If it weren't for seeing the group arguing about women's rights, I might have forgotten about the poor woman.
The Huang-Huai-Hai Plain is the largest and smoothest plain in China, with dense cobweb-like rivers of all sizes crisscrossed vertically and vertically. I stand on the ** side of this land, as far as the eye can see, there is a flat arable land, where everything grows vigorously, wheat is cut is corn, cotton, sweet potatoes, rape and soybeans, and around the arable land is melons, fruits, plum peaches, apricots, apples, pomegranates, persimmons and grapes ......This is really a paradise suitable for nurturing life, and countless descendants of Yan and Huang thrive and continue here.
However, the growth of wealth in the era of agrarian civilization was linear, but the growth of population was exponential, and the slow accumulation of wealth could not keep up with the growth of population, which was destined to favor sons over daughters.
The idea of preference for sons over daughters, in the era of family planning, bore the evil fruit of more men than women, and that woman, Aunt Hua, was abducted here in the nineties.
That winter evening, my mother said, "The uncle next door is going to marry a daughter-in-law, so go and please the candy." Curious, I ran to his house, only to see a beautiful young girl sitting on the west side of the hall, with tears streaming down her face. She was disheveled, obviously struggling, and she could only keep sobbing in the face of the irresistible forces around her. Several aunts and aunts in the same village were persuading on the side, and it was obvious that this kind of persuasion was, in a sense, just a means of calming emotions.
It's been a long time, and I just remember that the usually honest uncle seemed very happy, and he gave me a bag full of candy. But I also felt that he was very apprehensive, because he was always walking around the yard, looking in the direction of the setting sun from time to time amid the pleasing sounds of the neighbors, as if waiting for something.
That day, I fell asleep as usual when I was young and ignorant, but in the middle of the night, I seemed to hear a burst of crying, scolding, and struggling, intermittently, mixed with some unintelligible sounds.
If the youth is strong, China will be strong ......"I was carrying Liang Qichao's "Young China Says", and I didn't understand what the thing next door meant, but I remembered that from that day on, I should have called her "Aunt Hua", and I still remember her sixteen-year-old age and the tears on her face.
Soon I knew that she was deceived by the tiger master from the western mountains, where she often couldn't eat, and the tiger master pretended to be a factory recruiter and wanted to take her to work, she believed it, but as soon as she got on the train, she turned here and became someone else's daughter-in-law.
This plain is indeed a good place to raise people, and she can eat enough every day, and she gradually adapts to it. Although she can't go out alone, but accompanied by the grandmother next door, she can still rush to the market to buy things, and later see her a few times, although occasionally there is still a little sadness, but it seems that she has accepted the arrangement of fate.
But I don't know if she really resigned herself to her fate, when I saw the movie one year, I immediately thought of her, I don't know if she tried to escape, and still can't find a way to leave. But I'm sure she doesn't like it here.
When we were young, we didn't know anything about the world, we only knew how to read and play, and we were educated to grow up and become talents, start a family, and serve the motherland. We just walked all the way down, and as we walked, we went far away.
One winter vacation, I saw her again.
At this time, she already had a child, and she was completely devoid of youth and fear, except for the accent of her speech, she was no different from the local peasant woman. She walked around the entrance of the village with the child in her arms, with happiness, confusion, and a little incomprehensible calm in her eyes, maybe expectation?
I stepped forward and called "Aunt Hua" to say hello to her. She let out an "um" and ignored me, turning to walk away.
The grandmother next door smiled and said to me, "I have a grandchild......”
I politely congratulated her, but I didn't feel a hint of joy in my heart.
The joys and sorrows of people are not connected, and at this moment, I deeply believe it.
The uncle next door is more than ten years older than Aunt Hua, but he has a good character, looks good, and has a skill. It's just that because of his introverted personality and after many failed blind dates, his psychology has changed a little, and he is more and more disliked, and finally he became a single.
In order to hold her grandson as soon as possible, the grandmother next door did not hesitate to borrow from all over the world and decided this matter. If nothing else happens later, this marriage may be able to stabilize.
Winter to spring, autumn harvest and summer busy, a few years have passed, I came home from Beijing for the New Year, while sipping on the cooked peanuts fried by my parents, while pulling home with my brothers, my ears are constantly ringing firecrackers and children's frolic, in the sound of blessings, I thought this is the happy Spring Festival.
Suddenly, I don't know who shouted: Aunt Hua jumped into the river.
We hurried out to see that she was splashing in the water, and a cousin quickly ran over and reached out and pulled her up.
The river is not deep, but the weather in Layue is very cold, and when she was pulled up, her lips were white and her body trembled, but she still didn't say a word, and there was no light in her eyes.
So we hurriedly sent her home, and the grandmother next door was cooking at home, and when she saw this, she quickly found a quilt, wrapped her in it, and baked the fire.
Maybe it's because I'm unhappy, maybe it's because of something else, the grandma next door continues to be busy making dumplings, and she keeps cursing something in her mouth, and I vaguely hear that there seems to be a tiger master and who's name.
It is said that when she was abducted, some unspeakable things had already happened. Now, there are still people who are worried about her beauty and covet her body. She should have experienced some grievances again.
Since then, she hasn't been out much. I don't go home much, and I can only see her occasionally during the Chinese New Year and when I give gifts to my grandmother next door.
In my memory, she was always lying in bed or wandering around the yard, muttering to herself, unwilling to communicate with others.
She is not the only one in our village, but she has no intersection with them, and it seems that the distance between them is farther than the distance between me and my hometown.
After a few more years, I heard that her children had grown up, worked in the south, and bought a house, but they didn't take her with them. Maybe she didn't want to go, maybe the children were afraid of trouble, maybe the cost of living in the city was too high, so she continued to stay in the village and live with her in-laws.
However, the care of her in-laws is limited, fortunately she can still live independently, but I think she should be lonely and sad, like a duckweed, floating in a strange pond, but can never take root.
Time flies quickly, and in people's lives, there are always people coming and going. Her father-in-law was gone, and two years later, her mother-in-law also died. After her mother-in-law's funeral, the children wanted to take her away, but she struggled desperately. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I knew she was saying that she wasn't going anywhere.
Perhaps, she is waiting for a person's freedom, after all, she has been circled for more than thirty years.
She lived in a village in a foreign land, she chose to stay at home, she didn't like to go out, at most she sat at the door, watching the occasional passerby and animals, and everything else seemed meaningless to her.
Only during the Chinese New Year, when she saw the children come back, her eyes would have a slight glimmer of brilliance, but more numbness, and once, I even saw disgust and hatred.
It's just that time won't stop, she can't resist the passage of life and vitality, and her self-enclosed lifestyle makes her worse day by day.
Finally, on a suddenly cold autumn day, she lost all her strength. She lay quietly at home, like a worn-out newspaper, as the children shouted, her eyes closed and ignored.
Her funeral was almost none, and the children who came in a hurry buried her in the earth and hurried away.
She's gone.
In this life, she is like a tool, and if she is used badly, she will be discarded.
I occasionally wonder, whose child is she? How did her parents spend all these years?
I also thought, if she could really go to the city to work, would she become you in the workplace, rushing around every day?
If she hadn't been deceived, she might have been busy in the kitchen at this time, waiting for her husband to eat together, or worrying about her children's studies, or she had already started a happy life with her grandchildren.