The "fool" in the village

I can't remember when it is summer. On the melon rack in front of grandpa's house, vines are wrapped around pumpkins, loofahs and vegetables. Sometimes, when a group of children are tired of playing, they sit under the vines and rest, eating or drinking in their mouths, telling jokes all the time, and their eyes are full of innocent happiness, which is the unique happiness of rural children. Grandpa likes children and is always cheerful. However, these children would never play in front of grandpa's house before.

There is a special existence in the village. I don't know his real age, and I don't know his real name, except that people in the village call him Bao stuffing. The stuffing is not alone. He also has a white-faced uncle. He is an amiable old man, but he looks very young. He often sends some food and drinks to the stuffing. Sometimes children are disobedient, and adults always say, "If you don't behave yourself, I'll take you away." This move is particularly good. If you use a lark, the child will stop crying at once. Of course, I was so scared, and he used to live opposite my grandfather's house.

? He lives in an adobe house, which is dark gray. There is really only one empty room, a blackened stove, a dirty rice spoon, a broken quilt and a pile of firewood. He was lying in a pile of firewood, otherwise, he was sitting at the door, smoking a stack of cigarettes and spitting mud circles, revealing a dark and oily hand. Otherwise, stand at the door, carrying a broken rice ladle and ticking black rice. Sometimes I grin when I see people, showing my yellow teeth and black teeth. When I was playing with a group of children, they pretended to be monsters and said, "Do you know that humans have heard of eating children? It's terrible. " "It's so dirty, like an old black witch." Children passing by always hide far away and dare not approach. But there are also some people, like beggars in neighboring villages. Although Bao Xian's home is surrounded by people, he often visits, sometimes taking a piece of steamed bread and sometimes taking some cigarettes. This is what I learned later.

? So, every few days at noon, Bao stuffing will go to grandpa's house to borrow cigarettes and paper. No, she wants cigarettes and paper. Grandma is cooking in the kitchen. I am playing with the cat in the yard. He came in quietly and never said hello. I always hide behind the altar and watch him secretly. The most terrible thing is not that he is dirty, but that his eyes are always swinging around like bells, and his little black eyes can't see clearly. In my impression, it was like a vicious snake, which scared me out of breath and curled up behind the altar like a frightened cat. I'm really scared, like all children.

? "Lao Cui, borrow a cigarette." His voice is not loud, but louder. Just as everyone in the room could hear him, my grandfather took out a paper bag and gave it to him.

? "hmm." I didn't say much, so I turned and left.

? I really don't have a good impression of such people. I also grumbled discontentedly: "I obviously wanted it, but I also said it was borrowed!" " For such a freeloader, my grandfather should not always be so generous. But grandpa said, "It's better to help those unlucky people." The so-called children's eyes on people are intuitive, and there are always reasons for not liking them. Just because I don't like coriander doesn't mean it's not delicious, but I really don't like the taste. Although the stuffing didn't hurt me, I was biased against him, probably because he was dirty. But once, let me have a little affection for this dirty person, even moved.

? Behind grandpa's house is a dense forest, which is a happy memory of childhood, because there is no such large area and few trees now. In the evening of summer, the white clouds on the horizon are rendered red, and it is not dark. Everyone eats dinner early, and it is a pleasure to touch the cicada and eat or sell it. At that point, it became an ocean of light. I loved to play when I was a child, and I often created a fearless heroic atmosphere for myself. I got separated from my grandfather when I was playing. I looked at the stars, at the flickering leaves under the light, and I didn't know where to go when I was jumping. I especially remember that it was dark nearby and it was an open-air cemetery. The wind rustled the leaves, and the endless black was like the devil's outstretched claws. After the disillusionment of Fearless Fantasy, I thought of insects and ghosts, and what I fear most is ghosts. I always feel that a ghost is watching me in the tree or underground. I dare not move. I squatted in front of a tree and began to cry. The cool wind still feels cold, and it makes people chill. Darkness scares me. After a while, I heard footsteps. This is a treasure filler. He stood before me and looked at me. I was so nervous that I stopped crying somehow. For a long time, he said in a rough and extremely gentle voice, "Let's go and take you home." That was the first time I heard such a voice. Although it still sounds like beating gongs and drums, I still feel the temperature. It was also the first time I followed him at close range. For the first time, I felt safe in front of this man, not afraid. I followed him, not talking with my head down, just walking, but my heart was at ease. Gradually I saw the bright light …

? It is said that such a person is a godsend, Xin Yuner, unfortunately. In extreme fantasy, they live in their own world, and there may be things they can't let go of and people they miss. We don't understand these things and neither do we. We only know that a person with a dirty appearance may have a pure soul. Just like stuffing.

? On Father's Memorial Day, the stuffing was even more melancholy. He may think of his father who has more bad karma than he does, but God is kind and let him go to heaven early. At noon, Bao Xian strolled to his uncle's house. He lost his mind for a moment and was about to leave when he heard his uncle's words: "If his mother hadn't acted like a woman and ran away with someone else, things wouldn't have happened now, leaving a fool for us to raise him ..." Bao Xian was furious and knocked down the door simply and rudely. Uncle's family is having lunch. He hugged his grandson and smiled happily. Bao Xian smashed the dining table as soon as he opened the door. On impulse, he pointed to his uncle and scolded him, as if to give his mother a statement. The child cried badly, and the uncle was very anxious. He picked up a stick and hit him when he went out. There are people at the gate. If things are wrong, help them quickly. Everyone's heart is bright, on the surface, they say nothing, but in the end, they are alienated from their uncle intentionally or unintentionally. I think the stuffing at that time probably didn't know what they were doing. He may just be emotionally driven by physical instinct, because he touched a soft corner and wanted to vent his anger on the bad guys he understood. Everyone in the village said that stuffing is not stupid. He knows everything, but he just doesn't say anything. What my uncle did is now known to the whole village.

? The night is as soft as a lake and as light as smoke. In the soft night, from time to time, there were several chirps of insects and croaking of frogs, which made them more lively and angry. That night, when I woke up from my sleep, I only felt my whole body shaking like an earthquake, filled with fireworks and peeling sounds. I was startled and sweated, and I realized something was wrong. Grandpa's house is brightly lit, and there is a fiery spectacle outside the door. I ran to the door, stunned. The stuffed house was submerged in a sea of fire. Fortunately, the stuffing was not injured. He was stopped by several people, as crazy as a furious beast. Unwilling to give in, he sobbed as if he were talking and crying. Neighbor said: "the stuffing is not stupid, but you still know to run out when it is on fire." Today is the memorial day of Bao stuffing's father, and what happened at noon, Bao stuffing somehow went crazy again, swearing and smoking a lot of cigarettes, and the cigarette ends lit the firewood pile. With the help of people, the fire was put out, even if the house was destroyed.

? Generally speaking, the village Committee rebuilt a house for him in another place, which is a brick house, much better than the original one. But from that day on, he was even less talkative. He often sits at the door all day, smoking a cigarette and staring at passers-by with glassy eyes. Sometimes he is manic, muttering, scolding whoever he catches, and everyone in the village feels sorry for him I will take a detour when I meet him, and I won't care so much. In every sunny afternoon, I will visit his house when I have something to do. He is full of sunshine, but sloppy, which really attracts attention.

? Later, I learned that Bao Xian was a little poor when he was young. Because the village was poor, his mother left here without him and his father. I heard that he married a teacher and lived in poverty, but never came back once. My father was in poor health and died soon, leaving him and his uncle's family, as well as a forest where seedlings had just been planted. Uncle is jealous, thinking that so many trees must be worth a lot of money, so he doesn't know how to transfer the forest to his own name. Bao Xian lived alone in an adobe house since childhood. He doesn't go to school or socialize. When he is in a good mood, his uncle will send him something, but it is not uncommon for him to come once every ten and a half months. Therefore, stuffing often goes to the streets hungry and wears worn-out slippers. Neighbors will take him home for dinner when they see his hungry eyes, but the stuffing is always trembling and cautious. Bao stuffing is not good at words. Over time, decades have passed and it has become what it is today. It never occurred to me that the old man who always laughs at ordinary times is the chief culprit of Bao Xian's present appearance, because I sometimes feel uncomfortable and run to that uncle's house. He often teases me and makes me happy. Just like my second grandfather, he told me many stories about his childhood, which I have never heard, and it feels very fun.

? Time flies, waving goodbye to carefree days. Gradually, I grew up and went to junior high school and senior high school. Because the county seat is far from home, I haven't come home many times. I just kept my thoughts about my family in my heart, and gradually forgot the existence of this person, until I went home once and heard the old ladies at the village get together and twitter.

? "You are not stupid to say that stuffing is precious."

? "Yes, I didn't expect to save a girl."

? "It's raining so hard that everyone stays at home and watches TV. But for the stuffing, the girl would have died. "

? "unfortunately, the treasure stuffing is also ... hey!"

? It turned out that on a rainy day, Bao Xian tried his best to save a child, but failed to save himself. He was hit by a car and there was only one breath left on the ground. The driver saw something was wrong and drove away, leaving only the sound of rain and the girl's crying. I also heard that the stuffing had climbed a long way with one breath left. It was a gray day, and the raindrops as big as beans fell relentlessly. He grabbed the mud in one hand and crawled forward, leaving a long trail of blood behind him, not knowing what to do. That scene was really scary. The girl asked the villagers to carry him to the hospital, and he swallowed his last breath. Grandpa said he wanted to climb back into his new brick house. Grandpa said it was really raining that day, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears. Grandpa also said that the stuffing was peaceful when he left, and his mouth was still smiling. ...

? I burst into tears when I listened. Although everyone in the village says he is stupid, I don't think Bao Xian is stupid. He remembered the kindness of the villagers to him. He may not say anything touching, but he can repay them with his own actions. Yes, he is mentally ill, but it does not prevent a kind heart from heating up. He is kind-hearted and knows how to repay a debt of gratitude. When I suddenly think of my uncle, I feel bitter. There are many such people who have lived for most of their lives and probably won't understand this truth.

? I thought a lot about him, putting aside my previous fears about him. I think, now, only admire! Up to now, I don't know why Bao stuffing is in that cemetery. I was inexplicably moved in my heart, probably because of an accidental meeting and help. This is a man who is not brave or even rude. He lit a young candle with the fire of his life, and the fire was blazing.

? Now, the house full of treasures has been demolished, and a Little Square has been built on that vacant lot. Every morning, many people dance square dance, which is full of joy with the rhythm. I think the stuffing will be happy, too

? Pray, may there be a road in heaven, and there are lights on the road to illuminate your steps forward. If there is an afterlife, I hope you are an evergreen leaf with uneven colors in the four seasons.