After the first time I arrived at Ah Ji's house, Ah Xiang went home. The bus shook for two days and two nights, gradually transitioning from plains to hills, and then the towering mountains and forests blocked in front of them like a wall.
She was lying by the car window, and couldn't help but think back to the scene where she and Ah Ji went to the sea to ride the waves. It turned out that the sea was like that, boundless, vast and boundless. Looking back out the car window, I suddenly felt that the mountain blocked myself was a little depressed.
She curled herself up and pulled up the blanket to cover herself completely. The two-day and two-night coach had sleepers, and she lay on it and began to think about Ah Ji's life.
The Aji family has six brothers, and he is the sixth in line, the youngest in the family. Because he was an old son, his mother was inevitably arrogant, and it was to raise him into an arrogant character who was not afraid of heaven; coupled with his many brothers, he only had his share of bullying others since childhood, and no one else bullied him.
He was intelligent since childhood, read books for several years, and had a good time to learn. When the pen fell, it was a poem, and the girls in the candy factory had paid attention to him, both overtly and covertly. The teenager was arrogant, and his belly was not full of straw, but a few inks were stored, which made him more unique.
Ah Xiang turned over, remembering the way he was waiting for her in front of the candy factory with the two-eight-bar bicycle. The workers noticed that they were booing, and her face was a little red. But thinking about what it looked like in his home, she turned over again and stared at the roof of the car with her eyes wide open...
He has four older brothers, three of whom are already married. Since his mother's departure, his sister-in-law has taken over the keys to the house and is responsible for the house's internal affairs. His sister-in-law was not easy to get along with, with an awl face and mouse eyes, and at first glance she looked shrewd. His sister-in-law said that day: "Before, it was because my brother was not married, so he did not separate the family, this time the little uncle is going to get married, so can we separate the family?" ”
Ah Ji's father sat at the Eight Immortals table smoking shisha. He was super disgusted with the little son because he was always disobedient to him. He hoped that his sons would cultivate the land well, but the younger son would like to learn to do business; he hoped that his sons would study well and be a person who could eat the imperial food; but he dropped out of school halfway through and lived like a street... They all blamed his mother for spoiling him.
I still remember the flood one year, and the straw of the city floated on the water. He went home and gathered his sons to the river to collect straw, thinking that when the sun was dry, it would be firewood and grass that could be cooked on the fire.
The third son obediently went. With a fork, the wet straw was inserted and stacked neatly on the shore, and the eldest son, the second son, took the flat burden and carried them home wet. The shoulders were all worn out, and the water-soaked straw weighed heavier than pig iron.
The youngest son, Ah Ji, walked to the river with a fork and hummed a song, lifted the fork high with one hand, and then poked it down heavily, and the long pole was picked, and the wet straw fell to the surface of the water again.
His third brother looked at him stunned.
He said in a loud voice, "Are all the grass and trees in the mountains dead?" To spend this kind of effort, it is better to have that strength than to carry a few more packs of cement. ”
Ah Ji's father saw this and was so angry that he wanted to press him into the water.
Ah Ji was thus more and more disgusted by his father. His brothers only thought he was rebellious and obedient and far away from him, and never confided in him.
Ah Xiang sighed on the couchette, and ate the last bite of the dustpan cook. She looked at the empty lunch box, where there was still a faint layer of oil, and the peanut crisp was still sinking at the bottom.
The dustpan cooker was bought for her by Ah Ji. He said that this is a specialty of Shuidong, grinding sticky rice into a pulp, and then superimposed on a small fire, such as the game of life, when there is nothing, over the years, layer by layer. We call it the thickness of life, but it's not, it's the scale of time.