[Dongting Writer] Zhang Jiankang/Jin Hua's heart

Golden Flower's heart

Author: Zhang Jiankang

In the northeast of Hunan Province, there is a mountain township, bordering Yueyang County to the north and Pingjiang County to the east. There is only one easy road leading to the county seat. It is sparsely populated and isolated and poor.

A girl named Jinhua was born here. She only attended primary school, and because her family was poor and lacked labor, she stopped studying after primary school. For the first two years, he helped his parents chop firewood, grow vegetables, chop pig food, and bring his sister Silver Flowers at home. Later, when Yinhua studied, she followed her father Li Guiqiu to the production team to work.

In the winter of the fifteenth year, nearly a hundred Changsha Zhiqing came from the commune, and the river team where Jinhua was located was divided into six. Strictly speaking, it should be seven, and the other is a high school student of their own team in the county no. 1 middle school, called Xingwang. He also returned to his hometown to participate in labor, and belonged to his hometown to know the youth.

The production team helped Zhiqing build a house, and the house was built on a hillside between the upper and lower houses. The team helped them build a stove, bought a little simple kitchen utensils, and put together a dozen bundles of firewood, and finally settled them down.

The young people are very active when they first come, and they are active in the house every day when they come back from work. Singing, playing harmonica, playing erhu, telling jokes, there is a lot of movement. It often attracts the girls and boys in the team to watch.

Jinhua also loved to go, and she noticed that among these few intellectuals, one of them was the most eye-catching called Jiang He, and his singing voice was the best. He also loved to play the flute, sometimes he sat on the big rock outside the door and pulled the erhu, sometimes he drew, and caught what to draw. He painted the large camphor trees in the flat of the house, and the chickens, dogs, and cats of the members of the company, and painted them like very much.

Although Jinhua has only attended primary school and participated in production and labor for several years, she has always longed for student life. Seeing that the zhiqing were so active and angry, she envied it. She loves to work with the young people, to listen to them sing and to tell interesting things.

At the end of the year, spring ploughing production began. After a series of arduous labor tests such as spring cutting, double snatching, drought resistance, and late rice harvesting, the laughter in the Zhiqing house was gone, and the Zhiqing team began to differentiate. A female Zhiqing returned to Changsha. Another woman, Zhiqingtou, moved her hukou to a suburban commune not far from the provincial capital, where it was said to be less arduous. The three male Zhiqing could not bear the days of frequent lack of oil, vegetables, and firewood, and went to the commune and the brigade's tea farm respectively, but the river did not go.

Jinhua asked Jiang He, "Why don't you go to the tea house with them?" Jiang He said: "The members have lived here for generations, and if they can live a good life, I can live a good life." The first year the environment is not familiar, the difficulties are bigger, and it will be better later. "The river does not go, and it is well received by the members of the whole team." Jinhua is also very happy, Jianghe loves to sing, the flute blows beautifully, the erhu is good, and he can draw. Working with rivers adds a lot of fun.

After the Spring Festival, the Heyan team held the first all-team meeting. Captain Uncle Long talked about this year's production arrangements. After Uncle Long finished speaking, please add. Jiang He stood up and said he had something to say. Everyone is very surprised, you are a Changsha boy who has just been delegated, and you do not understand production, what do you want to say? Jiang He said: "The field fertility in our team is insufficient, and too much bicarbonate or urea is applied, and the result is that the grass seedlings grow thick and the rice does not grow full." The low total grain production last year was one of the reasons. When I was ploughing the fields last year, I picked a load of wood ash mixed with calcium phosphate and prepared to sprinkle it into several hills. As a result, halfway to the road, the rope on the basket was broken, and a pile of firewood ashes fell into the paddy field under his feet. I had to scatter all the ashes in this field. When the early rice was harvested, it was found that the rice in this hill field grew particularly well. The grains are plump. In the next few hills, there are many rice fields that are not full. "Therefore, I think this year the team should buy less urea, bicarbonate, and more fertilizers such as calcium phosphate and calcium, magnesium and phosphorus." I also have a different view on how to fertilize. Now that the weather is slowly warming and it is time for grass seeds to grow, I recommend applying bicarbonate to grass seeds and allowing them to grow and plow the fields. Apply phosphate fertilizer when ploughing the field for the second time. This increases the fertility of the rice field. Second, I recommend planting soybeans without occupying dry land, and planting soybeans on the edge of the field. Drylands are freed up to grow cotton and sweet potatoes. As soon as the voice of the river fell, everyone spoke. Some people say that more calcium superphosphate and less urea are used in the field to benefit crop growth and save production costs. Some people say that planting soybeans on the edge of the field not only expands the planting area of soybeans, but also expands the planting area of cotton and sweet potatoes. These suggestions of the river were adopted.

After the spring ploughing began, one night, the river came to Jinhua's house. He usually does not visit the door, and there must be something wrong with the door. Sure enough, he came to want Gui Qiubo to teach him how to plough the fields. Gui Qiubo happily agreed. Soon, spring ploughing production began, and during the break, Jianghe learned to plough the fields under the guidance of Guiqiu, an old farmer. Every time during the break, others enter the house to drink tea, and the river will take the opportunity to plow the field for a while.

One day when she came home from work, Jinhua asked her father, "How about ploughing the fields in the rivers?" Gui Qiubo said: "People are smart, and once they are taught, they will be able to do it." "One night, Uncle Long, the captain of the production team, came, and he arranged for her father to teach Xingwang to plow the fields. Her father said, "I see that the river plough field is a piece of material, why not call it a river science?" Uncle Long said, "I reckon that Zhiqing will leave in the future, but the youth in the teaching team are still more reliable." "Since then, every day I have worked, and Xingwang has followed Gui Qiubo to learn to plough the fields." Jiang He seemed to understand the meaning of the team, and he did not mention learning to plough the field again.

Gui Qiubo loves rivers. Although he did not teach him to plough the fields, as long as he did not use cattle one day, he would call the river to work in front of him. He taught the rivers to pick up the mud on the fields, taught the rivers to hoe the grass, and taught the rivers to carry the burden on the shoulders of the people who came to the opposite side with empty baskets. Sometimes, he also taught the river to sing local folk songs.

Probably under the influence of her father, Jinhua also cared about the river. The river did not feed the pigs, and the vegetables in the self-kept fields did not grow well. Jinhua often plucked some of her own vegetables from her house to him. She went to the mountain to break bamboo shoots, pick mushrooms, and work tirelessly to find as many points as possible to give to the rivers.

As a token of appreciation, Jiang He gave Jinhua a fountain pen, a bottle of ink, a diary, and a copy of the Xinhua Dictionary. In addition, lend her a book about folk tales. Jiang He hoped that Jinhua could write a diary and read books. "You keep a diary a lot, which not only consolidates what you've learned in the past, but also further improves your culture," he said. When you encounter words that you can't write, you can solve it by looking up the dictionary. Jinhua said she couldn't use a dictionary. Jiang He taught her to use the initial character check method and the phonetic sequence check character method. After teaching for a while, the golden flower will be there. After that, Jinhua began to write a diary, and sometimes read this folk tale. After a while, Jinhua showed Jianghe a diary and asked Jianghe to see how it was written. Jiang He patiently helped her correct grammatical errors and instructed her to write more specifically.

In recent years, the literary and art circles have successively launched eight model plays. The whole country's urban and rural areas have set off an upsurge of learning to sing revolutionary model plays. In order to adapt to the situation, Sanxihe Commune also decided to perform a model play. The task was given to the Three Streams Brigade. Why give it to the Three Streams Brigade? The commune believed that the Three Streams Brigade was the most qualified. The first is to decentralize Zhiqingduo, and the second is that Yang Choreographer of the former county theater troupe is serving as a member of the task force in this brigade.

Li Zhishu, the party branch of the brigade, immediately consulted with Yang Choreographer. Director Yang felt that it was appropriate to act in "Wise Tiger Mountain". The conditions in all aspects of the countryside are inferior to those in the cities, and the model plays cannot be copied in its entirety. Yang then adapted the script. Keep the trunk and remove the foliage. The script was adapted, so the actors were selected. The rivers and rivers and prosperity of the heyan team were originally the backbone of literature and art in the school, and Yang Choreographer took a fancy to it at a glance. Jinhua has not been on the stage, and Director Yang said that she can play an ordinary actor, and she also liked it. Jin Hua was afraid to go to the stage and did not dare to go. Jiang He said: "A play does not need to be the main actors, but also some supporting roles to play a role in adding atmosphere." This kind of role sometimes does not even have a line, which is not difficult to play. Moreover, so many young people are together, eating together, counting ten divisions of labor every day, why not go? Jinhua said: "I am afraid that I will not act well and be out of the ocean." Jiang He patted his chest and said, "There is me." Seeing that Jiang He was so sure, Jinhua agreed.

Twenty or thirty people drawn from each production team gathered in the brigade auditorium, first familiarizing themselves with the script and then assigning roles. Xingwang plays Shao Jianbo, Jiang He plays Yang Zirong, and Jinhua only plays a small bandit in the scene of Yang Zirong's tongue fighting bandits, and there is a line: "Sunda Sunda" (bandit black words, meaning: who called you to come) The rest of the time, although there are many appearances, as long as you follow everyone to show your voice. After rehearsing a few times, she remembered.

Young people are enthusiastic, working overtime day and night, and half a month's play is arranged. The party branch decided to perform in the auditorium of the brigade first.

Rural production is busy, members leave early and return late, and there is almost no cultural life. I heard that there was a drama in the brigade, and I was very excited. After dinner, men, women and children, young and old, all came to move stools, and the auditorium was crowded.

After the performance began, the plot quickly entered the scene of Yang Zirong's tongue fighting the bandits. As soon as the curtain was lifted, I saw the "mountain eagle" sitting in the back of the center of the stage, and the bandits stood on both sides. Jinhua's face was painted black, she was wearing a torn cotton jacket, a torn hat on her head, and a straw rope tied around her waist, dressed as a small bandit. As soon as Jinhua appeared, someone recognized it. A child pointed to the golden flower and said, "That's the golden flower, that's the golden flower." Jin Hua secretly looked down at the stage, only to see countless pairs of eyes that seemed to be staring at him. She grew up so big, who had seen this position, her heart panicked, for a while she had no self-confidence, and she didn't know where to put her hands and feet. At this time, Jiang He, who played Yang Zirong, appeared. He looked up at his chest, his face full of red light, and his righteousness was awe-inspiring. The "bandits" began to interrogate "Yang Zirong." The "mountain eagle" screamed, "Heavenly King Gaidi Tiger." ”

"Yang Zirong" calmly said: "Pagoda Town River Demon." ”

A bandit asked, "How did his face turn red?" ”

Yang Zirong replied, "Refreshed." ”

Another bandit asked, "How is it yellow again?" ”

"Yang Zirong" replied: "The wax on the face." ”

The golden flower said "sunburned". Who knew that Jinhua was afraid, nervous, forgot what he should have said, and even repeated the words of the person in front of him: "Why is it yellow again?" As soon as the words came out, she realized that she had said the wrong thing and was overwhelmed for a moment. At this moment, all the actors on the stage were frozen, and the Yang choreographer and Li Zhishu under the stage were also anxious, how did "Yang Zirong" pick up the conversation?

At this time, I saw Jiang He's eyes glare, rotate a 360-degree degree in place, and then raise one foot to stomp on it, and make an appearance at the next one on the stage, waving a big hand, a serious book, and roaring majestically: "Another layer of wax!"

In the audience, several Zhiqing "giggled" and laughed quietly. Director Yang and Li Zhishu shouted in unison: "Good!" Take the lead in applauding. The crowd also shouted, "Good!" They all applauded. Cheers, applause covered the "giggle" laughter. The actors on stage breathed a sigh of relief and the show went smoothly again.

In fact, Yang Choreographer and Li Zhishu applauded because the rivers were in a hurry, and the flaws made by the golden flowers cleverly covered up the past; The applause of the members of the community is a wonderful plot, and the actors perform realistically. When they saw that "Yang Zirong" had suppressed the arrogance of the "bandits" and that justice had triumphed over evil, they were happy in their hearts and clapped their hands. As for whether that "Yang Zirong" was coated with another layer of wax, everyone didn't care.

At that performance, Jinhua was full of gratitude to jianghe. If it weren't for jianghe's urgency and wisdom, helping her to cover up her mistakes, she would definitely be reprimanded by everyone. She thinks that jianghe people are tall and handsome, not to mention, the most popular thing is that he is versatile, people are particularly smart, and brain melons react quickly. Since that performance, she has loved to get closer to the river. When she came home from work, had dinner, and helped her mother with housework, she would involuntarily go to the Zhiqing residence behind the house and sit for a while. On the night when there is a moon, JiangHe loves to sit on the big stone in front of the door and pull "Good Night", "River Water", "Erquan Moon", "Horse Racing" and other famous erhu songs. Jinhua sat next to him and listened. On rainy nights, Jiang He Ai sat in the kitchen and read ancient poems on the kerosene lamp. Like Li Bai's "bright moonlight in front of the bed, it is suspected to be frost on the ground." Look up at the bright moon and look down at your hometown. Jinhua could understand and knew that it was an expression of the poet's homesickness. Like "The shepherd boy rides a yellow bull, singing the forest, intending to catch the cicada, and suddenly shuts his mouth." "When the day comes out of the field and the night is fruitful, the sons and daughters of the village are in charge, the children and grandchildren have not yet been provided for cultivation and weaving, and they have also learned to plant melons." It was about farm life, and she understood it as soon as she heard it. Like this song of Jiang He Nian, "Once the canghai was shipwrecked as water, except that Wushan mountain is not a cloud, take the second flower bush lazy review, half edge cultivation and half edge jun." She couldn't understand it, so she asked what the river meant. Jiang He then explained to her: "This is a poem by Yuan Shu of the Tang Dynasty. The gist is that after experiencing the magnificent sea, the water elsewhere is not worth seeing. I have seen the clouds and rain of Wushan Mountain, and the clouds elsewhere are not worth seeing. Standing in the flowers is not interested in all the flowers, it is because of you. This poem mainly expresses the poet's very deep feelings for his wife. As soon as he explained this, Jinhua understood. She felt that this poem was well written, so she read it with the river, read it several times, and remembered it.

One morning, the production team was loosening the soil for sweet potato seedlings in the dry land of the mountain pass, and suddenly it began to rain. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed that it could not stop all morning. The captain beckoned everyone to finish their work. Jinhua followed the river to the Zhiqing House to hide from the rain. Jiang He said to Jinhua, "Now that you're back home, you can't do anything, so why don't you sit here, how about I paint you a portrait?" Jinhua said good. So Jinhua sat in the doorway, her legs together, her hands on her knees, and her eyes looking into the distance. The river began to paint. After about an hour of drawing, a sketch of the figure was drawn. Jiang He showed the portrait to Jinhua. Jinhua laughed, "Am I that good-looking?" The river said, "Yes." Jinhua said, "Can this picture be given to me?" Jiang He said, "Take it." Jinhua borrowed an umbrella from Jianghe and rushed away with the portrait.

When she got home, she showed the portrait to Aunt Man: "The river is painted, like me?" Aunt Man looked at the painting, then looked at the people, and said to Jinhua: "Not only are the paintings like, but some places are more beautiful than you yourself." You look at the bangs in front of your forehead, as if they were floating in the air. And these eyes, how bright, how attractive. ”

Jinhua took the portrait into her and Yinhua's room, found a few grains of rice, and glued the portrait to the wall. Later, on many nights, as soon as she saw this painting, she would think of the bits and pieces of her interaction with the river. As the days passed, the river unconsciously came to her heart.

Since she had rivers in her heart, Jinhua had become more concerned about them. Sometimes the dirty clothes that Jiang He had changed did not have time to wash, so she went to the Zhiqing House and washed them immediately as soon as she saw them. One day, Jinhua found that the two pairs of shoes worn by Jiang he were broken, so she quickly put the soles of the shoes and spent half a month making a pair of cloth shoes for him. Jiang He was so happy that he didn't know what to say. One day of labor, the river's overwear made the basket hang up. At night he patched the kerosene lamp. Jinhua walked into the room and said to him, "I'll make up for it." You go to the book. She took the needle and thread and sewed it up sharply. The river didn't go away, sitting across from her and watching her. Jinhua said, "Sit here and do something stupid, do your thing." "The river didn't move. Jin Hua glanced at him, stopped driving him away, and thought to herself: It is better for you to understand my thoughts.

This year the golden flower is almost eighteen. Someone wanted to match her. The first to come to the door was Aunt Wang of the third production team of this brigade. Aunt Wang is in her forties and a famous matchmaker of the Three Streams Brigade. Aunt Wang recommended to Aunt Man a young man in this county near Chengguan, two years older than Jinhua, who had just become a carpenter this year. In the countryside, people with a craft are more alive than those who plan food in the fields. Generally, the families of those who have adopted daughters love to find such families for their daughters. Sure enough, as soon as Aunt Wang said this, Aunt Man was moved. However, she still did not immediately agree, asking Aunt Wang to come the next day to listen to the letter, and she also had to listen to the opinions of Jinhua herself and her father.

That day, Guiqiu Jinhua's father and daughter returned from work, the family had just eaten dinner, and while the family had not yet dispersed, Aunt Man said what Aunt Wang meant. Unexpectedly, Jinhua refused with one bite. The reason is that the man is too far from her home, she has no brothers, only two sisters. In the future, when my parents are old and need to be taken care of, it will not be easy to return to my mother's house by myself. Gui Qiubo was distressed about her daughter, and also followed up with the fact that although Aunt Wang had done a lot of success as a matchmaker, she also quarreled more after marriage. This is all due to the lack of understanding of the situation of the two parties before marriage. He also felt that the man's family was too far away, and his own family did not understand the details of the man's family at all, completely relying on Aunt Wang's words, afraid of instability. Or find a familiar family nearby. The father and daughter sang a harmony, and the reason was sufficient, and The full aunt was also shaken, and the next day she wrote back to the wang aunt.

There are no impermeable walls. Gui Qiubo wanted to give Jinhua the matter of finding her in-laws nearby, and soon it spread in the whole production team. One day, Sister Zhou, the little daughter-in-law of the team, came to Man's aunt's house to visit the door. After a few words of greeting with Aunt Man, the topic circled around Jinhua: "I heard that your family wants to find a family for Jinhua in the neighborhood?" Aunt Man replied, "Golden Flower her father has this meaning." Sister Zhou said softly, "I think there are families on our team who have golden flowers suitable." Aunt Man said, "Which one?" Sister Zhou said, "You see, what about the afterlife of prosperity?" Aunt Man said, "Boom graduated from high school." Our brigade did not have many high school students, including the whole commune. I am afraid that he will not work in the fields for the rest of his life. Our family Jinhua only has a primary school culture and has never seen the world. You also know our family's family situation, all year round, it will be mixed with food and clothing. Parents don't necessarily see it. Sister Zhou smiled and said, "You have a lot of heart." Xingwang's mother also wants to find a daughter-in-law for her son who knows the roots, and they have a crush on the golden flower. Aunt Man was moved again, but at that time she did not let go, or the sentence: "When I come back from work today, I will talk to their father and daughter." ”

When the family had dinner, Aunt Man said Sister Zhou's intentions again. When Jin Hua heard this, she immediately refused: "Usually as a neighbor, the relationship is still good, but once it becomes a relative, there is a problem." Every year in the team, there are rations and work evaluations, and there are always some contradictions between the households. If you become a pro-family with the Zhou family, once there is a contradiction, it is not a household name, let others see the joke. When Aunt Man saw the golden flower and objected, she was angry: "Introduce you to a carpenter, you are far away." Find one for you in your team, and you say that it is not good for two parents to be on the same team. You push and push, is there someone in your heart? Jin Hua said busily: "Mom, don't mess around, you see I went out of work during the day, went home in the evening, and walked out of the brigade, who can I have in my heart?" Aunt Man said, "After Jiang He came to the team, I saw that you and him walked diligently, didn't you look up to him?" Sister, you see that gang of zhiqing, when they came, it was a large group, and now they are not leaving one by one. Don't look at the river is still on the team, in the future he will return to the provincial city. Jin Hua said busily, "I know what you say, you can rest assured." Aunt Man said to Gui Qiubo again, "Do you want to prosper?" Gui Qiubo listened to the meaning of Jin Hua's words just now, and he was not willing to prosper. He had always been fond of his two daughters. Jinhua only finished elementary school and did not go to school again, he always felt guilty. On the issue of her marriage, he was reluctant to wronged her again. Moreover, although the Zhou family knew the roots, he was not very satisfied with the prosperity. So he said: "Prosperity grows strong, there is culture, there is a future for development, this is the strength." But when it comes to as a field, he has no talent. When Aunt Man heard this, she knew that the father and daughter were going to breathe out of their nostrils again, so she retorted, "Don't be unreasonable." I've only heard that reading books requires talent, and I've heard that Akuta also needs talent. Which farmer near and far does not farm? Gui Qiubo said: "Far from saying, let's say ploughing the field, Xingwang has been learning with me for more than a year, ploughing a field, there are always some corners and corners that can't be plowed, and finally you have to dig with a hoe for a while, or you have to lead the cattle to walk a few more laps." He ploughed the field as well as a Changsha man, and he would teach it a few times. Marriage is a major event in a person's life, and since Jinhua does not agree to marry the Zhou family, we may as well wait. Aunt Man knew that there was no hope again, and she said angrily to Jinhua, "I know what you have in mind, and you will delay yourself." ”

Jin Hua went back to his room in his heart. She knew in her heart that her rejection of her mother's words was untenable, but if she wanted to rely on her mother, she would have to accept her heart, and she would no longer be able to communicate with the rivers. Although in the long run, the river is the flower in the moon mirror in the water for her, after all, he has not returned to the city at present, and she can still have a crush on him and get along with him for a while. As long as she is with the river, she has a common language, she is happy, and the river is too attractive. She even felt that although she knew that there was no result, as long as she could stay with the river for a while in this life, she would be satisfied. She had also thought about telling the river her thoughts, but she didn't have the courage. If the words are spoken and Jiang He refuses, he will be embarrassed to approach him again. She knew that feelings could be cultivated, and perhaps after a long time together, Jiang He could understand his own will, and he might have also developed this will! Because she has dreams in her heart and more feelings than reason, she has the courage to persevere.

Since her mother politely rejected Sister Zhou's intention to mediate for the Xingwang family, Jinhua found that There was some change in Xingwang's mood. It turns out that Xingwang likes to work with the rivers. Recently alienated from the river. Prosperity is not stupid, since you are not willing to be good with him, you naturally know that you have someone in your heart. This person is no one else, only a river.

Jinhua saw that when the fields were in the grass, the prosperity and the rivers were working in one place, close at hand, without a word. When planting fields, it turns out that the two people always like to go hand in hand. Now booming in the field, that finger is like a chicken pecking rice, quickly throwing the river behind. When you are working, it is best to talk while working. Now booming with his head stuffed, a man rushed forward with a wooden stick, and also left the river behind. Jinhua understood that Prosperity was for himself, and he wanted to show that he was stronger than Jianghe. One day, the production captain arranged for Prosperity and the river to give the irrigation channel a few hills of land above the car water. The rest of the people hoeed grass and loosened the soil in the cotton field next to the mounds of fields. The people on the team are basically here. Xingwang sang a mountain song while driving water: "A glass of wine, persuade me to love my lover." Everywhere in the house is good, why go out? On the high hall, the parents are there, who will take care of it? Little sister me, si xianglang, night and night tear wet shirt.

Xingwang saw that the river was silent, just staring at the wooden wheel and treading water, as if he was deeply afraid of stepping on the air, he was even more energetic, and sang to the men, women and children who hoeed the ground: "Two glasses of wine, persuade my lover to ,......."

He finished singing ten glasses of wine in one sitting. Among the members of the society who hoeed the fields, someone applauded him. The river has been silent, stepping on the water wheel with its head planted. Jinhua was not happy. The river was the pride of her heart. After all, the rivers and rivers have not been prosperous, after all, the rivers have not participated in agricultural production for a long time, and they have not flourished and are skilled. This singing of mountain songs, the rivers are not necessarily worse than the prosperity. She couldn't see the rivers showing weakness. During the break, she called the river aside and said, "You don't say a word about xingwang singing, it seems boring." Didn't my dad teach you to sing mountain songs? You sing too. Jiang He said, "Your father only taught me to sing a few songs." If I open my mouth, Prosperity will definitely compete with me. I finished singing those songs, and there were no words. Isn't thriving more exciting? It's better not to sing. Jinhua said, "You are afraid of few songs, so start making them up now." That time on the stage you can make up words on the spot, and now there is still a long way to go before the work, are you afraid that you can't make up a few songs? Wait for the next work, Xingwang sings a song, you also sing one, can not fall behind him. Jiang He bowed his head and drank tea, no longer making a sound.

After a break, I went to work again. Maybe it was drinking two bowls of sesame beans ginger salt tea to quench thirst and refresh. Xingwang climbed on the water wheel and sang again: "After walking through the valley and walking up the hill, the stones do not rot and the water flows for a long time." The mountain song is like a fire out of the chest, whether it is happy or sad. ”

He just wanted to sing the second song, but he didn't expect the river to sing: "Mountain songs don't sing and forget much, and the road doesn't go into a nest of grass." The fast knife does not sharpen yellow rust, and the chest is not straight and the back will be hunched. ”

As soon as the river song stopped, Xingwang hurriedly continued to sing: "Sister weaving Aya Luo at home, brother picking firewood and passing in front of the door." I have the heart to ask my brother to drink a bowl of tea, and I am afraid that the old woman will say wordy. ”

As soon as his song stopped, the song of the river flew out again: "My sister is a bush of flowers in the garden, and my brother is a bee in the garden." The flowers open bees, and the bees pick honey flowers that are redder. ”

Xingwang rushed to catch up: "Sister weaving Aya luo in the hall house, Lang singing mountain songs at the door, sister weaving Ayara until midnight, mountain songs listened to several big baskets." ”

The river continued to sing: "The earthen wall blossoms fine velvet, and the sister lang brother is too poor." As long as we are in love, fresh water boiled tea is affectionate. ”

Xingwang did not pick up for a while, and Jiang He continued to sing: "Brother pulls the seedlings to the sister to plant the field, and the brother car water comes to the sister to hoe the cotton." When the grass planted mud for a hundred days, what year was the sister holding her brother's hand? ”

Sister Zhou, who was hoeing the ground, shouted at the girls: "Do you hear me? Jiang He wants to be a daughter-in-law! Everyone laughed.

Jinhua was so happy, and sure enough, the river sang and did not lose and prospered. What made her happiest was that he sang when he told him to sing. Her intuition told her that Jiang He cared a lot about himself. She recalled the last song sung by the river, "Brother Car Water Comes Sister Hoe Cotton", although there are several girls who hoe cotton today, only she is the closest to him, if not sung to herself, who else can she sing to? Just when she was thinking about right and wrong, her mother's advice to her jumped into her heart again: "Zhiqing will return to the city." The mother's words were like a basin of cold water, pouring out the fire of hope that had just arisen in her heart. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with a hand towel and concentrated on hoeing the ground.

Spring to autumn, this year's production team harvest is good. In the year-end final accounts, jianghe also entered dozens of yuan. He returned to Changsha with this money. After the Spring Festival, Jiang He returned to the team and went to Gui Qiubo's house. He gave Man Aunt an aluminum hanging pot produced by Changsha Aluminum Factory, a cigarette to Gui Qiubo, a rose-red scarf to Jinhua, and a large package of various colored snacks to Yinhua. During this year's double robbery, Jiang He ate at Gui Qiubo's house, and he came back this time to buy this little thing to thank him.

Aunt Man originally used a clay pot to boil water. That kind of pot heat transfer is slow, boiling water costs firewood, and it is easy to break. She wanted to buy an aluminum hanging pot, but the supply and marketing agency had been out of stock. Jiang He sent this pot, and she said yes. When Jiang He went out, he said to Jinhua, "I found someone in Changsha to make a glass frame, you give me that portrait, I will put it in the frame and give it to you." Otherwise, the lead powder will fall off over time, and the paper will turn yellow. Jinhua gave him the portrait, and the river left.

The next day, Jinhua went to the river to get the portrait. Jiang He told her that his father had returned from the May Seventh Cadre School and resumed his work. Jinhua knew that the river was leaving.

Sure enough, this year's colleges and universities enrolled, and as soon as the commune recommended the river, it passed. Along with Jianghe, there was also a young female intellectual who was teaching at the brigade primary school. There was one less teacher in the primary school, and the brigade arranged for Xingwang to go to the primary school to become a private teacher.

On the morning that the river was gone, Jinhua went to send him. Just walked up the hill and came across the river. Jinhua said, "I'm getting ready to send you." Jiang He said, "I'm also getting ready to find you." They stood. Jiang He said: "There was something I wanted to write to you after I wanted to go to school, but I was afraid that the night would be long and dreamy, and I wanted to tell you now." Jinhua said, "What?" You said. Jiang He said: "I went to study at the Teachers' College this time, with a three-year study system, and became a teacher after graduation." I plan to return to Sankeihe Commune Secondary School to teach after graduation. Jinhua said: "This place is inconvenient to transport, closed and poor. Everyone else wants to go out, so why do you still want to come back? Jiang He said: "Over the past few years, you have been helping and caring for me, and have spent many lonely nights with me." I plan to come back after graduation and accompany you and accompany you for the rest of my life. I wonder if you want to? ”

Happiness came too suddenly, Jinhua was not mentally prepared, she was afraid that she had heard the wrong thing, and she was gagged for a while, and did not make a sound.

Jiang He said, "I see, you don't want to." I won't say more. Jinhua woke up violently, blushed, looked up, and said, "I do." Feeling a little shy, she lowered her head, and couldn't help but whisper again: "I already wanted to." ”

Jiang He laughed. Jinhua said softly, "Remember to write a letter when you get to school." Jiang He said, "Rest assured, I will." "It's not early, and Jinhua is standing on the hillside, watching the river go away.

After the river left, Jinhua's heart was full of joy for several days, and she looked forward to the letter from the river every day, thinking about how to reply to the letter every day. She wanted to say a lot to The River, she wanted to tell the River how she fell in love with her, she wanted to tell him how much her parents liked him...

Jinhua waited for half a month, did not see the river letter, she is not in a hurry, just entered the school, there are many things, how can you write so quickly? After waiting for a month, there was still no letter from Jianghe, and she was a little anxious. Three months have passed, and there is still no news. When Jinhua goes out, she often looks out from afar, hoping to see the township postman. Township postmen generally put the letters in the brigade elementary school and take the letters to be sent from the primary school. She went to the elementary school to ask Xingwang, and Xingwang said that as long as Jianghe wrote a letter, he would definitely ask Yinhua to take it home. More than a year has passed, jianghe has not written a letter, and Jinhua has begun to think wildly. She thought that it might be that Jiang He told his parents about them, and his parents did not agree; it could also be that other girls chased him, and he was moved. It is more likely that once he arrives in the bustling city, he will never be able to leave it again. Jinhua was sad and anxious, and everyone was thin and her face was yellow. When Aunt Man saw her daughter's heavy heart, she repeatedly asked questions, and Jinhua had to tell the truth. Aunt Man also became anxious.

On this day, Sister Zhou, who went to the house, came again, saying that prosperity is still meant to be golden. Aunt Man was more anxious, she was afraid that she would be tied up and lose both ends. Jinhua felt a little sorry to be thriving. One day, Jinhua finally made up her mind and decided not to think about the river anymore. She looked at the picture hanging on the wall and took it off with her hands, ready to put it in a box. If she still let it hang on the wall, as soon as she sees the painting, she will think of the past days and the rivers. I will fall into distress again. Sister Yinhua said to her, "You take the portrait away, give me the frame, and I want to use it to hang my paintings." All right? Jinhua said, "Good." So he pulled out the small nail on the back of the frame and removed the wooden board that was pressing the portrait. Suddenly, she was stunned. How did a line appear behind the portrait? Remember that there is no word behind this picture. If you look closely, you can only see that it reads "Once the sea was shipwrecked as water, except for Wushan Mountain is not a cloud" written on the lower right side of the word "river". When was this written? Jin Hua remembered that it was during the Spring Festival of that year that Jiang He took the painting from her and prepared to put it in the mirror frame, which must have been written on that occasion. She understood the meaning of these two verses, and Jiang He explained it. Now she knew that the river had been in her heart at that time, no, maybe earlier. Earlier when will that be? She remembered the song he had sung on the water wheel that year, and she thought it should be at least that time. Will a person who has put himself in his heart so early forget himself so quickly? Thinking of this, she had confidence again. Out of the water to see the mud on both feet! She gradually calmed down.

Before you know it, three years have passed. At the end of August of that year, the Commune Secondary School opened. Early in the morning, Yinhua carried her school bag to school with a lunch box. From this semester on, she is a junior high school third grader.

In the evening, Jinhua came home from work and went to the kitchen to help her mother cook dinner. Only to hear Yinhua shouting outside the house: "Sister, sister." Then I saw her rush into the kitchen. Aunt Man said to her, "The family doesn't expect you to come back to work, so why are you running so fast?" Yinhua ignored her mother and said loudly to Jinhua, "The river is back." ”

Jinhua was burning a fire at the foot of the stove, and stood up at once, staring at the silver flower with both eyes. Aunt Man hurriedly asked, "Where did you see that?" Silver Flower said: "This morning the school held an opening ceremony. Before the conference began, President Zhu said that he would first introduce the new teachers to everyone. Then the three teachers stepped up to the podium. The third one walking behind me I recognized at a glance was a river. That's how President Zhu introduced the rivers. He said that Teacher Jiang was originally a young intellectual who came to us from Changsha to work and exercise, and was recommended to study at the Normal College three years ago, and after graduation, he took the initiative to ask to come to our middle school to teach. As soon as President Zhu's voice fell, everyone warmly applauded. ”

As soon as Yinhua's voice fell, Aunt Man hurriedly asked, "Did you meet him?" Silver flower said, "In the afternoon after school, I found his bedroom, and there was no one in the house." His luggage was not opened, and it is estimated that he only arrived at school yesterday. Later, on campus, I saw him running a blackboard newspaper with two students. I went to see him. He was happy to see me. He said he was busy today and would come to our house tomorrow night to see you. Aunt Man said, "Tomorrow you tell him to come to our house for dinner." Honeysuckle said yes.

The next day Jinhua went to work, feeling that time was going so slowly. It was hard to get to noon, and she simply took a half-day off with the captain. In the afternoon, she first cleaned the house and then went to the kitchen to help her mother cook. Then I changed into a beautiful dress and brushed my hair in the mirror. Gui Qiubo made a special trip today, did not go to the vegetable garden after finishing work, and returned home early.

When the sun was about to set, I only heard Yinhua shouting outside the courtyard: "Dad, Mom, Teacher Jiang is here." Jinhua followed her parents out of the hall. Only to see the river and the silver flower smile into the courtyard. Three years later, the river has become white, and the sea soul shirt that used to be worn is gone. He now wears a short-sleeved white shirt on top and suit shorts on his lower body. Wearing a pair of sandals on the feet, a little more bookish. He saw Gui Qiubo and Aunt Man hurriedly saying hello, and then smiled and greeted Jinhua. Everyone went into the hall and sat down. Jiang He took out two pairs of glasses from his travel bag and handed them to Aunt Man with both hands. He said, "The year I left, I saw that your eyesight seemed to have deteriorated." This time I came back and gave you two pairs of glasses. One pair of degrees is deep and one is shallow. Wear which pair you see fits. "Aunt Man is worried about her lack of eyesight, unable to do needlework, the river is sending charcoal in the snow, she quickly accepted it."

Jiang He took out a pair of wines and handed them to Gui Qiubo with both hands: "This is the white sand liquid produced by Changsha Distillery, and the degree may be lower than the grain wine here." Gui Qiu took the wine with both hands and said in a continuous voice, "Good wine, good wine." ”

Jiang He took out another stationery box and handed it to Silver Flower. Silver flower opened a look, this stationery box is divided into two layers: the upper floor is placed with a triangular plate, a ruler, a compass, a protractor and so on. On the lower level is a hero brand pen, pencil, stationery knife, elephant leather mud. It was all stationery she could use.

Finally, Jiang He took out a cardboard box and handed it to Jinhua. When the golden flower opened, it was a pair of cyan corduroy shoes. The specifications are small and innovative. There are also two pairs of flesh-colored silk stockings. Jiang He said, "You wear it and try it." Jinhua put it on, stood up and took a few steps and said, "Fit your feet, comfortable." Aunt Man smiled and said, "I came to the church and bought a pair of shoes that fit, this is the marriage in the past life." Yinhua said: "This has nothing to do with marriage, it can only show that Brother Jiang He has already put my sister in his heart, and he has a number of how big shoes his sister wears." At this moment, the faces of the two people in the river jinhua were red, but the two old men laughed happily.

After a while, the meal was cooked, and everyone sat down around the table and talked while eating. Aunt Man said, "In the past few years, Jinhua has received a letter from you, and for a while people have been losing weight. Jiang He said, "When Jinhua received the letter, Yinhua told me that I was about to say this." Three days after entering the school that year, he wrote a letter to Jinhua. A letter was sent every month thereafter. But there has been no echo of the golden flower. Originally, I wanted to take advantage of the winter and summer vacation to return to Sanxi, but the school arranged social practice activities every holiday. The second school year was intense, and I wrote fewer letters. This year's study is more intense, I think I will go back in the second half of the year anyway, first do a good job in studying, I did not write a letter. When Jin Hua heard Jiang He say this, she knew that it was Xingwang who withheld the letter. He did this to break his own thoughts. As long as he is engaged to Xingwang, Xingwang will definitely ask to get married as soon as possible. At that time, even if the rivers come back, they will not be able to do it. Jinhua originally wanted to solve the mystery, but she resisted. If his parents knew about this, they would definitely quarrel with the prosperous family, and Jiang He would not let him go. Finally, prosperity may not even be a private teacher. Fortunately, the flourishing ruse did not succeed. Forgive and forgive. The two families live in a team up and down the house, and it is not good for anyone to form a grudge. She didn't make a sound.

Aunt Man remembered one more thing, she said, "What is your parents' attitude towards you and Jinhua?" Jiang He said: "On the eve of graduation, I talked to my parents about my plans. The father said that the good boy was determined to be in all directions. My mother said that I had grown up and was in charge of my own affairs. She asked me to bring Jinhua back to Changsha during the winter vacation this year and come to our house for the Spring Festival. Aunt Man and Gui Qiubo listened with smiles on their faces.

After sitting for a while, Jiang He got up and said goodbye. Jinhua said to send him. The two walked to the original Zhiqing residence, and Jiang He said that it would be sent here after dark. Jinhua said that he would sit on this big rock for a while and then walk, and Jiang He said yes. They sat down next to each other. The night in the mountain village is very quiet, and the moon sprinkles a silver glow, illuminating the earth. Jin Hua pointed to the cotton field not far away and said to the river, "Remember the last mountain song you sang that year?" "The river said remember. Jinhua said, "You sing it to me again." Jiang He sang softly: "Brother pulls the seedlings to the sister to plant the field, brother car water to the sister to hoe the cotton." Grass planted mud for 100 days. Brother holding hands in today. ”

Jiang He changed two words when he sang the last sentence. A gust of wind blew, blowing the plane leaves on the side of the road. Sycamore tree, are you singing and clapping for the river? Or a blessing for this pair of young people?

About the Author

Zhang Jiankang, born in Changsha in April 1949, studied at Changsha No. 7 Middle School. At the end of 1968, he was sent to the rural areas of northern Hunan for 6 years of labor training, and after graduating from the middle school in 1976, he served as a primary school Chinese teacher for a long time and also served as an administrative worker. Loves reading and writing.

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