The most memorable fragment of the book – Bright and Flute

There are many people in this world, each with many hearts, most of which can only be understood and cannot be said.

In the famous writer Liu Zhenyun's work "One Day and Three Autumns", the apprentice of the restaurant uses the flute to relieve his heart. "If you can speak, if you can speak in the vernacular, what else can you do with the flute?"

Liu Zhenyun recited this fragment of the book in Beijing Satellite TV's "Night of Books": "Brightness and Flute", taking us to feel the torrent of our hearts.

【Bright and Flute】

The next day, Bright went to the "Marshal of the Canopy" as an apprentice. When the apprentice has no salary, the restaurant tube eats and lives. The first errand of the bright apprentice was to remove pig hair, that is, to pick out the pots and pots of pig trotters transported from the Yanjin slaughterhouse one by one, and to remove the hairs on the pig's trotters; in the past, the pig's trotters were scraped with a scraper, but the surface hairs were scraped clean, and the hairs in the meat could be eaten by customers; now they used boiling asphalt, pasted on the pig's trotters, and the hairs inside and outside the pig's hooves were glued; the broken hairs that could not be removed were then pulled clean with tweezers; then the hoof nails were washed with clean water; and the washed pig's trotters were marinated in brine soaked with pepper salt. At the end of the day, the bright can remove nearly three hundred pig's trotters.

The "marshal of the canopy" opens the door at eleven o'clock in the morning every day, and by three o'clock in the afternoon, the customers who eat lunch are almost gone; the door is opened again at six o'clock in the evening, and it closes every day, usually until eleven o'clock at night. From 3 p.m. to 6 p.m., there is a three-hour break in between. But the rest of the restaurant can work, the apprentice can not work, still have to cut the pig's trotters in the backyard. There is also about five o'clock in the afternoon, when the pig's trotters are finished in advance, and there is one hour left, and the brightness can also rest for a while. People who have a family in Yanjin go home when they get to work breaks; Bright has no home in Yanjin, and he doesn't want to go to Li Yansheng's house, so he can only stay at the "Marshal of the Canopy" restaurant. Of course, he can also go to the street, or to the Yanjin ferry port, the street and the ferry, are lively places; but when he was an apprentice, he had no salary, he was penniless, and when he went to the market, he couldn't even afford to buy a bottle of soda, and he went to the white, so he didn't go; he was afraid of meeting his former classmates on the street, and he studied well, why did he suddenly stop going? The reason for not going up, explained, a sentence or two is not clear, it is better not to explain; so when he has free time, he comes to the back of the "Marshal of the Canopy" restaurant and stays alone. Behind the restaurant, there is a river.

Every summer, at night, Lao Zhu also pulled electric lights by the river, set up some tables, and the river was also full of guests, drinking with pig's trotters; a cool breeze blew, which made people feel refreshed; but in summer, there were many mosquitoes, and mosquito coils needed to be lit under the table. Across the bridge, there is a large field, wheat in the spring and corn in the autumn. Old Zhu likes to sing, and every morning, he will come to the river and shout a few voices at the crops. At five o'clock in the afternoon, it was when there was no one by the river and in the crops. Bright walked across the small bridge to the edge of the crop field, often taking out a flute from his body and blowing it up. Bright can play the flute, which he learned from his middle school classmate Feng Mingchao. Feng Mingchao and his uncle played the flute in a ringer class in the county town; this ringer class specialized in blowing red and white happy events; Feng Mingchao grew up in his grandmother's parents, and he also learned to play the flute when he was with his uncle. Feng Mingchao said that his uncle said that the key to playing the flute is to be able to breathe, and to be able to breathe in order to blow the sound high and long; only by blowing the sound long can the tone be suppressed and frustrated; the ventilation will only be called silly ventilation, and those who can really breathe are secretly changing; in addition to ventilation, they must also be able to rub and smear the sound.

Bright and Feng Mingchao learned to play "Mudi", "Little Cattle Herding", "Partridge Flying", "Yellow Warbler Bright Wings", "Five Zizi" and so on. Later, Feng Mingchao began to like to play with sticky birds, threw away the flute, but the bright one blew down. Bright first played the ready-made tune, and then the flute was played and began to blow away at will with the flute. Say it is casual, not random, or blow according to your own mind, according to the things you think, and according to the things you think of again and again. For example, he often remembered that when he was six years old in Hankou, he rescued his mother's stills from the needle board of a firewood house, threw his mother's picture into the Yangtze River, and his mother suddenly stood up from the stills and sang and danced on the Yangtze River; for example, when he took the reverse train, it took two months to run from Hunan to Yanjin, and his grandmother's family went to the courtyard, and the leaves fell on the ground, and the jujube tree in the courtyard that was more than two hundred years old also died with his grandmother; now, the jujube tree also died with his grandmother; And he blew these things into a song.

Blowing and blowing can often blow outside the things, blowing out his inexplicable feelings and moods about the world; blowing these things, not these things; the mood hidden in these songs can only be understood and indescribable. Bright also thought, if you can speak, can use the vernacular to speak, what else to do with the flute? Feng Ming taught Bright to play the flute, but what the flute can blow is still bright and self-realized. On this day, Bright was playing the flute in front of the crops, and saw the owner of the restaurant, Lao Zhu, standing on the other side of the river, looking at this side, and stopped the flute. Old Zhu waved his hand on the other side:

"Boy, blow well, go ahead and blow."

Bright then blew down. Who knew that just after blowing, Old Zhu waved him to stop and asked:

"Boy, I can sing, I want to sing, can you give me accompaniment?"

Bright shook his head: "Uncle, I can only play music, I haven't learned to accompany the play." ”

Old Zhu waved his hand again: "Then forget it, you continue to blow yours." ”

Bright then blew down.

On this day, Bright was gluing pig hair with asphalt in the backyard of the restaurant, and a person stood in front of him, looking up, it was Li Yansheng. Li Yansheng put a big bag on the case next to him:

"Bright, talking is winter, it's time to change into thick clothes, I'll send you your cotton jacket and cotton pants and cotton shoes."

"Thank you uncle."

"Your father entrusted you to me, and I didn't take good care of you."

"Uncle, you've been taking care of me for ten years."

"If there is anything in the future, you should come to me and come to me."

"Got it, uncle."

"Just remember, don't go to my house to find me, go to the grocery store to find me."

"Got it, uncle."

"Speaking of which, I also know Old Zhu here, and just now I told him to let him take care of you in case of trouble, and he also agreed."

"Thank you uncle."

A heavy snow fell between the conversations. After the heavy snow, the weather suddenly became cold and dripped into ice. On this day, Bright was washing pig's trotters in the backyard, and Old Zhu stepped over in a fox fur coat, and when he saw Bright, he asked:

"Boy, why haven't you played the flute in the past few days?"

"Uncle, it's cold, I can't blow."

"Dead brain, you don't go to the river to blow, you can't blow in the house."

Bright didn't speak anymore. Lao Zhu:

"Boy, I ask you."

Bright held out his hand from the basin of water: "My hands are always soaking in the water, I am frozen and swollen, I can hold the flute, I can't cover my eyes." ”

Old Zhu patted his head on the door: "Boy, it is The great uncle who is careless." ”

The next day, Bright was transferred to the back kitchen and began to learn to stew pig's trotters with a master surnamed Huang. Stewed pig's trotters are in the gang room. In addition to learning the craft and doing the work, it is not as bitter and tired as washing pig's trotters; avoiding the bitterness and tiredness of stewing pig's trotters, and having a salary of two hundred yuan per month. From picking pig's trotters to stewing pig's trotters, it is equivalent to ascending to the heavens in one step, and Bright does not know whether it is the credit of his flute playing, or Li Yansheng has greeted Old Zhu, and Old Zhu cares for Bright; or both factors; it is not clear the reason, and it is impossible to ask Old Zhu, so it has to be confused. Fast forward a month, paid; Bright got his salary, took advantage of the work break, ran to the street, on a cold day, and drank three bottles of soda in one breath.

Three years have passed since talking, and Bright followed Master Huang to stew pig's trotters, just like when he learned to play the flute with Feng Mingchao, the time is long, the practice can make the skill, and the pig's trotters can also stew a look. The first two years of stewing could not look like, the pig's trotters either let him stew raw, or let him stew too much, thin, not chewy; or, a large pot of pig's trotters, this half of the stew is thin, the half is not yet cooked, master Huang has to clean up again. Of course, the rotten ones can no longer be cleaned up, so they can only clean up the stews and sell the rotten ones to the elderly with bad teeth. But the kung fu pays off, after three years, a large pot of pig's trotters, bright can be stewed, but also not stewed into a thin rot; cooked together, not raw and cooked unevenly; but the taste and texture, or with Master Huang's hands-on stewing is worse. Master Huang said, this is right, I stewed for thirty years, you stewed for three years, if the taste is the same, I should not go home? Bright felt that what Master Huang said was also reasonable.

In June of that year, the classmates who were in middle school at that time arrived at the day of the university entrance examination. In August, the college entrance examination had results, Guo Zikai was admitted to a university in Beijing, Feng Mingchao was admitted to a secondary school in Jiaozuo, and Dong Guangsheng was not admitted to a university or secondary school, and began to learn fortune telling with his father, Dong Lao. Bright thought that if he had been in middle school, he did not know whether he could be admitted to university or secondary school; if he could, he did not know where he would be admitted. At that time, his mother gave him a name called "Hanlin", hoping that he would be able to pass the examination like Hanlin in "The Legend of the White Snake", who knows that now, he has become a person who stews pig's trotters. He dropped out of school in his first year of high school, and looking at it like this, he was afraid that he would not have the opportunity to take the college entrance examination in his lifetime, and he would be a person who stewed pig's trotters all his life. Thinking of this, I can't help but sigh. If you want to sigh, you will also sigh whitely, so you will not sigh. When he was off from work, he came to the street to buy soda to drink; while drinking soda, he watched the people coming and going on the street; in the past, he was very familiar with Yanjin, and suddenly felt that Yanjin was very strange. The next day I didn't go out on the street, and I came to the restaurant and played the flute by the river. The flute was blown up at will, and it even blew up the strangeness of Yanjin; it blew and blew, secretly shedding a few tears.

Two months later, a new waitress from the restaurant, named Ma Xiaomeng; tall and tall, Bai Jing; she took the college entrance examination a few months ago, did not enter the university, and now she has also come to work as a "canopy marshal". When I was studying at Yanjin Middle School three years ago, LiangMing didn't remember seeing Ma Xiaomeng. If you want to have a dozen classes in a grade, it is impossible for every classmate to know each other. Maybe I saw it at the time and forgot about it later. Later, I heard others say that the reason why she did not go to college was because during high school, she only cared about falling in love. The male classmate she was in love with was admitted to college two months ago, went to Guangzhou, broke off contact with her, she couldn't think about it for a while, and even hanged herself at home. Fortunately, her mother found out early and rescued her. As soon as someone hanged himself, Bright remembered his mother.

Of course, the two hanged themselves for their own reasons. One hanged, one was rescued. Mom didn't save her, and it has something to do with bright. Bright sighed again. Then I thought, thinking about my mother's things is too late, thinking about Ma Xiaomeng's things is equivalent to worrying about others; thinking that they are useless, I don't want to think about them. Later, I learned that Ma Xiaomeng's family lived in Yanjindu, and there was a grocery store at the ferry port, and when Mingming went to Yanjindu to hang out before, he seemed to have seen this shop, and there was a plaque on the door of the "Ma Ji Grocery Store". What makes Bright strange is that Ma Xiaomeng has a home in Yanjindu, and when she is off work in the afternoon, she does not see her come home, and listens to the radio in the restaurant. During a work break, Bright was playing a flute on the edge of the crop field, and suddenly found Ma Xiaomeng watching him on the other side of the river. Bright stopped the flute, and Ma Xiaomeng asked:

"Bright, what tune are you blowing?" It's pretty good. ”

"Blow it casually."

"Is the song blown casually?" Say you're fat, you're still gasping. ”

Bright wanted to say that he really blew casually, blowing his mother on the Yangtze River, blowing the missing jujube tree in his grandmother's yard, blowing the strangeness of Yanjin... Isn't it blown casually? But it is too much effort to explain this; and it is not clear to explain it; it is said:

"I'm telling the truth, you don't believe it."

"Bright, I find you a very lonely person."

"Where did that come from?"

"I've been here for a month, and you haven't spoken to me." He also said, "On weekdays, if you don't say it, you will play a flute." And he said, "Why are you doing that?" ”

Bright thought, she was right, he didn't like to talk on weekdays; why? The reason himself could not think clearly for a while, and it was too difficult to explain, and the bright "hehehe" smile did not explain; he said:

"With you, I have one more thing I want to ask."

"What's the matter?"

"You have a grocery store at home, you want to be an officer, why don't you work at home, why don't you come here to work?"

"What do you care about?"

Bright thought, Ma Xiaomeng is also right, this matter really should not be in his care, it does not matter.

Two months later, Ma Xiaomeng went further away from part-time work, leaving the "Marshal of the Canopy" and going to Beijing to work. Before leaving, I didn't say hello to anyone at the restaurant, nor did I say hello to Bright. It is said that she went to Beijing and worked as a waiter in a restaurant. Bright thought, the hotel in Beijing must be much bigger than the "marshal of the canopy" in Yanjin, right?