The children of those days have also grown up, and the girl is as graceful and graceful as if there is another flower in the yard. The boy has also grown up, and is handsome and unrestrained, with flying eyebrows, a bit unruly and lazy, which is very attractive to girls.
The number of marriage proposals for boys is no less than for girls.
He looked at the boy, feeling complacent. He must have looked a bit like himself back then. However, the tavern owner said rudely that it was up to his mother. Then that day, Lao Yin rarely went fishing and ordered a plate of green beans and half a bottle of wine.
He continued, "It's up to his mother." He smiled and touched the tip of his nose. If that's the case, then so be it.
As the child grows up, he also gets older, but the woman seems to have not changed at all and should still be as beautiful.
Later, the girl got married. On the day of her wedding, Shangyang Village was very lively, with many people coming and going. The girl’s husband’s family was well-off, the son was suave, the man was talented, and the girl was beautiful, which made others envious. The girl cried and got on the sedan chair, and then she went to the sedan chair again.
I have never come back to Shangyang Village and this courtyard. In the year when the girl got married, the boy also left. He said that Shangyang Village was too small and wanted to see the outside world. The woman was very sad and cried for the first time.
, the girl didn’t cry on the day she got married. She didn’t know why she cried on this day. He advised her that when the child grows up, he will leave home one day and go out to have a try. When he is tired and tired, he will always be there.
Came back.
Someone in the village had gone out, and the boy listened to the stories they told him, and fantasized about taking a lone boat, going far in the Dayang River, all the way to the entrance of the sea. On the sea, a sea ship rode the wind and waves, and the sea breeze blew
, the world there is so big and boundless.
There are islands and waves, there are thunder striking the sea surface, bringing bursts of lightning to swim, there are giant whales that are as big as a ship, and you can even see mirages. Then he can find a paradise, like a myth
A legendary world.
The woman's cry did not dissuade the boy from wanting to make a living, and he did not give up, but he was even more unwilling to do so. He always felt that Shangyang Village was small, and there must be a more beautiful, better and bigger place waiting for him outside than this courtyard.
The boy smiled brightly the day he left. He walked along the Xiaoyang River. From this canyon, there is the Dayang River, where there are boats. The boy walked farther and farther, and his back became smaller and smaller. The moment before he disappeared, he turned back
He waved his hands vigorously, telling the woman and him to wait for him to come back to pick them up.
He held the woman in his arms and stood under the apricot tree in front of the door, quietly watching the boy go away. When the boy left, he took the woman's heart with him, as well as the hearts of many girls in the village who were crying secretly.
The boy left and never came back. When he came back, it was in a jar. The woman's tears seemed to have dried up on the day the boy left. She did not cry, but silently hugged the jar containing the boy's ashes.
The jar sat there all night without saying a word or drinking a sip of water.
In the early morning, when the first ray of sunshine shone on Shangyang Village, the woman buried the jar under the apricot tree. From then on, the woman spoke very little, sometimes not saying a word for several days.
It seemed as if she had been buried in the soil along with the jar. But her appearance seemed to become clearer, and sometimes it gave him a strange feeling that he had seen her before and recognized her in the deepest part of his memory.
Later, he learned that the boy's adventure experience was not exciting. The boy did not die in the feuding world, nor did he die in the battlefield. He did not have bright clothes and angry horses, and he did not win the crown and become a beauty in anger. After he went out, no one would give him anything.
He prepared the meals and did everything himself. The boy didn't get better, but he didn't get worse either. It was just an ordinary typhoid fever that he didn't get over.
He was sad but calmer when he found out about the day the boy died.
He still went hiking, but less often. There was a new teacher in the private school, and there were fewer villagers looking for him to do carpentry work. His waist gradually became bent, and he fed birds, fish, and planted crops every day.
Collecting grain is very tiring and hard, and I haven't been to that tavern for a long, long time.
Another five years, this year's winter, just like the winter when the girl got married and the boy left the village, came very quickly. Heavy snow blocked the roads early, except for the early blooming plum blossoms and the stubborn bamboos.
The village seemed to have been sealed by the heavy snow, exuding a dying air of death.
The cold wind blew the ice and whistled in the valley, going back and forth along the Xiaoyang River over and over again, taking away one after another life that had reached its end and sending them to spring.
This year's winter was much colder than in previous years, especially at night. A firelight in the yard was reflected from the window, with a hint of warmth, but it seemed so cold in the cold windy night with snowflakes falling rapidly.
It was insignificant. The cold wind screamed outside the window and lingered around. On the deep snow layer on the ground, the cold wind formed circles of whirlpools and hung up large snowflakes. The sky was dark, except for the countless falling snowflakes.
The snowflakes make people feel lost after looking at them for a long time.
His temples are gray and his face is full of wrinkles. He is sitting around a small brazier, holding a small carving knife in his hand, carving carefully. When his hands are a little cold, he puts them on the brazier.
Bake it for a while, then carve it when it is warmer. The woman is also sitting by the brazier, mending a piece of clothing by the dim light.
After he finished carving, he put it in front of his eyes and saw that a boy and a girl looked lifelike when they were children. He looked up at the woman and said softly: "It's night, go to sleep."
The woman hummed, but did not get up. She was still mending her clothes. Finally, she added, "After mending this, I will go to bed."
He nodded kindly, did not fall asleep, and looked at the woman quietly. The woman's appearance seemed to have not changed at all, just like when he first saw her. It seemed that the owner of the tavern had not changed either, from the last time he saw him.
He was still so young and handsome, and even Lao Yin still looked sickly and still went fishing by the stream. But this winter is so cold, Xiaoyang River has frozen, and there are no fish to catch.
"If it snows so hard, will it freeze the flowers in the yard to death?"
The woman put the needle and thread to her mouth, bit it off gently, and said softly: "No."
Yes, the flowers in the corner fall off every year, but they bloom every year. The clouds in the sky dissipate day by day, but they also reunite every day. Just like in this world, people die and there is life.
Still that winter, the salesman brought back a letter home from outside the village, written by a girl. This chapter has been completed!