Qingfengling

Qingfengling

Author: Nine

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Even if the romantic characters through the ages are just the talk of future generations, who really cares about the sorrows and joys of the people in the play?Who needs to care?It's better to wait for the tide to rise at the Pukou and watch the rain pass over the col! '

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Jinwaer, Yang Heling┃Supporting actor: Cen Nianfu┃Others:

One sentence introduction: Every mountain has a story, everyone is a legend

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Qingfengling

The mist is heavy, and the sky is gradually dimming.

The little birds are less noisy in summer, only a few scattered up and down in the woods, occasionally looking at themselves in pity and chirping.The shepherd boy was wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat, and was rummaging through the withered grass with straw sandals, perhaps hoping to find the herbs needed in the Wang family medicine shop.

There is a bridge in front of it, but it is only a bridge. I heard people say that bridges are also spiritual objects. Every bridge has a soul to worship. Imagine if it is not on the flesh and blood, how can it be as solid as the land?And there are tens of thousands of bridges in the world, large and small, submerged in clouds and mist, and across rivers. No one knows how many dead souls there are, and how many silent stories there are.

However, that was just a bridge. When the fog thinned a bit, I saw the half-moon-like bridge hole under the bridge. Only the sound of clear water washing gradually became clear... I saw the gurgling water shadow in the river, swaying and shaking Dangling, the oar seems to have broken a few pieces, covered with dew, breaking ripples, approaching all the way.

The old man on the boat had a pointed bamboo hat on his head, and the fringe was a little tattered; he was wearing a coir raincoat, and the brown reeds on the coir raincoat, especially the shoulders and buttocks, were worn away a lot. .When the boat approached, the old man bowed his back and climbed up to the bow of the boat, and neatly put the side of the boat on the nearby old tree stump, accurately and quickly, as if the side and the stump were of the same family.Seeing that he bent down to enter the cabin again, when he came out, he already had a scimitar in his hand, and a shabby blue cloth apron was tied around his waist, and his trouser legs were half rolled up. His exposed old legs looked like bamboo wormwood on the boat. .

The river bank is a long path, covered with all kinds of cobblestones. It is rainy in the south and the road is muddy. Our ancestors laid large pebbles on the path along the river at intervals of less than one foot. Adults can take one step at a time. A stone, but children are different. Their legs are not so long, and they have to take a big jump, and then jump again. Sometimes, if they are not careful, they may fall into the mud.

As soon as the old man came ashore, he crossed the path and went into the woods. After a while, there appeared a bouncing figure on the path, even on the slippery cobblestones, as if walking on the ground.The man held a bucket in his left hand, and a shaukei between his right hand and waist. There was also a large vegetable in the shaukei, and he came straight to the old well.The well mouth was surrounded by green shade, and the dead branches and leaves brought by the wind at night were floating on the water surface. He picked up large pieces, swung the bottom of the bucket on the water surface, filled most of the bucket with clean water, and then peeled off the leaves one by one. The green vegetable leaves, washing the silt accumulated between the leaves.

"Golden baby, help Zuzu carry two bamboos."

The speaker was the old man in coir raincoat who had been hidden in the woods before. At this time, he was carrying a bundle of bamboo on his shoulders, and some branches and leaves had not been removed. The bamboo leaves were covered with dew, and there was a layer of snow-white bamboo ash as he climbed the bamboo pole.

Jinwaer is 11 years old this year. His father ran away from home when he was three years old and never came back. He has always lived with his mother and grandmother. Unexpectedly, last year, his mother accidentally fell into the valley when she went to the mountain to collect herbs. He fell to his death, and when grandma heard the bad news, she lost consciousness for a while, and followed her mother three days later.From then on, Jin Wa'er worked with his second uncle at Cen's house on Qingfengling.Just like any child in the mountains pushes the water wheel of his parents, and it circulates and circulates like this...

That kid Jin Wa'er is really smart, "Okay, first let me say that my wages are not cheap."

He smiled, and Yang Heling chuckled, put the rolled water leaf cigarettes in the smoking hall, took out the flint and fork from his arms and lit them, and opened his palm like a bamboo pole to block the wind. He lit the cigarette with one hand, and then took two puffs, then smoothly put it to the corner of his mouth, and asked inquiringly, "Is there any need for a pot of soju?"

"It's not worth it!" Jin Wazi laughed, his lips were pouting naturally, his eyes were like soybeans, but he was as clever as a little mouse.

"Two pots? I'll keep my mouth shut!"

Yang Heling gestured distressedly.Jin Wa'er sat down on the stone pier beside the dry well, her small eyes showed an inquisitive look, her face was specious, and the corners of her mouth were muttering silently, as if she was thinking about something, Yang Heling stared at his funny face. With a small face, I thought: This baby is so clever!At this moment, Jin Wa'er clapped her palms on her knees, and shouted loudly as if bargaining, "If you don't have half the pot, you can't do less, let alone more!"

While talking, he put the washed vegetables into the Shau Kei, poured out the muddy water in the bucket, and ran home quickly, shouting back while running, "You wait for me, I will come right away! "

Children in the country, who doesn't like the lively market, they are as simple as a piece of white paper, waiting for this colorful world to gradually be dyed with color.

Yang Heling's old eyes lit up, and he quickly took two puffs of the hookah, and said half-reproached, half-gently, "You little bastard, you have a big mouth and thin teeth--you only eat good things!"

Ever since his son Yang Wanling became the head of the family, Yang Heling's pockets were tight. Although he didn't care about his man's nature and imitated the old woman who passed away and raised a few chickens, the money he laid for eggs was not enough for him to buy a couple of taels of shochu.Yang Wanling's bastard was not his own after all, and the food in the hoard was so tightly locked that even flies and mosquitoes couldn't get in, and even the rice used to be raised by the old woman's chickens was quietly withheld when cooking.

It is really sad that people are old and have no pension money!Fortunately, Yang and Lingzu left a mountain forest, which is not always the case. The mountain forest was originally left by the old woman's ex-husband, and it was transferred to his name after she remarried.Taking advantage of the good weather these days, I picked up a machete and went to the woods to select a few good-smoked mottled bamboos. I was going to sell them at the market for a few pennies and then go to the restaurant for a few sips. Life is like this, you drink less Take a sip, a day is so long, and a lifetime is just like that, why not drink a few more sips.

When Jinwa'er came back, the two packed up and walked over the mountain to the town.Just two steps away, I saw a person running over in a hurry from a distance, and when I got closer, I saw that it was Er Jiu. Yang Heling rubbed his old eyes, and saw that his hair was disheveled and his face was haggard, "Er Jiu, what are you doing so early?" went?"

Er Jiu's face was ashen, and he sighed again and again, "Don't mention it, I have met a God blocking the way."

Yang Heling laughed, "You are afraid that Director Yin will blame you, so you deliberately made up this nonsense to deceive people! You must have carried the cock in the kite."

"That's what happened last night," Er Jiu said helplessly, "Why did I lie to you? After I finished my work last night, I rushed back overnight, but I met that object at the entrance of the mountain. I walked there, walked, Going around and around, I just went around all night! Fortunately, Aunt Liu passed by the mountain pass early in the morning. Seeing that I was still going around there, she asked, "Erjiu, what are you doing?" I woke up immediately! "

He said with a gloomy expression, as if his exhaled breath was gray, "This is so fucking tired than Sister Harrier who slept all night, I have passed that pass thousands of times, and finally let me run into it once, bah, Pooh! I'm all soaked and frozen to death, and look, there's still dew on my head!"

"Don't bah, I heard early in the morning that a miscellaneous team arrived at the entrance of the village and asked someone to pick it up. It's such a big air, Manager Yin didn't see you coming back, so he ignored you."

Erjiu frowned, "He is a well-known miscellaneous class all over the south of the Yangtze River, how can he not talk about ostentation and put on airs? Originally, the Wang Yuanwai of Luoshui County had already arranged a date with them, but our master Cen's [-]th birthday is very important. Wow, I'm talking nonsense, it's like pulling a tooth out of a tiger's mouth, Wang Yuanwai also gave me a big face. No, I have to go and see!" Said and hurried away.

They walked along the embankment all the way, and the shrubs stood desertedly on the low embankment, and the copper and jade belt grass covered the slope. On the slope was a gravel road, and only those who went up the mountain to cut grass or chop firewood would pass by.

In the mountain stream, the monotonous spring water is lingering, like a soft whimper. Most of the small river has long since dried up, like a child who has lost its milk. There are piles of rocks, and the dry grass on the river bank is rotten. , it is waiting for the day when the spring water will be born.

"For so many years, this piece of land has always belonged to my family. It's a habit that people have formed. Your dog can't get rid of the habit of eating shit, but it's innate, inherited from generation to generation."

"I also want to ask, do you want to be shameless, do you want to be shameless, huh? Back then, I just gave in and said I would borrow your family to plant for two years. Alas, you are so insatiable. shameless?"

"Your family?" The man rolled his eyes, "The chicken yawned---a big tone..."

"You! Put soot on the ass of the chicken --- don't be ashamed!"

"You dog lifts the door curtain---just by mouth!"

It turned out that it was Aunt Liu, Uncle Liu and Aunt Wu. Aunt Liu, Uncle Liu were on this side of the river, and Aunt Wu was on the other side of the river.But don’t say it’s just one land. This land is sometimes more important than life to farmers. It has a name that everyone understands but is hard to say, called hope.Not to mention those monarchs and emperors who are fighting on the battlefield, hugging me as a companion --- is their ultimate dream in life.

"Big sister, what's the matter this early in the morning?"

"It's just right, Brother Yang, you can comment. Baihuiding Dongshanpo