【Double Xun】Know what is like

In 80, Xun You was 42 years old, 42 years after his escape. [-] years is a long time, so long that he has four generations under one roof, long enough to stop history, long enough to make things bleach

Xun You had considerable experience in some special escapes, so in the ensuing catastrophe, except for some unimportant unhappiness, he was not affected too deeply.He even developed the quality of standing on the wall in the long-term inhuman situation.

At first Wenxiu cried often, washing clothes, writing, and eating, crying until the small house was filled with the bitter smell of tears.She thought about jumping into the river, but the wind made her face numb, and it was Xun You who held her hand behind her.

It took a whole night to tell the story from the beginning.

Xun You talked about their encounter, their hunger, swelling, and the harmonica in the sun.Talk about a strong man who is dying, a pickpocket who is struggling to survive, and Professor Feng who is struggling to death.Talk about the dying Yulin holding his claws at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, talk about the pure land they carved out on the cliff at the end of the road, his peaceful habitat, his innocence, and his tenacity in the dangerous place of life.

Wenxiu cried silently, and Xun You held her trembling body tightly: "So, since we survived, we must live well."

From then on, Wenxiu seldom cried anymore. She made Wenxiang nephrite into a bone to support her heart.

In the deep winter of [-], Xun You walked to a snack shop one mile away to drink tea as usual. A Santana was honking its horn desperately on the side of the street. Xun You stopped to look around, and the pickpocket got out of the car.

The pickpocket reported his name, but Xun You still recognized it for 3 minutes. The pickpocket became anxious, pointing at himself and yelling: "Me! Pickpocket! The one from Shahe Farm!!"

The words "Shahe Farm" were like a heavy hammer, breaking the glass cover in Xun You's heart. He could only nod numbly: "Ah, it's you, it's you, remember."

The pickpocket was so fat that he couldn't see his eyes, and he carried a black leather document bag under his arm. It looked like he had made a fortune.He enthusiastically wanted to catch up with Xun You, and finally went to a tavern.

Xun You is a little scared. To him, "reminiscing about the past" is not so much a remembrance, but more like a shovel digging into the graveyard in his heart.He didn't know where to start, so he just lowered his head and let the warm wine in front of him dry out of thin air.

But the pickpocket is very enthusiastic. The past 40 years have been his glorious family history. He learned how to take advantage of loopholes on the farm before, until today, he has become a master.He boasted about the land he bought in Shenzhen and his travels in Beijing. This time he came to Shanghai to discuss new business. "I don't know what to do yet, first meet with some bosses and find out." He took a sip of his wine shyly.

When he was slightly drunk, the pickpocket's mouth gradually loosened: "Hey, back then, I really admired you, such a gentle and gentle person, he ran away as soon as he said he would run, and how many people in our team were released halfway through the run. The stray dog ​​who went out bit off the leg."

He hiccupped several times in a row, and patted his chest to calm down. Xun You looked at him half-drunk, so he had the courage to ask him: "Do you remember our captain Zhao at that time?"

"Hey," the pickpocket laughed, "You still ask him when he beat you up like that? After all, he is a scholar, and his heart is much wider than us."

As he said that, he bent down, pretending to be mysterious and close to Xun You's ear, and whispered, "He's dead. You were dragged out and beaten to death by the brigade the next morning after you escaped."

The surprise of the pickpocket made Xun You flustered, but he patted him on the shoulder again, as if to comfort him: "It's not because of you, it's because of something else."

The conversation stopped here, the pickpocket ordered a new jug of wine, and made several whole wine conversations, Xun You hurriedly interrupted him, and then asked: "Then why?"

"Do you really want to hear it?"

"I really want to hear it."

Whether Xun Yu was taken back by Captain Zhao to put him in a safe place, Xun You never dared to forget for a moment, he even clenched the pickpocket's hand tightly, too nervous to breathe.

"Then I said, don't blame me."

The pickpocket breathed a long sigh of relief and told the story slowly and carefully.

"We got up very early that morning. I stole something the night before. I wanted to give you some, so I got up earlier. I walked around to your room and saw that the bed was empty, so I knew something was wrong. Quickly ran back to the house and continued to sleep.

"Later when I fell asleep, someone pushed me beside me and told me to watch the excitement. I thought it must be because your escape had been exposed, so I avoided going.

"But that person told me that something happened to Captain Zhao. Where is your problem? It doesn't matter how big something happened to Captain Zhao, don't you think so? I was curious, and immediately wanted to go and see .

"When I arrived at the door of his room, everyone had already gathered around, so I pushed people away and walked in. When I got to the inner circle, I saw Captain Zhao sitting by the bed, but there was another person lying on the bed. I thought to myself Why did the thief call "stop the thief", and then I took a closer look, but it scared me dumbfounded.

"Do you know who that is? It's Xun Yu!

"Half of Xun Yu's face was still exposed outside the quilt, pale and pale, and he was only wearing a close-fitting small garment.

"I hurriedly asked the people around me what was going on. If Xun Yu was sick, we should rush to the hospital, right? Later they told me that Xun Yu had passed away long ago, and his whole body was stiff. Captain Zhao hugged him and slept the whole night!

"How were they discovered? I heard that someone passed by and saw Captain Zhao secretly—"

The pickpocket stopped suddenly when he was talking, and breathed heavily. After a few seconds, he calmed down and glanced at Xun You cautiously: "That's what happened. Later, because it was too ugly, someone ran to report to Xun You Cadre Yang was so angry that he cursed so much that he had Captain Zhao dragged out and was interrupted on the spot, and he and Xun Yu were thrown into the back mountain and buried indiscriminately."

The pickpocket spoke vividly, nailing Xun You in humiliation and immobility every word.Xun You shook his hands and poured down the rice wine in a panic, and the hot smell of wine immediately rolled from his internal organs.

He was in pain, severe pain from the bone marrow.He didn't even dare to think about it, Xun Yu's life was innocent, why did he end up like this.The pickpocket took pity on him, and even kindly erased the word "secretly", if he really said it, he was afraid that he would go crazy.

Xun You had never clarified their memories so completely and thoroughly after escaping from the farm as today. He bent down and hugged his chest, feeling the pain in his heart.The last time he lost his mind in pain and was in dizzying pain was the night when Xun Yu died in his arms 42 years ago.

The mountains, like wild Buddhas with loud bells, collapsed towards him, and the lonely shadow pierced the sky—Xun You fell to the ground in an extremely strange posture, standing upright.

After this, Xun You fell seriously ill, and the pickpocket couldn't wait for him to wake up, leaving only a thick wad of money.He didn't blame the pickpockets, he just felt that he couldn't get better, and he didn't want to get through the long winter.

During his illness, he always dreamed that the sky and the earth are vast, and the flat sand is vast and empty.I also dreamed of the gray-haired Austrian professor, of Wenxiu, the priest in the church, of Captain Zhao, a strong man, Professor Feng, and a pickpocket.He dreamed of all the passers-by who had traces in his life, but there was never Xun Yu.

Only dream idlers, not dream kings.

By the beginning of the spring of the next year, Xun You's illness was cured in the spring.He has been negotiating with Mingtu for many years, and he knows that God treats him well, but he can't share half of it with his lover. Whenever he is here, he just feels that everything is bleak and lifeless.

One day in midsummer, his grandson asked him to work hard to attend the performance of his youngest daughter's choir.

The great-granddaughter is 11 years old and has been practicing chorus in the Children's Palace. She graduates every six months. On the day of graduation, she will hold a chorus performance in the small auditorium of the Children's Palace.The children are willing to let him move around more, so that he doesn't have to be bored at home every day, feeling sad for no reason.

Xun You sat in the second row, his eyes half dazed, and he searched for a long time before finding his great-granddaughter.The great-granddaughter smiled sweetly at him and called him, "Grandfather."

Xun You nodded in response to her, but the drowsiness came quickly - he is really old, and he no longer has the spirit of staying up all night, only daring to think about Xun Yu's insomnia.

The children's chorus was divided into four parts. The children in the middle spoke first, and the rest slowly joined in. He saw his great-granddaughter's mouth bulging into a round shape and singing:

"It's quiet in the garden late at night,

Only the wind is singing softly,

how good the night is,

What a bright heart,

On this charming evening. "

The melody is so long and long that Xun You can't remember where he heard it, but he can guarantee that he must have heard it somewhere.He was thinking hard in his seat, but gradually he fell into a dream. In the dream, there was heavy snow, and he was still trekking among the mountains.

"The long night is over and the sky is getting brighter,"

He was so tired that he bent down and stood panting amid the howling wind. There was a person lying in the distance. He tentatively walked over.

"My best wishes to you, dear girl,"

He lifted off the thin quilt wrapped around him, and saw clearly the face as clear as yesterday, as white as Qiushuang.When Xun Yu saw that it was him, he smiled very gently, the gentleness of which made the world pale.He raised his hand with difficulty, his fingertips were cold, and touched the side of his face.

"I hope that from now on, you and I will never forget,"

His voice was soft and thin, like a fairy whispering in the sky.

——After I die, no one will say that about you again, and you will live well and live a long life.

——Don't forget me, Gongda.

—Remember that someone is here loving you.

"Moscow outskirt's night."

The voices of the children are innocent, and they don't know that 40 years ago, a 32-year-old young teacher traveled all the way from Kunming to a farm in the northwest border.The young teacher didn't know his future, but felt that the current life was very hard. Fortunately, he brought the harmonica given by his father.

The young teacher likes music, so he can play the harmonica. In fact, he knows that Soviet songs are best played with the accordion.

The young teacher secretly fell in love with the engineer who lived with him, and finally one day, in the frustration of the engineer, he had the opportunity to gift him this song.

He stared at him in the golden daylight, wishing he could understand his words.His sweetheart was sitting beside him, watching him silently, and he wanted to tell him, but it was so embarrassing.The young teacher thought to himself, this idiot, let it be if he doesn’t understand.

In midsummer's chorus, Xun You dreamed of his lover for the last time.