What happened in the village (I)

In the past few days, I have put down Proust's "Remembrance of a Watery Age", Joyce's "Portrait of a Young Artist" and Pessoa's "Book of Restlessness"; I have put aside Chi Zijian's "Fireworks Scroll", Feng Jicai's "Artists" and Ye Zhou's "Dunhuang Benji"; and closed Boym's "Nostalgic Future" and Feng Jinnos's "Memories". But all of a sudden, I plunged into my own memory pool, about the memories of my hometown, so the junior high school teacher Li Junmin's "Father's Anthology" and the famous calligrapher and writer Meng Huixiang's "Once Upon a Time" became my desk book, and even I searched for articles about my hometown by the small famous female writer Green Demon who went out of Xiangcheng County on the Internet.

In the morning, a government department came to the company to inspect whether the company had difficulties and needed help, I led them to see everything that was busy, and everything that should be talked about was also talked, everyone was very busy, and they left after doing the right thing. I sent them away, and saw that there was a ziwei tree and several cherry blossom trees on the north wall whose leaves were red, and I felt that shining in a frame could quite express the chest of the next autumn, so I went into the grass to find a suitable place to take a picture, and came to a small pit under my feet, where there were a few rotten branches mixed with a little dry grass. When I crouched down and held up my phone, there was a hint of rotten but not nasty smell into my nostrils, my body trembled inexplicably, I tried to sniff, I always felt a smell from the depths of memory, but I couldn't remember anything, so I had to take a picture back to the office.

The sun was still half-obscured, the sun was weak and the wind was weak, so I turned the back of the chair toward the south window, sat down to read a book, cushioned the waist pad at the waist, and picked up the "Father's Anthology" casually. Turning to page 85, I saw an article called "Blood and Tears", which frightened me, and my heart said that Teacher Li had been scribbling and smearing powder on the classroom podium of primary and secondary schools in villages and towns for more than thirty years, although I could not say how well-off life was, but it was definitely not blood and tears. Reading the whole text carefully, I found that he was writing about a girl in the village, which was a tragedy and a story that made people grit their teeth but had nowhere to vent. Suddenly, I remembered the smell of decay, when I was a child, in the village, almost every gate had a dung pit, both adults and children, often chatting and eating at the side of the dung pit, watching the old man in the family excitedly pour into the basket of livestock dung that he did not know where he had picked up, and the slightly smelly smell mixed with the smell of decay always exuded a sense of solidity that only a farmer could experience, of course, I have not seen a quarrel, a fight is pushed into the dung pit.

A girl named Xiaohua, teacher Li taught her in junior high school, she was later admitted to a southwest college, talked about a boyfriend. Her mother hated that her boyfriend was a child of the mountains and firmly disagreed with their relationship, on the grounds that she hated the mountains. The first year of spring festival home, the girl under the strong monitoring of her mother, finally through lying to return to school; the second year of spring, the girl did not dare to go home, her mother led her brother to the school personally to force her home. While at home, her mother told him to find a local in-laws, and the distant boy could only listen to her cries on the phone. On a snowy night, the girl perhaps did not want to shed any more tears, she turned her melancholy into an eight-page suicide note, and she watched as the sharp knife deftly cut her wrist, and the red blood scattered little by little, and she walked gently. The boy, accompanied by his uncle, came to our village, and he lay on the coffin of the girl he once loved, crying dead and alive, complaining of his cowardice and regret, and the people of the village came, and the sympathy and helplessness of the people filled every gap in the street. The last few villagers helped the boy's uncle to drag the boy off the coffin, and the coffin was carried away smoothly. This is the story told by Teacher Li, there is no other explanation, suddenly stopped, he summed up as life and death love.

After reading this story, of course, I was extremely unhappy, I once wrote a "small change", I did not expect this tragic result to be more serious, according to my natural science study and work inertia, I still want to know more about something. I immediately contacted Teacher Li on WeChat to communicate, he was in a hurry to go to class, only gave me a voice back, simply said the girl's family situation. I stood up from the chair through a curling action, felt some hollowness in my chest, looked at the pot of turtle back bamboo in front of the desk left without any interest in that green and idyllic, quite dissatisfied, I thought of those fantasy novels on the Internet, small animals and small plants can be cultivated into empathetic psychics, that feeling is good!

Thinking about it, I had to ask someone else, and immediately I thought of my friend Dapizhao, and I took a picture of the article and sent him a picture and asked him if he knew Xiaohua and Xiaohua's family. In the few minutes of waiting for his reply, I circled around the desk several times, and the green vine in front of the right side of the desk touched me several times, and I guess it was a little annoying to me.

Little Flower has one sister and two older brothers. Her eldest brother became a soldier, retired from the army and returned to the village to get married, and had a son and a daughter. Her eldest brother died in a car accident one year, and her sister-in-law was less than one with her mother, and she remarried to pingding mountain with her children, and never returned to the village. Her second brother worked as a farmer in the village, married and had children, and lived a normal life. Her eldest sister was married to a nearby village. There is also written behind the big pizhao, saying that Xiaohua went to his house one year to chat with him, she said that she was admitted to the county normal school that year, but the students who belonged to the committee needed to pay money, because the family did not support, had to go back to junior high school to re-study. Later, it is estimated that as described in Teacher Li's article, she first went to a high school in the county, and then was admitted to a college in the southwest. The next few sentences of the message sent by Da Pizhao are obviously tinged with resentment, and he describes Xiaohua's mother as follows: sharp teeth and mean to others.

After reading the information of Da Pizhao, I was very puzzled, because I knew that after many years of wandering around, the current mixture was quite good, and there were several houses in Shaanxi and Henan Province, and they treated people warmly, and they were definitely not people who fell into the well. I burned a pot of hot water, took out a handful of white tea, crisp green leaves with some white fluff on the edges, even if the tea stems carried by each leaf are so slim and pleasing to the eye, the color of the tea washed out of the hot water is golden yellow, just look at it has the effect of lowering fire. I took a sip of most of the cup, and then decided to talk to Dapizhao WeChat voice call and talk more deeply about the Xiaohua family.

As soon as he connected my voice, without waiting for me to ask a question, he spoke, just like the boiling hot water just rushed to the tea leaves and quickly steamed up, endless, straight through people's hearts. He said that when he was seven or eight years old, one day, he came home from outside, and he heard a noise in front of his house, and he ran over to take a look and found Xiaohua's mother tugging at his mother's hair and pushing hard into the dung pit at the door, and Xiaohua's father and brothers were watching from the side. On this scene, Da Pizhao left a psychological trauma that was indelible for a lifetime, so as soon as he talked about Xiaohua's mother, a wave of anger rushed straight to the top of his head. He said that when he was young, if Xiaohua's mother got angry with anyone around her, she would run to the street and curse the other party by pouring hot water on her own straw man.

After listening to it for a long time, I couldn't put my mouth shut, so I had to drink the remaining small half cup of white tea, and my heart was cold, at this time, The complaint of the big Pizhao suddenly relaxed, obviously he felt a little too much for me, and maybe the resentment in his heart disappeared with the words. He took the initiative to talk to me about the former rural dung pits, and it just so happened that I had been recalling the rotten smell today, at this time, we smelled the same, talking about which partner fell into the dung pit when I was a child, the neighboring village had a big water dung pit one year drowned two people and more than a dozen pigs, who had the largest dung pit in the village, and so on.

After dinner, I went to the gym, strength training, exercised the shoulders, very tired, and the fitness people know that the shoulder exercises are very tired. Usually people say that men's shoulders need to carry a lot of responsibility, and in my experience, in the family, women's shoulders carry far more responsibilities than men. I think that including the mother of Dapizhao, the mother of Xiaohua, and my mother, whether they are evaluated by others as good or bad in life, they all try to do their best to shoulder the responsibilities of the family, even though their shoulders look really thin.

I also heard from other people that in daily life, Xiaohua's mother always quarreled with her father, and then the two divorced, and within a few years, Xiaohua's mother died. I heard again that Xiaohua's father married a younger woman and later divorced. A few years ago, Xiaohua's father and a few friends in the village drank and died at the wine table.

2021.10.28 Yue Yinchao