Zhang Ailing: Yangko (Chapter II)

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In the morning, everyone in the village gathered in front of his house to see the bride. Jinhua sat there dressed up, with a selected "Mrs. Quanfu" combing her hair, powder and rouge. In fact, now that her hair has been cut short, there is no need to comb it at all. She has put on rouge powder herself. This is just for good luck. I hope the bride will be as lucky as her in the future. Aunt Tan is not qualified. Although she has been married all her life, she only has one son, Labra, who has left and disappeared for many years.

When the time came, the bride set out and walked to Zhoucun, ten miles away. A cousin came up to her and played a gong. Jin Gen, who saw her off, followed her with a lantern and Zhao in her arms, because she won't be back until late at night today. His hands were busy, so the bride helped herself with the luggage. She is wearing a thick new cotton gown, round, with a bright red silk flower on her chest, just like those worn by labor heroes, and the recruits are sitting on the stage of the venue, also wearing such flowers. The small team passed through the village and the big gong rumbled. Women and children are screaming everywhere: "Come and see the bride! Look at the bride! " A large crowd went straight to the entrance of the village. Aunt Tan stood in front, chanting auspicious words loudly.

She will also go later to attend the wedding reception with her husband.

"Where is the old man?" She turned around and looked around. "Where have you been? He missed seeing the bride leave. "

"The old man sat in a small open pit on the side of the road. It's a stone well with two boards on it. He sat on it basking in the sun and smoking a cigarette. The procession of brides passed in front of him, and he nodded to them with a smile.

"Come late and early, Grandpa!" Jingen shouted to him.

"Hey, you can't miss it! Eat our girl's wedding banquet! " Boss tan raised his life expectancy loudly. The old man's chin is bare and his face is full of wrinkles, but he still has a very delicate oval face, a bit like a girl. Thin figure, cotton gown with a wrinkled blue cloth "as a skirt". There is something wrong with his eyes. His eyes are white and watery, and he is half blind. He has to tilt his head like a coquetry to see clearly from a certain angle.

When the sun was about to set, he and Aunt Tan came to Zhoucun with several grandchildren and left their daughter-in-law at home to look after the house. On Monday, the family had sat down for a wedding banquet. The bride and groom sit at the top of a table in the middle. Both of them wore a big red flower on their chests, and the sunset shone into the dark room with a misty light. The bride sat in the sun full of floating dust, like a red and white clay figurine. There seems to be an unreal feeling, but it is strange and seems to last forever.

Jin Gen, a new relative, is also sitting at the top of the table, on another table. Boss Tan and Aunt Tan were led to another table by the host. After some humility, they were forced to sit at the top. There are several young women shuttling around to take care of them, probably his daughter-in-law. Boss Tan holds his rice bowl with his head down demurely, pretending to be eating, and sometimes takes two grains of rice into his mouth with chopsticks.

As a wedding reception, the food today is so bad that there is not even a big meat. But the groom's mother is a hard-working housewife, and it's considerate to turn this table to that one. Although she is old and her feet are small, she is very agile. She noticed that Boss Tan only ate for nothing, and she flew to him like a big black butterfly with a small bat. "There is nothing for you to eat, always be full!" Suddenly, she picked up a bowl of shredded pork with winter bamboo shoots in front of him and poured it into his bowl. Half a bowl of shredded pork was poured into his rice bowl. He was anxious, stood up angrily, let everyone reason, and roared, "How can I eat this?" -even can't see the rice! How do I eat? "But he finally quieted down, sat down and patiently dug up the rice buried under the shredded pork with chopsticks.

Halfway through the wedding reception, the cadres of Zhoucun came. He is Comrade Fei, very young, with a round face, bulging cheeks and a serious face. He learned the style of veteran cadres. Like Comrade Wang in the village, he wore a dirty cotton uniform, which showed that he was too busy serving the people to care for himself. A shiny piece of sludge, extending downward from the neckline, became a V-shape. He also imitated the mass workers in Old party member and stuffed towels instead of handkerchiefs behind his belt, which was a trend of Japanese soldiers in wartime.

Jin Gen followed closely and put a towel behind his belt. Wearing a cotton-padded jacket, only the lower end of the towel is exposed, but this has made him a little shy, as if he were learning fashion. The towel was brought by his wife from Shanghai. It is brand new because it has never been used for other purposes. There are four scarlet letters below: "Good morning".

Everybody stand up and let Comrade Fei sit down. After repeated humility, the old woman moved aside and let him and her husband sit side by side on it. There was no wine at the wedding reception today, but on such a cold day, the room was hot and crowded, with an empty stomach. I ate two bowls of full rice, no wine and brought two drinks. Everyone blushed and looked as if they had been burned with wine.

Comrade Fei is very kind and interested. One by one, he asked all the guests present how the harvest was this year, how many tons of rice and kilograms of hemp were collected. Jin Gen worked hard during the autumn harvest and selected a model worker. Aunt Tan really promoted it for him. She is eloquent, talking and laughing and perfunctory. She said a lot to Comrade Fei. Sometimes her words are not directly related to the topic at that time, but they are always accurate, organized and methodical. "Cough! It's okay now! The poor have turned over! It's different now! Without Chairman Mao, where would we be today? If it weren't for the revolutionary party, we poor people would have suffered for several years! " Aunt Tan confused * * * with the revolutionary party. She always calls * * * a revolutionary party, and sometimes even calls him * * *. But at her age, this mistake seems to be excusable. On the whole, she made a good impression on Comrade Fei. It's rare to see an old lady as progressive as her?

She forced the groom's mother to eat more and said, "You only care about others! Hungry! " When the hostess helped Zhao pick up vegetables, Aunt Tan said to Zhao, "You and Aunt won't go back today. Do you want to stay with your aunt? Aren't you reluctant to part with her? You didn't cry yesterday, did you?

The little girl went on eating her meal quietly. Her black eyes were black. She didn't look excited at all.

Aunt Tan threatened her again: "We don't care about you. Your father won't take you back today. Do you want to have such an easy thing-eat your stomach, wipe the oil on your mouth, stand up and leave? I sold you to someone else! "

Everyone laughed. The hostess said, "Hey, you've lived here since today and won't go back." The child didn't say anything. Maybe there are a lot of doubts around her, maybe not, I can't see it at all. But as soon as she finished eating, she ran to Jin Gen's side and took his hand, never relaxing. Wherever he goes, she follows him.

After the wedding banquet, we had sex as usual. But today everyone seems to have some scruples, because there are cadres present. But obviously, Comrade Fei wanted to "have fun with the people", and he also took the lead in booing, so everyone gradually became lively. A man shouted, "Let the bride and groom hold hands." Aunt Tan became the bride's spokesperson, making excuses for her and making a counter-offer. After quarreling for a long time, Aunt Tan gave in and shook hands with the bride and groom.

Then someone sat the bride on the groom's knee and called her "brother". As soon as this request was raised, everyone laughed. The groom was anxious and tried to slip away, but he was pulled back and sat on the edge of the bed. This negotiation is time-consuming.

"good! Good! " The person who quarreled the most said angrily at last, "The bride has no face."

"Uncle, don't be angry!" Aunt Tan made a gift for the bride according to her address. "what! Ask the bride to pour you a bowl of tea. "

"Who wants what tea?"

The bride always sits with her head down, motionless and without a smile. It became a deadlock. Finally, Comrade Fei suggested that the bride sing as a way to get association. Aunt Tan bargained again, saying that one song was limited. Jinhua finally stood up, leaned against the corner of the table, turned her back, faced the wall and sang "March of the Eighth Route Army".

"One more! One more! " Comrade Fei applauded and everyone responded.

"all right! One more! " Aunt Tan said. "Sing this song, but let the bride have a rest. It is getting late. If we want to go back, we should start. "

After hearing this, the guest still refused to let go and refused to leave. After grinding for a long time, the bride gave in. This time she sang "Hi!" That's also a new song she learned in winter school.

"Hey, la la la!

Hey, la la la!

It's the rosy clouds in the sky!

There are red flowers on the ground! "

Comrade Fei came over and took her arm. "Hey, turn around and don't turn your back on people."

She broke free from her arm, and he went to pull her again, suddenly laughing. The laughter was loud, and there seemed to be a little surprise in the voice. In that short struggle, she gave him a hard push, and he hit the table, and a tea bowl fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.

"Peace through the years!" Aunt Tan said immediately, almost mechanically. What kind of attitude Mrs. Tan over there had already cried before he had a fit: "Oh, dear! Why is your bride so angry? It's all for your happiness! Haven't you heard the saying "Zhao has gone bad"? If Comrade Fei is as naive as you, will it be all right? " Why don't people get angry when they are serious? "

She turned to apologize to the bride's mother-in-law. "Don't be angry! Sister! Our daughter is suffering from the premature death of her parents. She has no discipline since she was a child and doesn't know any rules. It's your business from now on, sister! It's your turn to teach me a lesson. This time, just look at me and let her go. " Look how generous they are. They are not angry at all. "

Comrade Fei was covered by her words, but he was embarrassed. He had to smile and raise his hand to adjust his hat. "The bride has a big temper. The groom must be careful, or he will be afraid of his wife. " He laughed twice.

It's over, but my mother-in-law still looks ugly. In front of these guests, they lost face at home. On the surface, it seems that the bride can't be blamed. Of course, she brought it in herself. Moreover, I am afraid that cadres will take revenge from now on, and it will inevitably find fault with their families over time. But today is the bride's first day at home, and her mother-in-law certainly can't say anything. But the air was still stiff and everyone soon dispersed.

Jin Gen holds Zhao, and Boss Tan and Aunt Tan walk back with their grandchildren. There is a moon, so there are no lanterns. There is still a long way to go from Zhoucun, and the journey is far away. After walking through the silent field in the moonlight, he said to the old man, "Comrade Fei is not a good man."

The old man smiled and sighed. When talking with Jin Gen, he is always absorbed. "alas! There are good and bad! " He said.

The old woman took it and said generously, "These cadres are also poor, and they are not allowed to go home all the year round." He is always deserted. "

Jingen was silent.

"That Jinhua mother-in-law seems to be a great one!" The old woman said. "There was a bride who showed LianZi on the first day she entered the door. Great! " She said with a little glee.

"Not afraid now. There will be a women's conference. "

"Well, indeed, there is a women's meeting now! He also said that he would hold a' daughter-in-law meeting' to beat his mother-in-law. Ahem! It is not easy to be a mother-in-law now! " Aunt Tan said with a wry smile. She is her mother-in-law.

Jin Gen was silent for a moment and said, "But it's impossible. It all depends on the cadres in this village. "

The old couple have no interface. They all remember the woman in Taoxi who went to the village office to sue her mother-in-law for abuse and demanded a divorce. * * * Department tied her to a tree and beat her, then sent her back to her husband's family. Many old-school people in the village agreed. But everyone thinks there seems to be too many in-laws When she came back, they hanged her. Husband, wife, brother-in-law, and husband took turns to go into battle and interrupted three sticks. It seems that interrupting one is almost enough.

Walking on the track and field, one of Tan's grandchildren slipped. The old couple stopped to rub his legs, and Jin Gen walked ahead alone, holding Zhao who had fallen asleep. The moon is high overhead. The rectangular moon was cold from the beginning, like a freshly peeled lotus seed. The dark sky is colorless, cloudless, empty and bare, and desolate to the extreme. Walking forward, a winding and pale path appeared in front of me in the darkness. There are coffins on the roadside from time to time, squatting in the ground. There was no money for burial at home, so this humble hut was built and temporarily parked. A house is not much bigger than a person's body, but like their home, it has white walls and black tiles. I don't know what happened, but it doesn't mean toys. But like a dog house, let the dead guard their beloved fields here like a loyal dog.

Jin Gen hasn't walked halfway, but he digested a dinner and was hungry again. At this stage, it is not an unpleasant feeling. People's hearts seem to be empty, and the whole people are ethereal, as if they can be turned upside down, walking in the sky and jumping around the moon. He felt a little strange himself. This belly is a bottomless pit. He has worked hard for a year and will never be satisfied.

Zhao suddenly spoke. "Haven't you got home yet? Dad? "

"Don't open your mouth-it's windy. Shut your mouth. "

Walking home, a dark and lonely home, he couldn't help missing his wife more. When the Zhou family quarreled just now, he remembered his wedding day, which was the time for the quarrel. The royal guests made countless demands, which seemed more violent than ever, probably because the bride was particularly bright. Even in the end, the guests finally dispersed, and a few hid under the window to eavesdrop and set off a string of firecrackers to scare them.

Everyone says that his wife is the cleverest. Maybe everyone is thinking, how can such a bright wife trust her to spend these years alone in the city? When a woman goes to the city to set up a factory as a domestic helper, she often changes her mind and takes out a sum of money to leave her husband. Somehow, he never thought that she would do the same. Every time I haven't thought of it here, my thoughts automatically stop. I don't know if he is confident in her, or subconsciously afraid, or there are other reasons.

Maybe he's really upset and he doesn't know it. Maybe he has been suspicious for too long, so even now she says she will come back, he is not at ease. He has been ashamed since she left, and he broke up the husband and wife for such a little money. When I miss her so much that I can't sleep at night, he feels that she must look down on him in her heart, and they can't be the same again.

When I think of her, I feel like there is a small flame in my heart. It seems that there are two hands protecting the small flame in the strong wind, fearing that it will blow out. The tongue of the flame is wandering and jumping, but the palm of my hand hurts.

He doesn't want to recall the last time he saw her. It was a restless year in the countryside, and Ralph was everywhere. Many young people were afraid of Ralph and ran to the city. So he also went to Shanghai to find a job and met his wife, Yue Xiang.

He has never been to this city. In big cities, houses are as high as mountains, and countless cars on the road rush like rivers. People everywhere are expecting him, either yelling at him or laughing. He has never felt inferior in his life. This is the first time he felt stupid, shaved his head and wore tight matching pants that didn't fit. He has a cousin, a policeman, who is in charge of the alley. He lives with his cousin and visits Yuexiang's maid's house every day. As soon as she was free, she came downstairs and sat in the kitchen with him, with a greasy square table against the wall, each taking his own side. She greeted all the people in the village and all the relatives in the nearby countryside. He smiled and answered them one by one. He always sits with his face out, without looking at her, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, fingers crossed.

Their conversation is intermittent, but it can't be completely interrupted because there are many people coming in and out. It must be strange to be seen if they sit together and don't talk. Jingen has been very quiet. He felt that he had never said so much in his life.

His kitchen, paved with cement, is an alley when you go out. It used to rain a lot, so he took an umbrella. Yuexiang always spreads out the wet umbrella to dry, and the handle of the umbrella is inserted in the low railing on half the door. The small door was painted a greasy dark red. In the dim kitchen, the orange oil-paper umbrella hangs high, big and round, like the sunset.

People keep coming in, and Yuexiang often stops in the middle of her words and smiles at them, as if with a little apology. Sometimes she would jump up and take off the oiled paper umbrella hanging high on the floor to let people out.

It seems that everyone here uses the back door, and the front door is always locked. The hostess wore jewels and shiny satin clothes to the party, and still walked through the dark kitchen full of soot, and the golden high heels kept ringing. The nurse strolled out with her baby in her arms and went into the kitchen outside.

Jingen often eats there. Sometimes she went late and missed a lunch, so she fried him some cold rice and picked up the oil bottle with a challenging look and poured some oil into the pot. She didn't tell him that now my wife comes down to check their rice and briquettes every day, making a hullabaloo about how they were used so quickly, suggesting that there are new loopholes. The maid is always unhappy when her family comes to see her. If it is a husband, their unhappiness will go further, bordering on hatred. Yuexiang still remembers that once a maid and her man stayed in a small hotel for one night. Later, everyone talked endlessly and became a joke. The hostess held it behind her back and cursed with a smile.

She never said these words to Jingen. But he also felt that his being here only made her feel inconvenient and wronged. So after half a month, he still couldn't find a job, so he said he would go back. He took the money she gave him to buy a ticket. He came for nothing and wasted her hard-earned money. He bought himself a pack of cigarettes with the money left over from the ticket. I don't think so, but the more depressed you are, the more you will do such unreasonable things.

He went to see her one last time before boarding the train. Today, there are guests eating here. There is duck's paw soup, Yuexiang is in the kitchen, and the blended orange duck web is scrubbed with an old toothbrush. He sat down and lit a cigarette. His luggage was at the other end of the board. In the past half a month, they have consumed all the conversation materials, and now they have absolutely nothing to say. In that silence, he heard something tinkling in the trash can.

"What's that?" He asked a little surprised.

It's a chicken to be killed, with two feet tied together and temporarily living in a trash can. The train won't leave for several hours. There is nowhere else to go but to sit here and wait, because there is nothing to say. Yuexiang said what she should say over and over again, and asked him to say hello to everyone for her. She washed the duck web and peeled the edamame. Suddenly, she found herself throwing all the peeled beans into the ground, leaving pods. Embarrassed, she quickly bent down to pick it up. Fortunately, no one was around, and Jin Gen didn't pay attention. After peeling beans and picking vegetables, she swept the floor and poured it into the trash can. The chicken cackled in panic. When Jin Gen stood up and left, she went to the door, wiped her hands on her apron and smiled blankly. He opened his umbrella and went into the alley. It's raining outside, and there are dimples on the yellow-gray cement. His heart is a trampled thing, sticking to the soles of his shoes.

Shouldn't have come to town.

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