaudible, and if it continued intermittently, it seemed to be there, as if the stream had already flowed into the ground and turned into an undercurrent.Suddenly, there was a bang, the stone was startled, and the clouds were flying, as if the water of the Yellow River was lifted up to the sky, and then poured down, and it was like the underground undercurrent suddenly rushing out of the cracks in the rocks, pouring into it with great force. I went into a black dragon pool tens of feet deep.How joyful, how heroic!We were staring wide-eyed at his messy gray hair, which was trembling wildly, and his fingers were quickly pressing up and down on the string#Suddenly he drew his bow, and it stopped abruptly, without a sound .He raised his face, his eyes were not looking at us, but at the darkness around him, looking at the distance, as if he saw something far away that he longed to see, so bright, so bright, from Where there is no doubt about the way out, we have come to another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.He stood still and didn't say a word. The same goes for us, without saying a word, staring blankly at his numb and flat face, and following his gaze, as if we also want to share the happiness that he has seen the light.But we saw nothing, just darkness.I didn't hear any pleasant music, only the dull patter of rain under the eaves, and the sound of night horses snorting and snorting at night in the stable. Someone handed him a glass of water. It seemed that he wanted to let him moisten his throat and prepare to listen to his rap. The following is the main text of the story. The caravan who encouraged me to ask the old man to come in said in my ear: "Do you still want to hear his rap? Just sing and sing like this. However, it will take three or several nights to finish the rap. " This is of course our business.Because I heard from the people in the caravan that we may be on the road tomorrow, and we will leave the day after tomorrow at the latest.Hearing only half of a story is the most unpleasant thing.It's better to change the way, let him tell his story in a simple way tonight.If Ming Houyao doesn’t leave, invite him to come and listen to us carefully while drinking. The caravan footman seemed to be familiar with the old artist, so he went to whisper a few words to the old man, and the old man agreed.He first talked about it, and when he had time, he sang in detail. He started to talk, and what he said was only a general idea, but to me, it sounded so detailed, with such twists and turns, fascinating, and so moving that I made up my mind to remember everything he said.It's a pity that I'm not a person who has experienced the land like him. I can't remember those thrilling things, those vivid and touching details, and those brilliant and vivid language.It's a pity that I'm not a writer, and I never plan to. As a writer, I can't record all these accurately. Originally it was planned to only talk for two nights, but who knew that once the talk started, he couldn't stop it - until late at night, according to him, he didn't finish half of the talk.Even me, everyone gave up their plans to go on the road tomorrow, and decided to stay for a day and listen to his story before leaving the day after tomorrow. More than five years have passed, and this story is still haunting my mind.The person who told this story was named Wang Guozhu.Of course, Wang Guozhu was his big name later on. He originally had only one nickname, Tie Zhu.Although Tie Zhu had contact with me many times later, I no longer had the courage to ask him to bring out his past Xingan and show us.Therefore, when I was waiting for a long-distance bus in this mountain city, I suddenly remembered this story when I was extremely bored.So I picked up a pen and wanted to write an outline of this story. In the future, if a writer with a heart suddenly finds the outline of this story from some waste paper, develops it, and turns it into a "good book B" that encourages good and punishes evil, and plays any kind of role, then I am afraid it is my extravagant hope. On the morning of June, there is a unique blue sky beside the Jinsha River, and the blue and transparent sky covers the mountains and ridges in the south.In the early morning, after the few morning stars disappear into the blue sky, there are faint clouds floating here and there.But as soon as the sun climbed over Dongling, those clouds were burned red and purple, and after a while, they melted into the blue sky and disappeared without a trace.In the cloudless clear sky, there is only one red sun hanging, scorching Nanyun Village and the fields and mountains around it.As the sun rose higher, the temperature also rose, scorching the earth so hard to breathe.The earthen houses built of red clay in the mountain village are like stoves emitting steaming heat.There was no anger in the village.The sparrows that usually chirp and fly around hide in the shade of the trees and hibernate.Even the dogs running around had to lie down in the shade of the trees, sticking out their long tongues and panting constantly.There is no wind.The sunflower at the entrance of the village stood listlessly with its head bowed, its leaves wilting.There was silence, only the cicadas were screaming here and there, making people feel more silent and stuffy.The mountain was originally covered with green masson pine forests, but now it also looks gray. 'The crops in the surrounding field dams are all withered.Some are already like withered grass, which can be ignited with a fire.In the fields, here and there, men and women in ragged clothes and shabby grass look, standing in the sun, stepping on wooden waterwheels, driving water from small ditches.But no matter how much water was poured, the cracks in the fields were expanding day by day, and the water in the ditches was almost dry.They are still struggling hopelessly, stepping on the waterwheel, driving, driving... For more than 30 days, there has been no "drop rain, and even clouds are rarely seen, just like the sun hanging in the sky. There is a severe drought, and a disaster is approaching Nanyun Village. How to do it? Landlords and lords are not worried except that they are not feeling well because of the hot weather, and they are looking for a shady place, so they can put on recliners and drink tea to enjoy the coolness.Anyway, the land has been roughed up and cultivated by poor peasants. On the lease contract, it is written in black and white, "Regardless of dryness or waterlogging, the rent will be paid as much as it is."They can wait to collect their "iron rent" and those who refuse to pay the rent for a long time or cannot pay the rent will naturally be controlled by the government's law. The prisons, townships, and other instruments of torture are ready-made, and there are also security guards. The mayor and the township head sit in the township office of the village office, and the county magistrate sits in the lobby of the county government office, waiting to ask the case. The poor tenants look at the scorched earth and the burning sunny sky, only sigh and Prayer 4 Of course, there are also those who curse softly, "killing people early". Some young people who do not believe in evil blame the drought on the Dragon King who is sitting calmly in the Dragon King Temple, saying, "We paid so much money to build your temple. , build a golden body, and make offerings during festivals. At this time of day, you don’t even want to spit out water to save people/The young men who are reckless make an appointment to carry the Dragon King out of the Dragon King Temple to show the public. Ask him to bask in the poisonous sun with everyone, and see if he is annoyed.But Lord Dragon seemed to seldom react, he didn't even frown, but the golden paint on his shoulders was peeling off, and the wood had small cracks. At this time, Mr. Yin Yang, who is in charge of Feng Shui in this area, intervened in order to maintain the Shinto.Please come out and stop the young people's mischief.Carry the Dragon King back to the Dragon King Temple and let him rest in the cool hall.The question of what to do is still not resolved. A handful of elderly people came out to speak.According to their rules in the past, the only way to solve the problem of drought is to swim with water dragons.The way is to tie the dragon head, dragon body and dragon tail with wheat straw, and connect them with cloth strips. This is called Hanlong.Find a few young men to lift up the dragon and go to the black deep pool in the nearby deep valley to invite the water dragon king.The old people went with the Baochang and the common people.After the invited mage kowtowed there, burned incense and paper money, and muttered words, he finally invited the water dragon king who was lurking in the deep pool and attached himself to the dry dragon. Then the young people raised the dragon god, a Swim down from village to village.No matter which house you go to, you have to pick out all the water in the house and pour it on the water dragon bucket by bucket, and naturally pour it on the young people holding the water dragon.It is said that if Long Zhen is moved, he will go to the East China Sea to ask his ancestor, the Dragon Lord, to make wind and clouds, and rain. Is this method effective?According to the old people’s saying: “Sincerity leads to spirituality” (the more water you offer, the more spiritual you will be). In other words, if it doesn’t rain, it’s all because you people are not sincere, and you people donate less water. And this sincerity is What cannot be weighed with a scale, the water offered cannot be measured with a bucket. Swimming dragons are actually just wasting some water and have no effect on fighting drought.But for young people, it is regarded as a fun and entertainment festival.Holding a water dragon, going to this yard or that dam, to receive a shower of cold water, is the most comfortable thing in such a hot summer.Many young people are vying to participate.It is even more fortunate that Huai can grab the head or tail of the dragon.Because people who play with the dragon's head and tail will not only receive more pouring of cold water, but also think that this is the most heroic, and will be worshiped by young people.Even those daughters-in-law often have to give them a few extra glances.The back year playing the dragon head is waving the dragon head up, down, left, and right.Driven by the dragon's head, those playing with the dragon's body and tail followed him and rolled up and down, left and right, like a living dragon swimming in the flash of water droplets.The dragon's tail swayed from side to side in a human-like manner. It was true that the dragon's head swayed one foot and the dragon's tail swayed one foot.The young man playing with the dragon's tail fully demonstrated his light and beating figure. "Ha, look how powerful the one with the head is." "Hey, the one with the dragon's tail really looks like flying." Such praise, no matter who hears it, is happy. It is the duty of the people around to scoop up water with a ladle and pour it on the head, body and tail of the dragon, especially on the young people playing with the water dragon.The more water you splash, the better.The more accurate it is splashed on the body, the more applauded it will be.It doesn't take much effort to splash it on their bare bronze chests, or on their backs. If it is poured on their heads, faces, eyes, and mouths, especially the nose, the recipients can't open their eyes or breathe. Qi, that's kung fu.Splashing water has no taboos, men, women and children can splash it, and they should participate in splashing water: even those big girls would be embarrassed to look at those handsome boys at ordinary times, but now they have broken through the snare of etiquette and can smile , shouted, and followed the young man dancing the water dragon, splashing water on them.As for the boys, whoever gets splashed by more girls is undoubtedly the most envied by everyone. Swimming in the water dragon, this is not like a sad ritual of begging for mercy from the dragon king in the face of the disaster of drought, but it has indeed become a grand festival for the young men and women of the village to get together. Nanyun Village has encountered an unprecedented situation this year. During the severe drought, after the suggestion of the custom old man, and the permission of the security chief and the landlord, a ceremony of begging for rainwater from the Dragon King was also held to swim the water dragon.Young people are also eagerly waiting for the upcoming festival. Who will play the role of playing the water dragon?In other villages there may be debates about who plays the dragon head and who plays the dragon tail, but in Nanyun Village it can be said that it has already become a conclusion. Who plays the dragon tail?Of course it's the one who jumps three feet high #彭的三娃儿写名孙猪子的了#Who plays the leader?Of course it is the iron pillar.Is Tie Zhu Huai? ? Tie Zhu is Ju Zhu.He is only twenty years old this year, a solid young man, very handsome.Looking over, no matter how he shaved off his head, the black chaotic hair that always grew stubbornly and stood upright, the rounded back, the powerful arms that seemed to be carved out of ancient bronze, the The protruding breasts of the Kip white sweater, the solid waist tied with a belt, and of course the two thick thighs with a pair of bare feet with surprisingly big thumbs clasped tightly on the ground, you I can't help but get such an impression that it really looks like an iron pillar standing upright on this earth. It can even be said that wherever he stands, it is like an iron pillar cast there with pig iron. But surprisingly, when we looked over from his thick back, just waiting for him to turn around, we immediately saw a wide and rough man with cross-browed eyes and a big mouth under the beam, which was tightly closed like this When he was looking at his face, he presented such a delicate face in front of us.The curved and stretched eyebrows make you unable to find a trace of melancholy; the not too big but very bright eyes are rippling like a pool of clear waves, and wisdom, kindness and wisdom are clearly surging on the clear waves; Under Zhou Zheng's sky-high nose, there is a mouth that is not too big. Those two thin lips seem to have never been closed.You wouldn't believe the rough things that came out of that mouth.No one could have imagined that such a delicate face should grow on such a stout body.What is even more unimaginable is that such a scholar-like figure was born in a very poor peasant family by mistake, and he was matched with such a rough and thick body. Yes, Tie Zhu was born in a poor peasant family.When he was born, his mother couldn't find a whole cloth to wrap his naked body.However, he grew up without disease or pain.Before he was ten years old, he was sent to the home of Sun Huaijiu, a rich man in his hometown, as a cowherd boy.People say that he is born clever, but in fact it is because he is particularly eager to learn and ask questions.When he had just grown into a half-grown man, he was already working in the fields with the seniors in a way that only veterans could do.He is only twenty years old, and the iron note we see now has been promoted to be a long-term foreman.He not only mastered various complex crop cultivation techniques, but also led everyone to arrange farm work in an orderly manner throughout the year.He was very much appreciated by Master Sun and promised him many wonderful futures.For example, ask him for a capable wife, give him eight acres of good land, ask him to be a decent tenant, have boys and girls, live a stable life, and so on.Tie Zhu hadn't thought of this at this time, and he didn't really believe in the sweet words of the rich man, so where is there a wolf that doesn't eat people?His mother had two long-term foremen, that is, his masters, who ended up tragically.An old man named Shi Gui, Changnian, because of his old age, was squeezed out by the rich man for a thousand years, and was sent away by Sun Huaijiu on the 30th night of the Chinese New Year, so he had to go to the wild temple in the village. I have been to the old age.Another long-term man named Niu Nan, because he lost his waist while lifting a stone, could no longer straighten his body to work on the road. In the end, Sun Huaijiu gave a few medicine money at random, and then gave away the money.Tie Zhu thought a lot about this matter, but he didn't find any answer.He was not willing to listen to what Mr. Sun Erye, the manager of Mr. Sun's family, said. Everything was destined to be such a bastard.He went to look at a few small books left by the old master Shi Gui who had passed away—a "good book" and a few Karma books.The books certainly didn't tell him anything.Anyway, now that he is at a prosperous age, and being worshiped not only by the seniors in Rich Sun's family, but also by the young seniors in Sunjiawan and Nanyun Village, he is satisfied. He has great strength.In this bay, whether it is wrench strength or wrestling, no young man can match him.Once two young men fought, and no one could get rid of them. He went up and hugged the two young men, lifted them up, and clamped them tightly like a pair of iron pliers, making them unable to breathe. .他要他们两个都告饶，再也不打架了，否则把他们的肋巴骨挤断,还要掸到地上摔成八瓣几。郝两个青年只好告饶了。就是賭吃东西，这一湾湾里也没有人赶得过他。有“回人家睹他二斤挂面一斤肉，他一气吃下去，还喝了一大琬凉水解渴。 但是铁柱的这些都不是受到青年们崇拜的真正原因，真正的原因还是铁柱儿是带着这一湾青年们玩要的头儿。在这山区的乡下，闭塞得很，不要说看戏看电彩，就是那牵着一个癉猴儿来耍猴戏的，或者一个老头儿带两个女徒弟来游乡卖喟的'也是许多年轮不到一次。说到文化，只有孙大老爷和他家那个流瘠鼻龙的小少爷才有资格享受。还有管事的二爷，沾了一点文化气气，也只能记个帐，写个備约或卖田的契约什么的。这一村的，化权威要数村头那位私塾老师了，那是一位穿的古色古香，装模作样地大声咳者嗽，蝎力把自己装扮成一个有几分价值的老古董。但从他邶里能哆听到的只有“子曰诗云”那些玩意儿6铁柱这般青年看了他都会嗯心，哪有心肠向他去学习文化？但是这个村子里有一个人，却成了一般做活路的青年们的文化老师。这就是孙大老爷家的老长工领班王万山。铁柱就是向他学的农活本事，也就是接的他的班。王万山还是铁柱的文化老师。 王万山是什么时候在什么地方学过一点文化的，谁也说不清楚。铁拄'到孙家这个财主家来干活儿，最使他惊奇的就是在长工屋里这位长，领班的床边竹庳下发现了几本小书。而&大家特别髙兴的事就是晚上睡觉以前，趁用热水洗脚的工夫，听王万山在摇曳如豆的桐油灯下念他的小本本。那是从镇上买来的小唱本。他念了一段，义细声喂几句，叫大家听得入了迷。虽说大家已经累得不行，而，，管事孙二爷也老吆喝着：“为啥子还不吹灯？”大家还是要听到一个段落，才肯吹灯上床。最入迷的就是铁柱。他拿着那些小本本，翻来翻去，他知道那里面有非常有趣的故事,他却念不出来，非常抱歉，也非常羡慕他的老师4于是他下决心…王万山师傅学认字。他真是专心得很，就楚在田迅做活路的休息时间，他都要用根树枝在地上划来划去。才不过一年多，他就把唱本4的字都认得了，他也可以去镇上买新的唱本来念给大家听了。这对他来说，简苴象打71了一个新的世界，他随便到哪觅，就留心收集一些小书来读，连陈年的汩拫和皇历也不放过。慢慢地他也可以歪歪扭扭地写些顺口溜儿，来表达自己的心思。 这真象长了新的翅膀，他来了一个飞跃。逢年过节，无论青年们組织锣妓班子，或者是玩车灯彩船，都非得请扶柱出来提调：大家不苽。大家都客欢听铁柱唱他新编的唱词。至于舞輛子，玩龙灯，&是非他出来成头不行的。而且他是“个身体卞分雉健的人，在狮子面前打滚蹦眺玩彩球的人，非他担蛀不行。玩龙灯要讲舞得好看，也非得要他玩龙头不行/只要他当龙头舞趄来，那一条龙在空中左右游动，或者在地下打滚，.把人眼都看得嫌乱了。在乡下玩龙灯，是兴放竹筒花的。.竹餚叙就是用一截有节疤的斑竹铕趣进火药和铁屑，筑得实实在奄的，用黄泥封起来,在竹节的那“头开一个小孔，装上火药引线，把竹简花傘在手里,点着引线,铤从小孔喷出火花，射得老髙，象一棵开银花莳火树。乡下的习惯，逢年过节玩龙灯，就荽对着打着赤膊玩龙灯的小伙子身占喷射竹简花，一根火红的火柱对着靑年的背上射去，滚烫的火星满身乱翻滚，谁受得住,，便是英雄。南云村里玩龙灯，驀讲背得起竹筒花的头数铁柱。'竹筒花最多的是玩龙壤的，因此大家就要他玩尾儿。你看那竹茼对着他那光着的背心就出一股股火红的铁花1丝绝吼着，真也够叫人惊心动魄的了。可是他沉着地在石地坝里举着龙尾巴转着，接受龙的洗礼和许#有年大声的喝彩,以致那些女娃儿们也在丰甥半暗中恣意地笑潴,暗地为他喝彩。 现在南云村因为夭干，要玩水龙了。玩头儿的离开铁拄，还雔有谁呢？这样想着的不仅是和铁柱相熟的一般青年，.还有一个在抶柱儿的心里已经占了位置的青年女娃儿。这个人就是孙大老爷家的孙小芬小姐，孙小芬在名义上是孙大老爷家里的一个小姐，可是实际上却是孙大老爷家的一个丫头。怎么说是小姐又是丫头呢？这就说来话长了。长话短说吧，孙小芬的妈妈本来是孙大老爷家一个佃客孙家林的女儿。有一年，孙大老爷到孙家林这个悃客家去收租谷，忽然一眼看上了孙家的大女儿，立马要讨她回孙公馆去做不知是笫兀房的姨太太。你会说，这咋个要得？孙大老爷姓孙，孙家林的人女儿也姓孙，讨她做大老爷的姨太太，岂不是乱伦吗？这成什么体统？咳，你是第一回听到孙家出的希奇事吧？孙家不成体统的事何止这一件两件？当然，你说得有理。但是在这一方，啥子叫有理，啥子叫没理，要孙大老爷说了才能算数的。这一回孙大老爷断道理来了：孙家林的这女子虽说姓孙，可是同姓不同宗，没关系。是呀,孙大老爷的家系旱怎么有这么一个穷佃户呢？也许过去根本不姓孙，不知是他家哪一代祖先人跟着姓了孙的。穷佃户孙家林虽然百口分辩，他的袓祖辈辈都姓孙，而且孙家林的髙祖的祖神牌还挤在孙家大祠堂的神龛角落里。但是谁理会这个？正如孙大老爷家的狗腿子孙二鳖说的老实话,“哪个叫你生了这么一个标致的女儿，又不把她关好呢？一块好肉给馋猫看到了，还跑得脱吗?”孙家林还想出一个正当理由来抵挡，说孙大老爷都是四十开外快五十岁年纪的人了，这女娃儿还不满二十岁呀，年岁相差太远了。这个理由不禁惹得孙大老爷哈哈大笑起来。孙二鳖也连忙跟着哈哈大笑，并且加以注解:“这个，孙家林，你放心，孙大老爷经常吃着洋药补酒，够你女儿受的，包她明年就生个胖娃娃。” 好说歹说,孙家林连叩头也没有受到一个，就当起孙大老爷的岳爷来了。一乘小轿把哭哭啼啼的孙家闺女抬进孙公馆里去了，并且给她取个好学名，叫孙桂芬。就这么，孙桂芬糊里糊徐地就当了孙大老爷的姨太太。但是到底是第几房姨太太，棵有说，也许她根本还上不了房。因为孙家的一家人谁也没有把地当作姨太太看待，实实在在是厨房里请来的一个不要工钱的打杂大嫂，烧火煮饭，哦拘考鸡，打扫房子，冼衣缝被，忙得不岢开交。只是有时鲜孙大老爷髙兴了，叫去上房陪着烧鸦片烟，也偏尔陪他睡。 果然笫二年，就生了一个胖娃娃，是个女的。这一卞，孙桂芬的身价更是一落千丈。谁叫她生个女的呢？反正一样，做个吏辛苦的女嫂娘姨罢了，连孙大老爷叫她到上房去陪他的资格也取消了，孙大老爷早&又找到新的吏标致的姨夫太了。 孙桂芬生的这个女儿取名叫做孙小芬。名义上送当然是孙家的小姐，其实不过是个小丫头。孙小芬从一晓事情,就跟着妈妈在厨房里干这干那，投有少受气,少挨打。连正大名分地碱孙：夫老爷一声“爸爸也要受大家多少天的白跟和奚落。母女二人在披柴房里搭个铺，多少晚上，从那被瓦缝里望着天上的里星，她母女，低声诉苦,抱头痛哭。连在隔壁长工屋里住的长工们也为她们&悲惨命运伤心落泪。铁柱第一个不安逸，禁不住敲响木板墙,对她娘女说“你们本是穷人家的骨头,他们赚里会把你们当人待：” 这话虽说简单，却解开了母女俩心头的疙痦。名分上说起来一个是姨太太，一个是小姐；实际上一个是女佣人，一个是丫头，连长工也不如。.孙小芬听到描壁长工屋里的长工们同情的叹息，特别是听到铁柱的安慰,她哭得更厉害了。穷人的骨头穷人的血，还是只有穷人才能怜惜。象有一肢暖流，流进地那早已枯竭的心田，她真有说不出的想激之佾。 “孙小芬1又躲在你那狗商里偷懶。上屋里在叫你哩：”那个管家孙二鳖又在院子里嚎叫了一孙小芬赶忙擦干了眼泪，走到上房去侍候那个阎王婆。去迟一步又要被鸦片烟千子凿脸了。 果然，孙小芬还没有走进上屋，就听到那母老虎在拍桌打掌地又吼又叫：“死到哪里友了？瘟神：”孙小芬硬着头皮跨进门槛，看到母老虎的凶神恶煞的样子，一身起鸡皮疙瘩。她还没有走近前去，那婆娘就吼叫。 “哼，我以为要用八人抬的大轿才把你小姐请得来哩!”说着就用手钉拐给孙小芬的头项敲一下，接着扯起她的耳朵往梳妆台角上碰。孙小芬的额头上马上拱起一个大包。她想哭，可是她不愿意哭，她不想在这个恶婆娘面前示弱。甚至她连眼泪也不掉一颗，都咽到肚子里去了。她还反口说:“你一喊，我就来了嘛。” “哟，孙家的0米饭把你胀大了，敢跟老娘顶嘴了：”这婆娘被澉怒了，顺手拿起竹鞭，向孙小芬没头没脑地打下去。孙小芬用手护着头，她的手背上，现出一条一条象猪儿虫大的紫疙瘩，她不能逃走，只能转过身来转过身去承受那无惰的鞭子。可是她还是不哼一声，还对嘴：“啥子事又惹你发气了嘛?” 其实那婆娘自己也不知道今夭早上又是什么事把她惹发了气。她似乎一想起孙小芬就有气。她气她自己为什么不能生男育女,孙大老爷娶了孙桂芬来,为什么又不给他生一个儿娃子。要是孙桂芬生了一个儿娃子，她就可以把儿娃子抱过来，赶走孙桂芬,据为己有，承接孙家的香火了。可是现在站在她面前的却是一个不值钱的女娃儿，赔钱货。她越看越生气，越想越生气。孙小芬便是她最方便的出气简。 孙小芬是老挨鞭子的人,她已经挨请了，觉得没有什么，在门外听挨鞭子的孙桂芬却受不住了。孙桂芬扑进门榧，她并不想去向那个母老虎求情,只是抱着孙小芬哭起来： “苦命的女儿！” 母老虎更是大发雌戚，大叫：“要你来号丧！她生是孙家的人，死是孙家的鬼，我才是她的娘，我爱怎么教训她就怎么教训她，和你这个婆娘有啥相干？” 照这一方尚风俗，就是这样。老爷们娶多少个婆娘，都坐不了正,她们生的儿女兵能把正房太太叫娘叫妈，生自己的亲妈却只能叫姨。似乎这些婆姨都不过是老爷们发泄性欲”工具和蒈大太太生孩子的机器。对自己的亲生儿女都不敢去疼爱的。 现在落到孙小芬身上的每一鞭子,都象是落到了母亲身上，她怎么也忍不住了，情不自禁地闯入这上房禁地，抱起：儿号叫起来：“我的女儿，我的肉呀1” 孙小芬对于母亲在这只母老虎面前表现出来的软弱，嘲反而生气了。她埋怨亲生妈妈说：“我站起是一个人，躺下是一个鬼，不过就是这样，你哭啥嘛?” 母荖虎也叫起来，“这上房没有你踩脚的地方，你给我滚出去。” 孙桂芬只得边擦眼泪，边退出上房去，不住地抽抽嗒喵地哭,苦命的……， 母老虎对蔹办芬也吼叫,“老娘今天没有那么多力气来教训你，等老爷回来了，拿棒棒来启发你。你也给我滚出去：”她不记得叫孙小莎到上房干什么来了。 孙小芬退出上房,她一直没有哭，甚至没有掉眼泪。只有等她回到柴房，投到她亲生妈妈的怀抱里去，才大声地臾了出来“妈妈，我的亲娘呀!”她身上的每一根鞭痕现在发狠地痛了起来。妈妈用手指抚淇那一条一条的鞭痕，象小刀在割她的心一般。母亲那辛辣的热泪，更象一粒一粒的火星滴在孙小芬的伤痕上。妈妈只能模模糊糊象发呓饴似的叫：“苦命的，哪个叫你生到娘胎里来？” “唔，妈妈……”那母亲的手指的轻抚，那滴在伤痕上的母亲的眼泪，虽然使她微微感到痛楚，却使她得到最大的安慰。 和母亲感到一样痛苦的还有那在隔壁长工房里沉默着的长工领班铁柱。他虽然没育亲自到上房门外去听那啪啪的竹鞭的声音，可是他能够想象。想象一个人怎么年竹鞭下受煎熬，是比受钊鞭打的人史其难受的，因为他可以设想出各种恶劣的鞭打方法以及被鞭打的人的各种痛苦的抻态来。他从孙小芬被召唤到上房去开始，就感到心里忐忑不安，其后听到恶鸡婆的叫驾声和鞭打声，就更其难以璆受了。他的心一扯一扯地痛，他的皮肉也感到烈火般的灼痛。但是他没有能力去阻止这样的鞭打，甚至他没有权利去站在上房门外听别人受罪。只是坐在长工房里张苕耳朵听着，牵心挂肠地想着，为孙小芬的抗议性的沉默而：高兴。他说不出来这到底是为了什么。 今天恶婆娘对孙小芬的鞭打，几乎使他不能忍受，想要不顾“切地冲到上房去,把那个恶婆娘的竹鞭抓过来，折成短节节丢掉，然后把孙小芬保护着接回到她的柴房里去。他曾经这么冲动过，他的眼睛开始喷出火焰来了，他想站起来，伹是被他的长工伙伴把他按住，不准他站起来，冲出去。他用拳头狠狠地在床板上捶了一下：“嗜!”把头低垂下来。当他的头不时抬起来,可以看出在他的眼里的火焰并没有熄灭，这样的火焰要燃烧起来，是可以把这地主老爷的公馆烧掉的。 “ 一当'孙小芬从上房回来，投进她的亲妈妈的怀抱痛哭的时候，铁柱已经完成一个重要的任务，他去摘取许多片苦棟叶来，放进嘴里，细细地皭，嚼成末末，吐了出来。苦楝叶是非常苦的，据说这苦味便是大凉性，用嘴嚼细，敷在伤痕上，便可以减少灼伤的痛苦。他把嚼好的苦楝叶末用一片叶子包起来，似乎并没有什么值得他犹激似的站了起來，长工伙伴们谁也没有阻止惮，他跨进隔壁柴房的门槛。 他径直走近孙小芬的床边，他并不曾想象这是走近在名分上说来是姨太太和小姐的床头，倒好象走近和自己平等的一个伙伴的床边。他把那包苦楝叶末放在床边，儿乎没有看孙小芬地对孙桂芬说，“把这个敷在伤包上，要好过一点。”说罢就退出房门，回到长工房里去了。 这样的事已经不是一次了。在孙小芬看来，也并不觉得奇怪,甚至几乎是期待着铁拄的到来。她看着铁柱那双穿着草鞋的大脚板啪啪地走了过来，她望着他那红光四射的严肃面孔,那象两片铁片似的坚实的嘴唇，那扬起的眉毛，，，那一欢闪光的诚挚的眼睛！孙小芬突然感到一切痈苦都成为&去，而有一种说不出的滋味，也不知道是甜是苦。孙小芬听到了那更其体貼的声音，使她潜然心动：“还要吗？我可以去再摘些来嚼。“ “铁柱，难为你了，不用了。”妈妈亲切地望着这个高大个子的年轻人。 等铁柱走出房门，妈妈就把苦楝叶末拿来敷在孙小芬手背上肿得最高的地方。孙小芬的手背上陡然感到一股凉爽的昧道，而同时却有一股暖和的细流，流进她的心田。她什么也没有说，贪婪地享受这种感情。 说来奇怪，其实不奇怪。孙小芬以后被那恶婆娘欺俾挨打，对于她说来，却不是特别可怕的事情了。她的皮肉之苦总会换来铁柱的同惜和安慰。这种同情和安慰,几乎成为孙小芬努力迫求的一种快乐和享受，以至简直成为她的生命的源泉了。她看到她的手上臂上敷若铁柱送来的药，她就想到这是铁柱亲手去采摘来的苦楝叶子，是他亲口忍着苦涩为她嚼成药末的,这里有铁拄的情分，她就非常珍惜，深怕药末掉了。 可是孙小芬对于自己这种模糊的愿望还捉摸不定。她无法肯定地说她是不是对铁柱有点什么意思了，她更无法肯定铁柱这么对她好，到底是出于一种什么动机和愿望。她只是默默地想着,听到铁蛀在隔壁长工班里说一声话，咳嗽一声，笑一声，都是她的享受。她听到铁柱那啪啪地走得很重的脚步声出了长工房门，就害怕着，却又盼望着是他走进她的柴房来了。结果铁拄走过去了，没有进来，她感到几分奠名其妙的怅惘，甚至失望。 她想起来了，铁柱怎么敢一个人走进她的柴庚里来昵？在乡村里，青年小伙子和大站娘之同本来就隔着一层世俗的藩篱：更何況铁柱是一个普通的长工，而她却&还是孙大老爷家的血肉之躯，在名分上还是孙家的小姐呢。一个小姐和一个长工,隔了多么大的距离，要相好起来，该是多么不可想象哟。 “唉,孙小芬不能不叹息了，“为什么他是一个长工，我却是一个空头小姐妮？要是我真是孙寒的一个名副其实的丫头，该有多好”她对以公开地和铁柱接近，公开地和铁柱说话，甚至公开地和铁柱相好起来，铁&可以明媒正娶，把她讨过去当媳妇，该是多么幸福呀。 现在,她只是以她在厨房当丫头的实在身分，有机会和铁拄见面，,说两句话，有时还暗暗地在给他盛的饭里埋进一点好莱一她在厨房的角落里偷看，她看到铁柱在长工桌上場碗扒饭的时候，俏然扒出一玦肉来而吃惊的样子；跟着又看他赶紧掩盖起来，接着又偷偷吃了的满意神色。孙小芬象心里有“块石头瘙地似畔舒服。 “我就是喜欢他，我就是要和他好起来，怎么样呢？要死要活，我顾不得了。”孙小芬简直为自己这种太胆的想法吃惊，甚'至有些害怕起来了。也许这不过是一种不会有结果的梦想，只会绐她和铁柱带来灾难。而且他还不知道铁柱到底对她怎样，他敢和自己相好吗？ “他敢和我相好的,孙小芬痛苦地想。她不知道她凭什么做出这样的判断来，但是她越想越坚信不疑了。“他并没有把我当作什么小姐，，是把我实实在在地，作一个受欺侮的丫头。一个丫头和一个长工为什么不能相爱呢？他忍着苦替我嚼苦棟叶，这种情分是多好呀：” “这苦中的甜味是多好呀!”孙小芬常常在半夜酲来,想得很多很多，一个少女的梦总是美丽的。她才从一个美梦中画过来,她梦见她和铁柱好起来了，他们在打柴火的密林里幽会了，她投身在他那宽阔的胸怀中去，那是有多么大力气的双臂呀，简直杷她搂得快要出不来气了。他就这么亲热地紧搂着她，一句话也不浼一使她吃惊的是他的那两片铁片般的嘴唇向她的嘴唇挨过来了。“麴。”孙小芬惊醒了，原来是一个梦。她的心还在怦怦地眺着。她忽然听到隔壁长工房里的一片鼾声，她能够听出来那又粗又长的鼾声，就是铁往发出来的。多圩听！ 可是有的夜晚，孙小芬却为噩梦纠缠住了。梦见和抉柱正在相好的时候，被孙大老爷捉住了，看他气得铁宵的脸，那恶婆娘幸灾乐祸地拿出一根粗绳子来，叫孙二鳖把她和铁柱捆得扎扎实实的，还是嘴对着嘴捆起来的，把他们两个抬出去游乡示众。最后是孙二鳖在他们的背上绑上磨墩,拿去沉河。她和铁柱两个扑通一声被摔进大河里去，她和铁拄两个沉下去了，沉下去了，啊，出不来气了。“啊：”她大叫起來。 “怎么啦？”她的妈妈把她拍醒了，原来是一个噩梦，她浑身流汗，心快要跳出来了。她没有敢把她做的梦告诉她妈妈。这个梦是多么可怕，可是她和铁柱被公开地捆在一起，一块沉到河底去，又是多么幸福哟。 孙小芬近来就是这么半夜半夜地想呀，做梦呀，折磨着自己。她既感到痛苦，又感到快乐。 她现在一天不看见铁柱，心里便好象有一块石头没有落地。她以每天吃饭的时候能看到铁柱那么狼吞虎咽的样子为快乐，她连看到他身上穿的布汗衫破了，从那破洞露出他那结实的有棱有角的肌肉，也感郅奇怪的舒服。她又暗地为铁柱自己缝补衣服那样粗针粗线的手艺而感到好笑。耍是她能替他缝补一下衣服，她会紧计密线为他缝得很巴实的。她真想这么办，想得很厉害，以至她趁铁柱他们出工去了，偷偷跑进长工房去，把铁拄的汗裤拿回柴房替他补好大洞，又送了回去。她注竞观察铁拄的反应，也注尨观察其他长工是不是会偶然发现铁柱有这么好的缝补手乞而盘问他。但是，她没有发现铁柱穿上她补的那件汗裤到树房来吃饭，有什么特别的反应，其他的长工一样没有什么特别的反应。只是铁柱在舀饭的时候，看了她一眼，他们两个'的眼睛对看了一下，便转开了。就是这样，孙小芬已经感到十分安心了。 南云村的玩水龙的班子组织起来了，铁柱举着水把龙的'，和伙伴们一起，从这一个大院子玩到那一+大院子1凉爽的水，一瓢一桶地渎在他们的身上，他们感到十分舒眼。他们把钍年玩龙灯的本事都使出来，使水把龙上下翻腾，左右盘象真龙卑飞舞，博得一个院子又一个院子里人们的喝采声。按照&俗，龙种场合是百无禁忌的，大人小孩老头以至不大出门的大姑娘，什么人都可以向他们泼水，向他们高举的水把龙身上泼水，向他们玩龙的青年的头上身上泼水。有的恶作剧,专门铪玩龙头的铁柱脸上泼水,叫他睁不开眼睛,或者故意用水由下向上照他的鼻孔冲去，叫他呛鼻子，这样大家便大减大笑起来，觉得胜利了。越是向铁柱泼水的人多，越显出他的人才出色：一些年轻的大姑娘，都趁这个不受禁止的场合，向她们喜欢的小钬子泼水，跟着他们跑，笑着喊着。铁柱的英俊和他能说会遒,会搞各种青年喜欢的文化活动，是远近闻名的，因此向他泼水的大姑娘也最多。 水把龙玩到孙太老爷的院子里来了。这个院子历来就是这个村子或者说乡一坝里政治经济活动中心,也是文化活动中心~那里准备的水最多，泼水的人也最多。这是孙大老爷很高兴的事，不特显出他在这一片地方的重要性，也希望龙神能释给他降下神水，使他年丰人寿。他兴致勃勃地坐在~上首阶沿边看青年小伙子们玩水龙和看大人小娃喊着跑宥在给小伙子们泼水。最兴奋的恐怕要算孙小芬了。烛籾别的一些青年，其中也有年轻的女伴，用大瓢小斌沾水向水龙和玩龙的小伙子们身上拔去，跟着游动着的水龙跑，又笑又叫。她特别有兴趣给玩头的铁柱身上泼水，铁柱也向她张着大眼晴笑，他似乎在逃避宥，却实在是有意承受着孙小芬泼来的水。这一下他们才真正地笑着对看，弁旦说着笑活，没有人奇怪。她再也没有这么快活过了。铁柱也再没有别的机会象今天这样对孙小芬笑，向她表示明显的爱慕之情。 “他果然是喜欢我的，”孙小芬心里默默念着，作出这样的判断。 这天晚上，两个青年夂睡在隔壁，却没有合眼，他们想一样的事情，并旦下了一样的决心，不管在他们的面前有什么灾难，他们也不在乎了。世界上再没有比被一个人真诚地爱着的人更幸福的了。 他们在这个院子里是无法谈话的，只能在厨房吃饭的时候，或者在院子里走动的时侯，悄悄地用限晴说话。这对于一对被豳情的烈火炙烤着的青年当然是难以满足的。他们终于找到了机会。当然是在铁柱的长工伙伴们的同情和支持下，才得到这样的机会的。 孙小芬隔些日子，要上柴山上去打柴，'去要半天才回家。有一夫，孙小芬上柴山打柴去了,铁柱正带着伙伴们一块在坡上出工，几个青年长工就怂恿铁柱，要他偷偷到柴山上去会孙小芬。并旦答应在孙家有狗腿子来查看时，替他说出种种的理由来掩护，“怕什么？去!” 铁柱不顾一切，偷偷跑到柴山上去了。那里倒好，密密的树林和灌木丛，哪儿都找得到幽会的地方。铁柱忽然在孙小芬而前出现，孙小芬简直骇呆了。然而她也早已有死也不怕的心理准备，无所顾忌，她就和铁柱钻进一个密密的灌木林里，找个能听到外面声音的地方，坐了下来7但棊他们似乎并没有多少话要说,早已是心心相印，现在只是相亲相偎了。孙小芬过去梦中的情景成为现实了。她果然投身在铁柱那宽阔结实的胸怀中去，铁柱的双臂果然是那么有力，把她紧紧抱住，叫她几乎喘不过气来二她不明白她为什么反倒抽抽噎嘹地哭了起来，让她的泪水把铁柱的胸膛打湿了一片。铁柱仆么话也说