Yu Qiuyu prose: It rained that day

From the time my father and mother got married to the time I was born, the world changed a lot.

Four months after mom and dad got married, Germany announced its surrender and the War in Europe ended; three months later, Japan announced its surrender and the War of Resistance Against Japan ended.

These major events have been turned upside down in Shanghai, but the countryside does not know it. No newspapers, no roads, no schools, no news out there. The people of the four villages all lived their most primitive lives, planting rice, raising silkworms, fishing, self-sufficiency, and always insufficient. The real rulers of these villages are bandits and bullies.

When my grandmother returned to her hometown, she immediately understood that there was only one place to go, and that was to go to Wushan Temple to pray to the Buddha. The social activist who was in the limelight in Shanghai lost all his social resources and went to the Buddhist temple to overdo it for his dead relatives.

On this day, there were seven or eight middle-aged and elderly women in the Buddhist hall who were chanting the Buddha together. The grandmother with her eyes closed suddenly heard a gentle footstep stopping in front of her, and quickly opened her eyes, only to see the abbot of this small temple, the monk, Awake Zen, standing in front of her. The grandmother quickly stood up, and the monk said with a glowing look in his eyes, "Just now the great monk of the Golden Immortal Temple sent his apprentices to report that the Japanese had already announced their unconditional surrender yesterday!" ”

"Unconditional surrender?" The grandmother repeated it in a low voice, and the large tears immediately burst out of her eyes. The middle-aged and elderly women were surprised to ask her what was wrong, and she only bowed deeply to the waking Zen monk, and then immediately turned to go home, and she wanted to tell my mother about this earth-shattering news at the first time.

Behind him, the awakening zen monk was excitedly explaining to the women.

My grandmother came home and told my mother, and my mother said, "I must tell my father about this matter immediately," so I hurried out of the house and went to Zhujia Village.

When Grandpa heard the news, he stood in the patio and looked up at the sky for a while, then walked unhurriedly to the corner, bent down to spin out a pot of wine, and took a small one

The head gently knocked on the sealing mud at the mouth of the altar.

Grandma said, "The half altar in the kitchen has not been drunk yet, and it is open again?" ”

Grandpa said, "This is too big, half an altar is not enough." ”

He took the wine from the altar with a long-handled bamboo spoon, poured it into a large blue-rimmed porcelain bowl, lifted it up, and walked to the center of the vestibule in front of the hall. He lifted the wine bowl to his forehead, bent down to the south, and then straightened up and spilled the wine bowl south. After doing this, he took the blue-edged porcelain bowl and returned to the inside, still using a long-handled bamboo spoon to take the wine from the altar, and then brought it to the center of the vestibule and spilled it to the east. Then, repeat twice, once to the west and once to the north.

After spilling in all four directions, he waved at my mother and said, "Ah Xiu, you are going to drink with me today!" ”

Mom said, "Dad, I'll accompany you for a few sips." Now there is only one mother-in-law in the house, and I want to go back early. ”

When my mother returned to The Yu family, my grandmother carefully asked my grandfather how she reacted when she heard the news, and then said, "Ah Xiu, let's light more lights tonight." ”

Mom said, "Okay, light that glass shade lamp!" ”

At that time, the lights lit in Yujia Village were all on a gray kerosene dish. The glass lamp was my mother's dowry, which was a luxury in Yujia Village. After my mother lit the light, she said, "I'll move it to the window." ”

Grandmother said, "Yes, move to the window." ”

Outside the window, it was dark. Mom knew that if she were in Shanghai, it would be an all-night parade tonight, and my grandmother would lead a large number of staff from the refugee shelter out to participate in the national celebration.

"I'll go and fry some peanuts." Grandmother said and stood up.

"Okay, I'll help you." Mom followed and walked toward the kitchen.

After seven days, my mother went to the street to see if there was a fast letter from Shanghai in the south goods store with a mailbox.

A question, just arrived. Mom stood on the street corner and quickly took it apart, and sure enough, Dad came to report the news of Japan's surrender. But there was a passage after the letter that made my mother nervous.

Dad said in the letter that my aunt Yu Zhixing had already celebrated the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japan on the night of celebrating the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japan, and announced to the people on the street that she was officially married to her revolutionary comrade-in-arms. At that time, like them, there were more than a dozen couples. The next day, the aunt suddenly woke up, the grandmother knew that she must be angry, but it was too late, she decided to take her husband to the countryside with her husband to ask her grandmother for guilt in a few days. In the letter, Dad asked Mom to make a little test of Grandma first.

After dinner that day, My mother told my grandmother about my father's letter. She praised the carnival scene of the Shanghai youth on the night of the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japan, and pretended to be relaxed and said that many lovers announced their marriage on the spot, and her grandmother listened to it and smiled closely.

"Mom, I really hope that Zhi Xing and Zhi Shi will also pull out their own objects that night and announce their marriage together!" Mom said, looking carefully at Grandmother.

Grandmother said, "They have such a good fortune!" ”

Mom said, "Zhi Xing said that he would announce his marriage after we got married for half a year." That night..."

The grandmother immediately turned her head and looked at her mother: "Is there anything else written on Zhi Jing's letter?" "It's really sensitive.

Mom smiled and said, "Sure enough, it's a great mother." Zhi Xing really announced that night..."

Grandmother's face was suddenly beaten with a layer of frost.

At this time, my mother was flustered, and she was persuaded for half a day.

Grandmother didn't seem to hear anything, like clay sculptures of wood.

Finally, the grandmother said "Sleep" and went back to her room.

The next day, at breakfast, my grandmother said to my mother, ".

I haven't even seen that person. I'm alone, so many years, just one of her daughters, and she knows..."

Mom heard that my grandmother's speech today was very unfavorable, and even the tone of her voice changed, so she immediately interrupted and said, "It's not right." Let them kneel a little longer as they apologize! ”

"You wrote to Zhijing, and I didn't see them, and told them not to come, and it was useless to come." Grandmother said it to the point.

It was raining on the day I was born. The rain is not big, nor is it small, and the midwife is invited from outside the village to hold up an oil-paper umbrella. The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella was loud.

According to the customs of my hometown, the mother-in-law is not allowed to enter the daughter-in-law's delivery room, so the grandmother stands outside the delivery room door. Neighbor women boil hot water in the kitchen, and when they come in and out, they will ask the midwife "Is the little hairy head a man or a woman" and "the small hairy head is not heavy" or not. Grandmother said, "Don't call him a little hairy head, let him have a small name as soon as he is born." ”

"What's your nickname?" The neighbor woman asked.

The grandmother thought for a moment, then looked out the window again and said, "The little name is casual." Autumn, rain, ready-made, is called autumn rain. After two days of rain stopping, I went to the temple and asked the monk to take one. ”

The next day the rain stopped, and my grandmother slipped and twisted to the temple. The monk of Awakening Zen scratched the paper for a moment and then looked up and said, "Chang Gung". He also cared that it was not the root of the tree, but the geng of Nian Geng.

On the way home, my grandmother thought, no matter what it is, it sounds the same, there are already two in the village, how to divide it in the future?

She still did not enter the delivery room, stood at the door and said to her mother: "The name taken by the monk cannot be used, and it is heavy with others." I have to find someone else... Hey, how can I be so confused, you're a reader, why don't you let yourself go? ”

Mom lay shyly on the bed and said, "It's still your nickname you took yesterday." ”

"My nickname?" autumn rain? ”

"Yes. I wrote to his dad and asked him to settle. ”

Mom also wanted to try my dad's cultural accomplishment. Dad wrote back and said, "Okay. Two common words, poetic, and not repeated with others. ”

So, the wetness of the day was retained.

Since then, I have been me. Then, all the titles in this book will be changed according to my identity. In addition to my grandmother, father, and mother, my father's sister Yu Zhixing should be called my aunt, and my father's brother Yu Zhishi should be called uncle. My mother's sister, the big miss of the Zhu family, I should call my aunt, and Mr. and Mrs. Zhu Chenghai, I should respectfully call my grandfather and grandmother.

Grandpa came on the morning of the seventh day after I was born. As soon as he entered the door, he raised his voice: "I heard that I took a name called Autumn Rain, well, this name was specially given to me to write poetry." He cleared his throat and whispered, "Bamboo hedge-hut-listen to the autumn rain, oh no, Ping Shu is wrong." Autumn is a flat sound, and there should be a slang sound here..."

Mom knew that this was Grandpa showing off to herself, so she smiled lightly and said to the door of the delivery room: "Daddy, the bamboo hedge hut is also out of fashion!" ”

Grandpa said, "Well, wait until I have a little effort to write a poem." Your sister's son is named Yisheng, which is not bad, but it is not easy to write poetry. ”

Mom said: "Zhijing also said that the name of Autumn Rain is poetic. ”

"Zhi jing also understands poetry? How didn't he say it earlier! Grandpa shouted, "Otherwise, I don't have to hesitate." Let him hurry back once, see the child, and then look at me again. ”

Grandpa, Father, and Mother all know the famous poem: "Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad." But for poetic reasons, they chose the name anyway.

Disaster is my destiny. However, this kind of disaster is related to poetry.