Eloped and came back by himself.

She took Hongyuan's hand and stood by the moat of the provincial capital. The setting sun is about to go underwater, and the golden waves on the water are shining, which makes people's eyes ache. She suddenly talked about the pit when she was a child. Her hometown is Chijinzhai, and there is a big pit in the west of the village, where her family lives. As long as she can remember, the pit in front of her house has been the same every year.

Swallows fly back, and people plant willows by the pit. The new willow branches were inserted upside down in the mud pit, and in a few days, the tender buds of goose yellow bulged out from it. In a few years, it will grow into a shade.

The cicadas became noisy, and the little boys all took off their clothes and plopped into the pit. Her family set up a stove at the door and cooked a meal. She put down the fire stick and sat at the door with a cattail leaf fan to enjoy the cool. Toad jumped to the shore, and his heart beat to his feet. Sticky and disgusting.

It is cool in autumn, and the loofah on the courtyard wall is willing to knot. The yard is full of yellow sticks, green beans and jujube drying sheds (similar to mats made of sorghum stalks, used to dry crops). The clouds overhead are so high that people are too busy to go home until dark.

The days are short and the nights are long, so the ice in the pit can't stand for three or nine days. People come and go, and the aluminum pot on the stove keeps ringing, and it keeps ringing. At noon, Qingying sent her to the store to buy some sausages or wine. When she came back, she scalded the wine and the water boiled. She poured a small handleless wine cup into boiling water, and the smell of wine came to my nose.

Dahuan is a ruffian child who grew up in a lively atmosphere: his parents quarrel all the year round; Father celebrates the entertainment and fun of the camp every three to five; Beautiful women come and go; The villagers fawned on each other ... she was carefree until her mother became seriously ill. It was the winter of the first semester. That morning, the snow was still there, the dawn was slightly dew, and the water was dripping downstairs. Dahuan packed her schoolbag and was about to go out when she heard Qingying shout, "Dahuan, don't go today!" " "Then, she knew how sick her mother was; Then, mother was hospitalized; Then she takes care of her sister-in-law alone. How many times does she cry at the pillow at night? Can cancer be cured?

Dahuan dropped out of school. Nobody asked her why. Teachers, classmates and childhood friends all have a mirror in their hearts, as if she should have done so long ago, and it is the same for them. She felt irrefutable courage and loss of sacrifice. In Chijinzhai, the poor or unfortunate people seem to have no choice but to accept their fate. People naturally accept everything, just like crops and cattle and sheep born in this land.

Dahuan always feels that he has done something wrong, but he can't say where it is. Dahuan is worried about her mother, who is getting thinner and thinner, and her hair is falling out. My sister and son are walking in the street, and they feel the pity eyes of their neighbors squeezing. They can't wait to slip away from the wall, just like avoiding cats and mice. Qingying can't take care of anything. His sister-in-law is still young, and Dahuan is horribly awake. There seems to be a cavity of blood. It is really cold in winter.

After all, my mother left and was buried in the jujube tree line in the west of the village, becoming a pile of loess. Mother left for three months, and Qingying negotiated remarriage. This cavity blood is cold after all. She learned it from her neighbors. The neighbor joked casually: "Is your father's new wife good-looking?"

The big heart hurts a little. She knew that her father looked down on her mother. Qing's business is somewhat romantic, but because he is a single family in Chijinzhai, he is adopted-no one wants to marry him. Later, Dahuan's mother got married. She is short and a little dark. Qingying was very helpless and humiliated, so she was very motivated and became the village head. He knows the disadvantages of being thin, and few sons can't do it! But Dahuan's mother's stomach is disappointing. Dahuan and Pearl are both girls. I don't know how many times the couple quarreled and lost many teenage babies, but the cloud came late. Before long, my mother got cancer. After the mother died, the battalion chief of the youth camp was also replaced.

After the autumn harvest, the stepmother entered the door, which was really a lively scene. In the bleak days of Chijinzhai, it came out like a red cloth for bullfighting. The whole village is like a chicken whose nest is fried with hair, which makes the bride excited: some people hang apples on the beams, some people ask the bride to light a cigarette, and some people wipe the bottom of the pot on her face ... Dahuan feels obligated to push these people, but how? Enough noise, the crowd will worship the heavens and the earth around the couple. Da Huan stood in the room, his smile froze on his face, and his eyes suddenly felt wet.

Big sister changed her name to "mom". All the children here are called Niang, which is a compassionate difference. Some people in the village are enthusiastic, and it is inevitable to talk about Qingying behind his back: "Don't you want to think about what children are like?" ! "Some can't help teasing them with bad taste:" Hey, Dahuan, is your mother better or your mother better? "Dahuan smiled with restraint:" Everything is fine. "

Qingying and the bride hit it off very well. They both like fireworks and fun. His family's income in the countryside is not small, and he can't stand such a toss. Dahuan, regardless of his family, led his younger siblings to work. When the wheat is ripe in autumn, everyone lives to be an old man. In autumn, she picks corn, and she and Zhui Er rest in the fields until the moon rises, and sometimes they call it a day. Dew wet the feet, corn leaves are sharper than blades, and what is exposed to the body is knife blood, sweat and killing pain.

When Qingying plays mahjong, she always asks Dahuan to cook a lot of meals, and everyone stays for dinner when they are late. When the farm is idle, Dahuan will arrange these things. She doesn't want to stay at home. She always likes to go to Qiner's house next door. Qiner is also a brother and sister, and a single-family family in the village. His family is extremely quiet, he has no ambition to dominate, and he doesn't want to be bullied for no reason, so he lives diligently and practically. Dahuan and Qin bowed to their brothers. This place has always had the custom of taking an oath. Both boys and girls are familiar with it. When the blood is hot, they will be siblings of the opposite sex under the big moon. The parents of these young people are also infected by this kind of warm-blooded behavior, commensurate with their loved ones. Therefore, two families often eat on the same stove.

They went to the market together. Dahuan bought Chin a plastic bead necklace, and Chin bought her a pair of bracelets. I also went to the only photo studio in town to take pictures. Two girls, some dressed as women, some charming, chattering and posing a lot. The flash was white and dreamy. They asked the boss for the master copy, held it in the light and looked at it with empty eyes, as if this intimate time would never fade. Da Huan in the photo is always dressed as a man in a hat, holding the arm like a harp and lotus root, which may make the girls look forward to the lover they will find.

But who doesn't know if he can meet a lover? Less than twenty years after the great joy, it was suggested. The other party works in a factory in the suburbs of Beijing. He is honest, and he looks like an ordinary person on the whole. There is nothing to be picky about. Da Huan is always a little ashamed, even her ears are red. Qingying nodded, and the marriage was settled.

It doesn't count when Keqing camp is turning around. Zhuaner comes from a good family and has a pungent and refreshing temper. Qingying wants to make a decision and hire her to her own village. On the one hand, the future will be an arm of the cloud, on the other hand, the hostess and Qingying have some unfinished friendship when they were young. Turn around and make a scene-she's not good enough for the other person. Qingying didn't care about this. He stared at the girl and held her daughter down for a wedding reception to avoid sleeping.

What about turning? That night, I ran away coldly on the pretext of going to the toilet. I ran to my uncle's house-Qingying had recognized her biological parents. I also recognized my brothers and sisters. Specialist and uncle cried about Qingying's forced engagement. Grandpa likes to wander around and went out. Qingying had to agree, and then went back to Chijinzhai to go through the divorce formalities, and she was free.

Later, when she was engaged to get married, Qingying naturally let her go. The person who marries another child is not very rich or expensive. Fortunately, the couple are like-minded, opened a couple's shop to resell dates, and their economic sources gradually became rich. This is another story.

Dahuan got married after three years of engagement. The winter before marriage, her family and Qiner's family had a falling out. The reason for the breakup was a group fight. Cousins come to pay New Year greetings and drive big trucks. The people in Chijinzhai are full of envy. How they wish they had such brave relatives in Qingying. Qingying camp is glorious, and the waist is straight. In the afternoon, the truck hit the corner of Qiner's house. Instead of apologizing, my cousin made rude remarks. The quarrel turned into a gang fight. Seven or eight nephews with Yunkai killed Qiner's younger brother and knocked Qiner unconscious. This violates the bottom line of Chijinzhai. Stealing is a good idea if you don't beat your aunt who has never been out of the house. How can you bully people like this! People in Chijinzhai talked about it in succession: "Qingying wants her son to stand in Chijinzhai!" The villagers disdain to look for soft persimmons-Qiner's father just died less than a year ago-and everyone knows that the little boy dare not be so bold without Qingying's approval! From then on, the two families began to argue.

The day after the fight, Dahuan went to the pit to pour swill. When it was finished, she came back with an empty bucket. There is something shining in the sewer under the courtyard wall. What she gave Chin was a plastic necklace.

Dahuan picked up the necklace. She knew what to do and threw it into the pit.

Since then, Dahuan and Qiner have never spoken again. Chijinzhai is a place where there is no room for friendship between women or children. They live with their father or husband. Their love is love, and their hate is hate. Women are vines on the family tree. Where can I decide which side the branch will grow? Even if they have countless attachments and love in their hearts, the situation will force them to make a choice. As a result, they also learned to be cruel, to put out the fire in their hearts, and to be ruthless.

Dahuan is married. The husband is a silent dutiful son. My mother-in-law lives in a yard with them and manages her annual income in front of their house. Ten years, she and her husband have been together for less than a year, and they have been together for less than a year after marriage. After the birth of his two sons, he took a few days off and left. The couple seldom talk, so they never quarrel. Life in Dahuan is getting worse and worse. Like a nanny without income, I found a factory to work.

Qingying camp, over the years, has gathered some efforts and devoted itself to planning the clouds. He took a stake in the "hero stock" in the jujube factory, without paying the capital, and only divided the profits every year-quite the imposing manner of Liangshan heroes eating meat in large pieces, drinking in a big bowl and dividing gold and silver in large scales! Even Yunkai married his daughter-in-law and lost his sisters. They have been married for several years and have some savings.

Qingying opened her mouth and only gave the big ring, even if the money was earned by eight petals of beads of sweat falling off. Married people have something to look forward to. Married people, spilled water, can add bricks to their parents' homes, and they are not qualified to ask questions. In Chijinzhai, everyone lives according to a principle. Everything has its own track, and no one should deviate from it. Otherwise, words and criticism will form a violent hurricane, which will beat this person back to his original place or blow him to pieces.

Dahuan can see everything clearly, but she won't cry and roll around in the search, laughing every day, and she doesn't know how wronged she is, but no one cares until she meets Hongyuan. Hongyuan was born well, and because he was poor, he was adopted to the owner of this factory. Adoption is looked down upon, and children are born with their daughter-in-law's surname. Hongyuan wandered around the factory all day, and no one looked down on him, but no one dared to take care of him. Dahuan and Hongyuan have the same fate. They are like the lonely one of the two migratory birds. They stay in a pile to keep warm. If two people can't finish talking together, you can get through my heart, and I can get through yours, which is the most intimate and comfortable.

Think of it this way. In the past 30 years, the scene has been like singing opera, which is surprisingly fast. Da Huan took Hongyuan's hand and kept talking about what he had hidden in his heart over the years. The sun went down and it was getting dark at night before they returned to the hotel. The hotel room is smaller than the woodshed at home, and it is stuffy and stuffy. There is a bed, a chair, a table, a TV and a small window in the room. Both of them were tired and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Dahuan got up first. After last night's excitement, I don't know why, she vaguely regretted it, and she was proud of it regardless. After so many years of accumulation, she also emptied. My husband has never heard himself say this, and he doesn't seem to want to hear it. As for her family, everyone thinks she has a good temper, but no one listens to what she is saying. Finally, she forgot herself and just wanted to live for others.

She suddenly had some women's fun, became a little presumptuous, and felt that life also had some interesting things to spill. She doesn't know where she got the courage. It seems that she can understand Huaner's heart without hesitation. The provincial capital has only been away from home for three or four hours, but they seem to have entered another world. Both of them are a little confused, and their feet are like stepping on cotton. At first, that kind of desperate excitement gradually became like a flood. No matter how stormy the waves were at that time, they calmed down inch by inch. This fading tiredness was unexpected, and she was slightly afraid.

After breakfast, Dahuan wiped the table with paper, and all the skins stuck on the table stuck together. My son likes to dig this for fun. Dahuan suddenly remembered her two sons, and she had never been separated from them since they were born. Are those two smelly boys up yet? Did they eat in the morning? Did you go to school? Have you finished your homework? The brain of the big ring is like a watch full of energy, clicking just keeps walking.

Hongyuan was lying in bed, and he didn't think about what to do after he ran out. Although he grew up in a poor family, he was used to letting others arrange his own destiny with a good skin. The fate arranged by people is always like a cage. At this time, he is like a wild animal, trying to take his paws away-with fear of the dangerous and inexplicable world outside. He squinted at Dahuan and dragged her down. .....

The big brain is blank. She forgot how she got on the bus with Hongyuan and left her hometown. They wanted to go shopping the other day, but they didn't dare to make a big splash. The innkeeper asked them for a marriage certificate, but they lied that they didn't bring it. The proprietress took one look and said nothing. They asked the old people nearby and went to the moat in the city center. This place is horrible.

At this time, Dahuan did not realize that he was already a plant on the saline-alkali land of Chijinzhai, and he would not be acclimatized in different places. She resigned herself long ago, but she didn't expect to make great achievements in this life. I didn't expect the two to separate soon.

They lived outside for another half month. A little panicked. Dahuan asked Hongyuan, "Where are you going?" Hongyuan mumbled something, just as he did in front of his father-in-law and daughter-in-law. Dahuan knew that she had no courage, and she couldn't help thinking about her son. "Let's go home!" Dahuan turned around and lay down with his back to him.

I went to the bus station to buy tickets the next day, and Dahuan waited until dark before returning to her family. Qingying had an idea in her heart. Marry a girl and splash water. He knew that Dahuan was honest and was surprised that she had done such an outrageous thing. Dahuan's husband's family sent a message to Chijinzhai after Dahuan left, and later asked someone to come twice. Qingying asked Dahuan what she thought. Dahuan said a few words about her mother-in-law, who can't be the master, and the object doesn't know her heart. It's really boring. "Which one doesn't live like this?" This doesn't sound like a youth camp. If I hadn't eloped with someone, I still had the capital to negotiate. What can I do now? Go on, there are two children, so big.

Clouds don't talk. She thought her brother knew and was a little ashamed, but this shame was slight, so she put her heart on a horizontal plane and could not care. From the last group fight, Dahuan knew that Yunkai was already a gentleman in Jinchi Village. He is familiar with everything here, just like an instinctive animal in the jungle. He called several glib managers over and talked in the house for most of the night. Dahuan sat there, and everyone discussed it, and the days still passed. Then everyone got up. When Qingying walked outside the door, she said, "Hey, for this disabled child, everyone followed suit." The big ring followed the clouds and sent everyone to the gate.

The next day, Zhuaner also went back to her mother's house. At noon, Sister Saner sat at the round table for dinner. Like when I was a child, Yunkai still cooked a big meal for Dahuan, and the sticky porridge on the stick was still hot. Dahuan burst into tears, but it was quickly wiped away. Turn around and open the clouds. Yunkai's daughter-in-law is holding a boy for less than two weeks. The child babbled for the steamed bread on the table. "Why don't you bring steamed buns to your children?" Qingying lifted the curtain and came in. "Call grandpa, call grandpa." Yunkai's daughter-in-law teased the child with a smile. The child cried with milk and just rushed to the green camp. Qingying took the child with a smile and fed the steamed bread with vegetable juice.

In the evening, Dahuan and Zhuaner sleep on the kang in Qingying East Yard. I didn't even bring my children. She is afraid of giving trouble to her elder sister and doesn't know how to comfort Dahuan. She never provoked her sister, which made her very uncomfortable. Two people wash up, lying side by side on the kang. You have nothing to say: "Sister, you see the moon in this yard is different from that one." Since they got married in Yunkai, they don't live in the West Campus-for fear that there are too many younger brothers and sisters. After all, this is somebody else's home! "Well, it's really different." There are old glass windows on the edge of the kang, reflecting the moonlight one by one. Shadows are falling outside the window, and the moon is like a big silver plate full of water. Just pour down the full glory. Two people have nothing to say.

Both sisters can't sleep, just lie down and look out. What a big moon! Dahuan suddenly shed tears, down her cheeks, to her earlobe and to her pillow. ...

The windows are clear and the mountains are far away.

Zhao Yan lives in Qilu.

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