Famous writer Pan Yu novella ll "Landscape and Water" (Series 1)

Famous writer Pan Yu novella ll "Landscape and Water" (Series 1)

The green water and green mountains are the golden mountains and silver mountains.

One

The melancholy autumn rain, unhurried and unhurried, the sound of the water and the asphalt are non-stop...

Next to the muddy road of Shuiwangou, a small tavern, the outer wall is wrapped in perennial falling coal powder, under the wash of rain, revealing a series of white and gray colors, as if it is a helpless erhua face. Under the eaves hung a dirty red cloth, the symbol of the tavern, shivering bitterly under the sloping wind and drizzle, as if tired of this noisy and gray ravine.

Inside the tavern, it was deserted, and at only a square table against the wall sat two young people, Fei Yu and Shi Zhu, bored drinking shochu. Fei Yu had a whole bottle of Jinshan Old Cellar under his belly, his face was red, and he could not hold back the impassioned language, held aloft the glass wine glass, and said loudly to the frowning stone pillar on the opposite side:

"Stone pillar, come! We brothers would rather hurt the body than hurt feelings. drink! Dry!"

"Brother Feiyu, don't drink it." Shi Zhu said.

"How much do you drink?" Uncle Jiu is the director in the city, and every day someone asks for a drink - cough, no alcohol, no guts! Come, flowers and flowers - pour more full for brother!" Fei Yu pointed to the mountain flower next to him and said loudly.

Shan hua filled Fei Yu with wine again.

"Fill the stone pillars too!" Fei Yu shouted.

"Little Fei Brother, the amount of wine in the stone pillar is small, don't pour it." Yamahana explained.

"Huh? Why eccentric - look at the stone pillar?"

"You've drunk too much, say something." Shanhua said.

"Flowers, pour me full!" The stone pillar sitting opposite Fei Yu stirred up and shouted, "Dry!"

"Dry!" Shi Zhu "ping-pong" touched Fei Yu's wine glass "grunt" and reached the bottom.

"Hua Hua - and then to the brother - pour wine." Fei Yu's tongue stiffened.

"Little Brother Fei, you are drunk." Shanhua said.

"I—no—drunk—"

"There's no more wine." Shanhua dropped her long hair behind her head and stood behind the counter and said.

"No wine, can't you?" Afraid of brother credit?" Fei Yu took out a few hundred yuan tickets from his arms, stood up slowly, walked to the counter and threw them: "Give, Hua Hua." ”

"Little Fei Brother, you don't need that much money."

"Flowers, brother has money, all exist in you." Fei Yu's mouth was splashed with spit, and his big red eyes stared at the delicate pink face of the mountain flower. Suddenly, he grabbed Yamana's hand that reached over to pay back the money and pulled forward across the counter.

"Little Fei Brother, you have drunk too much, go away wow!" The mountain flower pulled her hand back.

"Not much, Hua Hua—" Fei Yu still took Shan Hua's hand and leaned forward, almost facing Shan Hua's face, and the thick wine squirted out of his mouth. Smoke the mountain flowers can not stop coughing,

"Boom!"

He kissed the mountain flower loudly.

"Little Flying Brother! What are you doing here? Go, go home!" Shi Zhu saw Fei Yu's indecent behavior, "suddenly" stood up and pushed Fei Yu out of the door, pulling him, and both of them disappeared into the vast rainy night.

Yo, water spirit black eyes, long eyelashes, why is it so beautiful? Fei Yu shook and walked on the empty mountain village path, and the face of the mountain flower kept coming to his mind. It is also strange that he and Shanhua grew up watching each other. In elementary school, the two sat at a long table. He drew a red line in the middle of the long table, and as soon as the mountain flower crossed the red line, he shouted, "Ugly girl!" But today he could clearly see that the Chushan flowers were not ugly, the little rosy lips, and the two round hills protruding from his chest. Fei Yu thought, his body became more and more manic, and the wine burned his heart like a fire, making him more and more excited, and in the "z" shape of the step, he simply ran. Fine raindrops dripped on the face, cool is very comfortable. Looking at the black and gray peaks in the distance, I don't know why, the mountains everywhere seem to float with the round, red face of the mountain flowers. He slammed the water droplets on his hair and rubbed his blurry eyes with his hands, but the shadow of the mountain flower could not go away. He happily let go of his throat and shouted at the hazy night sky: "Flowers-"

A soft echo came from the sky above the silent mountain village: "Flowers and flowers-"

Tall cement telephone poles stand beside the gravel path, sprinkled with a faint yellow light on their heads, as if they were the gentle smiles of mountain flowers. Fei Yu was anxious, quickly ran over to hold the pole, and murmured: "Hua Hua - you marry - give me - Hua Hua - I want - marry you - do - wife - Hua Hua - but the pole did not answer Fei Yu's meaning at all, still stupid

Standing in the drizzle. "Hua Hua—you say—words—Hua Hua—" His body slid down, and after a while, curled up under the telephone pole, "purring" and snoring, his hands still clutching the pole tightly, muttering slightly, "Hua Hua..."

Two days later in the evening.

Under the big elm tree in front of the village committee, as usual, a few kiln workers and villagers were still squatting and gambling money, and the rest of the people exchanged heads and ears and talked about it.

Fei Yu's father, Lao Zhao, ate dinner and took advantage of the fact that before the TV series started, he also came here to join in the fun. But I don't know why people were still talking about each other very warmly before, and when they saw him coming, they became silent, as if they were guarding him, "What?" He tugged at Sanwa's sleeve and asked.

"Well—how's Xiaofei doing lately?" Sanwa asked rhetorically.

"Nothing, just like to drink two or two cat urine."

"It's time for Xiaofei to marry a daughter-in-law."

"Who's looking for the boy?"

"Cough, look at you, there is his ninth uncle."

"Old Zhao, you come over." Suddenly, Director Hao of the village committee came out of the office and saw him say.

What's wrong with that? Old Zhao muttered in his heart, sat on the bench in the office, looked at Director Hao's pair of goldfish eyes that were dripping and turning, and caught the cigarette handed over.

"Old Zhao, there's nothing wrong with looking for you." Xiaofei this child is good, is to love to drink, but drinking is not a bad thing, life is good, his age is also older, is not looking for his ninth uncle in the city to find a job, children, all day is fine. It is easy to get into accidents, and besides, it has also come to fruition

Home time. Become a family, the heart is also taken back, this child, I don't hate, but you often talk about him. ”

"Director Hao, if you have anything to say, just say it, go around and around, what do you really want to say?" Old Zhao took a puff of his cigarette and said.

"That's right, the night before, Xiao Fei and Shi Zhu went to the small restaurant of Hua Hua to drink. Xiao Fei drank too much at that time, and some people said that he held on to the flowers. However, in my opinion, the young people at this time are open, and they are not flirting, playing well... What's so great... But ah, look up and don't look down, the neighbors, make people laugh. You go back and talk about Xiaofei, pay attention to it later. Oh, don't say it's me and you said it, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Old Zhao, it's nothing, you don't care too much. ”

Although Old Zhao had never studied, he was a man who wanted face in the village. He listened to director Hao's words, and his face turned white with anger, afraid that people's triangular eyes would emit a forced light. He inhaled the cigarette handed to him by Director Hao fiercely, stood up violently, supported the sweat-stained liberation hat rim, did not say goodbye to Director Hao, pushed open the door, and walked towards his home breathlessly.

Fei Yu had just returned from drinking, still emitting a strong smell of alcohol, sitting on the sofa laughing and cursing, watching a football game. The security door "rattled" open, and Old Zhao looked angry and rushed straight to Fei Yu, "Stand up!" He roared.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"You flirt with people?!"

"Who do you listen to?"

"Don't listen to who said it, is there such a thing?"

"Nothing!"

"Still hard!"

"Snap" A slap hit Fei Yu's face, revealing five red finger prints, "You lost all your face to Lao Tzu. Bastard!" Old Zhao became angrier and angrier, and picked up the broom standing in the corner of the wall to cover his face and hit Fei Yu.

Mother ran out of the kitchen. While grabbing the broom in Old Zhao's hand, he breathlessly counted down Old Zhao, "What kind of mighty are you playing, Xiao Fei?" Why don't young people drink some wine? What about Lara Flower's hand? You don't watch the young people on the TV are cuddling, Xiaofei, go back to the back room, ignore him!"

"Alas, you spoiled him!" Old Zhao sat on the couch and gasped for breath.

"You're like Hou Laozi, don't you feel sorry for me?" Fei Yu's mother nagged.

The night in the mountain village was quiet, and the sound of the machines on the coal kiln came over, looking so monotonous and so distant. Old Zhao did not close his eyes all night, sighed long and short, and thought bitterly about his son's future... Yes, Fei Yu has never suffered since he was a child, has not been angry; although he is willful and spends a lot of money - but beat him like last night, he also feels that it is too rude to his son, alas, or slowly reason with him... The white of the fish's belly gradually appeared on the glass window, and Old Zhao sat up, inhaling his cigarette distraughtly, and the fire on the cigarette butt flashed and flashed, illuminating his long tense face, until the golden sunlight shone in, and he quietly pushed open the door of Fei Yu's bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Fei Yu did not sleep as usual. The room was empty, the quilts were neatly folded, and a note was placed on it, which read:

Dad, Mom: I'm going to go out of the mountains and mix up a personal look.

Child Xiaofei.

Gray boy, there was still some out of breath, Old Zhao's heart was hot, and the hand holding the note trembled. (To be continued)

About the author: Pan Yu, pen name, Merlin. Inner Mongolia Tuzuo Banner people. Chief engineer of the former flag fertilizer plant. In his spare time, he has created many micro, short and novella novellas, among which "Remote Shanhe Village", won the "Grassland Literature Award" of the Inner Mongolia Literary Association, "Wolfberry Red", won the "Solongga" Award, the highest award in Inner Mongolia Literary Creation, and was listed as a "Grassland Fine Novel", and adapted into the movie "The Romance of the Plum King" and won the 2014 Hohhot "Five One Project" Award.

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