My neighbor Fugui

The endless noise and the noise of mahjong are the only memories of my childhood left by the neighbor Fugui's family, and the rest, perhaps not worth laying out, may have been washed away by the patience of the years.

Fugui is fifty years old, like his father, slender and long, like a "hedge sunflower pole". There are five brothers and sisters, the third in line, one brother and one sister and two younger sisters, and the parents are honest farmers. Mahjong is good for everyone. For as long as I can remember, Fugui and his parents and married brother's family have been in a compound, separated from my family by a wall, and the noise and mahjong sounds are naturally "sounded in the ears". I remember once, when the family quarreled until death came to life, the neighbors came to persuade them, and Fugui indignantly said, "If you don't die today, one or two people will not be able to get by!" Mahjong is sitting cross-legged around a small square table in winter, completely ignoring the muddy air inside the house. In the summer, under the trees in the yard, people watching around the table when they are lively also have to have a reinforced row. Men, women and children came, three teachings and nine streams. The stakes slowly rose from one dime and two cents at the beginning to two cents and fifty cents, one piece and two pieces. However, Fugui's brother does not play cards and is very diligent. Later, I started a new house outside, and I worked for several years in the salt pond of the neighboring city far from home, mostly using a scooter to pull salt, and I heard that I was tired and bloody. And Fugui is addicted to gambling, delicious and lazy, the same father and mother, so different.

The previous insignificance is from the big wedding of Fugui. I was about eight or nine years old at the time, and I didn't have a clear idea of many things. Looking back now, in the 1980s, the gap between the rich and the poor was not large, and the weddings in the countryside were simple and lively, far from the present, and they were riveted enough to compare. But Fugui's marriage gave the viewer an undisguised sense of pride, even though I was a child at the time. In the era when there was no money left for food and clothing, and the family still used two or eight black donkeys, the Fugui family invited the "gong and drum drama class". And because of the large number of people in their family, they did not eat less sorghum steamed buns. At that time, television was still scarce, and the neighbors rushed to see the gong and drum drama, vaguely remembering that I stood on the roof and there were many spectators. After the drama class performance, I rested at my house, it should be the night of the big wedding, I came home and was smoked and couldn't open my eyes, because too many people smoked too much. The firecrackers set off at the wedding broke the village record. His nephew, who was born young in the same year, proudly showed off to others: "My father bought twenty-eight dollars of firecrackers and picked a load!" Twenty-eight pieces are probably not even a plate of firecrackers now, which was really shocking at the time. Now that I think back to the smoke of firecrackers at the wedding, all I can think of is the black smoke when the B52, a heavy bomber, took off.

As if the gifts of fate are secretly marked with a price tag, a crazy wedding does not necessarily mean a long-term happiness of marriage. Only a few days after the marriage, the neighborhood was rumored, and on the second day of the big wedding, the people of the Fugui family said to each other, don't let the girls and babies go back. The new daughter-in-law's meal was also blinded by her family. I don't remember how long the marriage lasted, in short, not long. I just remember that time when my new daughter-in-law came to my house to watch TV. In the end, the new daughter-in-law was blasted out of the house as if she had been divorced. To this day, I still don't understand where his family's confidence comes from.

It should be very cool to divorce a wife, and there is no bride price at that time, and there will not be much dispute. After that, it is another matter, it is not a specific number of years, but Fugui's single has always been single for many years. When I started a family for the second time, I should have almost reached adulthood! Married a divorced woman from a neighboring village who had been a teacher but later had a mental condition. Compared to the "luxury" of the first wedding, this time it is completely low-key. Later, he gave birth to a son, whose intelligence was low, and he still sucked two fingers in his teens, so naturally he was blinded by the villagers. I don't know if Fugui at this time recalled his first wife. The poor child worked in a flour mill in a neighboring village for some time as an adult, and heard that the bedding was soaked with urine, and both hands were frozen.

Previously, Fugui learned to kill pigs, and pig slaughter had not yet been standardized. A cauldron was set up in the courtyard, bleeding, hair shedding, and opening the stomach. My little ones and I didn't go to see the hilarity. To kill pigs, you must first go to the pig farmer's house to collect pigs, start riding bicycles, and start a small business. Later, the agricultural three-wheeled to the countryside, you can pull a cart of pigs, the cost is of course much larger. Foot on the accelerator, carry a huge amount of money, and then smoke a cigarette on the mouth, from him not fluttering ~ ~ I obviously came to collect pigs, but the tricycle turned to the casino by itself. This casino is not a "simple and pleasant feeling" between neighbors, but a "Yamato (Nianhu) zi", many professional gambling sticks. Once, the pig collection partner who entered the casino with Fugui was touched by 800 by himself and fainted on the spot. Losing to the bottom is commonplace. If she loses no capital, her mother can only go out and borrow again, and even have usurious loans, and of course, noise is inevitable. Kill the pigs, send them to the cold storage in the city overnight, and even after the delivery of the profits, it is inevitable to beat a tooth sacrifice. Full of wine and food, go to the red light district to open a meat, dashing back, it is not happy. This has made many pig-killing masters who were originally honest and honest also learn this "craft" together. Pig killing continued for some years until it was outlawed by the norm.

The second wife was somewhat abused and slightly abused. Because of his mental condition, although he stayed for some years, he could not last too long. Finally divorced.

At the end of the film "York's Cobia", York returned home after the battle, and because of his great achievements, the local government built a beautiful big house for him. York sighed: Jesus and his old man's actions are really unpredictable! I can't imagine that Fugui also has a day when Ji Tai will come. Before another neighbor was imprisoned for kidnapping and selling his ex-wife's son, fugui wrote a letter to Fugui to tell about his sorrows in prison, and Fugui saw tears falling like rain. I have sent him cotton clothes and other items, which can be called charcoal in the snow. Later, after completing his sentence, he was released from prison, often giving thousands of thousands, and finally simply giving more than 100,000 at a time. Fugui used these more than 100,000 yuan to build a compound. The devil sent God, and this compound is still next door to my new courtyard. Of course, there are also subjective factors. Neighbors raise more chickens and pigs, because the shape is not too large, chicken manure pig manure is a big problem. Chicken and pig manure is dumped in the abandoned wheat field, just to the west of my house, and the summer is smelly and the flies are flying in the sky. Therefore, the mother was kind and selfish, and took the initiative to give Fugui a few thousand yuan to lay the foundation. On the day of the new house capping, the guests of the feast, Fugui boasted to people: "What is the new house?" What's the effort? "The new house was completed, Fugui was a little fluttery again, there was nothing to open the door, crossed his hands, looking at the new house, the momentum was like the newly enthroned emperor coming to the world, pointing out the country. Carrying a stack of large bills in his pocket, he also deliberately revealed half of it. My neighbor on the east side of my house bought a mahjong machine, opened a card hall, and Fugui soaked there all day long. If you win and buy something to eat, if you lose, you will be hungry, and you will inevitably fall into stomach disease. Later, the neighbors sold black colors again, and Fugui was even more out of control, always complaining that there was no capital, in fact, no matter how much money the bottomless pit was filled, he was not satisfied. In the meantime, although Fugui has been single, there are still "bunting flags fluttering" outside. Fugui will work masons, such as a pigsty, a cement in the yard, an asbestos tile on the roof or something. One is to have income, and the other is to reach a certain "tacit understanding" with some customers, less to pay or no wages, two wishes, each to get what it wants, but also happy. After starting a new house, Fugui often chanted to marry his son. But it is tantamount to a fool's dream, too many leftover men can't be ranked, and the wheel can't be turned!

Shortly after moving to a new house, his father died of illness. At the time of the burial, the cadres of the village committee came and sent a wreath, which was a special honor and the end of a lifetime of party members. Later, Fugui's aunt was unattended due to her old age, Fugui took her to the house, and her aunt could not get out of bed, and Fugui justifiably spent her aunt's low security in the name of filial piety. Soon the government wanted to carry out an "image project", planning to pay his aunt about 30,000 yuan in one lump sum, and also went on television. However, The heavens were not beautiful, and before the money arrived, my aunt passed up, as if she deliberately did not let Fugui get the money.

Although the new house cannot marry his son, it does not prevent Fugui from "opening up three times", and he has become a family again. The third wife has tens of thousands of savings in her hands, and Fugui has started a small calculation, always wanting to be dashing in her hands, and often chickens and dogs jump at home. I was bedridden in 18 years due to my mother's lumbar spine surgery, and I rushed home in June, which coincided with my 40th birthday. The family finishes eating, cuts the cake, and leaves two pieces. When Fugui and his wife came to borrow an electric car, I invited Fugui and his wife to their home and handed them cakes. He said: "Our brothers are not at home, there are often parents in the family who have the strength to catch the trivial matters, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, thanks to the help of Brother Fugui, thank you very much!" Fugui and his wife finished eating the cake and left happily, and it seems that the relationship between the two is still good. His son worked in Beijing, and Fugui also wanted to spend his son's money, but his son simply took the initiative to "lose contact" and heard nothing for several years. Fugui searched several times without success, until his mother was seriously ill and remembered her grandson when she was dying, but finally she did not wait. His mother was worried that the new house would fall into the hands of Fugui's third wife. In fact, now the old and weak in the countryside are left behind, and the houses cannot enter the market due to property rights problems, and many of them are abandoned and have little value. Because there were many neighbors working in Beijing, his son finally got a message and came back. His son's ID card is lost, and he wants to do a good job and then go out to work, but Fugui wants his son to stay by his side so that he can spend more money. His son had a lot of food, some fuss, quarreled several times, Fugui's three wives still left, of course, Fugui also likes to be free and does not like to be managed. The tenderness of the father and son did not last long, and the sudden aggravation of the heart attack of his son did not change much, and the hospitalization did not change much. One day not long ago, I was still riding an electric car at noon, and I couldn't do it in the afternoon. Everyone said that the child was pitiful, and it was good to be gone.

The people around Fugui finally left him one by one, and no one took care of him anymore, no one argued with him anymore, and no one could let him play his own little calculation. His parents saw his back, his only son died early, and he was alone in the empty mansion, I wonder if he ever felt lonely? Late at night, lonely pillows are difficult to sleep, have you ever looked back on the dust and sighed? Have you ever felt resentment or even hatred for fate? Have you ever been unwilling to even ask the heavens, "Return me to this life"?

He is not a young master, and there are not many ancestral houses to let him gamble, which is the only difference between him and "Fugui"...

Searching for the Truth Xin Ugly Late Autumn Changsha