This cup of wine in the hometown can only be warmed by the old people now
From the village mouth tavern
People in recent middle age, nostalgia suddenly roared in the mountains and forests, from time to time out to rob the house, scattered to grab some memories to the cottage, grinning put them into the wine pot, displayed them in the hall full of torches, do not drink, watch, look, stare, full of joy to take them as wealth, think about their own identity, lament, after all, people in the rivers and lakes can not help themselves, there is no possibility of returning to their hometown to show off.
Hometown is wine, you don't feel spicy when you live in it, and when you leave, a little heartache, until you become a passerby, you feel bitter.
When I usually go back to my hometown to visit my relatives, I have a question: many collapsed houses in the village, obviously unattended, but on the ruined courtyard wall, on the crumbling doors, and on the houses that can be pieced together by memory, there will always be a new Spring League or FuZi, in the cold of minus thirty or thirty degrees, the red and bright drive away the lonely cold, to find a touch of warmth to the village that is not very popular.
These houses, I took out the memory map of thirty years ago and could not sit in pairs one by one, only remember that several families have long been moved out of the whole, there are no relatives or friends in the village, broken bricks, and there is no need to entrust people to take care of it. Doubts to doubts, hurried to rush away from me, the car drove away from the village entrance, the doubts are not attractive, the people in the city still need to be maintained, anxious, curiosity is a bird.
A few years ago this year, my aunt, who was unwilling to leave my hometown to go to the county town and the second brother for the New Year, called me and asked me to collect some Spring League Fu characters that did not cost money to bring back, the more the merrier. Just right, the bank and other service industries have to send spring leagues to customers every year, to put it bluntly, a few pieces of worthless paper can not afford to raise people's interest in running a trip, since the aunt has requirements, I call the students who have this convenience, let him leave some for me, and then ponder, the aunt has not had any requirements for our juniors for many years, since it is proposed, it is better to buy some, so, the classmates give, I bought, actually accumulated a large bag, the trunk of the car can not be put down, had to be evenly mixed part on the back seat.
On the agreed day to return to the hometown, the county town got off the highway, passing through several villages near the tourist area, and the rest of the trip was covered with snow and full of decadence. No matter how bright the brick houses in the countryside are, the idyllic scenery is beautiful, and they can't compete with the smog of the buildings in the city, and when everyone takes returning to their hometown as a wish, the hometown has actually become a place that cannot be returned.
The road back home was spacious and the snow on the road was thick. Thinking that the last snow has been more than a month ago, and then looking at the shallow rut marks on the road, I can't help but sigh in my heart: I'm afraid that in a few years, this shallow mark will no longer exist.
The car slowly entered the village, and there were no people basking in the sun under the wall at the entrance of the village, and the good smoke I prepared could not emit a single cigarette. Self-deprecating laughed a few times, drove the car to the courtyard door of my aunt's house, and before I could get off the car, several brothers of the same generation actually came out of the house, which caught me somewhat off guard.
Say it's brothers, and they're actually about the same age as my father. Rural people do not talk about old age, as long as you can still work in the fields, then you are not old. After a warm greeting, everyone took the gifts into the house and put them on the kang, and no one was waiting for tobacco, alcohol and drinks, but the pile of Spring Festival Blessing words made everyone happy.
My aunt poured me a cup of jasmine tea mixed with white sugar, which was the same as the old practice. I scattered the good cigarettes with the crowd, pointed to the gifts and told them to remember to take them with them, the big guys chatted with me one by one, and the aunt showed the style of the elders, regardless of the gifts, first unwrapped the package of the Spring League Fuzi and assigned tasks to everyone.
These Spring League Blessing Characters in addition to their own needs, the rest to paste all over the village, my years of doubts have been solved, it turns out that the only remaining popularity in the hometown, relying on the old people in front of them are struggling to maintain.
There is an unwritten rule in my hometown: after a small year, you can post the Spring Festival, of course, it is best to paste it in the morning of the thirtieth. There are hundreds of households in the village, and the thirty-first morning cannot be finished. After everyone got the Spring Festival, they immediately started to work, and first pasted those abandoned houses.
The villagers are super mobile, I have not finished drinking a cup of tea, they are out of the paste, looking for a broom to find a broom, moving a stool to move the stool, and they are working feverishly. As the only young man, I couldn't sit idle. Watching them faltering, I took a basin of paste and drove in the car to pull the old brothers around the village.
Chunlian must first post to his relatives and friends, the house is intact, the Chunlian Fu characters are readily available, and the spring color of the courtyard is full of spring colors. When the house collapsed, look for the barely standing wall to discuss whether to paste the spring league or paste a blessing word according to the area. Looking at the serious looks of the old people, I wanted to laugh and suppressed my laughter and gave them a hand. The older brothers wouldn't let me do it, saying that I would be idle in the winter and should move my hands and feet.
Fortunately, there are enough Spring Lianfu characters, and everywhere in the village can be pasted, it is a red tong. The old brothers are not selfless, and those beautiful spring leagues they bought have been left to their own homes. Busy morning, finish work. Everyone returned to the aunt's house, the Kang table was full of meals cooked by the aunt and the old sister-in-law, I took back a few bottles of good wine, as soon as I entered the house, the aroma mixed with the heating came to the face, instantly driving away the cold.
I don't drink and talk to my older brothers. They were very interested in posting the Spring League, and in their words, they were the great heroes of the village. When I was drunk, an older brother said to me with drunkenness: "When you were a child, the Spring Festival in the village still used to buy?" That will be everyone waiting for your father to come back and write, a bunch of people are lively, alas, things are not people, things are not people. ”
Yes, when I was a child, every few years ago, the first task of my parents who returned to the village from the city for the New Year was to write the Spring Festival. Nowadays, the eldest uncle has died, the second uncle has a problem with cerebrovascular diseases, walking is difficult, the fourth uncle is far away in Tianjin to see his sister's children, my father is not in good health, only in the next year to return to his hometown to see.
Hometown, after all, has become a place of perfunctory emotions for me, spending money to buy a place of peace, returning to the village as if it were a task, and finishing it will be sketched out. I hate the decadence of my hometown, I lament the estrangement of family affection, I never thought that in my hometown of contradictions and entanglements, there are still a group of old people, with their own hands, their own hearts, maintaining everything in their hometown. They have worked hard for half their lives, and their attachment to their hometown is not that they like backward life, they want to guard the root that is rejected by their children and grandchildren, and with the root, they can walk steadily, and with the root, they have a thought in their hearts.
In the face of the trend of the times, this cup of wine in the hometown must not be as warm as before. We walked briskly in the restless air, and what we needed was not the urging of Zhuangxing wine, but the precipitation of a pot of warm old wine. Those old people who we regard as unable to keep up with the times may not really have much wisdom, but they willingly light a fire and warm a pot of wine, telling us that their hometown is behind us, tired and tired, stop, take a sip, and warm up slightly drunk.
Editor: Ma Xuemin
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