Snowfall Mountain Village
Text/Quiet
8
Wu Feng also stood up. Yu Fei slowly refocused his gaze on Wu Feng's face, with a hint of wandering and a hint of hope in his eyes, and looked at Wu Feng with a pulse.
Outside the house, the mountain wind rose again.
Wu Feng's heart was twitching, and he swallowed hard and said softly, "Fei'er, I know that you are deeply in love with dashan." When your sideburns are white, you will definitely think of your youth and unfinished filial piety to your parents. ”
Wu Feng's tone was very weak, but the sound of the voice tapped on Yu Fei's heart, as if it sounded in the deep mountains and valleys, and the echo was endless. Yu Fei's heart was a little anxious, and Wu Feng began to blame calmly and began to stop supporting her like that. Yes, had she taken care of the family for six years? The two younger sisters competed and went to college, and only their parents were dependent on each other at home. Watching the scene of other people's children and grandchildren circling their knees and enjoying themselves, listening to the feelings of others "providing for their children is only to make a wedding dress for their children for a lifetime", parents can only make helpless smiles, but they have to worry about them and cling to the door. There is also Wu Feng's mother, after all, she regards her son as the root of her life! Could it be that she had already dragged Wu Feng down, had already dragged it down?
"Fei'er, don't hesitate any longer, look at the county town, which one is like you, who doesn't climb the throne and look at the money?" We've been there for six years, and that's enough. Wu Feng's eyes began to droop.
Yu Fei looked at Wu Feng blankly: "So, Feng, I was too stupid before?" ”
Wu Feng panicked and evaded Yu Fei's gaze. Did he really think Yu Fei was stupid? He had never considered this question, and he felt that one or two words could never sum up Yu Fei. Yu Fei has an incomparably rich connotation, and he does not want to evaluate Fei Er in simple words at all. He once discussed with Yu Fei the words of the literary singer Pushkin, "You have to listen to the judgment of stupid people", so what is a smart and what is a stupid person? Today, in front of Yu Fei's face, is he going to deny his usual thoughts and remarks and define stupid people against his heart?
Wu Feng tried to look at Yu Fei. Yu Fei's eyes were still full of innocence, but today he wanted to fight against this true and pure, injecting a trace of grievance and darkness into Fei Fei's eyes. He felt unbearable grief. Is he going to abandon this heart today to join another heart? Who has the right to deprive him of his love in this way, and whose sin? Is it the mother who is guilty of threatening her son with her own life? Is this backwardness guilty of the huge gap between civilization and civilization? Is this call for "intellectual poverty alleviation" guilty? Is everyone who despises this place and ignores this group of children guilty? Poor self is more sinful! This sin punished him for obeying everything around him, punishing him for gambling youth and love to prove the darkness or light of the path his mother had paved. And who will experience the mood after the bet? Phil will never understand this heart, and this heart will die from now on.
After a wave of pity for himself, Wu Feng's mind began to explode, and he simply burst into a series of cannons: "I don't know if you are stupid or not." It's just that the person who stayed in the ravine for six years and didn't want to leave was you, and the person who even the sea couldn't bear to throw away his mother, and the person who took care of him for six years without touching his relatives was you..."
Yu Fei was stunned, Wu Feng really began to accuse and dislike her, is this the peak she usually makes? Is Haizhi really a thorn in Wu Feng's eye? She only felt dizzy, her heart pounding, and she stared at Wu Feng with a low-hanging gaze, and began to doubt everything about Wu Feng, including before.
9
The door "squeaked" open, and as a cold wind struck, the two of them turned their heads in unison.
The bloated cotton coat could not hide the girl's standing body, and the tears of the sea rippled like a snowman standing in the doorway. The backpack landed on the ground, covered with a layer of snow. After a moment of looking at each other, Haizhi lifted his school bag, turned back to cover the door, and slowly moved his feet full of snow powder.
Yu Fei's head roared, and he rushed up to meet it, pulled up Haizhi's frozen hand, and rubbed it pityingly: "Haizhi, you..."
"Teacher Yu," just cried out, Haizhi's tears filled his eyes again, and he was about to fall, "Teacher Yu, you don't have to say anything." It's been six years, and if it weren't for you, I really don't know what I would be like. I knew there was such a big world outside the mountains. However, Teacher Yu, you came from outside the mountain to this mountain, cut a slit for the mountain, and let the sun shine in, but you yourself had ten fingers sticking to the blood. Teacher Yu, don't shake your head, that's not what I said, people in the mountains say so. Teacher Yu, we also beg you on behalf of your uncle, rest assured, I will teach my brothers and sisters as hard as you do. Teacher Yu, rest assured, huh? The tears of the sea rolled down his cheeks.
Haizhi's words were like a steel needle, without malice, but they stabbed Wu Feng's heart socket, making his heart bloody. Yu Fei wrapped his arms around Haizhi, "No! Haizhi, don't do this, don't—" She couldn't go on, rubbing her head against the beads of water in her hair, what more could she say?
Soon after Fei Fei's internship left, people learned that Lotus's mother had eloped with a merchant outside the mountain, and the white noodles that Lotus said that time were also specially prepared by her mother for the businessman. People were angry, but the father who went out to work in the mountains was silent. In order for Lotus to continue to go to school and see the world of flowers and greenery outside the mountains, Lotus's father works day and night. Finally, a sudden heart attack took his life and left the eight-year-old lotus flower. On that simple funeral day, people's eyes were blurred with tears. Facing a loess grave, the little lotus flower cried darkly, the rough filial piety clothes stained the yellow earth, tears and loess polluted her face, and the mountain wind ruthlessly pulled her hair. In the days that followed, she sat unkemptly at the door of her house, not saying a word except crying, and not going to the homes of the villagers when she died. Later, Yu Fei came to the face of the little lotus, and the little lotus finally threw herself into her arms from her grief...
What a relationship they have built in the past six years! It is the sweet teacher-student relationship, the selfless mother-daughter love, that warms the heart of a child who is on the verge of winter, and in order to forget the miserable past, Yu Fei changed the name of the lotus flower to Haizhi. Why, today, do we have to sprinkle a handful of salt flowers on that innocent and pure heart, inadvertently and cruelly? She glanced at Wu Feng with hatred and saw the sad and deep gaze. She didn't understand what had happened to the spinning world, Wu Feng was no longer the Wu Feng she used to be, and their feelings were not as stable as she thought. Yu Fei turned her gaze to haizhi in her arms: haizhi is strong, she wants to go to college, she wants to come back to teach, and pave a path to knowledge and prosperity for her hometown. It was forgotten by the colorful world because of its poverty, and people were as far away as they were from the plague. The people here have backbones and cannot rely on heaven and earth and others to rely on themselves. Can she stifle children's fantasies of innocence and beauty? Does she also want to chase fame and fortune like an ant and evade responsibility?
10
The air seemed to freeze, no one spoke, looking at Yu Fei and Haizhi who were snuggled up, Wu Feng's heart was beating wildly. He didn't know what he had said today, he just felt that his mind was blank, and he had many things to say, but he didn't say a word. Only one thing he understood was that the feelings that had been entangled in each other's hearts for many years had fallen off Yu Fei's heart, and Qian Qian was knotted in his own heart: he had lost Fei'er! Blood rushed wildly, and he clutched his fingers tightly, his knuckles rattling, as if they were about to crack in an instant.
He trembled and dropped his last words: "Go, we are ready to get married; don't go, and from now on we will be separated." As soon as the words fell, Wu Feng burst into tears and snatched the door into the vast snow and fog.
Yu Fei was stunned, and Wu Feng's words stabbed deeply into his heart. What is this? Does the path of life make her make a second choice? Before developing a relationship with Wu Feng, she had not been entangled in the emotional world, and she may have been too romantic, waiting for someone who really made her intoxicated. She did not have the haze of the flower season, the loss of the rainy season, she left the girl's incomparable true feelings to only one person, and as a result, she understood Wu Feng. She was proud, she was happy, she was even happier. Because during the school period, a teacher who was very good to her wanted to introduce her boyfriend, it was said that the person was very talented, was working hard in the political circles, the teacher asked her to consider, and said in a serious tone: "Okay, your distribution is certainly not a problem, the good days are still ahead; if not, it is difficult to say later." She never easily rejected others, but she refused the teacher's kindness. Perhaps, the teacher thinks that she is simple or even impetuous, but the life she fantasizes about is not the kind that the teacher said. Now, is it unfortunate that the teacher is right? If it was just to support herself at that time, then how did she feel after the arrival of "vicissitudes"? Wasn't Wu Feng the one she was waiting for? Take a step back, maybe the sea and the sky, so why should she wait until today?
Wu Feng ran out of the school and sat weakly in the snow. The field of vision is vast and endless. Where the snow fell, the place where the snow fell, the place where the snow could not fall, the black grunted, and the snow still could not cover the ravines and ravines of the mountains, as if the wounds in his heart were full. The snow fell on his head, on his collar, on his coat, and he became a snowman, his hands and feet frozen as if unconscious.
"Fei'er, Fei'er..." He called out to Yu Fei thousands of times in his heart, how he wanted Yu Fei to stand in front of him, then he would give up all plans, desperate, he wanted to be with Yu Fei. But the earth was still white, and he was utterly desperate.
He stood up, clenched his clenched fist aimlessly, and hoarsely said, "Phil—" With a majestic, poignant voice echoing in the empty mountain. He burst into tears and staggered away...
Haizhi suddenly woke up from his sobs, and tears surged forward: "Teacher Yu, let's stop Uncle!" The snow is too big, the mountain road is difficult to walk, Teacher Yu..."
Yu Fei did not react, she only felt weak, like a lost lamb, and like a wanderer wandering in the end of the world. Her thoughts returned to every day she spent with Wu Feng, she could no longer control it, and tears flowed silently.
"Teacher Yu, Teacher Yu." In case Uncle..." Haizhi shook Yu Fei vigorously, and Yu Fei slowly returned to her senses: She still has Haizhi, and she is not alone. She looked at the sea in disbelief, not understanding her words for a moment.
"Teacher Yu, the snow on the road is already very thick, the mountain road is difficult to walk, uncle he..." Yu Fei also suddenly woke up, she opened her eyes, pulled up the sea and ran outside.
The mountain had long since returned to calm, leaving only a series of crooked shallow footprints stretching out into the distance, which was also being filled in little by little by the heavy snow.
The snow pounced on them, the wind roared, and Yu Fei wrapped her arms around Haizhi's shoulders, pinned a strand of hair in front of her forehead behind her ear, and gasped for breath. Haizhi folded his hands and shouted loudly: "Uncle Wu ----" Only the echo in the mountains is floating...
The sound of the mountain wind on a snowy night is still there. The snow was foggy and covered the sky, and the snowflakes flew and jumped, and pounced on the mountain village and whispered. Yu Fei tried to retract his thoughts, and the unfolded diary was already dappled with tears, and Yu Fei only wrote one line:
Farewell, Wu Feng. Forgive your daughter, Mom and Dad...
11
It was a day when the wind and snow roared, and the community seemed to be stinging in a miserable white, with few figures. A small black car drove into the neighborhood and stopped under a unit building. An old lady got out of the car, and the old lady was supported by a sixty-year-old aunt. The old lady looked up at the window on the third floor and stood for a long time in the wind and snow. Another old lady mourned the snow in the third-floor window and stared at the stranger downstairs for a long time.
The downstairs finally aroused the curiosity and concern of the upstairs, and the upstairs called his son downstairs to invite. Downstairs, with trepidation and uneasiness, he carefully stepped into the once cordial unit building. Temptation, inquiry, rambling, surprise, on that stormy day, the story that had been lost for nearly half a century was revealed------
The two old women were chattering, tears flowing for a long time, and they couldn't wipe them dry.
The one upstairs said, "Old sister, it's all me, I've harmed you, I've done evil!" Heaven damned! It was only when I was pregnant that I survived to this day. Over the years, bitter old sister you! How have you lived? ”
The downstairs said: "Teaching children in the mountain village is also clean." Old, back in town. With my girlfriend taking care of it, well, fine. Is it him, okay now? ”
The upstairs one bowed his head: "That day the snow was deep and slippery, I didn't want to... Later, he was carried back and froze for more than two days and two nights. I found a rubbed letter in my body, the one that wanted to tell you the truth. After sorting through his belongings, I found three major diaries about you. Old sister, I'll take it for you. Old sister you..."
Downstairs can not speak earlier, the old tears flowed, a dizziness almost fell, was supported by the big mother who was also crying next to him, which stabilized God.
Upstairs, he opened a small wooden box and held out three diaries with faded plastic covers. Downstairs, he caught it deeply, clinging to his chest, looking dazed.
Big Mom looked up at the one upstairs. Surprised, he whispered, "Why didn't you tell my mother at that time?" ”
Downstairs wiped his eyes: "It's all a sin!" At that time, his mother was devastated, emotional, and shouted all day long, 'Kill the goblin, kill the goblin', and no one dared to tell you. I was also angry with your mother and didn't want to tell you at all. Later, his mother was a little insane, and my family urged me to have a fetus and cut off contact with his family. I didn't want to beat up the child, and then, hey, then the family broke off relations with me, and I took care of his mother. I'm in the month, hey, don't mention it. When the child was ten years old, his mother was gone. I've lived with my children for the rest of my life. Fortunately, the child has started a family, and everything is over. ”
Big Mom couldn't cry when she listened. Downstairs, however, seemed to wake up, and one hand tightly grasped the hand upstairs, shook it vigorously, and raised his chin to signal to the door to leave. The upstairs ones kept repeatedly, and the downstairs ones just waddled out the door and went downstairs.
The upstairs and son were busy sending them downstairs, and the downstairs one was helped into the black car by the big mother, still holding the three diaries in her arms, waving her hands upstairs. Tearful farewell upstairs, watching the car disappear into the snowy world... (End)