Text | Wang Peijing
In the early 1980s, in the spring of the second year after I graduated from high school, my uncle wrote a letter asking me to take a week's worth of dry food and take the quilt and their team of stonemasons to work in qianyanghe Village. Most of the stonemasons in the team are people from my uncle's village, there are also a few from Dongyu North Cliff, the older ones are master stonemasons, responsible for important links such as building walls, and I carry and pull stones with a few young people. It was to build a house for a family, and when they did not lift the stones, they would pick up stones to fill the gaps in the stone walls, and although they were very tired at the end of the day, they still had a little excitement in their hearts. Because this is a relatively wealthy village with watered land.
Every day, the host family warms up their own dry food, tube porridge and pickles. Sometimes it is also entertained, and when the foreman works on this day, he will say, "Work today is all sharp, and I will refuel you in the evening." The host family will get more than a dozen dishes, but it is relatively single, such as potato shredded stir-fry is a dish, sliced stir-fry is another dish, cold cucumber with a few pieces of cooked meat slices is also a dish. The host family is also not easy, generally have to prepare several days in advance. Halfway through the drink, a few lovers would suggest guessing matchsticks or grabbing playing cards, or two people freely combining to guess punches and press their fingers. Sometimes a meal will be eaten for several hours, and there is no delay in the evening anyway. A dozen of us lived in two rooms and slept in chase bunks.
After building the house for that family, we shifted our position to Duzhuang. The family's family is better off, the hostess's husband is a worker in the county town, the eldest son is a private teacher in a foreign village, and the family has two thirteen or fourteen-year-old daughters. Occasionally, we were given a dish on the dinner table, and the dishes during the reception were also raised by a notch compared to the Yanghe family, and the wine was changed into bottles of wine (packaged wine). The new house they want to build is at the west end of the power station rolling dam, the task of a few of us young people is to go to the southwest mountain root more than ten miles away from the village to pull stones, to go all the way uphill, pulling an empty car is very difficult, down the hill to two people, one person carrying a pole down to put the car, along the way such a steep slope to have more than a dozen, a little careless, the car can not resist, it will be killed.
I was in a car with a big brother surnamed Yu. He was seven or eight years older than me, had been to the northeast, was tall, had a humble look, and gave me a lot of care on weekdays. I remember that at that time, the countryside was planting sweet potatoes, and there were many people who pulled water and carried water on the road, and twice there was almost an accident. Once was in the mountain root just put the first slope, the front of the car a stone rolled down from the middle of the two handlebars, the same car of the person flashed away, I carried the car alone rushed down, fortunately there is a flat road down the slope, if the slope is connected to the slope, I can not hide under the car. The car stopped, and I collapsed on the ground, in a cold sweat. The man who was driving with him came up and apologized. Another time, it was to pull the stone to the entrance of the primary school in the village, and a large rock in the back rolled down, and as the car lost its balance, I fell to the ground with the handlebars, and the car rushed forward a few meters and stopped, and the large stone that rolled down in front of me was only as far as a matchbox on my heel. We have to run back and forth eight times a day on this one-way slope of more than ten miles. Every afternoon, as soon as we pulled the car out of the village, the footsteps became heavy, and the eyelids did not fight, so we consulted with the two people in the other car, and everyone stopped and rested for a while. We put the car aside, lay down and stretched out in the shade of the trees, and in a few moments we fell asleep. On the last trip every day, the sky is full of stars.
Sometimes I had to walk home to get dry food at night, and at that time I was a little afraid to walk alone at night, and I always gave myself courage on the road. When I got home and knocked on the door, the family was already asleep, and my mother was busy making me noodles to eat. In the morning, I had to go on the road before it was too dark, because I had to rush back before dawn, so it was always my father who carried a dry food bag to send me, and in the pre-dawn darkness, my father walked in front with a dry food bag one foot deep and one foot shallow, and I silently followed behind. After waiting for Zhang Haicun, the sky was a little bright, and I said, Dad, you go back, I dare to go myself. Father always said, go forward again, and I will come back when the day is a little brighter.
One night when I came back from pulling stones, I heard that there was a storyteller in the south of the village, we went after dinner, a man in his forties sang while pulling erhu, he sang about things between young men and women, we all listened to it very much, the tone he pulled and the voice he sang were a little sad, and later I learned that the tune was a Shandong qinshu. It was past twelve o'clock when we left, and we hurried back, thinking that we would have to get up early tomorrow to work, but after lying down, a few of us young people were baking cakes one by one in bed, and we couldn't sleep.
Those years that are a little sour, but have deep memories of youth!
Wang Peijing is a member of the China Writers Association and the president of the Beijing Short Fiction Salon. In 2009, "Who Doesn't Want to Be a Flying Bird" won the Bingxin Book Award, in 2012 the essay "Parents' Heart" won the Fifth National Bingxin Prose Award, in 2015 won the 7th Golden Sparrow Award, and from 2006 to 2011, he won the first prize of the fourth annual Chinese miniature novel. His works have won more than 100 awards inside and outside the military. He has been awarded the titles of "New 36 Constellations of Contemporary Small Fiction" and "Contemporary Hundred Houses". More than 100 works have been selected by newspapers and periodicals such as "Selected Novels", "Readers", "Writers' Digest", "Youth Expo", "Reading for Middle School Students", "Selected Small Novels" and so on. More than 100 works have been selected into "100 Readers' Favorite Essays", "Military Prose Annual Selection", "Chinese New Literature Department Miniature Novel Volume", "World Chinese Miniature Novel Selection" (Chinese and English comparison), "My Favorite Chinese Prose 100", "Chinese Small Novel Reader", "Chinese Miniature Novel Reader" and other anthologies. He has published more than 100 works in foreign newspapers and periodicals such as "Australian Rainbow Parrot", "International Daily", "Qiandao Daily", "Good News", "Northern Jiangsu Daily", "World Daily" and so on. His works have been translated into English, Japanese and other foreign languages. His works "I Have a House", "The Magic of Long Kisses", "Military Salute", "Female Soldiers Outside the Staff", etc. were selected as examination papers or high school mock examination questions of more than 100 middle and high schools in Anhui, Guangdong, Jiangxi, Zhejiang, Jiangsu, Shandong, Hebei and so on. He is the chief editor and co-editor of more than 200 anthologies of literary works, such as "2005 Annual Selection of Chinese Military Short Stories", "Selected Works of Winning Writers of the Famous Artists and Bingxin Award" (30 books), "Classic Anthologies of Lu Xun Literature Award-winning Writers" (15 books), etc. He has published 21 works, such as "How Can I Not Miss You", "Selected Miniature Novels of Wang Peijing", "Military Soul", "Call Him a Brother for Me", "Looking for a Hero", "Female Soldier From Outside the Compilation", "Who Doesn't Want to Be a Flying Bird", "A Pair of Leather Shoes Running Away from Home", "Time Fished from the Bottom of My Heart" and so on.
[Editor and production: Slippery, real name Liu Jian, senior teacher, founder of Huanpai Literature. On the title page of his book "Slippery", it is impressively written: "Humble is fine, fine is humble." / The one who is humbled is dying, / The spirit is coming to an end because of the essence. / Life is different, / People die together. / Alive, once for a chicken feather red face, / can sacrifice oneself for a girl to forget death; / Dead, not proud of the city full of thousands of beautiful women, / not depressed with dogs for the company of sheep as wives. 】
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