Liu Lingzhong Short Story Anthology Series (323)

Butterfly (1)

Nowadays, the old wooden buildings of the villagers are blackened in color, the stone cattle pens are crooked to the east and west, and if they encounter the rainy season in June, the nearby mountains love landslides. Or collapse anywhere at a moment's notice. It may happen several times a year, you comb your hair, and raise your chin to look at the eyes, surrounded by several large areas of dazzling mudslide remnants from the top of the slope to the foot of the slope, and the back yang ditch of other people's homes is piled up at every turn. There was a time when lightning flashed and thundered, and even buried more than half of the stove room of the Jiuyangjin family, which was very dangerous. Small sections of gravel roads, as well as maple groves, brittle foot bones, and maple groves, were all sunk into silt and water. Earlier, the river was not as wide as it is now. The old village where they live has been built along the river since ancient times - of course, after immigration, everyone still lives on the riverside. However, the villagers moved a nest, just a little bit of land, and the government arranged for them to move to the top of Banpo Lao.

Once upon a time, you would have had to follow a path (with wild beast footprints, even plum paw prints) in a winding broad-leaved forest, which could take thirty or forty minutes, and you would have to be half tired to be able to climb to that kind of place. Oh, from the mouth of the big mountain, suddenly a cool breeze blew at the people, so cool, leafy maple trees, goose ears, alder leaf groves, including the big cedar trees rustled and rustled, so I didn't start to get hot and flustered. She remembered that it was once a family (all of them were melon vine relatives, the old people said that there were common ancestors five hundred years ago) planted with the terraced soil of baogu, one step was more difficult to climb than the other, and there was a place where the villagers were afraid to stand for a long time. She could see the smoke locked in the fog, hazy and distant rolling mountains. Layers.

Busy. Everybody sings mountain songs!

In the summer, pythons sneak in from thorn cages, fern grasses, and bushlands. Now, even the water used for cooking rice is to be brought from a yin hole to the village, using a black leather hose. Old place names. The older generation doesn't want to change it (they're afraid they're reluctant to do it either), but it's not the place where they used to live, and the location is much higher. At the end of 2005, when the dam of the hydropower station was lowered, the water was only then seen rising, and the lake surface was calm, still green and shady, blue and sparkling. The lake and mountains, the reflection of the peak shadow and the shadow of the towering clouds at the water's edge, spread out the morning glow, the light spots dance like the light spots, the lake is shining at noon, and when dusk comes, the light spots become a little gray. The sun and moon overhead are certainly still the same, and it is impossible for any change. Tengu eats the sun old man said it would bring disaster, which frightened the girl. Nowadays, few people knock on the pot, and they all say that it is not cost-effective to spend money to buy it. The water flooded the childhood, along with the many stories that were heard. In the villages and villages along the river, I heard the villagers who had gone out say that the situation in the seedling fields was similar.

Those who came to her village to eat red and white wine, send bamboo rice, carry dolls, casually find an excuse to go away from relatives, and walk silently from the road. Passing through the mountain road, looking for a way to do it everywhere, those who have familiar faces and those you don't recognize at all, go out (nothing more than part-time work and study two situations) and come home to walk unhurriedly, slowly. Fast is useless, looking at the mountain to run a dead horse. (You haven't seen anyone else for a long time, don't you think?) Of course, classmates, acquaintances, including relatives and friends who came to see bullfighting, blowing reeds and dancing in the new month, also sat around the red burning fire, noisy and noisy, mostly drinking, men guessing fists, roaring a few times. Pick up vegetables again, blow dead bulls, and talk about strange things. Women dressed in full costume. Sometimes they pretend to be serious, and more often they giggle. There are also guys who come to ask for kisses. The boys who are in love are much more handsome, and the ugly ones are in the minority. Most of their confidence comes from making money.

Speaking of drinking, the appetizers of the past and now are fond of fish. When important guests come, they will kill a black goat. Red sour soup fish, white sour soup fish, boiled fish, glutinous rice wine pepper drowned fish, air-dried fish, smoked wax fish. Lamb is eaten in no way as much as fish. Sometimes who will have a hare, a wild boar, a rock sheep, and a red-bellied pheasant forestry station that is against the law. Stew pork knuckle with yam. Steamed old bacon and sausages. Cold mix pork head meat sheep brain bump meat. Will fry a leek egg. Scrambled eggs with chili seeds. Four seasons of beans and rice boiled sauerkraut. The potatoes are cut into slices and boiled sauerkraut. Some relatives have picked up the horses and will probably live for a few days. The older generation said that many years ago there were still quilts on their backs, and I am afraid that they still exist now. There are too many relatives, and I am afraid that I will not be able to take care of them. Farmers don't leave when they are idle, and they can't get busy. Now some people also buy cars. Everyone was firing cannons to congratulate him. The most troublesome thing about Simpung-nyu, I'm afraid, is that she wasn't born to her parents, and they said she was floating in a wooden foot basin. Oh my God, that foot basin is still there, and I can't find it again.

When he grew up, Xin Bangniu suddenly wanted to laugh.

"Rumors like this actually exist everywhere, and there are still many."

Among her middle school classmates, almost half of them had similar troubles, for example, from a bag of grass that was born in a nest, sitting in a wooden foot basin, floating down the water, hanging from a coarse chaff tree (wasn't it a bird change), the gate of the Land Temple (where there was a door), picked up, right in the place of Shi Dangdang, or she really broke out of a certain crow's nest, and a dog came and cried in the bridge hole. The variety of tricks is simply varied. These are all tung oil ling on the path, there are horse teeth in front of the house and behind the house, and it happens to be sleet, people sit by the hot fire pond to drink, sing, and the boss who loves to remember is the most.

I thought that this was also what happened to Xu Lizhen when she was a child. She was about three years old, maybe four, and I don't remember that well. You can also recall the fog locked river, the bend of the big river, and the fishing boats, including the cormorants standing alone on the bow of the boat. The boat was called the Old Crow (Pronounced) boat, and there was a pond fire in the compartment that had not been extinguished for many years.

However, it is really difficult to judge, the memory has been engraved in her brain since it was so young, and it is also possible that such a commonplace landscape will not change much every day. For example: the sleet in the countryside or the snowflakes that flutter unscrupulously, the branches and jade trees that make the snow cover and cover the footprints and smells of wild animals, the tung oil on the road and the muddy areas on the way to and from school, as if they do not change from year to year, and it is easy to remember. She recalls washing her feet by the ditch and sitting on a rock to change into a pair of cloth shoes. He always thought in his heart, would it be to follow the adults to the town to count the rings, involving the corners of Nai's clothes, afraid of losing them.

And are you afraid of being caught by Gadau (Han Chinese)?

When she was very young, she didn't change her name.

In their place, girls' families are not likely to have formal names. She even suspected, including before the boys became adults. This was probably the farthest she had been away from home. The teacher who went out to study took her scientific name, and in the blink of an eye she was already in high school.

Maybe it was also The first time Xin Bang New returned to that county town.

Oh yo, there are a hundred and ten miles of waterways, and that time I went by canopy boat. Daddy sent her there that time. Dad was always stuffy like a gourd, sitting in the canopy of bark (grass, plastic paper), smoking paper cigarettes non-stop. If you are crowded in the pile of men, you can get drunk when you smell the smoke. It was as if Dad had drunk rice last night and hadn't had time to wake up. Now with his eyes half closed, he himself particularly hated to drill out and look at the scenery on both sides of the strait.

Dad was used to it. He was a migrant worker for many years, and the villagers said that her father had seen the world. In fact, those people and dad are completely unfamiliar, and the meaning does not understand him.

"I even thought he was a little strange."

She sat on the boat that was going to high school in the county seat that year. Xu Lizhen rested on her elbows on the boat gang, her body leaning against the cover roll, and in the flower oil paper bag was some of her change of clothes, a pink plastic basin with a red panda eating bamboo leaf pattern. The thing she thought about the most on the boat was when she was in the second grade of junior high school, it was snowing heavily that day, and the guy who was staying in the town of Bridge, where her family was staying. His name was Hisuginsuo, and he followed his uncle from another province to work and wanted to walk home. He later became her porphyra (boyfriend).

I don't know what happened at that time. Xin Bangniu went downstairs and wanted to go to the toilet, but he met Yang Jiujinsuo. He grabbed her hand and held it tightly, desperately not letting go, and then they both squinted and hugged each other in the cowpen and fell asleep all night. They also learned to kiss people on TV. It wasn't until it was almost dawn that Xin Bangniu lightly touched the stairs, and the stupid head and stupid brain burrowed into the cold iron quilt. I recalled that Jiujinsuo had a smell in his mouth, which was a little dry and metallic at the beginning, and then there was more saliva, and it brought back a little sweetness.

Even now, Xin Bangniu can't forget his body odor. That sweat. He breathed heavily. Yang Jiujinsuo later went to the town middle school to find her five times. She didn't dare to promise to continue to be his porphyrin. Hisajinsuo finished his farm work at home in May, and he was going out to work again. Later, Yang Jiujinsuo went to the county no. 1 Middle School to find her twice, and wanted to invite Xin Bangniu to eat a meal. He also gave her a big stick of flowers on her birthday.

But in the first semester of her junior year of high school, Yang Jiujinsuo jumped off a building and died in a factory in another province.

The flowers were in full bloom and attracted a large flock of golden house bees. Someone was singing, and the soft, tail note dragged long, affectionate tone broke the tranquility of the turquoise river in the morning. The river is blue, and the ripples of the water spread in three directions from fast to slow. The bitter plum blossoms, pear blossoms, and cherry blossoms on the ridge are snow-white. Peach blossoms are large and pink, and indeed they are more dazzling. This scenery is all imagined by Xu Lizhen, she went to the county town to study high school should be at the end of August, where these flowers compete for beauty.

It is possible that the spiral flowers, bougainvillea, the thousand miles of light, the wild chrysanthemums and the mountain bitter thorns are blooming on the gentle slopes on both sides of the river.

It was drizzling. I don't remember very well, many times back and forth, it is possible which day is the sun shining. Xin Bangniu had carefully read "Border City" in junior high school. She immediately remembered the sad stories of Cuicui and her grandfather at the great river of Chatong. In the bow of the ship how to see the vigilant cormorant.

The fish tripped in the aquatic weeds and splashed.

The fine ripples on the surface of the water also widened wider and wider.

At that time, the old people would only call her Xin Bangniu, and Xu Lizhen only had teachers and some classmates shouting. His father's surname was Xu, and even this surname and his first name were not used very often. If she was a boy, she could probably be called Xu Xinbangniu by others. But as a girl she could only call Xin and also call her list. "Bang, Bang, Mom's daughter, what are you doing?" Mom's voice hoarsely called out to her, "Hurry up and come back, hurry up and eat!" ”

Her mother pointed to a flower to show her. Of course, the list also means flower; the purple-red rabbit ear flower.