A collection of allusions from the same road

Brother Wen hung up the phone.

I trembled a little in my heart, and I was more willing to suppress unrequited love in my heart, forever and ever secretly admiring that old man like an ancient Buddha, and that heart that hangs a pot to help the world... It always made me feel an unspeakable filth, I don't want to tarnish the image of the ancient Buddha in my heart.

But can I refuse Brother Wen tomorrow?Here, apart from my work, Brother Wen is my only friend.Turn on the computer, call up the photo of Uncle Tian, ​​look at his sleepy demeanor, his ruddy face, his long white eyebrows, especially his snow-white goatee, which seems to be erratic.

My heart began to slowly become much more peaceful, and I yelled to my heart's content, I rushed over and stretched out my arms to hug him tightly.

I was in vain, I even took a nap just now, my heart trembled uncontrollably: that is an ancient Buddha, not allowed to be defiled by my evil thoughts.

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☆、Yunshui Village 9

Novela "Yunshui Village" No. [-]

The high-power Honda climbs very well. I sat behind Brother Wen and held onto his shoulders tightly. He drove the car very fast, facing the cold mountain wind in winter.After passing the "Yunshuizhai" sign, my heart sank suddenly, maybe I shouldn't have come at all.

The village was very lively today. Tian Cong's grandfather took us to his nephew from the same family and introduced us.This is a middle-aged man, and his daughter is getting married today.

"It's my uncle's colleague, you cultural people are all distinguished guests, welcome!"

"Bless the newlyweds to grow old for a hundred years and give birth to a precious child early!" I said and handed over a red envelope containing two hundred yuan, "It's a small gesture, please accept it."

The newlyweds wore red flowers on their chests, and their faces were shy but excited.

"Thank you for coming!"

After the host took it: "It costs you money, please come in and sit down."

After letting us into the house, he continued to greet other visitors. He was really overwhelmed. Brother Wen is the son-in-law here. He was soon caught in the crowd.In the countryside, every wedding is a large-scale gathering. Relatives and friends get together, track and discuss, and rank seniority. What's more interesting is that when a family gets married, the whole village goes to drink. Many people also came.

The wedding banquet was held at the drying yard in the middle of the village, where there was no wind after all.Dozens of small round tables crowded the drying yard to the brim. It was fun to eat hot pot and look at the red charcoal fire. Four wine shops were arranged at the four corners of the venue; Birds, lettuce, greens and cabbage, especially the small yellow beef with skin; the scene is both rich and homely, ostentatious but not extravagant.

Brother Wen and I were arranged at the VIP table with the village head and elders. After we took our seats, people began to drink to their heart's content, persuading people to drink and persuade them to eat, and playing finger-guessing.

I usually don't drink at all, but Brother Wen is addicted to alcohol. Unexpectedly, the village head is also a middle-aged man who can drink as much as Brother Wen, but Brother Wen dare not drink booze in front of the elders.But after all, this table was seated by the respected elders in the village and the village chief, Uncle Wen, who was already well-known in the village.Many people came to toast and persuade people to drink.

I was stage frightened by this scene, and stood up: "Everyone take it easy, because I don't know how to drink, so I'll excuse you first."

Grandpa Tian Cong said to me: "Teacher He, you should go back to your room and drink tea first, Tian Cong—"

Tian Cong, who was helping the master's family with work, adding food and serving dishes, came closer when he heard his grandfather calling.

"Go and chat with your teacher."

"No, no—uncle, Tian Cong is busy, I can do it myself before the meal is finished." Turning around, he said to Tian Cong, "Don't make the teacher feel sorry, so that the teacher will never dare to come again."

"Teacher He, I see, there is tea in the hall."

This is the living room of Tian Cong’s house. A pot of tea was still warm. I poured a cup for myself. It was Tieguanyin. Because it was steeped for too long, it became bitter. After arriving, it seems that there are shadows of him everywhere, but no one can see him.I was afraid to see him before I came, but I wanted to see him after I came, why didn't I see him?

I don't dare to ask others why Uncle Tian didn't come today, because as an old man, there is no reason not to come to have a wedding.

When I went out to have a look, there were still a lot of people, drinking and chatting around the wine table and guessing.

"Brother Wen, you guys, drink slowly." I greeted them as I passed the wine table.

"Teacher He, you are too polite to come here. People in the mountains have to drink wedding wine for three days and three nights. You and my uncle will not go back until tomorrow at the earliest." Grandpa Tian Cong said with a smile.

Brother Wen took my hand, "Come and eat some more, these veal with skin are very sweet."

"Brother Wen, I'm really full. Don't just focus on drinking, but also eat more vegetables. I don't know how to drink, so I can't accompany you. I'm really sorry."

My eyes glanced around, Tian Cong was already seated, and he was talking and laughing with a few young people at the table, but there was still no sign of Mr. Tian.

I quietly left the crowd and went to Uncle Tian's house. The gate was closed and unlocked. The old tree lost its former luxuriant branches and leaves and looked lonely. The grass in front of the courtyard had withered.I touched the cold stone of Sanji, and my heart flew back to the time more than two years ago. It was here that I saw the old man and left my lovesickness.Now that the old man has not been seen, the lazy chair has been gathered and placed in the aisle of the East Wing.

I walked along the path in front of the courtyard. On both sides of the path were cultivated lands of different sizes. There were mulberry orchards and various orchards. It was winter and there were no fruits, but I could distinguish peach trees and plum trees, and Walnut chestnut.

This mountain is close to Taohuazhang. Looking up, Taohuazhang is only a little less green than it used to be, but it is still so majestic.

Halfway up the mountain, I sat on a stone to rest and looked back at the village, still shrouded in joy. Although I could no longer hear the sound of people talking, the shouts of boxing games were so clear. There are many farmhouses, a small stream flows peacefully, and winter crops such as sweet potatoes and peanuts have been planted in the fields.

The scenery of a mountain country is not diminished by the coming of winter. The rich Hakka style, with thick old-fashioned stereotypes, is quietly guarded in the quiet mountainous area.

"Teacher He!" Tian Cong came over at some point, "It's windy on the mountain, be careful of catching a cold."

"Are you full so soon?"

"With our parents and the elderly around, we dare not drink alcohol and get full quickly after eating."

"You can drink?"

Tian Cong nodded, saying that he often drank secretly with his partners, and then persuaded me to go down the mountain.

"Oh, the old cat is back. I saw him when I came, go back and see him."

My heart skipped a beat, and I thought to myself, "I don't even drink the wedding wine, where did I go?"

"He just came back from the back mountain"

Tian Cong's words interrupted my thoughts, I laughed loudly and said, "Haha, interesting, go and have a look!"

After coming down from the middle of the mountain, "Old cat—go to drink!" Tian Cong yelled towards Uncle Tian's room.

A familiar figure came out of the East Wing. This is the Uncle Tian who haunts me in my dreams. I saw him wearing an old blue cotton-padded jacket and a pair of black cotton-padded trousers, which are much newer than the cotton-padded jacket. Cashmere peaked hat in red.

"Okay, I'll go as soon as I'm done." Looking back at me, "Zozi, are you here?"

How much I wanted to go up and hug him, but there was a student in front of me, "Tian Cong, the teacher wants to talk to Uncle Tian, ​​you go back first, we will go there later."

After Tian Cong left, I looked at Uncle Tian quietly, but I was speechless, and my heart was filled with an impulse: I wanted to hug this ancient Buddha in front of me like an old man.

"Come in, it's cold outside." Uncle Tian let me into the East Wing. It turned out that there were a lot of mountain herbs he collected piled up here.There are guillotines and so on as long as tools are placed.

He moved the bench, and I saw some uncut tree roots on the ground.

He sat down and continued to finish the work in hand without raising his head, "Is this time for a wedding?" Uncle Tian asked.

"Yeah," but then said: "I still want to see you."

"It's cold, come here, you have a heart."

I got up and put my arms around his waist from behind, "Master, I really miss you."

He was slightly startled, and turned around. The red cheeks, white beard, deep eyes, and his rapid breathing all made me feel fascinated. I quickly kissed him hard on the left cheek. .

He stopped what he was doing, closed his eyes slightly, and I made an inch of progress, wantonly trampling the old man's face and neck with my lips, savoring the never-before-seen body fragrance carefully.

I wish time could stay at this moment forever.

"Zhezi" said the old man, "Zhezi, let's go to the bar, it's not polite to the host when we go late."

I just remembered that Uncle Tian hadn’t eaten yet, so I let go of my hands and helped him up. He grabbed my hands and rubbed them carefully. Thick calluses, old wrinkles on the back of the hand, and many age spots.

I held up the old man's hands, these hands are like a pair of paddles, although they are old and powerful.I kissed the old man's hand, thinking in my mind: I want to hold these hands tightly and accompany him on the road of life in the future.

"Hezi, let's go." The old man urged.

We walked and chatted, and I told Uncle Tian that I had already eaten, and this time I came with Brother Wen.

Uncle Tian's arrival aroused complaints from the village elders, saying that the feast was over half, and the good-hearted village chief would punish the old cat with three cups.

Uncle Tian raised his neck to connect three cups. It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and the guests from far away had almost left, and those who placed orders were also sharing tables one after another, leaving a lot of unused seats, and many women were busy clean up.Tian Cong was also helping out. When he saw me, he poured a cup of hot tea, pointed to the table of Uncle Tian, ​​Brother Wen and the elders, and said, "That's the top class, maybe you'll have to drink until dawn, Mr. He, you'd better go first go in."

I was drinking tea when I heard "top class" suddenly, and I almost burst out laughing.Soon he realized that he was in this strange place, he should restrain himself, not lose his composure, nodded, and looked at Tian Cong before entering the hall.

The hall is simple but neatly arranged. There are women and a few children sitting in it. The children are watching cartoons around the TV, and the women are chatting about homework.

Thank God, Brother Wen finally came in. I checked the time, and it was almost six o'clock in the evening. The master and his father-in-law have been keeping him overnight. Because of me, how dare he make decisions for me?I still feel like returning to the county seat.

Before leaving, I deliberately went to Uncle Tian's house.He was busy cutting herbs, when he saw us coming in, he quickly put down his work, came out to greet us, and held my hand.

"The days are short in winter, why don't you stay overnight?"

"No need, Mr. Tian, ​​we are going back."

"Zhezi, I need to visit the old cat often."

I felt the old man's hands trembling, and there was something tender in his eyes responding to my enthusiasm.

I lowered my head and whispered in the old man's ear: "Master, you are a good man, I like you!".

The old man pushed me away: "Go, lest my uncle wait in a hurry."

After sending me to the village road, Brother Wen's car was still whirring.

"Are you two finished?"

"Grandpa, the wind is strong on the road, so you have to drive slowly."

"Old cat, I see, zygote, get in the car."

Brother Wen said, put the gear on, and the car rushed out of the village. This is a very steep uphill road.

What kind of people and things will the drunk brother Wen meet?Stay tuned for the next breakdown.

☆、Yunshui Village 10

Novella "Yunshui Village" No. [-]

Most of the roads back to the city are downhill, with steep slopes, sharp bends, cliffs, and cliffs.I lay tightly behind Brother Wen, smelling his alcohol smell, and I was very worried.

"Brother Wen, stop the car, my stomach hurts, so I'm in a hurry."

After Brother Wen stopped the car, I was reluctant to come out in the bushes on the side of the road. Although he kept calling, I still said: "Brother Wen, I can't do it anymore, I'm constipated." I came out slowly.

"How are you?" Brother Wen's figure was very unstable.

"My stomach hurts badly, I'm dizzy, and I'm groggy." He walked over on the spot.

"Then...then let's rest for a while before leaving."

Brother Wen's alcohol was getting stronger, and his words were a little slurred. "It's...it's getting dark, you...how are you...?"

I said, "Brother Wen, I'm really sad, let's rest for a while."

A beam of dazzling headlights shot over, and a large Dongfeng truck drove over. The road surface could feel a slight tremor, and it could be felt that this was a seriously overloaded truck.

Through the headlights, I saw a pool of dirt in front of Brother Wen. It turned out that he was throwing up just now. The speed of the car brought a whirlwind, with the smell of alcohol and disgusting sour.

"Brother Wen, are you feeling better now?"

"I'm fine, is your stomach better?"

I was fine at all, but Brother Wen's alcohol smell made me feel scared, so I pretended to have a stomachache to force him to rest, although after a short two hours of cold night wind, he became sober.

"I'm fine now." I stood up and said.

Brother Wen murmured, "I really have you, dawdle, or I'd be home a long time ago."

I got on the motorcycle again and said, "Brother Wen, I'm afraid of the cold, so don't drive too fast."

The motorcycle was gliding at a gallop, and about five kilometers away from the county seat, at the sharp turn ahead, a truck overturned and fell into a mountain stream more than 20 meters deep.

We rescued people right away, it was very dark, the lights were dark, and the lights of motorcycles couldn't reach them.Brother Wen and I tore apart the branches and vines, and came to the front of the truck. There were three people in the cab, one of whom was dead, two were seriously injured, and were stuck by the deformed front of the truck.

I'm about to call 110 and report the danger.The response is to take the wounded who are not stuck out of the emergency location before the ambulance personnel arrive, and do not move the wounded who are stuck casually to avoid secondary injuries.

We only did what 110 did before we lifted the wounded to the roadbed. Several police cars roared in: 110, 119 and 120 arrived at the same time.

Brother Wen and I both breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to leave the scene, but a police officer asked us to sign the emergency form as usual.

"Officer, are you okay, we're leaving," I said.

"Thank you, you can go now." When the police officer shook hands with Brother Wen, he said, "This comrade smells heavily of alcohol, so you must drive carefully on the road."

Under the bright headlights, I saw Brother Wen blushing, "Yes, yes!"

In fact, I also know that Brother Wen broke out in a cold sweat from the sudden car accident, and woke up early from the wine.

"Zhezi, your stomach hasn't hurt at all, has it?" Brother Wen asked on the way.

I didn't answer directly, "Brother Wen, I'm really sleepy."

Seeing that Brother Wen kept silent all the way, "Are you angry?"

He shook his head wryly.After sending me back to the school dormitory, I left.

Brother Wen, did the method I used hurt your self-esteem?How should I explain it to you?

Back in the dormitory, it was already midnight. After taking a hasty bath, I didn’t feel sleepy at all. Standing on the balcony, facing the cold night wind, I recalled my time with Mr. Tian. Although the time was short, it was enough for me to feel warm. I feel great satisfaction.

The current temperature is very low, and it has not yet entered the severe winter. The temperature is often between 3-7, [-] degrees, and sometimes it even freezes at night.I was concerned about Uncle Tian in my heart. I once wanted to secretly take a minibus between urban and rural areas to visit Taohua Town. Because of the weather and no holidays, it was impossible for me to ride a bicycle for nearly three hours at night to visit the old man.

Feeling very bored and lonely in the long night, I want to ask Brother Wen out for tea, but how do I speak?People are people with families.

The days passed so slowly, I often sat in front of the computer, foolishly looking at the photos of Uncle Tian and dreaming.I don't know much about his past, but I believe that a person who spends his life serving the world must be a good person.What's more, he accepted me very calmly, at least he didn't reject my approaching him.

I spent more than 6 yuan to buy a Dongfeng series car. Although the car is a low-end car, it is equipped with a spacious compartment and a large enough seat, and the fuel consumption is not much. The most important thing is that this price is suitable for me. For such a working class, there is a discount for paying in one lump sum.

After a test drive, I felt very comfortable, and I went through the transaction procedures at that time. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, the car dealer called and asked me to pick up the car, because I still have classes, and I made an appointment with them after class. go.After I took over the formalities and keys from the smiling clerk, looking at the car with the plate number on it, I finally had a car of my own.

I left the county town and galloped towards Yunshui Village. The lights of the small mountain town behind me were still dark, and the road ahead was the county road I was familiar with.

More than half an hour later, I came to Yunshui Village and saw Uncle Tian who was about to rest.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he handed me the fire cage.

"It's so late and you're still here?"

The old man was still wearing a padded jacket, leaning against the edge of the bed, covering his lower body with a thick and heavy old quilt.

"Master, I miss you, so I come here to chat with you."

The old man vacated a place, and we sat side by side on the edge of the bed. My heart couldn't help myself, and I pressed my head against the old man's head.I put my hand into the old man's cotton-padded jacket, trying to walk on my chest and abdomen like a swimming snake. The old man smiled and pinched my face. His smile was like a bright autumn chrysanthemum, and I was Chrysanthemum appreciation people.

On this cold night, the old man left me behind.

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☆、Yunshui Village 11

Novella "Yunshui Village" XI

How hard it is to be in love with the elderly. Since I was a child, I have had the urge to be close to the elderly. The love for the elderly has formed a huge desire, which increases with age, prompting a suppressed and imprisoned desire in my heart. , I hope to be close to the elderly, and I am eager to communicate with the elderly in my heart.

I grew up with an increasingly strong nostalgic complex. I know that this kind of nostalgic complex is different from normal people. I have an inner world that cannot be expressed to others. In order to gain a foothold among ordinary people, I learned to protect myself : Study hard, work hard and make friends normally.

During the 28 years of searching and searching in my life journey, I am obsessed with the elderly, and I have a crush on the handsome old man who passed by me. My heart opens and closes, and the figures of many old people seem to change in my heart. The old professors in my university, the old doctors in my mother’s hospital and other high-level intellectuals, and the old cadres and old workers who lingered in the park, seeing their elegant and kind appearances and amiable smiles made me feel fascinated.

Old man, old man, you are the most beautiful scenery in the hearts of those who love the elderly!

And all of this, after I met Uncle Tian, ​​I couldn't bear it anymore. I knew he was a different old man, but I couldn't tell what was different.He is just one of the many old people. Maybe it is the perfect combination of contradictions in him that is indifferent to the world and helping the world with the pot. Maybe it is his gentle words and deeds and the appearance of an ancient Buddha that move me. Being so close and undefended makes my heart feel a shock that I have never felt before. He is not the first old man I like, but he is the first old man who walks into my heart!Me, feel the dazzling light!

In the sunset in the western sky, Uncle Tian is the sun in my heart!I would like to be a Kuafu who chases the sun, even if the sun rises and sets, I am willing to support the sun in my heart with my life!

After dinner, under the warm winter sun, the old man lay on the lazy chair to bask in the sun, closed his eyes slightly, and hummed heavily in his nasal cavity. Beating the beat, humming the tune that belonged to him in a high and low voice.The voice is low and the tune is vague, but with a strong sense of rhythm, the old man hums almost every day when no one is paying attention.

After listening too much, I can tell that this is an old military song.Although few people can sing it now, I had this song when I was performing in college.It turned out that the old man was humming the Seventh Army song! ?

I hummed and clapped my hands, and couldn't help following his tune.

He stopped, opened his eyes, and looked at me suspiciously, as if he was blaming me for disrupting his train of thought, maybe forbidding me to hum this piece of music.

"No one sings this song now." He was a little sad.

I nodded, "Yes, the song has been forgotten, but here, at least I can still sing it with you, and I will sing it with you for the rest of my life!"

"Zygote..." The old man choked up, his eyes were filled with tears, and he stretched out his sleeve to wipe away the tears.

"Master, you will be with you from now on, and you will no longer be alone."

After a while of silence, Uncle Tian breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Thank you, zygote, I have never married in my life, have no children and no daughters, and I am used to loneliness. Since you came, I have felt that I have company in my heart." Fun, this is also a blessing from my previous life."

The old man's heart has been opened to me. His life experience and his story are like the clouds on the peach blossom peaks, blown away by the warm wind, revealing the rough and rough life trajectory...

When our country and nation entered the sixth year of the Republic of China (1916), a boy was born in the family of a doctor surnamed Tian in a valley in northern Guangdong. Because he was born on the Ghost Festival, his father named the child Zhongyuan .

Langzhong, who had a son in his later years, invited him to a private school teacher when Zhongyuan was seven years old. When Zhongyuan was 12 years old, his father sent him to learn systematic Chinese medicine from his uncle in Guangzhou City. In fact, he was an apprentice.Five years later, Zhongyuan was able to see patients under the guidance of his uncle, and Zhongyuan has completed his teacher.But at this time, the young and energetic Zhongyuan decided to leave Xinglin and enter the freshman school - Lingnan Guangya Middle School, because he knew that there was an essential difference between the old private school and the new school.Although the old father, who was looking forward to his son's return soon, regretted that his son left Xinglin, he did not object to his son's choice. One year later, in the fall, Zhongyuan, who had just completed his studies, enrolled in the engineering department of the Central Army Military Academy in Guangzhou.During the Anti-Japanese War, he was assigned to Jiangyin Jiangfang as a quartermaster. Later, when the national government moved the capital to Chongqing, he withdrew to Wuchang with the troops.

After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, he returned to Guangdong and was assigned to a certain marine police district of the naval system, where he continued to be his quartermaster, and was not sent back to his hometown until after liberation.

As for the miserable evening scene, the old man seemed reluctant to say more.He likes to climb mountains, and every time I climb mountains with him, I fall behind a lot. Standing on Dagou Ridge, when the old man is very interested, he will hum the old tune that belongs to him, and I always lean towards him. Holding his arm before him, he yelled softly to his beat:

The tide of anger is surging, and the party flag is flying. This is the revolutionary Huangpu...

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☆、Yunshui Village 12

Novella "Yunshui Village" XII

I often drive to Yunshuizhai. In my opinion, Yunshuizhai is the hometown of my life. However, in the mountainous area of ​​northern Guangdong in winter, traffic is often interrupted due to icy roads, which brings a lot of trouble to my driving. Difficulties.

The old man is a man who is very good at life. He has been used to the poor life in the mountains, but I will never allow him to live in such a poor life.His income is extremely low, and his monthly subsidy is less than 2000 yuan, which is [-] yuan a year.

Because of his age, the work in the field is basically helped by the people in the village. Fortunately, he has hung pots in the mountains for decades and healed the wounded in the village. As long as the villagers have a mouthful of delicious food, they will share it with him. Whoever kills pigs and sheep always has to give him a few catties.He himself also relished that people go to the fair to buy meat and sell meat, and he goes to the fair to buy salt, because his family can't finish the meat, so he has to use salt to pickle it, so he has meat all year round .

Among them is his good doctor, but he is only a Chinese medicine doctor, not a genius doctor. For some serious and urgent patients, he has always advocated sending them to other mountains for medical treatment, and never dared to delay the treatment of patients.But for some minor ailments and chronic diseases, he tried his best to treat them, mainly saving a lot of medical expenses for the villagers.There are many snakes in mountainous areas, and there are many patients with snakebite and falls. He especially focuses on these two aspects. Years of experience make him have a high degree of confidence in these two aspects.

What is commendable is that the old man has never received a penny from patients in his life of saving lives and healing the wounded for decades, because most of his medicines are collected from the mountains, and a small amount of gauze cotton is also bought with his own small subsidy.

He is like an ancient pine tree standing in the mountains. After all the wind and rain, the years left him with indelible annual rings and vicissitudes.

He was single all his life. As early as his youth, when he was an apprentice in a pharmacy in Guangzhou, he was impressed by the elegant appearance and gentle temperament of Mr. Shen, the accountant. They had a relationship with broken sleeves, and Tian Zhongyuan gradually developed a hobby of broken sleeves in his youth, and he liked Mr. Shen even more from the bottom of his heart. Later, Mr. Shen went to teach in a middle school.After Tian Zhongyuan finished his teacher, he gave up the idea of ​​returning to his hometown to practice medicine. He entered Guangya Middle School and continued to interact with Mr. Shen. They ate and lived together, and outsiders only regarded them as a father and son.In fact, the boy Tian Zhongyuan also regarded Mr. Shen as his father in his heart, and obeyed Mr. Shen's words.At that time, the Guangzhou Branch of the Central Army Military Academy was enrolling students. In order to find a better way out for young Tanaka Yuan, Mr. Shen asked him to apply for the military academy.This is the fourth branch of the famous Whampoa Military Academy in Guangzhou.

When he was a boy, Tian Zhongyuan didn't want to leave Mr. Shen at first, but the branch school is also in the Guangzhou area, and he would come back to visit Mr. Shen every time he was on break.

Later, Mr. Shen died in the war-torn Guangzhou city. He was the only person Tanaka Yuan loved. After Mr. Shen died, his heart also died. From then on, he kept his affection for Mr. Shen all his life.

Later, he became a quartermaster and did not directly participate in the war between the Kuomintang, the Communist Party and the two armies, so after liberation, he stayed in the Communist Party's shelter for a period of time before being released back to his hometown, Yunshuizhai.

In [-], Grandpa was once again labeled as a villain: rich land turned bad right!He was an old soldier, and it was normal for him to be put on such a high hat at the time.Fortunately, Yunshui Village is a poor mountain valley, and the people living in the village are all brothers surnamed Tian, ​​who are kind-hearted. During the Cultural Revolution, except for routine struggle meetings, no one felt sorry for him. With the medical skills he learned, he started the decades-long charity of hanging pots.

Grandpa's story is very long, very ordinary, and since Mr. Shen died, his heart also died, and he took everything indifferently, and looked down on the coldness of the world, so he never talked about the past with others.It is best to describe the misery deep in his heart with the phrase "the past is like smoke, and it is unbearable to look back".

Maybe it's the end of the frontier, maybe it's the resurgence, somewhere in the dark, my appearance, an ordinary question, a casual encounter, and a look back, not only plunged me into the abyss of love, but also aroused my heart's longing for Duanxiu. Longing, revived and burned again in his withered chest, he gave me a sneak peek and a generous acceptance with me.In his words, it is to continue the frontier, to be happy when you are alive, and to be happy when you are alive. This is what a gentleman does, and that old military song is just a catalyst.

The ill-fated man knows that a person will spend a long life, and his evening scene is very bleak. When he has a family of his own, a wife and children, he doesn't want me to go down his old path again.

The Lord only needs one word, and I will gladly accept the order.Soon Ajuan and I were officially registered, and with the help of a bunch of buddies, the wedding was still passable.The happiest thing is my mother. Once the heart disease for many years is cured, she will retire with peace of mind and will become a grandmother-to-be.

After I have a home, I have less time to visit my master, and I intend to take him out of the city to live, but he cannot leave Yunshui Village.Fortunately, he began to accept my care for him and the new clothes and appliances I bought.Every time he puts on new clothes, he always stays close to me, laughing and saying, only this kind of outfit can be worthy of my young man.It seems that even dressing is not his business alone, the elderly must have a clean appearance.

Besides, my wife, A Juan, gave birth to a son for me, who is almost two years old. She was also very annoyed when she found out about my affair with my master, but I am a family-oriented man. Yuedu went back to see her and the children. I never talked directly to her about my grandfather. After getting to know her and getting in touch with her, she was very moved and said that I was a rare good person.

"An old man's heart must not be so bad, even though he is very jealous of the relationship between the two men."

This is a record of my wife's online chats that I inadvertently saw.

Grandpa can write good handwriting. In the era of paper and pen communication, he often wrote letters for the villagers.

And the master couldn't figure out the Duanxiu (homosexuality) until he died, and asked me why, how could I explain it for him?This is a question that human beings have been searching for but have not yet come up with a complete answer.Like some people's six fingers, who knows why?Who can stop it?

We have been in contact for six years, and he passed away very peacefully. When he was dying, he asked me to sing that song that belonged to him:

The tide of anger is surging and the party flag is flying. This is the Whampoa of revolution.Doctrine must be implemented, discipline must not be relaxed, and be prepared to be the vanguard of struggle.

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In the singing, he left, peacefully as if he had fallen asleep, and left without any worries, leaving me with infinite sorrow.

Lord, you are the sun that never sets in my heart!

How hard it is to love the old, it is said that this is a road of no return, but I have never regretted it.Getting you is my happiness, and being able to see you off is also a kind of luck.

In this life, I close my heart, lean on the moon and love each other, miss you, and cry undercurrents.

This is the end of "Yunshui Village".

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☆, Janitor 1

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In addition to the Qingming Festival, I also went to the funeral home to light a stick of incense for Qiangzi on July 7. This day is the day of Qiangzi's death, a stick of incense for mourning.

The misty fireworks mixed with a father's heartache and sorrow, radiating endless melancholy for the past... Now that Qiangzi is gone, what is left to me is infinite melancholy and lingering grief.

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Son Qiangzi, one of the novella "The Gatekeeper"

I am the janitor of the city construction company, and I became a janitor after Qiangzi died.

I am a farmer, and I have had a father-son relationship with Qiangzi for more than 20 years. I treat him like my own son.

Qiangzi had a hard life since he was a child. His father died when he was seven years old, and his mother remarried. Qiangzi has been an orphan since then.His father and I are good friends. I couldn't bear to see my friend's child so helpless, so I adopted Qiang Zi. He became the adopted son of our couple. He was filial and treated us like his biological parents since he was a child.

He was very tall, with his father's appearance, a rough body and a meticulous mind.He is a basic militiaman in the brigade. He joined the army at the age of 20 and has a three-year military career.

As early as during the first family-visiting holiday after joining the army, he kissed my wife behind his back, and even boldly revealed his love to me. At first, I thought he was doing it to repay me for nurturing me. Well, I really want to reprimand him a few words, but I can't bear to see him who just came back.

"Qiangzi, people go to the army to learn their skills, but you are lucky to learn these shady things."

"Uncle, I'm sorry, Qiangzi realized his mistake."

"You know, Ah Hua, who is isolated from the neighboring village, is this kind of person. Everyone calls him a pervert."

Qiangzi nodded: "I know, but Brother Hua is a nice guy, what can I do?"