triumphant sister

The teacher is a physique teacher. Every physique teacher performed a peacock dance accompanied by the music of the Dai-flavored love song Hulusi. It was only later that the principal was a peacock fan.

Liu Xingnan thought of Gu Chengen wearing funny heavy makeup, carrying a trash basket, dancing "Little Basket", and holding up two big sunflowers to dance "Good Luck". It would be better if it wasn't a public rehearsal. "Notes", which was just popular at that time, wore a white skirt with a transparent umbrella, and sang Xu Huaiyu's "Umbrella".

When "Unforgettable Tonight" came to mind, they all moved their stools and prepared to leave. If Gu Chengen's program was scheduled late or was arranged by the teacher to do something, Liu Xingnan moved her stool back and went to the backstage to look for her. There was a strong smell in the backstage The smell of big wooden props and the smell of fragrant powder.

Gu Chengen likes to play a childish game with her very much, that is to hide behind the curtain of the stage to scare her, and then she counterattacks and hugs Gu Chengen tightly through the dark red suede curtain, and then Gu Chengen's silly laughter will It came muffled from the arms through the curtain.

It was a day when thousands of households were in trouble, a respectable old man set up a table at the door, and wrote Spring Festival couplets one by one for the people who came to ask for words. The spirit of this old man was like a calligraphy teacher in a school. The teacher is talented and unrestrained, the school song is written at a world-class level, and he has a hot relationship with the life teacher. In the class, half of the calligraphy class is usually finished, and the remaining half of the class tells the story of his alias Wang Laomu and eating bugs in Xishuangbanna , When it came to the point of exhaustion, the ruler in his hand directly hit the student's head to make a sentence, and the child was beaten so much that he held his head and dared not make a sound.

The maverick Wang Laomu taught the students to write the first character not 'Yong', but the character 'Jia'. Coincidentally, there are two characters 'Jia' in the couplets just written by the old man on the table.

"Thousands of joy in the prosperous age, prosperity of all families in the New Year."

People love 'home' so much and are nostalgic for 'home'.

at home.

At the eastern foot of Taihang Mountain, Nuwa used to knead earth to make people and smelt stones to mend the sky. The ancestors of Cishan in the early Neolithic period lived here. , the shape and sound have not changed and have been used for more than [-] years. Zeng Xiong was ranked among the top seven in the Warring States Period. The statue of King Zhao Wuling riding and shooting in Hufu stands tall in the city today, reminding people that this was once a famous capital in the world. It's not just a dream of yellow beams, there are idioms, Tai Chi, rich in "holding a sharp weapon, Yuyu suitable for the land" who love to sing and make trouble, and there are many people who are "pretty and graceful, and beautiful like jade". The daughter of Zhao at the king's side.

One of them is a small town, which is their home.

Rich in minerals, rich in coal.

There are too many Yugong who buried his head in moving mountains and Sisyphus who repeated himself like the sun, gnawing garlic and donkey meat enema with his head down.

The mine where Grandpa Gu Chengen was buried is still giving out a subsidy, one yuan a day, and his father will receive it for 40 years.

This small town is their home, their eternal center, and the place where Gu Chengen will stand even if he is reborn as a beech tree in his next life.

They once held hands and walked through the old road full of ruts after the rain.

The "mobile supermarket" is here, and the salesman pushes the cart and starts a day of local rap:

Take a look, you can get anything you want, except for what you don’t have;

spoon pliers radish wiper, cover scissors wooden comb grate;

Large steel nails and small steel nails, stainless steel handle;

The poker phone book, there are scratchers, screwdrivers, thimbles, and elastic cords;

Poison rats and mosquitoes, poison flies and fleas, and poison that grain-saw robber;

After recalling all the words, Liu Xingnan also walked home.

The traditional door of his hometown, like a kind old face, is waiting for Liu Xingnan.

It's just that there is no way to post Spring Festival couplets on the door of my hometown this year.

On the evening of New Year’s Eve, Gu Chengze arrived at Gu’s Ancestral Hall holding the handlebar of his bicycle in one hand and a bowl of dumplings in the other. The last time he stepped here was 20 years ago. He and his sister went to preschool in a side room here, and the tables were made of unprocessed wood. There is a layer of rain cloth, and the window is a black rain screen. In the air, there is the smell of wood from the pencil stub in the hand, and the salty smell from the children. They are singing "Little Bamboo Pai Shun" like ducks. The water flows, the birds sing and the fish swim', Gu Chengen peeked at the female classmate's white leather schoolbag, the zipper of the schoolbag is colorful, it is the most beautiful schoolbag she has ever seen, but Gu Chengze is envious of his sister, the senior Students can sit on high chairs, but he has to stick his ass to the ground. After class, he asks his sister for a dime to buy malt candy. This time, he must fully stir it before eating.

Later, when I went to this neighborhood, I went to find my father. It was when a strong man in the town died suddenly, and his relatives temporarily put the body in the ancestral hall. No one has ever counted how many days the excitement took. My father squatted under the shrine of an old locust tree that was dead or not, holding a huge bowl and putting a big pot of vegetables in his mouth, eating like that. He had remembered it for many years, and after a brief conversation with his father, he glanced inside. There were dilapidated statues of gods hanging on the wall, and the tree stumps piled up in the yard in preschool were already moldy. There, it's not like in front of you at all.

Gu Chengze lit a cigarette and looked at the newly renovated ancestral hall. The brand-new wooden carved palace lanterns were neatly hung on the corridors on both sides and the walls were repainted. It is a picture of 24 filial piety, and there are many monuments of meritorious deeds on both sides of the road. Gu Chengze took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, and the red light of the cigarette butt was reflected on one of the black monuments. The name of his father was engraved on it. I don't know that my father has made such a contribution here. The more money he donates, the more heavily guarded the place will be. My sister will never set foot on this land except for her marriage. He enters the main hall of the ancestral hall. There were a lot of people coming, so the door of the main hall was wide open, and an old man beside him looked at him without saying a word, probably because he didn't know his face, Gu Chengze found the line that gave him life on the wall, he Eighteen generations of ancestors, the father's name was newly written on it, and the blank mother beside it had been filled in. He knew that his father happened to be the No.18 generation of this line without counting.

This is a very interesting coincidence.

Once I took my father’s car and passed by a cemetery. One of the new concrete foundations stood tall, with new wreaths erected beside it. My sister asked my father why the grave looked like that. My father said that most of the graves died young. The young man, there are still ancestors who have not been buried in the soil, so this young man cannot be buried in the soil, so he can only seal the coffin with cement on the ground temporarily. The sister chuckled thoughtfully, and asked about her ancestral grave, My father said it was useless to tell her that she was a girl who did not need to go to worship her ancestors. He also mentioned that our town was called Arrow Village before. The reason was simple and rude, because it used to make arrows. The "humble" people have finally found the reason for the jingle of being poor. My father also joked that, counting their generation, the Gu family has indeed been poor for eighteen generations.

"It seems that our generation of Chengen Chengze is about to change luck and become prosperous."

"Thanks to the tenacity of the ancestors, it is not easy for a group of "untouchables" to survive."

"Save a little bit of Denini, be careful that no one will protect you when you meet a lantern ghost at night."

"Dad, have you ever seen a ghost?"

"Well, the earliest time was in the soap factory when I was a child. One night, I sneaked into the factory building with a few guys, trying to steal a few pieces of soap that had just been cut and was hanging out. The whole group saw it, so Tall black shadows..."

The father took his hands off the steering wheel and exaggeratedly showed it to his sister. The more she heard it, the brighter her eyes became. It turned out that her sister at that time was not afraid of death, but was afraid of dying.

To be the daughter of someone for a lifetime without leaving her name behind is death.

She knew that her father would not lie, and there was no need for such ghosts and gods. She was the person who believed in her father the most in the world, so the more she listened, the happier she would be. Stars would shine out of her eyes, which was a glimmer of hope.

At that time, my elder sister knew that there is no need to pass on the family to the female. The female is just a tool for carrying on the family. As long as the tool is functioning, you can fold it there. Cutting off children and grandchildren, there will be no ancestors, as if they never existed.

Gu Chengze put the dumplings in front of the case, and under the watchful eyes of the old man, he knelt down in front of his parents' names and didn't get up for a long time.

The continuation of life is still life, but the meaning of life is not just continuation.

My sister and parents may not be here, but they will definitely be together to protect themselves.

Chapter 5

Fifth letter:

If this world is a big calculator, and consciousness created this world in front of it, then what kind of plot needs do I appear for?If you think about it more, you will know that there is no fate, everything is the result, but if you think more, and follow the result to think about the cause, you will find that there is no cause and effect, everything is fate.What the body touches but the consciousness fails to catch, or what the consciousness touches but the body cannot complete, constitutes entanglement.

I once fell into the abyss of thinking and was tortured by all kinds of contradictions. When I was finally freed from the contradictions, the only thing left for me was reverence and cherishment of life.When we were young, we tore off the transparent epidermis of Sijiqing in front of the Qiuzhi Building to watch the arranged cells, blew up N test tubes at the wrong angle in the chemistry classroom of the Sizhen Building, and cut ants in half with our fingers in the garden in front of the Nangying Building to watch it. Struggling hard, in the knee-high carnation bushes in front of Yingxue Building, I waited half the night with you tied up at the corner of my clothes, waiting for the shooting star to make a wish.

I was a child who knew nothing then, every