Chapter 461 External chapter: Wen Hua and Lao Huang
If there are small places with small places, and if there is a little lively, it will have the atmosphere of the New Year. At dusk in the first lunar month, no matter how stingy and stingy the door, there were festive lanterns hanging outside the door. The city is noisy, some people kick bottles and jars, some people smash big rocks on their chests, some people pretend to be magical and spit out fireworks, and some people play the trick of jumping on the pole and rope. Every somersault can win countless cheers below, and some children even stretch their necks and look at them.
A young man wearing a brand new squirrel leather jacket walked to the market, with his feet lame, holding his shoulders in one hand to protect the wind from the cold, and his other hand drooped out of his sleeves. He looked up and squinted at the gangsters juggling on the ropes above his head. He slowly lowered his head and saw the faces of the children below. Several of them were clenched tightly with the bamboo swords and wooden swords that his father had cut for them. The corners of the young man’s mouth were raised. He felt that he was the powerful light skills of stepping on Xue Wuhen. I still remember that when I was a child, he ran away with a bowl and ran into a hero who hit a sledgehammer on the bluestone slab on his belly and didn’t frown. He chased and beat the local rogue. He was not only stolen by the money, but also vomited when he was about to stop. When he saliva was on his body, he would still be indignant and puzzled. Why would such a martial arts master not fight back? Then, five or six years ago, he couldn’t resist the sarcasm of his sister-in-law’s cold eyes, so he brought a wooden sword he had cut and went to the rivers where he thought it was a world of martial arts. After a walk around, he couldn’t bring anything back. The only valuable leather jacket on his body was bought with the broken silver borrowed from someone, which made him even more helpless and accepted his fate. Most of the time, he couldn’t pay back the money. I have never eaten pork and have always watched pigs run. The young man who is in a state of desolation has no intention of watching the juggling tricks at the market and staggers out of the crowd. Several young ladies who were together in groups were embarrassed to get in the crowd, and they were afraid of being taken advantage of by a scoundrel who had been single for many years. When they saw this shabby man with broken legs, they all frowned and avoided it. He stumbled and said something, they couldn’t hear it sincerely, and guessed that it was mostly just a mundane word that took advantage of the mouth. There was a stingy woman with a strong face that was wearing some makeup on her face. She snorted at the unpromising slut with her hips and said, “If you can’t control your eyes, you’ll break your other leg.”
The young man seemed to dare not talk back, so he walked like this. After walking dozens of steps, he stopped. I don’t know if he was tired and wanted to rest, or if he planned to take a courage to go back and talk a few times, but he never turned around. A kind little girl with a gentle personality happened to see him bent over and face them with her back, and she felt that her female companion was too heavy to speak. The stingy woman just applauded the clever guy who was fighting on the rope. She turned around and saw a woman of the same age begging the lame man, and sneered in a worse way, “Even if that guy climbed onto the rope just now, he could only be the golden rooster independent.”
Except for the little girl, the other women burst into laughter. For some reason, it was probably the young man who heard them make fun of him, straightened his waist, and grinned. In the twilight, his teeth looked particularly white. The stingy woman takes his smile as a provocation.He took a few steps and pretended to be angry and said, “Get out quickly, let’s see if my aunt doesn’t beat you up and you’re looking for teeth all over the floor.” The guy quickly turned around and ran away, his shoulders high and low, making them laugh continuously when they covered their mouths. Only the little girl who did not follow her from the beginning to the end turned her head gently.
The young man walked for more than an hour at night before he reached the familiar and unfamiliar village. There were several cypress trees at the entrance of the village that were the cypress trees that were used to retain Feng Shui. If any family dies, they have to come here to hang them. There are dense vines climbing on it, and every year in autumn, they will bear a full fruit called crow’s spleen. After cutting the rice, they will grab the fish and frogs in the stream, and they will come here to pick fruits to satisfy their cravings. Older and more powerful village children can always pick more. The young man looked at the small village of only forty or fifty families, squatting under a cypress tree, and did not dare to take another step forward. There were dim lights in the village, and he squatted against the cypress tree. When he was a child, his parents left early. His brother was busy working in the fields and was uncontrollable. He often climbed up cypress trees and sat on the branches to look far away. When he was a child, the elders in the village called him not a good seed and sooner or later he would go out and be broken legs. The brother in his family often joked that he had an old beggar when he was a child and almost abducted him. When he told this joke, he always laughed very brightly. In the past, when he heard this joke, he always got angry and talked impatiently. His brother always wanted to rub his head apologetically. When he grew up, he never let him succeed. Since my sister-in-law entered the house, my brother, who is simple and not smiling much, is getting less and less aware of it. He knocked the cypress with the cold bark backwards, stretched out his left hand and rubbed his cheeks. As he rubbed, the whimper came out from his fingers. When he was young and ignorant, he was so lazy that he could not stand up to his sister-in-law’s intentional muttering when she handed over the job. He could go to the fields to help his brother, but now he wanted to help, how could he be diligent?
He stood up, raised his right shoulder, wiped his face. No matter what, he had to tell his brother that he was still alive, and then say to his sister-in-law that he had no choice but to let her down in those years. Then I went to the town to ask for a job of serving tea and water. Most of my hands and feet were useless, but at least I still had a smile on my face when I saw someone. I was a waiter who only had to fill my stomach with cold soup and didn’t have a copper coin. I begged for the shopkeeper’s slutty face. If one person doesn’t have one, I can’t get it. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t matter if he comes to marry someone who is stupid and ugly.
He walked into the village and saw that the bluestone slabs under his feet were still the same. The toilets were built next to the stone road in the village, and they were still the same. The winter was not as smelly as summer. I remember when I was a teenager, I liked to hide in the dark, catch a thin-skinned girl of the same age and sneak into the toilet, then throw stones into it, listen to their screams and insults, and the elders in their family picked up the burning bamboo tube and rushed out to beat people. Everyone was a foolish village woman and couldn’t curse anything literary. After tossing and turning, it was just a few words. He was very playful and shameless at that timeIt’s similar to the stinky hard bricks in the toilet, so how could you care about these things?
He knocked on a door.
A thick voice came from inside: “Who is it?”
He said softly: “I.”
I’m afraid he didn’t even hear it clearly, but soon a man with a rough appearance hurriedly opened the door, without wearing shoes, and put on a coat casually. Seeing him standing at the door, his lips trembled. Such a man who was cutting wood at the mountain barefoot to go up the mountain and chop wood into the bone and blood groove without even seeing a man who shouted pain, hugged the young man outside the door, crying hoarsely, and could not stop crying. As if he was afraid that the young man in his arms would turn around and leave, he turned his head. No matter how hard he could not stand up from the villagers, the man who wanted the most shameful person in front of his kid didn’t care whether the child who was sleeping soundly in the bed heard his crying voice and shouted loudly: “Yanmei, my brother is back, my brother is back home!”