He said he came from the countryside.
The girl looked up and down, not quite convinced: the young man was not tall, about her; he was pretty, with a little wrinkle on his head, and looked smart, wearing a blue shirt and black trousers. Next to an old Golden Lion bicycle, it is also clean, that is, the handlebar on the left has fallen off. The young man raised his wrist and looked at his watch, saying he wanted to go to work. On board, a string of bells broke, rolling in the sun, sliding past the doors of the liquor and tobacco shops, mending the feet of bicycles, selling steamed buns, sweeping aunts, and cinema projectioners sitting smoking looked up at him and saw him go to the bridge and turn around. Another blink of an eye, he was gone, the bell is still in the sun, round, bright and light, stroll.
The girl riding her old Phoenix Bicycle, on her way home, always thought how to get the bell off. The thumb was hanging, and it never stopped. Seeing the peach trees in front of the house, the wheels trampling on the well covers, and they smell the fragrance of their mother's cakes. She got out of the car and said hello to her neighbour grandpa in the sun. She went into the house and went around the kitchen to help. She asked her mother: how about the country folk?
Mom said, yes, some are bad.
When he was having dinner, his father frowned on his brow and said, "not good."
The girl's father looked at her 24-year-old daughter in the frame, and he had been there for twenty years. Mother would quarrel, play cards, sew jackets, weave cattail fans, plant flowers, raise chickens, ducks, cats and dogs, but a widow could not feed a girl and her brother. The matchmaker painted a man who was divorced and looked at her mother's beautiful appearance. She never thought she would become fat like a bus and become the girl's stepfather. My father had a daughter, stupid and lazy. He got up at noon and fell down at sunset. He could not bathe ten times a year. The stepfather thought it was the princess's life to have her own daughter. In that case, it would be better to have a maid and a maid. Although the girl and her brother are clumsy, after eating at home, they should be servants. Stewed chicken soup, Princess daughter eats chicken leg, girl and brother eat chicken neck and claws. Cook the fish soup, the princess daughter eats fish, the girl and her brother bite the fish head and fish tail. The steamed bread, the princess daughter eats the meat steamed stuffed bun, the girl and the younger brother eat the white face flower roll, dip in some sufu. The girl gave the chicken's neck ribbons of meat, chicken's claws of the palm, and the curl of Sufu to her brother for a sigh. Mom looked at it, smeared her eyes, and made a hello.
My brother was very good tempered. Then one day, when walking hit a peach tree, his mother discovered that he was nearsighted and had glasses. After seeing the world, his brother became violent. He was bullied by his stepfather, and his mouth was noisy. My father shouted, "I don't support you. How old are you?" Brother roar: do you support me? You eat a chicken neck, eat a fish head, gnaw meat bones, you just keep a dog! After the quarrel, the younger brother put the glasses cloth into the glasses box, took a few books into the schoolbag, went out angrily, and shouted at the door: I'm going to America! Never come back again!
At this time, mother sighed and walked into the kitchen. Put two eggs into the bowl of flour, add water, mix, add salt and sugar. Until noodles, eggs, salt and sugar blend well, like eggs can flow, fall, slide in the bowl, sprinkle a handful of onions. Pour the oil in the pan, turn around and start a fire. Looking at the leek, sank the flour bowl round the pot and spread it over the bottom of the pot. After a while, there was a slight yellowing, a loud noise and a sweet smell, and she turned her face over. When the two sides are dark and sweet, they cook the cake and sprinkle a little sugar. When sugar falls on hot cakes, it will turn into a sweet cloud. At this time, the younger brother must stand by the door and scratch his right finger. Mom said, "eat." The younger brother slipped in, held a bowl of cake, and took two chopsticks and ate it.
The girl finished her senior high school, worked at the top of her father's class, and became a textile worker. The stepfather felt very unhappy that the princess daughter had lost a maid, and even more unhappy to find that the girl began to have money to buy things, and even bought a second-hand Phoenix bicycle. Looking back, I found that the princess daughter could not find a job - all the friends looked sorry and said, please eat a snail, drink yellow wine, you can. Send you a box of Shaoxing opera. Work, there is no way to arrange - and then the abacus. He said to the girl: You should come home and make a needle and thread, and let your sister, the princess's daughter, take your class. The girl said skillfully: I took my dad's shift, which was the welfare of the factory; I'm going to quit, and this position is gone, there's no way. Here, she turned back to the factory leader. Leaders liked her, so they put on a serious look to the father who touched the factory: This is the factory rules, ah! It's not what we can decide, ah!
So my father didn't really hate country folk. He just wants to make the girl angry, so the country folk are not good!
The girl wanted to see the country boy. When she was at work, she thought, "cross the bridge, turn around, and go to the road next to the canal. On the left hand side was the Bank of the canal. There were many barges on the river. People on the boat set tables and stools on the deck and ate red-cooked fish and rice mixed with meat. On the right-hand side of the road is the cinema. Film projectors go out in their spare time, chat with cigarette sellers in the cigarette and wine shops near the cinema, and smoke. There are always packages of cigarettes on the counter of a cigarette and wine shop. Anyone can light one cigarette and put one in his ear. Tobacco and wine shops used to be wonton steamed buns shops, where there was a mist, often standing in the doorway, wiping glasses of moisture. Then it's the bathroom. The girl had never been there, but she knew that there were often people who raised the curtain as thick as a big quilt, ran to the tobacco and wine shop to buy cigarettes, went to the wonton shop to ask for a bowl of wonton, "Mix wonton, not soup wonton!" It's not hot enough to go to the bathroom guests. Then there was the hardware store, where the boss always sat in the doorway and played chess with people, clapping his knees at the bottom: "(in dialect) I'll have one (immediately changed to Mandarin) as the first gun!" In the past, it was the stalls for selling oil, and the stall owners also sold them. The child likes to eat steamed buns at midnight meals. She eats them with a click of gold. The sweeping aunt looks back and shakes her head and sighs. In the past, it used to be a bicycle repairman, and in the past, it was a two-storey building, a bookstore on the first floor, which could rent books. Newspaper? Let's put the money on the counter. And then there's the warehouse of the Import and Export Corporation, where there's a lot of big, oily blue trucks. Behind the truck is a grey building, and the lad works upstairs. What floor is he on?
The girl swept through an office one by one, most of which were empty, and saw the lad in a street office on the second floor. He turned over his right hand and took the glass in his left hand for tea. When the girl knocked on the window, the young man looked up at her and let her into the office. The girl said, "are you new here?" The young man said, "yes.
The young man said, he is a country man. This is the second time that the girl has heard him start like this. He was supposed to be the section chief in the import and export company, but others could not bear him, and said some bad things about him, so he was sent to see the warehouse. Look at the storehouse is not bad, few people, quiet, can read the book, can play the flute. It's okay to find someone to play cards when you're free. The girl thinks: He can play cards and play flutes. The girl asks: Can you drive a truck? The young man was stunned and said, "No.
It was lunch time, and the young man said, Go to lunch - before the girl blushed, he added, I have a friend waiting in the wonton shop. As the two of them walked along the road, Aunt Sweeper stopped her broom and pressed the smoke to look at them; the cyclist's uncle smiled at them, turned his head half way, and continued to wipe the inner tube and hum. The sun covered them all the way to the wonton shop. There was a table with two young men. He saw the young man and raised his hand to greet him. The young man pointed to me: my little brothers.
Then I heard the quarrel.
Take the tickets and queue up for the soup bags. The two men are fighting for the last drawer of the soup bag. The next drawer is steamed out for a while. A short boy said, "how can you jump the queue when I am clear?" Another big man shouldered his elbow and said, "I bought it for the unit. I'm in a hurry!" You lean back! The two men quarrelled and the crowd stood around. The young man looked at the two men, at his table of friends, strode up to the big man and patted him on the shoulder: Why are you here? Something in the unit, come out! Looking back at the big man, he urged the accountant to look for you, food stamps. As soon as the big man listened and rushed out, the girl stood there and did not know what to do. She watched as the little boy took the last drawer of buns and put them on the lad's "little brothers" table. She thought about it, but she followed the shop door.
He happened to see the big man go seven or eight paces out of the door and stand on his forked legs, blushing and angry: What are you doing? The young man smiled lightly, the sun shining on his face like a watch: I said I coaxed you, I didn't know you, and I didn't know your unit. Then he threw the big man down, entered the store, took a girl's sleeve in his hand, and sat down at the table of my little brothers, where several young men had cleverly emptied the steamed buns in the drawers, and gaped at the big man who had followed him, smiling, and so on, as he burned his lips and gazed with delight. Walk, all the way like a train pounding smoke, they magic again, from the table out of a dish of hidden steamed buns, even a dish of ginger vinegar, handed to the young man: brother eat! Then look at the girl - ah Jie!
The elder sister took out a pair of knitted gloves when she went to see "brother" for the second time. The third time I went to see "brother", I pulled out a pair of plastic bottle refitted bicycles. "Little brothers" said: ah Jie is really handy! "A elder brother" asks "A elder sister" to climb a mountain, skid a hand, knee trousers broken, "A elder sister" on the sewing machine to mend. Mom came over, looked up the trousers, looked at the trouser legs and nodded. The girl's face was a little red, and said, "but the human looks pretty good!"
The young man held the bicycle handle made of plastic oil bottle, and rang the manhole cover with the girl. My brother put down his high school textbook and went out to see his eyes. Immediately he shouted back, "Mom, there's a visitor!" Mom is in the room. When his father heard it, he went to the door and looked at it. His eyebrows were wrinkled like dry branches.
I saw my mother make a table of boiled peanuts, stewed chicken soup, boiled fish soup, spread bread, braised eel, and my stepfather's eyebrows wrinkled into the meat. The stepfather heard his chest purring as he saw the lad eating chicken leg instead of chicken neck, eel instead of garlic, dipping the cake in sugar instead of chewing. The lad said to the girl, brother and mother: Actually, chicken feet are very delicious. In Guangdong Province, the chicken feet are served with wine and porridge. In fact, the fish heads are very good, especially the soup. The fish heads soup in Tianmu Lake is very famous. It is very good to boil in a tin, especially when I was on a business trip. Dad listened, and the meat on his nose began to smoke. When the young man left, he handed the cloud cake to the princess and said, "Country man, no good!"
A few days later, the Secretary of the textile mill went to the girl and said that someone had written an anonymous letter, accusing her of style problems, and asked her to be removed from the factory. The Secretary said: we certainly do not believe such rumours. But you'd better look at this handwriting to see who wants to hurt you. The girl looked at her handwriting and gave a sneer. The Secretary sighed and said, "your father, in fact, has some advantages." If people compare, they have to do bad things, and they can't do well.
The young man came to the house a second time, a week from the first, five days from the third, three days from the third. Stepfather found himself eating chicken legs, fish, eel less and less, even if eat, no longer have envious eyes staring at him. Girls, brothers and mothers all stared at the young man and listened to what he said he had read in books, what he had seen on business trips, what he had drunk, what he had seen on TV, what he had enjoyed swimming in the lake, how he had seen the mountains in the South and the mountains in the north were different, how he had cycled across the whole Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge by himself . My father was angry and the consequences were very serious. He picked up the bamboo stick behind the door and gave the young man two brows, beating and saying, "I told you not to come!" Tell you not to come!! You are coming!!
Bamboo sticks used for a long time, from green to yellow, hard and tough, outside glossy, whistling with wind. Listening to "Pearl Tower" A just heard Fang Qing preach love, suddenly heard the voice, rushed from the cane chair, came to see the young man's hair that bleeding down, frightened, run around the smoke Hotel calls. The people at the smoking hotel hurriedly looked for the joint defense team next door. The people of the United Defense Force heard of the blood, dare not neglect, rushed to tell the police station, and called the residents of the health station to go first. Two bicyclists came to the police station. The girl recognized one of them handed her a steamed bun and called her elder sister, who was now in police uniform. He came in a hurry and asked seriously: What about brother?
At that time, the head of the young man had been wrapped up in gauze of the health station, and the blood was wiped clean. A few drops of blood and a half-cooked dish stood there, looking out of the blue, a room crowded with seven or eight neighbors, and a dozen neighbors stretched their necks to watch the bustle outside the door. The princess daughter hid herself in the room, and put out her head for a while, then drew back. The young man held his forehead with his right hand, and looked at the face of his father. He calmly said, "it's okay. I slipped and knocked on the door. Nothing much. No tetanus needles. Trifle thing. Well.
When they were persuaded to leave and the door closed, the boy took the bamboo stick from his stepfather's hand and looked at his stepfather. With a clap of his hand, the stick broke. The young man said, "let's do that. You beat me today. But this is the last time. I swim, run, and fight, and I can't beat you like this ten. If you bully them any more, I'll beat you up. If you bully once, I'll beat it once.
His father said to his younger brother, eat chicken legs and eat chicken legs.
His father said to his mother: eat eel silk, eat eel silk. This eel is cut well! Mom looked at him: I cut it myself.
Later dad said to the girl, "who, ah, not coming for days." When will he come again?
The girl said, he is busy in the unit. He said he would go home and tell his parents about this.
A public leader shook his head and listened to "Pearl pagoda". He said to his mother, "boy, you are very nice."
The uncle who repaired bicycles smiled at the girl and said, "your boyfriend went home again today. He didn't come to work. You guys are fine.
The aunt who swept the floor said, "your sister" is in the bookstore! You must not eat melon seeds here! Just sweep up!!
The owner of the bookstore waved on the two floor: if there is no change, take one. I'll ask your boyfriend tomorrow, ha ha ha!
Mother looked at the boy's bamboo strip gate, looked at the old hen with a blank head and a round stare inside, and nodded her head satisfactorily: Is it hot? To eat glutinous rice balls, eat taro!
My father listened to the boy shouting "one or two, three" and two arms in a fight. The father, the boy and the girl's brother joined forces to put the last wooden beam on the grapevine. The stepfather gasped, looked up with satisfaction, and saw the sun shining through the orderly grid and the green leaves of the border. He nodded: OK, OK, cough... Good! Come and rest, eat an apple!
The girl said to her mother, "Mom, I can't sleep. Do you say he is really a country man?
Mother said, "No. Aex Kevin is clean and read. The accent is also like a city dweller.
The girl said, well, the country folk later lived in the city, that is, the townspeople.
Mother said: Ah, in fact, our family used to be countrymen too - now the city people used to be countrymen.
The girl said, "I know his home address, but I haven't been there."
Mom turned over and said, "otherwise, let's go to the countryside and explore him."
The girl said, "detective? Surreptitious!
Mother said: we are not secret agents, not sneaky. I am looking at my son-in-law!
Sitting on the bus for a long time, sitting in the mother's heart was wondering. The shorter the buildings on the roadside, the fewer passengers there are. Mom asked the driver: Master, did not open the wrong place?
When I got off the bus and walked for a long time, my mother's doubts rose like the smoke of a truck passing by. Mother asked the girl: is this address correct? Her daughter's lips flushed, she rolled up her sleeves and sweats with her hands: Yes!
Walking through a factory fence, in front of it was a river of shiny fish scales, half blue and half green, with gray and white spots. Fine, blue is heaven, green is Cinnamomum camphora, grey is ducks, white is geese. The stones beside the river, the strong aunts squatting, scrubbing and washing clothes. Further, it was a green, yellowed vegetable field, large pieces of dog grass and morning glory. The mother and the girl walked along the river and saw a cottage house in a row. The wall is red brick, the door is wooden frame block, the fork pole is on the window, deep oil yellow. The sun was in front of the green beans, and fish hung on the doorposts. It was noon after that, and there was a piece of gray smoke in the chimney. Mother asked the girl: which family is it? The girl was thinking that her ears were pricked.
Ah sister!
At the end of the cry, a small figure sprang out of the bushes by the river, sprinkled in the sunshine, and trampled all the way to the cabin on flowers and grass. The mother and the girl were in a blink, and suddenly heard a scream in front of the log cabin: Mom, my brother's girlfriend is coming! As time goes by, a blue figure flies out of a wooden house, and a smoke rushes to it. Mother suddenly felt wrong. Once she pulled her face, she turned around and ran. The ears heard behind him, and the sound of a new ginger like hot and spicy voice shouted:
Ah, auntie, you are coming! Come on! Good!!
Many years later, the girl thought that shy journey had run for hundreds of miles. The wind is ringing in my ears, and the time is very long. But Rao is so, she and her mother are still caught by a pair of big hands. She often asked the lad: How could your mother, a woman in a green shirt, black pants, black shoes, and a plain-looking woman, run like the wind, catch them up, and still have five boiled eggs in her arms? As soon as he caught them, he put the boiled eggs in his pocket into the hands of the girl and her mother: he went to his brother-in-law's house and came back in a minute. Please come home and sit down!
The countryside had breakfast early, and before dusk, the families set their tables by the green beans in the yard, like the barge houses on the canal. The ducks and geese in the pond go home. The women raised their voices and called the children running around the vegetable fields, sand dumps, wells and digging for bamboo shoots and turnips "Eat fast!" The lad's mother came out of the kitchen with red eyes, and repeatedly apologized: the family is still a big firewood stove, not even a coal ball stove, I'm sorry to let you see the joke. Let's watch a TV. Black and white TV, sound is good!
The young man said, "Mom, you leave it alone!
The young man's father, who had just passed sixty that year, had lost his ears. He smiled and poured hot rice wine to the guests. He smiled and put the fried peanuts on the table. He gave two giggles in his dumb voice and drank the wine himself first. The head of the camphor tree was making a rustle. Neighbors shouted: beautiful girl! The girl in town!! A neighbor, holding a rice bowl with chopsticks, pickled green beans and fish, came up to greet the girl, then kicked the boy in the ankle, squeezed his eyes and laughed.
After the meal, the sunset had not yet gone down, but the lines shaken off, into a soft as yellow wine cloud. Two young people's mother chatted together, and two young people walked around with their hands. Years later, they didn't know the details of the day very well. Sometimes it was one way of saying it, sometimes another way of saying it. Maybe they forgot, maybe they didn't want me to know what they said that day. Thirty years later, when I looked at the evening when all the dust had settled, their shadows melted into the twilight, and they both wore red and rotten light, like the short figure of the messenger shouting, "The bridegroom and the bride!"
One of the stories I heard was that the young man was sitting by the river, pointing out to the girl how he had caught five or six toads at one go when he was a child, scouring rice in the river when he was a child, falling into the river and being taught by his parents, sitting on the rock, fishing shrimp, and fishing shrimp. The bed factory wall hole drilled, stealing the fire material roast shrimp to eat. When he was a child, he dug radishes and roots, roasted peanuts with fire, heard crackling sounds and smelled the fragrance. He said he would buy a Hitachi TV, a chest of drawers, a sofa with a peacock-embroidered blanket on it, and he said he would buy a tea table next to the sofa and a bonsai on it. He said the sewing machine had to be placed at the bottom of the bed and stacked under the wardrobe. Finally, he said earnestly:
In the future, if you have children, you can call Zhang Jiawei - Wei, the meaning of jade. The names of men and women can be called.
One of the stories I heard was that the girl felt as shy and happy as ever for twenty-four years. She felt that the future life would be so depicted that it would be as bright as the brocade in front of us. She was shocked by this sudden sense of happiness, and had no time to think about what was wrong with her son or daughter's name, Zhang Jiawei, but said:
Oh, how thick skinned!
