The dream life of the top danjiao
◎ Wang Lin
The tearful people perform the tearful play, and the broken intestines sing the broken intestines
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The second aunt is a singer. My mom said she had lived her whole life in her own drama.
To me, the story of the second aunt is like a deep well, and I have not yet been able to figure out her bottomless mystery. No one in the family usually talks about the second aunt's life. There are still three uncles in the previous generation who are still alive, but they are all in the field, and they can't get a single message every year. In front of me, only my mother knew the old things of the second aunt. Originally, there were only two rare girls in the previous generation, my mother and the second aunt, but there was a strange feeling, and the sisters and children secretly knotted an incomprehensible festival, emotionally pimples, covered with a layer of frost-like diaphragm. For as long as I can remember, I don't remember the two of them moving around each other. Only on the first day of the first lunar month, our younger generations will come to the door together to pay homage to the strange second aunt, which is barely maintaining a family's unknown superficial form, which is mostly a symbolic meaning for outsiders to see.
The second aunt lived alone and lived in a small two-story building. The old-style villa room is low, but the hall space is relatively open. The most dazzling place, when facing the wall of the door face, hangs a square mahogany mirror frame, inlaid with a black and white costume beauty photo, separated by crystal clear glass, you can see the second aunt's eyes looking forward to the brilliance, a kind of lifelike charm that cannot be hidden. At that time, I thought to myself, this is my second aunt? It is difficult for people to fit in with the old-looking woman before them. However, if you look closely, you will find that her inner rhyme belongs to the kind of woman who tolerates the years, and from the fading appearance, you will still feel a delicate texture. The second aunt spoke softly and exquisitely, and the spitting sound and biting the words were right and moist, more or less containing the taste of drama and whiteness. When she got up, she walked in a full posture, her steps were leisurely, and she raised her hands and feet, making people feel as if they were the long water sleeves on the stage. When they saw the children coming to the door, they first rewarded them with candy, and then sat there without any more words. At this moment, the second aunt's expression is incomprehensible, perhaps between adults and children, there is not much to say. The juniors did enough thoughtful etiquette and awkwardly resigned and went out. Out of the door, the second aunt's voice and smile still remained in her heart, but it was a different kind of distant scenery. In recent years, the mother and the second aunt still do not move around each other on the surface, but after all, the dilution of the years has diluted some of the emotional grievances of the big family. Occasionally, I would be curious to mention the matter of the second aunt, the mother boss was reluctant, but every three to five will reveal some unknown inside information. She told me: "Your second aunt was originally a famous dramatist, but because she fell into the family of a "heavy ingredient", she was in the current situation. "I still don't understand, why is that, it's like this? My mother said that since the second aunt got married, your grandfather was a fierce person who chewed steel and chewed iron, and he refused to recognize her as a girlfriend until his death. "Listening to it, I feel even more that there must be other hidden feelings in this baggage that cannot be easily revealed."
The old Zhifu wharf, the sea transport is developed, the mast is like a forest, the merchants are gathered, and the flow of people is like a shuttle. The foreign companies and theaters in the city are lined up one after another, singing all night, and the lights are red and green, which is a bustling scene. The small town has famous characters from the Peking Opera circle running the dock all year round. Shang Xiaoyun and Zhang Junqiu's generation of famous celebrities once took turns to perform in small towns for regular performances. The wind of Peking Opera has been passed down from generation to generation, and there are more ticket holders in the city than the waves in the sea, and the lively wave is uneven and rising. When it comes to his grandfather's life, he is famous for his obsession with Peking Opera singing, and he often rides his second aunt around his neck on weekdays and goes to the Dangui Theater to listen to the play. There was a drama master named "White Jade Frost" who came and went, and he looked at the clever and well-behaved second aunt. This "white jade cream" is not the white jade cream that sang "Falling Son", but she was also quite famous in the Peking Opera performing arts industry at that time. People who studied drama in the old days, as long as you stepped into the master's door, even if you sold it to others. The second aunt made a note with 25 oceans, and the contract said "The Mantis of the Borer", and her value fell to the name of the female artist. How much enlightenment and drama have been adjusted, how much yellow lotus bitterness has been eaten, and how few people know the taste of it? As the saying goes: "The drama that comes out, the horns that cry." At that time, the seventeen-year-old second aunt was played with "Drunkenness", a four-flat slow board from "the beginning of the island ice wheel" to "Nu Ben Chang'e left the Moon Palace" sang a straight work order, probably because of her young age, the scene of the scene was endless. An old man who listened to the drama with his grandfather commented: "If this film is not popular in the future, I will cut out my eyeballs as a bubble to step on." ”
The second aunt's card face is good, the person looks like a water spirit, the voice is also open, and as soon as she takes the stage, she touches a "full hall of color". Subsequently, the whole Jiaodong was sung red, and the next time the play was opened, it was always hung with bright top brand green clothes. Unexpectedly, fame did not bring blessings, and with it, misfortunes continued. At that time, the families of officials and eunuchs and rich families made people come to the door to make posts, and invited the second aunt to sing in the church, accompany the playing of cards, accompany the drinking, and fill the door day by day, night and night. If you refuse, he will scold wildly: "Stinky joke, give you a face, but don't have a face, walk and see!" "After that, the drama was booed, the water was cut off, the electricity was cut, the backstage was made, and the obscene things that smashed the garden often occurred. There was no way but to listen to the advice of others, and the second aunt took the road of marrying someone, and the contradiction between her and the family was born. Moreover, she never stepped into the threshold of her own family for half a step in her life.
There is a well-known century-old tea house in Zhifu City, the youngest young master in the tea house treasurer's family, the second aunt to rely on her life, issued a sea oath not to marry him. Who put this "red line" on, no one knows the details. Grandpa was also a very stubborn person, who vigorously opposed it from beginning to end, and threatened to cut off the name of father and daughter. It is said that the second aunt's wedding was still held on schedule, and the guests were feasted in the "Penglaichun" restaurant, and the scene was needless to say very lively, which caused a sensation in the whole town. Grandpa was so angry that he vomited blood, and since then he has been seriously ill and collapsed, and he passed away three years later. Listening to my mother, during this period, he always thought about this matter, that is, he made a big liver fire and blindly scolded: "Oh, I have raised this evil son, is it that heaven is going to destroy me?" "A lot of things happened later. Grandpa had long been lying quietly under the Nine Springs, no longer able to hear the noise of the world, and no longer see the wind and clouds. In reality, it is the uncle and the mother who are directly implicated, and no one in the family is spared, and they have to accompany the second aunt to endure the burden of humiliation. Of course, this has formed an inexplicable grudge between brothers and sisters, which is also a situation that future generations can understand.
The second aunt was very lonely and desolate in her later years, she suffered from cervical cancer, the tumor cells metastasized to the lungs and liver, and lived in the tumor ward of our hospital, emaciated and almost lost its human form, leaving only a shell. Often, I talked to her, hoping to alleviate her unbearable pain with the affection that could not be given up. On her deathbed, she suddenly showed signs of returning to the light, and people seemed particularly energetic, and were willing to confide in me their hearts: "Second aunt, I don't regret it in this life." I believe he is righteous to me. "Listening to these words, I became more and more confused. Because, I didn't experience that era, and everything that happened in that era. The second aunt smiled and said, "The children's family will not understand, your grandfather does not understand, your mother does not understand, your uncles do not understand, of course, the outsiders around them do not understand." She took a big breath, paused for a while, and spoke for a while: "Everyone scolded me for being mean and accused me of a tragic life." Because they don't understand a woman's heart at all. Listening, I thought to myself, isn't this a tragedy? At this time, it was clear that the second aunt would show a peaceful smile. People are in such a situation, can they still laugh? For this reason, I cannot help but say that my second aunt is a strange and puzzling woman. People have become terminal cancer patients, but on her emaciated cheeks, there is still a faint hint of shyness, extremely sunken eyes, still eyebrows. A person with a sentient heart, she will preserve something human for eternity, which is above everything, invisible spiritual support.
The second aunt is finally leaving, I feel strange in my heart, and the memory she still has in her coma is beyond the usual clarity! He described the wedding scene to me intermittently, and kept saying, "That's really magnificent... A woman lives a lifetime, and once she suffers alone, there is nothing to regret. Supposedly, the bride's feet must not be stained with dirt, and since she got off the palanquin, she has been stepping on the red carpet, walking and walking, and entering the new house..." I stood by, listened and listened, and shed tears and turned my head to wipe them away. Second aunt, in a dream you walked into your new house, but in a dream, you are going to walk into the grave you have built for yourself. Can a woman's short life process actually deduce such an illusory dream? A few days later, the second aunt was really like a "big throwing cavity" in Peking Opera, and after a sound, there was no aftersound.
A few years after the death of the second aunt, some people on the island traveled from other countries to the small town. I don't know how many twists and turns I found my mother's house and told me that the man had married another woman on the island and had children and grandchildren. Now he is also dead, but before he died, he had asked this person to ask him to return to his homeland with some dollars, which was compensation for his uneasiness in conscience. A pile of rotten paper for a man sent a woman who had exhausted the oil of life and was waiting night and night?
My mother's face suddenly changed dramatically, and she suddenly dropped the bowl in her hand: "In her life, will she exchange this money for it?" ”
The woman inside and outside the play, like a dream of infatuation, let people say what is good? Don't say it. If the second aunt of Hades could know, how would she think about this absurd end of life? Therefore, my heart is glad for the second aunt, she is in the day of not knowing the inside story, doing a dream that will never fade. This is better, this incredible woman in heaven can always be drunk in the rose-colored dreams she has created for herself...
Postscript: Many years after the death of my second aunt, once I accidentally read a poem written by Taiwanese female writer Xi Murong, "In other people's stories, I shed my own tears", which could not help but evoke a sad memory. Although the poem is only a few lines, it makes me cry when I read it.
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About the Author
Wang Lin, a native of Yantai, graduated from the Department of Chinese of Ludong University. He is a member of Yantai Prose Literature Society. He once served as the president of Yantai Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the director of the central blood station, and the deputy secretary of the party committee of the Municipal Center for Disease Control and Prevention. Passionate about literature and art, immersed in the study of Chinese ink figure painting creation, over the years the pen has not been embellished, adhere to the integration of literature and art creation, eclectic, a number of essays and novels at the national, provincial, municipal levels of literary competitions won awards, and published works in many domestic magazines. Many portraits of people have been collected by relevant units and individuals. He has held two personal ink figure painting exhibitions.
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