Lv Pengwen.
When I was a child, I felt that the small village I lived in was a place without a story, and the people here lived an ordinary life of sunrise and sunset. In the past few years, I felt that the city I was adrift in was a boring place, and the people here lived the same life from 9 to 5 in the morning. If you think about it, every place and every life contains a variety of stories and ......
One. At dusk, smoke curls up.
The silence of the village was shattered by the sound of crackling firecrackers, which told the villagers that something was happening in the village. But whether it is a red affair related to marriage or a white event such as death and mourning, the speed of information transmission will always be comparable to Bolt's 100-meter sprint, and it didn't take long for the people in the village to know what had happened: 78-year-old Lao Huasan died. This typical Chinese peasant has left forever a place he has never left in his life.
Lao Huasan has a total of 5 sons, and they all live in the village after their respective families, and the second son also set up a small shop in the village. Small shops are a major feature of the rural areas of northwest Hubei Province, and in my childhood memories, there are too many ** here. During the off-season, most of the villagers gather here to play cards, gamble or play chess, and there are always more people watching. The gag women, the young people who shouted and played cards with cigarettes in their mouths, this is still a place where the characters in the village often hang out, and honest people like Hua San generally don't go to the crowd to join in the fun, in the words of the rural people, he is a half-stick who can't beat a stuffy fart. As a young child, his sons cared little for him, and he rarely went to their homes. In the shop, every time I can see his second daughter-in-law babbling, Lao Huasan will occasionally stand in front of the shop and become a member of the onlookers, but I have never seen him play. Some young juniors will often make fun of him, and at most he will stop cursing and swearing without pain.
In my memory, he was always a thin skeleton, dressed in a washed whitish blue or gray tunic suit, and wore short-sleeved summer sleeves that I don't know if the son or grandson didn't want, and there were always a few big holes in the back.
When I was very young, I felt that Hua San was an old man, and he was only in his 50s when he was only in his 50s. When I go home during the summer vacation of college, Lao Huasan will ask me every time I meet at the intersection, Peng, are you back! I will wait for you to become a big official in the future! When I go home after work, Lao Huasan will ask me when he meets me at the intersection, Peng, can you get more than 1,000 yuan a month now? In his eyes, 1,000 yuan is already a huge number.
Such an old peasant man who regards 1,000 as an astronomical number in his eyes can't imagine how impetuous and noisy the world he lives in.
Two. On a Saturday in March of XX year, Ah Huang and his Fa Xiaolin went to a building under construction near Hangzhou Binjiang Higher Education Park, and the two stood on the side of the road and chatted.
Ah Huang: I just saw it, how do you feel about the house type? With an area of 90 square meters, the actual housing rate is high enough, so if you want to get it, hurry up, right?
Kobayashi: Where did you get so much money?
Ah Huang: Now there are only more than 6,000 **, and there is no such shop in this village! Why don't we do one by ourselves, and we can still be neighbors in the future, and it's convenient to help each other?
Kobayashi still said the same thing.
The 27-year-old Ah Huang Xiaolin is one year old, the two grew up together, and they secretly compete in everything, but it is always difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat. As he grew older, Ah Huang felt that it was difficult to give an explanation to his girlfriend without a house. He even felt like a man in his back every time he heard his girlfriend say that he was a potential stock. This time, he saw that Xiao Lin really couldn't make a decision, so he could only give up for the time being.
The next day, Ah Huang went alone to pay the deposit and get the room number.
Two years later, the house price here has risen to 13,000, although Ah Huang will not change hands to buy a house, but he always feels that he has done a great thing, and when he meets people, he says, you see, I really outperformed the CPI.
Kobayashi was not idle.
Early one morning, Ah Huang opened QQ, and a message came into view, @阿黄: My sci-fi** "The End of the Floating City" is about to be published by Academic Press (APC) in North America (the United States, Canada, Mexico), and is now accepting orders, while seeking domestic publication. This time, the brothers had a tie again, and Ah Huang praised everyone when he met people, and my buddy .......
Three. Every time I go home for the New Year, my mother will let me send a few buckets of tap water to the old man opposite, the old man is our neighbor for many years, and now the old wife is gone, but he is not willing to go to the town's children to live, can only continue to stay in the countryside alone, this former landlord old man since drinking tap water, it is difficult to drink the slightly bitter well water in his own pressurized well, every time I have to come to my house to pick up two large buckets of tap water, see that he is incapacitated, mother will always send him tap water, I go home, This glorious task fell on my shoulders.
Every time the old man saw me during the New Year, he said, Peng is now an adult, he was thin and small when he was a child, and now he looks much stronger.
The old man's life can be described as a bumpy one, he has been a landlord, he has run through the old days, he has been criticized, he has been exiled to a neighboring village for decades of labor reform, and he did not return to the village where he was born until he was 60 years old. In his young memory, the countryside seemed to have work that could never be done, and he was also a person who never knew how to be tired, either in the field or on the way to the field. In the summer, when the tobacco leaves were cured, I could always watch him and his eldest son take turns to burn the fire at night, and I often went to their flue-cured tobacco room to watch "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and the old man could tell two humorous stories from time to time, which made many of us children laugh for a long time. Years of hard work made him limp when he walked, and the villagers laughed at him, earning money and dying, even walking like a big goose, he still smiled humorously.
The old man's wife is a very difficult character, perhaps because of the landlord's wife, I have never seen him go down to the ground, even in the busiest season, when her husband and sons work in the field every day, but she is always at home and watching, not even cooking, and drinking two taels per meal.
Every time I come home from high school and college, I can see this old landlady sitting alone at the door of my house, smoking and smoking. I would always smile and say to my mother, Mom, you see, our family has a watchdog without paying for it, haha! Every time, my mother would say solemnly, ", don't talk nonsense," and then she couldn't help but laugh. I don't know when, this difficult character couldn't resist the erosion of the years, and left the old man who didn't like it all his life and left first.
The old man's wife is indeed a difficult character, his eldest son was not easy to find a daughter-in-law, so he asked someone to introduce one from the distant mountains, and this mountain girl was silent all day long, hard work. However, for some reason, my aunt from the mountains has not been able to give birth, and the family has no choice but to report a girl outside. As a result, my aunt was even more unpopular at home, and I rarely heard her speak, never went to the village shop to play cards, and rarely even saw her go to the street to catch the market, and her life seemed to be limited to the fields and the kitchen. After high school, he rarely went home, and later, I heard that the old man's wife instigated his son to kick out this honest daughter-in-law.
Four. A small village with a large hierarchical separation. From south to north, the village was divided into three parts: the front camp, the middle camp, and the back camp, each of which was controlled by a powerful family. These three families, without exception, are all male's many gateways. Almost every family is a brother, and there are more than a dozen uncles and brothers, and one or two of them are not stingy, and they will fight at the slightest dissatisfaction, relying on the strength of the people, and the average family will not bother with them, silently, these families rule the small village with their fists, and most of their sons can complete the glorious inheritance.
However, the people of the small village chief, men and women, young and old, regardless of the number of people, all respected and feared one person, and that person was my father.
The father is the eldest son in the family, perhaps because the grandfather is too cowardly, in order not to be bullied by others, the father showed a strong personality and the strength to not admit defeat when he was very young. When the soldiers returned home, they used the demobilization money to build the first four-room house with brick structure in the village, and later built the best bungalow in the village; When he was a film projectionist, the young people in the village followed him around to "rub movies" and gain knowledge; When he was the captain of the village team, he dared to take the lead in grabbing water from the neighboring villages, and dared to lead the villagers to beat dozens of "gangsters" who came to the city. Later, he went to the town to run a tap water, and realized the turnaround of this dilapidated enterprise, and then to the judicial office and the urban construction office, every footprint was steady, perfect, and blameless. The people of the village trusted him, worshipped him, and regarded him as someone who had seen the world. Of course, this is also inseparable from the virtuous help of my mother, which makes my father look more tall and majestic.
Today, at the age of 50, my father is still the most respected figure in the village. Today, Lao Wang of the Qianying came back from Guangzhou, and he must first bring good cigarettes from other places to chat with his father, and tomorrow Lao Du of the Houying will bring some tea from his son-in-law from Japan for his father to taste; Even when the village's mobile phone is broken, they think that Dad is the one who knows this kind of high-tech stuff best. Now my father, riding a motorcycle, took my family's faithful old dog around the fields at the east end of the village; Go to the shop to play cards, write couplets and gift lists for people who have had red and white ceremonies, and be leisurely. The year before last, my father bought a small car, which made him even more popular. Until now, every time I see my father, his unangry and self-righteous momentum still silences me.
Every boy has a hero image in his heart, and this hero in my heart is my father, and he has been for the rest of his life.
Five. A few days ago, after seeing the sentence "I can't go back to my hometown, I can't leave the city", it immediately inspired me to write this text, these characters, these lives, I am too familiar, close my eyes and immediately emerge in my mind those vivid images, today to catch up with the weekend, a person sitting here typing, unconsciously has been writing for 3 hours, the more I write, the more I feel difficult to control, there are too many stories, the stories of those "inverted door" men in the village, those kind girls who eloped for love, Those powerful people who are flying and domineering, those village women who run families and philistines, the artists who only love to raise pigeons all their lives, those **men**, every time they go home or talk to their mothers**, I can hear a lot of stories that surprise me, but my skills are too shallow to show the panorama, and there is no modification, so I write nonsense. I hope that this kind of empty and staggered writing technique, coupled with the natural sound of "Oh, Think" by Ann and the cavalry, can make up for the regret.
You may find the prototype of these rural people in your own life. In their world, there are no romantic love stories, no treacherous workplace battles, no online games, no bar discos, no football, no NBA, no "Ninety-Five", I don't know LV, Armani, I don't understand the housing price, I don't understand the financial crisis, I don't talk about transformation and upgrading; In their world, there may only be the marriage of the few acres of the village in the east of the village and the marriage of their children, but they will not lose sleep, they will not be depressed, and they live a very solid life.