Text/Shi Qinghua
As soon as class got out, I hurried to the town hospital and called my cousin in the empty space of the hospital.
I was about to see each other again, and I was like a young man: excitement, nervousness, and curiosity came to my heart.
"Hey, are you Lamei?" "Yes, you're a Tsinghua brother." "Yes, where are you?" "I'm in the hospital yard, where are you?" "I'm in the yard." Looking up, not far away, a plainly dressed woman was holding her mobile phone to her ear with one hand, while turning her head to look at it in many ways.
I hurried over and looked closely: a light black suit, a pair of soft-soled plastic shoes, and some dirt marks on the trouser tubes and shoes. Some white hair squeezed between the short black hairs to say goodbye. Some curved spines seem to carry the years tenaciously. She had put away her phone and turned around just as she met her four eyes. Fifty years old is not old now, but the sun and moon seem to have run on her face for ten more years, and have made many crisscrossing marks, and between these marks, the original shadow can still be found. His eyes looked at each other for a long time, but they didn't move away like a hot love, searching each other for the past, stringing together the clues, and making sure that they were right. I stared at her and asked, "Are you Lamei?" "Yes, you are a Tsinghua brother?" yes. Suddenly, I invariably stretched out my hands and held them tightly, maybe my eyes were a little moist. Thirty-six years, what a long time.
Lamei, the sister of my aunt and my old father and sister, has been separated for thirty-six years.
After the college entrance examination resumed, I was lucky enough to take a secondary school. In the era of "commodity grain", this is the dream of countless rural young people to "jump the farm door". On the crowded canoe bridge, God helped me to pass smoothly with a force, and the happy and proud momentum was tantamount to Fan Jinzhong's move.
After doing the "double robbery", washing off the muddy mud on both legs, and a friend went to the Songdong River, which is less than a kilometer away from home, to see the rising river. When the river rises, people who live a little farther away from the levee often go to see the river, and if the rise is fierce, they can find a way out early. I probably have this idea, by the way, let the tense nerves, tired body relax and relax. When I was about to go up the embankment after walking through the narrow field, the crisp cry of "brother, brother" suddenly came from behind me. I looked back, but I saw a round face with white and red under a white straw hat, and the thick eyebrows set off the watery eyes shining with inspiration. A girl of seventeen or eighteen stood under a low tree next to the thatched hut on the edge of the field and watched us both scream, giving a feeling of both kindness and sweetness. Who is this little girl? Which one to shout? Not me anyway. Bump into a friend who is walking in front of him and whisper to him, "Someone is calling you." "I don't know, not calling me."
Lamei, my aunt's girl. Only then did I suddenly realize. She was no longer the chubby little round face of the hour, and the two pigtails of horns dangling on her head. Looking back, I was gone. Maybe my cousin was a little angry: I really don't have the guts, and now that I don't have the class struggle, I don't even dare to say yes.
I vaguely remember that after watching the movie "Jiao Yulu" in the town, I still vaguely remembered that after watching the movie "Jiao Yulu" in the town, I sat on the shoulder of my father, and when I passed my aunt's house for a short rest on the way home, I shook my yellow haired head like a duck in front of the thatched house, that is, the child of my aunt and her step-husband was called Lamei. My aunt pulled her in front of me and said softly, "Shout brother." "Brother." Tender, crisp and innocent.
The aunt's landlord ex-husband was shot, and the aunt, who wore the hat of the criminal's family, was supervised and reformed along with her post-husband, who had no relationship with the criminal. As the class struggle became more complex and more intense, I was a descendant of the poor peasants, the "puppies" of the landlords, who seemed to live in two different worlds. Although they are close to each other's production teams, they are separated only by fields during labor, but they must stand firm and draw a clear line, even if they look at each other, they dare not speak, let alone recognize relatives. In the years that followed, there seemed to be no contact. During the festival, I also wanted to see my aunt and aunt, but my parents said that they did not dare to go for fear of any impact. Amiable aunts, uncles, lively and lovely cousins, as if erased from this world. The concern and longing for each other may be more tragic than the parting of life and death.
Ben wanted to go to her house and say sorry, but his heart palpitated. Although I don't talk about "drawing a clear line", it is not clear what the situation is that the frog who has lived in the secluded wilderness for a long time is like a frog at the bottom of the well. It took a while to get a "commodity grain", in case someone sued for "drawing a clear line" and failed, wouldn't it be a waste of previous achievements? Anyway, come to Japan for a long time, let's talk about it later. Therefore, when filling out social relations, I did not dare to write aunts and uncles. According to experienced people, having an uncle who was shot was dangerous during a political trial.
Alas, in the face of reality, people's ruthlessness may be out of helplessness, but it does reach the point where the six relatives do not recognize it.
After joining the work, you have to work hard, constantly learn and improve, and try to change the inferior situation. There are also families, children, parents, etc., so that there is no time to take care of him. Although the shadow haunted her all the time, and she wanted to visit the door, it all turned into clouds of smoke, leaving only long-term thoughts.
A few days ago, relatives got together and learned her number: "Hey, are you Lamei?" "Yes." A voice that had been through the vicissitudes asked doubtfully, "Which one are you?" "I am Shi Qinghua, your cousin. Thirty-six years ago during the summer vacation, you followed the man who called out to your brother. "Oh, I see."
Beautiful cousin, also ill-fated. In that particular year, the descendants of the revolution, perhaps taking a fancy to her beauty, gave birth to a child, and her husband had a new love. After that, there were several husbands, all of whom went to things for unclear and unclear reasons. In the end, only to live in the dark room, only shadow alone, with a disabled child to live with, really a little red face and thin life, do not understand how people's destiny controllers get it.
After her grandson reported to the hospital, he called me and finally met, which was really emotional.
The ancients "have unseen people, thirty-six years", always thinking about it, often concerned, not personally experienced, can not experience.
People often take the "six six big shun" as auspicious, but at the auspicious time, they can say goodbye and have no regrets.
(February 25, 2017)
【About the author】Shi Qinghua (male), a teacher at Xiangqun Middle School in Gong'an County. Born from a humble background, I had the privilege of growing up, but the years were staggering, and I achieved nothing, so I had to work diligently and be a down-to-earth person. No ambition, socializing with civilians, sour, sweet and bitter, clutching sorrow and joy, penetrating into the heart. However, I hope that he will awaken and strive to be self-motivated. Seek your own welfare and be loyal to your country. Talk about civilian affairs and share human feelings.
One point number mantra of chastity