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twelve

The next day, Cui Cui came to the vegetable garden under the White Pagoda for the second time. When she was asked her opinion by her grandfather for the second time, her heart was still pounding and she bowed her head and ignored it. She just pinched onions with her hands. Grandpa smiled and thought, "Let's wait and see. If we continue, all the onions will be pinched off. " At the same time, it seems that this is actually a bit strange. It's no use talking more, so I will hold back and lead the question to another thing with an artificial joke.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. In June, the weather was a little hot, so the old boatman moved a dusty black pottery jar out of the corner. He also took some time to make a round cover with a few boards. He sawed wood to make a tripod, planed out a big bamboo tube, tied it with kudzu vine, and put it on the edge of the jar as furniture for tea. Since the tea urn was moved to the stream, Cui Cui has burned a big pot of boiling water and poured it into the tea urn every morning. Sometimes add some tea to the jar, sometimes just put down some burnt rice crust and throw it into the jar while it is still burning. As usual, the old boatman prepared some root bark for treating rash, abdominal pain and blister ulcer, and put these medicines at home as eye drops. Seeing that the transitional people were wrong, he hastily accepted them, kindly forced passers-by to use his prescriptions, and told people the sources of many first-aid prescriptions (these prescriptions were naturally learned from the military doctors and wizards in the city). He stood in the square boat with bare arms all day, his head was often bare, with short white hair, like silver in the sun. Cui Cui is still a happy person, running and singing in front of the house. When he is not walking, he sits in the shade of a high cliff in front of the door, playing a small bamboo flute. Grandpa seems to have forgotten to propose marriage, and so has Cui Cui.

However, the matchmaker soon came to catch his breath again. As before, my grandfather put all the blame on Cui Cui and sent the matchmaker away. Later, I talked to Cui Cui again, but it didn't work.

The old boatman couldn't figure out what the knot was, and he couldn't solve it. When he lies in bed at night, he often falls into a deep thought and vaguely realizes one thing-Cui Cui loves his parents, but he doesn't love him. Thought of here, he smiled, reluctantly because of fear. In fact, he was a little sad, because he suddenly felt that Cui Cui was all like the mother, and vaguely felt the fate of mother and daughter. A pile of things from the past swarmed in, and I couldn't sleep any more. A man ran out of the house and went to the high cliff by the stream, looking at the stars in the sky and listening to the sound of rain by the weaver girl and various insects, and stayed up for a long time.

Cui Cui naturally ignored this matter. Although the girl plays and works every day, and gallops for some very mysterious and incomprehensible things in her little heart, she still sleeps soundly at night.

But everything will change in a period of time. The quiet and ordinary life of this family was completely broken by a series of days.

The boat is always smooth at home. On the one hand, the old man's story about Tianbao has been known by his parents. Seeing him off also let my brother know his heart. This is my brother to him, and at the same time, he fell in love with his granddaughter who raised the ferry. This is not surprising to the locals. As the saying goes, "fire can burn everywhere, water can flow everywhere, the sun and the moon can shine everywhere, and love can be found everywhere." It can't be a rare news that the eldest son on a rich boat falls in love with the poor daughter who works on the ferry. It's a little difficult, but when the two brothers find out who should get this woman as their wife, do they have to fight a bloody battle according to the rules of the teahouse?

In this respect, the two brothers can't use a knife, but they don't want to have "lovers' concessions", such as the absurd actions made by timid men in metropolis when they love and hate each other.

My brother and younger brother are at a shipbuilding place in the upper reaches of the river, looking at the new boat at home and telling all their worries to the younger brother next to the new boat; By the way, this idea was planted two years ago. The younger brother listened with a smile. They walked along the river bank from the shipyard to the squire king's new mill. Eldest brother said:

"Parents, you are very lucky. You are the chief son-in-law of the Wang clique, and you have a mill. As for me, if I get things done, I should take over the old hand and row the ferry. I'm very happy about that. I also want to buy two hills in Bixi Village, plant a big bamboo on the boundary, and enclose this stream as my stockade! "

Parents still listened silently, holding a crescent sickle in their hands and cutting the vegetation on the roadside at will. When they arrived at the mill, they stopped and said to his brother:

"Senior, do you believe that this woman has someone in her heart?"

"I don't believe it."

"Senior, do you believe this mill will be mine in the future?"

"I don't believe it."

So they went into the mill.

The parents said, "Don't ask you any more. If I want a ferry instead of a mill, and the idea was two years ago, do you believe it? "

Eldest brother was really taken aback. He watched Nuo sitting on the horizontal axis of the grinding board to see his parents off. Knowing that his parents were not lying, he stood closer and put his hand on his parents' shoulders, trying to pull them down. He understood and smiled. He said, "I believe you are telling the truth!" " "

Parents focus on younger brother, honestly say:

"Big old, believe me, this is true. I had planned to arrive long ago. If the family doesn't agree, if there is, I really want to go to the ferry! -You tell me, what about you? "

"Dad has listened to my words and asked Yang in the city to make Baoshan for me and go to the ferry!" When the old man talked about this marriage procedure, he seemed to know that the old man wanted to laugh at him and explained his intention to go to Baoshan. Just "because the old man said that the car has a road and the horse has a road, so I took the road."

"What about the result?"

"I can't get any results. The old mouth contains plums and I don't understand. "

"What about the road?"

"On the way, the old man said that if he walked a short distance, he would have to sing songs on the high cliffs of Bixi Village for three years and six months. Sing Cui Cui softly and Cui Cui will be mine. "

"That's a good idea!"

"Yes, a stutterer can't talk and sing. But it's not my turn yet. I'm not a bamboo finch, and I can't sing. Who knows whether the old man is going to marry his granddaughter to a singing waterwheel or to find a proper family to marry! "

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to sue the old man and ask him to tell the truth. Just a word. No, I went to Taoyuan by boat. If I succeed, I will support the ferry and I promised him. "

"What about singing?"

"This is your specialty. If you want to be a bamboo finch, go quickly. I won't check the horse manure in your mouth. "

When parents see their brother like that, they know how worried his brother is about it. He understands his brother's temperament, which represents the rude and straightforward side of teahouse people. He is good at it and gives it to others generously. Maybe, my uncle will be one and two. You don't want to walk if you fail on the road; But as soon as he heard his parents' confession, he knew that the road between them was separate and he couldn't talk about his own affairs. So he is a little angry and indignant, which can't be concealed.

Parents came up with an idea, that is, the two brothers at the foot of the mountain went to Bixi Village to sing together, so that no one knew it was two brothers, and they took turns singing. Whoever gets the answer will continue to serve the granddaughter who rowed the ferry with her victorious lips. Old people can't sing well, and when it's their turn, they are still replaced by old people. It is extremely fair that two people decide their own happiness by fate. When he suggested it, the old man felt that he couldn't sing and didn't want him to make bamboo finches for him. However, Raul's poet personality made his very persistent brother realize this method. Parents say it is necessary to do so, so that everything will be fairer.

My brother proposed to think about it and gave a wry smile. "X niang of, he is not a bamboo finch, also please bro do bamboo finch? All right, that's it. Let's each take turns singing. I don't need your help either. I will do everything by myself. Owls in the Woods sound terrible. When it wants a wife, it calls itself, Dont Ask For Help! "

After the two discussed it properly, they calculated the dates: today 14, tomorrow 15 and the day after tomorrow 16. It's the big moon weather that follows. It's midsummer and it's neither too hot nor too cold in the middle of the night. I wore a sweater with a white shirt and went to those high cliffs where the moonlight shone. According to the local custom, I sang honestly for a "newborn calf". When the dew falls, the song becomes dull. When it's time to go home, take advantage of the waning moon to go home. Or go to the familiar mill that works all night, take a nap in the warm barn and wait for dawn. All the arrangements are extremely natural, and what the result is, although they don't understand, it looks extremely natural. The two decided to do this kind of competition recognized by local customs from that night.

thirteen

When dusk came, Cui Cui sat under the white tower at the back of her house, watching the sky baked into pink clouds by the sunset. In the 14th Zhongzhai, many businessmen in the city bought out mountain products through Zhongzhai, and there were also many people in transition. Grandpa is busy on the ferry in the stream. It's almost evening, and all the other birds seem to have rested, except the cuckoo. Stones and soil were exposed to the sun all day, and vegetation was exposed to the sun all day. At this time, each emits a kind of hot air. The air smells of earth, plants and beetles. Cui Cui looked at the red clouds in the sky and listened to the chaotic voices of businessmen floating from the ferry to the countryside. Her heart was a little thin and desolate.

The evening is still gentle, beautiful and calm. But if a person realizes or investigates this situation, it will appear a little thin and desolate in this dusk. So, this day became a painful thing. Cui Cui felt as if something was missing. It seems that the day is about to pass, and I want to climb up in a new personnel, but I can't. It seems that life is too ordinary, and mature life can't stand it. So I was thinking:

"I'm going to take a boat down to Taoyuan County to cross Dongting Lake, and let my grandfather call me all over the city with gongs and drums and come to me with lanterns and torches."

She thought of such an impossible thing, as if she were deliberately angry with her grandfather. And imagine, after she left, my grandfather used various methods to find her, but there was no result. When he arrived, he couldn't help lying on the ferry.

"People shouted:' Transition, transition, old uncle, what's wrong with you! "Never mind," why? I left for Taoyuan County like Cui Cui! "What are you going to do?" What should I do? Take a knife, put it in a bag and take a boat to kill her! ' ……"

Cui Cui seems to really listen to this conversation and become afraid. She screamed at grandpa and ran from the ridge to the creek ferry. I saw grandpa pulling a boat in the middle of the stream, the people on board were talking, and the little careful son was still jumping.

"Grandpa, grandpa, you pull the boat back!"

The old boatman didn't understand her meaning, thinking that Cui Cui was going to do it for him, so he said:

"Cui Cui, wait a minute, I'll be right back!"

"Aren't you going to pull it back?"

"I'll be right back!"

Cui Cui sat by the stream, looking at everything covered by dusk on the stream, and then at a group of transitional people on the ferry. One of them smoked with a sickle, peeled off a cigarette rod from the side of the boat and knocked on the ash, and suddenly began to cry.

When my grandfather pulled the boat back, he saw Cui Cui sitting on the shore and asked her what it was. Cui Cui was silent. Grandfather asked her to cook with fire. After thinking for a while, she felt that she was crying ridiculously. She went back to the house and sat by the dark fire to make a fire. Then she went to the high cliff outside the door and called grandpa home. The old boatman, who didn't work hard, didn't go ashore until he knew that the transition people were going back to the city for dinner. When they came, they crossed one, so it was inconvenient for people to stand on the shore and wait. Stand at the bow and tell Cui Cui to do something. After passing through the crowd, he will go home for dinner.

Cui Cui asked her grandfather for the second time, but he ignored her. She sat on the cliff and felt very sad.

At night, there is a big firefly with a blue light shining on its tail, and it flies over Cui Cui quickly. Cui Cui thought, "Look how far you fly!" "I chased my eyes with the bright light of fireflies. The cuckoo called again.

"Grandpa, why don't you come up? I want you! "

On the boat, my grandfather heard this charming and complaining voice and replied gruffly, "Cui Cui, I'm coming, I'm coming!" On the one hand, he said to himself, "Cui Cui, what would you do without grandpa? "

When the old boatman came home, he saw that the house was still dark and only the kitchen was on fire. I saw Cui Cui sitting on a low stool by the fire, his hands blindfolded.

Only when I walked by did I know that Cui Cui had been crying for a long time. Grandfather came half a day later, but he bent down and paddled in the boat. When he has a rest, his hands and waist will ache. According to the rules, when he comes home, he will smell the melon and vegetable stewed in the pot, and he can also see the shadow of Cui Cui arranging dinner running around in the light. Things are a little different today.

Grandpa said, "Cui Cui, if I'm late, you'll cry. Is that all right? " ? Am I dead? "

Cui Cui was silent.

Grandpa added, "Don't cry, be an adult, and don't cry no matter what happens. To survive in this land, we must work hard and be strong! "

Cui Cui took her hand away from her eyes and approached her grandfather. "I won't cry."

At dinner, my grandfather told Cui Cui some interesting stories. So I mentioned the mother of the dead Cui Cui. After they finished their meal under the soybean oil lamp, the old boatman drank half a bowl of white wine because of work fatigue. After dinner, he was in high spirits and went to the high cliff outside with Cui Cui to tell stories in the moonlight. Said something about the poor mother's cunning, and at the same time said something about the poor mother's tenacity, which made Cui Cui sound fascinated.

Cui Cui sat in the moonlight, holding her knees, beside her grandfather, and asked many stories about the poor mother. Sometimes I sigh, as if there is something heavy in my heart, and I want to move it away, so I let it out, but I can't move it away.

The moonlight shines like silver, and the bamboo poles on the mountain turn black in the moonlight. Insects are singing like rain in the grass around us. From time to time, I don't know where, suddenly there will be a grass warbler "(left mouth and right side) (left mouth and right side) (left mouth and right side) Shh! "Pinch its throat, before long, the bird seems to understand that it is midnight and should not be so noisy, so it still sleeps with its eyes closed.

Grandpa is in a good mood at night. When Cui Cui told a story, he mentioned how the people of our city sang songs twenty years ago and how they became famous in the Sichuan-Guizhou border region. Cui Cui's father is a local first-hand singer, and various metaphors can be used to explain the knot of love and hate. These things are also mentioned. How much Cui Cui's mother likes singing, and how she sang with her father during the day before they met. One cuts bamboo on a bamboo raft halfway up the mountain, and the other pulls a boat on a river ferry. These things are also mentioned.

Cui Cui asked, "What happened later?"

Grandpa said, "It took a long time, and the most important thing is that this way of singing brought you out."