When I was a child, in the village, the couple was the two people I was most curious about and most puzzled. However, at that time, although I had a hundred thousand whys in my heart, I did not dare to ask adults to answer

When I was a child, in the village, the couple was the two people I was most curious about and most puzzled.

However, at that time, even though I had a hundred thousand whys in my heart, I did not dare to ask adults for answers. Light, inexplicably scolded, more unlucky, have to be scraped with big ears.

Therefore, my curiosity and confusion about those two couples can only be silently understood as I grow older.

The couple was Chinese New Year's Eve years old, the woman was called Hua, and the man was called Gui. The beauty of the woman is like a flower swaying in the spring wind, with fair skin and a long body. The man had a frightening face.

At that time, his eyelids were turned outward, bloodshot and red. His mouth was crooked, drenched in saliva, and he could no longer speak clearly. His legs are bent, he walks on his toes, and his hands are curled and stretched out with five fingers. It can only be a half-clenched fist. (Some say he has hemp disease.) I don't know if it is. He wasn't quarantined anyway, and he didn't infect anyone. ）

It is said that Ah Gui was previously "assigned" to our village's H5 children (his parents are gone). He couldn't do farm work, and the village let him herd cattle. He and two buffalo lived in a cowshed in the village. The cowshed is surrounded by walls of reeds mixed with wheat grass crumbs mixed with mud, and the top of the straw cover. A simple door nailed to a few thin poplar boards. There was also no lock on the door.

When Ah Gui first arrived in the village, he was a white and tall and beautiful man. He would sit in front of the cowshed door and play the bamboo flute in the moonlight, and the insects in the grass around him would cry and chirp with him. He read many books, wrote beautiful little brush strokes, and wrote couplets to the villagers and the cowshed every year. The big and small children in the village, who could not read the pinyin alphabet and could not solve the math problems, all went to him for help. He also speaks English and memorizes Tang poems in English.

Ah Hua was the best looking girl in the village at that time. Despite the opposition of everyone in the family, she took matters into her own hands and married Ah Gui. After the two were married, they built a house next to the cowshed and covered it with reeds, wheat grass shavings, and straw. Eat and live in it.

The two have not had children since they got married. But still gracious and affectionate. Only gradually, Ah Gui's appearance changed a lot because of that illness. The average person looked disgusted, scared, and avoided him from afar. Only Ah Hua did not abandon him and always took good care of him. Give him a towel around his chin with water, give him a haircut, and try to clean him up as comfortably and refreshingly as possible.

When I was six or seven years old, I saw Ah Gui's appearance, ugly like Asimodo on the bell and drum tower. Ignorant children, often using stones and branches, slingshots, chased after him and hit him. And Avart is the beautiful Esmeralda.

Soon, in addition to herding cattle, Ah Gui also assigned him a job, that is, after planting rice and wheat seeds in the fields in the spring and autumn, ah Gui used his curled hands to constantly ring the gong around the ridge of the field to drive away the sparrows with hungry mouths.

I remember the side of the gong, dark yellow, small, the mouth of the bowl for drinking porridge was so big. The gong resembles a carrot with a piece of red silk tied to its head. Every day, Ah Gui held the gong to his chest and kept stomping on the field, constantly knocking - bells! Bells! Bells and bells... Knock until he dies.

His death did not cause much movement in the village. I still don't have a single impression of how he handled his affairs. People quickly forgot about him as well. Except for his wife Awah. She wore a year of filial piety for him, wearing her own white cloth shoes, white coarse cloth pants, and a homemade small white flower on her short shoulder-length hair.

Ah Hua, still living in their reed house, took over Ah Gui's job and herded cattle for the village. Sooner or later, I will plant my own land, grow vegetables, and make ends meet.

At that time, she was lonely and pitiful. Her mother's family was in the same village, and they all cut off contact with her, and no one paid any attention to her. She also rarely talks to others. Only on the "festival" that belongs to Ah Gui, carry a bamboo basket, contain two dishes that Ah Gui likes to eat, cover it with a clean apron, and bring some yellow paper yuanbao, to the Yang River embankment not far from home, to give Ah Gui a grave. She sat on her knees, wept a few times, and spoke in a low voice to burn paper money.

The villagers all thought that Ah Hua had died alone all his life. Later, I also left the village to go to the city to study and work, and temporarily forgot Aboutah.

One year, on Tomb Sweeping Day, I went home. Suddenly, a green jeep was parked at the entrance of the village, and a bunch of people stood next to the car, all chattering. I also walked over curiously. The villagers said enviously that this car was driven by Ah Hua's current husband, who accompanied her back to give Ah Gui a grave.

Some people say that this family is really good to Ah Hua! Ah Hua is really blessed. Found a post-official wife, but also so intimate with her...

Some people also said that it was the dead ghost Ah Gui who blessed her.

According to the villagers, there is a person in our village who was assigned to work in the district government after graduating from university in the early years. He also knew the story of Ah Hua and Ah Gui. Very sympathetic. Later, he happened to be his boss, and he had no wife at the age of fifty. He made Ah Hua the Old Man of the Moon. Unexpectedly, the boss fell in love with Ah Hua and took her away. Ah Hua has lived a good life ever since.

Later, Ah Hua's post-wife also left before her. Every year on the afternoon of the Qingming Festival, Ah Hua's stepsons drive Ah Hua back to his hometown and give Ah Gui a grave.

Ah Hua is a good person, she sows cause and effect, and her efforts are rewarded. Her wife's family is also a good person. Good people meet good people, And Ah Hua is a lucky and happy person!