Rebirth Night Talk

Zhao Xuejun was trotted away by Wang Xi, they ran faster and faster, Zhao Xuewen and the others were quickly left behind.

Passing through the cave dwellings on the side of the village of Jikong, scared off a few roosters and local dogs that were freely foraging on the side of the road, and followed a dirt road that became smoother and smoother, they came to a small building with blue bricks that looked like a temple. stop before.Earth Temple?Temple of Wealth?What kind of temple is this?The era of wantonly building temples has not yet come, has it?Shouldn't there be?Zhao Xuejun looked at Wang Xi wonderingly, this person is actually interested in this?

The blue brick house has been well cared for, and the dirt road in front of the house is also the smoothest in the whole village.Villagers carrying hoes pass by here from time to time, and when they see something protruding or sunken, he will stop, walk over and gather it together.

Wang Xi held Zhao Xuejun's hand and led him to the gate of the temple. Suddenly he shouted: "There are so many dead people!!!" After closing the door, he pulled the latch tightly and laughed loudly at the door.

Standing in the temple, Zhao Xuejun stared blankly.This is a mourning hall, and in the middle of the mourning hall is a terraced stone platform.Tablets are laid out layer by layer on the platform. There are ten or twenty layers of tablets, and each floor has more than a dozen.There is a plaque on the top of the tablet on the top floor, on which are written three big characters "Temple of Martyrs".

After a while, the temple gate was pushed open again, and Zhao Jianguo walked in with Wang Xi's ear and said, "This is the glorious martyr of Xiaoshantou Village in the War of Resistance Against Japan and the War of Liberation!" Wang Xi stuck out his tongue and lowered his head.From the looks of it, he doesn't care.

"Your father is very worried about you. He was so upset when he was constructing a blasthole on the mountain. Wang Xi, you are here to receive education!" If this was not Wang Lu's son, Zhao Jianguo would have taken off his belt and smoked.

Wang Xi curled his lips indifferently, and muttered in a low voice, "My dad is just a fool."

Zhao Jianguo sighed and said: "It's not just Xiaoshantouzi Village, do you know that since I came to Jiangguan County, I have inspected many villages, and all of these villages have one thing in common, that is, they are poor, and there is another thing in common, that is, every village here Every village has a martyr's shrine. Xiaoshantou used to have a name, guess what it was called?" Zhao Jianguo turned his head and looked at Zhao Xuewen and the others who came in.Although they don't know what happened.But they immediately shook their heads at Zhao Jianguo, who had a bad look, and said that what happened had nothing to do with him.

"Widows' village! Widows' village! On the day of Liberation in Xiaoshantou Village, there was not a single male over 13 years old in the whole village?"

After Zhao Jianguo finished speaking, he wiped one of the crooked tablets with his sleeve, and carefully helped to straighten it: "In the past, the Yang family conquered the twelve widows. In fact, many stories in the story books are fictional, but behind the fiction, it There must be something to refer to. We Shanxi people fought a long time ago in ancient times, so we must be strong and loyal! This is why Wang Lu and I brought you from the city. To be a man, we must not forget our roots. This general of the Yang family is also from Shanxi. .”

After Zhao Jianguo finished speaking, he looked for Wang Xi again, but Wang Xi had already left the door and disappeared.

Along the small road in Xiaoshantou Village, Zhao Xuejun searched for a long time, and finally found Wang Xi on a sunny hillside. He was lying there with a straw in his mouth, looking angry.Zhao Xuejun sat next to him, and Wang Xi immediately became furious: "What do you want to do?"

"I came to see you cry." Zhao Xuejun's tone was teasing.

"Get out! You're the one crying!" Wang Xi's invisible hairs stood on end.

"You hate your dad?" Zhao Xuejun asked him.

Probably got the point, Wang Xi snorted, and lay down again. After he lay down for a while, Zhao Xuejun sat with him and didn't speak.Zhao Xuejun remembers that at this age, he was exactly the same as Wang Xi.To put it bluntly, this is a childish trick to get his father's attention.However, who am I to give him a tearful revolutionary sermon?Useless!Growth is instantaneous, if you fall down and bleed, you will grow up.

"My dad...huh, by the way, and your dad, both are dead-headed. Look who is still playing this game...I'm so worried. Ah!" Wang Ximeng yelled.The mountain baby over there laughed, and Wang Xi stood up and threw a stone at him.Those children were not angry, they continued to laugh and ran further away.

"Wang Xi." Zhao Xuejun yelled, Wang Xi threw down the stone in his hand, and sat angrily on one side leaning against a tree trunk that was about to dry up.

"I go to school every day, and it's hard to take a break. I have a lot of things with them. I've agreed with them a long time ago. He didn't ask me a question, and he threw me into the mountains." Wang Xi nagged with anger.

"Weren't you all right yesterday?"

"Yesterday, I didn't know that this fucking place is like this. You see, besides Bald Mountain, there are, and... this bunch of soil turtles... I'll go... I'll go...!" After cursing, he picked up the Stone throwing Shanwa.

In the distance, Zhao Xuewen and Zhao Xuebing ran over, and Wang Rui followed behind them, shouting while running: "Brother! You run, Zhao Xuejun's brother is going to dig a hole for you..."

Wang Xisa ran away, and Zhao Xuewen rushed to push him down...

Half an hour later, at the top of a loess mound behind Xiaoshanzi Village.Wang Xi was really dug and buried.Zhao Xuewen and Zhao Xuebing dug a big hole on the mound, threw Wang Xi into it and filled it with soil, leaving only his head outside.Wang Xi yelled at Shanshita, twisting his head left and right.

"Zhao Xuewen, don't fucking bully me because of your superiority, I'm not afraid of you! One-on-one!"

Zhao Xuewen leaned leisurely on the big tree and squinted to catch the sun.

"Zhao Xuebing, don't tell me to fight next time, just wait!"

Zhao Xuebing spread his hands: "I have always been the second child, brother, I can't help you this time."

"Bah, Wang Rui, you traitor!"

Wang Rui ran down the mountain, ignoring his brother at all.Zhao Xuejun was overwhelmed with joy. He turned his face to look at the flock of sheep downhill, and sighed, if only he had a camera.

Wang Xi kept scolding, his face became more and more purple, and the three brothers who had done bad things didn't even see it. They walked around a few times leisurely, and then got together and lay down on the slope to bask in the sun.

"Wang Xi...Wang Xi! Zhao Xuewen, I will beat you to death. Where is the shovel? Where is the shovel!!!" Zhao Jianguo was called by Wang Rui. When he came, he saw Wang Xi's nose bleeding and his face turned purple. Oxygen.

Zhao Jianguo dug with his fingers in a panic. The three brothers who knew that they had caused trouble quickly found tools and helped them do it together.

After a while, Wang Xi was laid flat on the soil slope, with two balls of toilet paper stuffed in his nose, panting in his mouth, and continued to curse. He fanned.

"Dog thing, heads-up... ah... I... didn't lose!!"

"You've won, you've won!" Zhao Xuejun said flatteringly.

"This... broken... broken... ha... place... place, I will never come again."

"Not coming! Not coming!"

"You wait...wait for me, dig a hole...buy you, I will not take revenge...I was raised by you..."

"Can't afford it, can't afford it, can't afford it..."

On the other side of the hill, Zhao Jianguo chased Zhao Da with a shovel, and Zhao Er ran all over the mountain, cursing as he ran, "You bastard, do you have such a nonsense!"

Zhao Xuewen turned around and called Qu: "Dad, we used to bury people on the construction site to play! It's okay! Who knew that kid was so ugly!"

"Nonsense, the construction site is sand, next time you bury people in the sand... Pooh! Zhao Xuewen, you bastard, see if I don't beat you to death today!"

Another half an hour later, Wang Xi crossed his hips triumphantly, with the toilet paper still stuffed in his nose, and smiled in a low voice, "Haha, you guys have today too!"

Zhao Xuewen and Zhao Xuebing were dug and buried by their own father, and they were buried up to the chest cavity. Even so, they couldn't move.Zhao Xuebing looked into the distance, and shouted at Zhao Xuejun who was being carried away by his father and kept struggling: "The third brother! For the sake of the party and the country, we must give the second brother a hand!!!!!!!"

"Second brother! You wait for me to save you! You must hold on!!!!!!!!!!!!"

At noon, the five of Zhao Xuewen and his father ate at the mouth of the well. Due to civil strife, they formed a five-corner formation, with each person sitting on a corner.They ate the same pie that my father ate every day.

To distribute food is to send it to that fellow's house, and eat at that fellow's house.To eat the same things as my hometown.Everyone pays [-] cents and [-] taels of food stamps.Meals are very simple, pickles, corn bread.Corn gnocchi cooked in corn soup.The villagers who were sent to cook wanted to please the children, so they wrapped persimmon lumps in the corn lumps.

Normally, Zhao Xuebing would not eat any persimmons, but today, the second son of the Zhao family ate three bowls of rice.Zhao Jianguo laughed because he worked too much and had a good appetite.Can you have a good appetite? I struggled out by myself despite the beating.

The machinery for digging the well was rattling, rattling, boringly. The villagers gathered around after eating, and sat not far away to watch.Zhao Jianguo was very happy today. He proudly introduced his baby to the whole village, and then distributed a pack of Shanghai White Rabbit toffee that his wife brought along with him.While posting, he smiled and said, "Try it, try it, this is the toffee brought by my wife to Shanghai." He was halfway through the post, but the candy was gone, so he had to look at the mountain boys around him with an embarrassed smile .

Zhao Xuejun pursed his lips, ran back to his place of residence, and took out the two catties of glutinous rice sticks that he had quietly bought from his schoolbag.When he came, he was thinking about bringing something to his father.Now, he thinks it is also good to share food with the villagers.Before leaving the house, he dragged one out of the three Eagle cigarettes his mother brought with her.These Eagle brand cigarettes are not expensive, only forty-three cents a pack.

Pass the cigarette rice sticks to Dad.Zhao Jianguo took it and touched the head of his third son: "You are clever." Zhao Xuewen and Zhao Xuebing immediately sneered: "Traitor! Pu Zhigao!" Wang Xi brought a bowl to him: "Yes, you finally found out. It's his ugly nature!"

Zhao Xuejun smiled smugly indifferently.As long as Dad is happy, it can do anything.

Zhao Jianguo was about to unpack the cigarettes, but the old secretary standing on the side of the hill couldn't bear it anymore. He walked over and stopped him and said, "Secretary Zhao, I can't do it, I can't do it, can I take yours?"

"It's okay, it's okay, the baby's mother bought it for the folks to taste." Zhao Jianguo and he fought around the machine well like a fight.

In the end, the cigarette was still confiscated by the old secretary, so Zhao Jianguo had to distribute a circle of glutinous rice sticks.The old secretary held the cigarette under his armpit, stood majestically under the crooked tree with shell shells hanging on it, and waved his hand boldly and said, "When the well comes out of the water, the whole village will smoke it together!"

Zhao Jianguo laughed loudly, and pointed at him: "You old guy, you took my cigarettes to entertain people, and you are the only one."

The old secretary came to the edge of the well with a smile on his face, sat down cross-legged, and looked inside eagerly.The children also gathered around, watching someone hoist the basket, the basket of soil, out of the well and dump it aside.The pairs of hands holding on to hope are extremely rough and generous, and the eyes are bright and kind on those dusty faces.One hour, two hours, the work was repeated mechanically.

"Dad, when will the water come out?" Zhao Xuewen finally got tired of watching it.

"The technicians in the province said it's coming soon." Zhao Jianguo replied.

"Hmph, you said it fast last month!" The old secretary sneered, puffing on his pipe.

"Why? Dislike me? Drive me away? One more day of digging, and one more day of my stay." Zhao Jianguo seemed to be arguing with this old man to pass the time every day.

"I've been waiting for how many generations, don't worry. I don't dislike you. If you want to live, you can live. I guess, if your family comes, I can put it down on Xiaoshantou. I go to work every day. I will dig a few hoes for you facing the mountain, one hole a year, and four holes cave dwellings in four years. Are the children studying? If you don’t want to, come to the small hill to marry a wife and raise children. You will also come later, I'm dead, I'll be your secretary, do you think it's okay!?"

Zhao Xuejun and the others laughed together, and the old secretary looked even more complacent.From time to time, he took out the cigarette under his armpit, caressing the cellophane on it strangely...

Zhao Xuejun had seen an oil painting portrait of his father before. In that portrait, his father's big hands were full and rough, full of ravines, as if his whole life had been filled with sorrow and sorrow.Today, when he came to the small hill, the hands of most of the villagers here, even the hands of the aunts, are also similar to the hands of the father in the painting.

The old secretary looked at it for a while, then stood up and sat beside Zhao Xuewen, looking up and down with some affection: "Baby! Your father said, are you a high school student?"

Zhao Xuewen nodded in embarrassment, high school students have nothing to be proud of, right?

"Then you (teach) the children in our village to succeed, our educated youths have all returned to the city. The hills can't afford to support Mr., have the children released ducks! Just a few days."

"Old guy, don't worry, this is the next item, I'll send you Mr. Xiaoshantou when I get back!" Zhao Jianguo explained immediately.

"I'm not in a hurry, I just miss your baby, tell him to give us a class, and let's get angry like high school students, okay?"

Zhao Xuewen looked up at his father, and Zhao Jianguo nodded.Zhao Xuewen shook his head, Zhao Jianguo waved his fist, and he had no choice but to agree.

As the old secretary happily knocked on the cannonball casing under the crooked tree, he yelled, and all the dolls, daughters-in-law, old ladies... as long as they were able to move, all gathered at the head of the old temple in the village.Most of the initial prototypes of schools in this country were in temples, and Xiaoshantou was no exception.

Zhao Xuewen was a little frightened and stood outside the classroom in circles. He kept asking everyone: "What do I teach? What do I teach..."

Wang Xi leaned against the big tree and said without sympathy: "Can you teach them 5323, 1323, you will know that!"

Zhao Xuejun covered his mouth and laughed, but Zhao Xuewen suddenly realized: "Yes, I can teach them to sing a song." After he finished speaking, he continued to circle around on the spot: "What are you singing? What are you singing? Let's row our oars? This Not good, my Chinese heart? No...well... Huo Yuanjia, no way!"

Seeing his brother's pitiful turn, Zhao Xuejun said to his brother: "Brother, that song is not bad."

"That song?" Zhao Xuewen looked at his younger brother anxiously.

Zhao Xuejun hummed the tune lightly, and Zhao Xuewen was immediately satisfied: "Yes! Yes! It's this one, from Xifeng's words! This is good, I think, this is good..."

"What a fart!" Wang Xi put his hands in his trouser pockets and turned to leave.

Zhao Xuewen hummed once on the spot and waved his arms passionately. After tossing, he ran to the classroom, picked up the chalk, and wrote down on the blackboard seriously: I went back last year

You just wore new cotton robes

I'll see you this year

you get fat and tall

Do you remember

The lotus in the pond turns into a lotus pod

Few flowers don't worry about no color

I dye the leaves red

The children came quietly, and there were only twenty or so of them, big and small, sitting on the soil benches piled up with stones one by one.There are no tables, and they carry small stone slabs on their laps.Those mountain babies are obedient, and they put their hands behind their backs consciously without speaking.

The blackboard on the podium is small, the sunlight from the window shines in, and the dust is gently waving.

Zhao Xuewen trembled all over, bowed, then pointed to the blackboard, looked at the beams, and said in a trembling voice: "Today, I will teach you to sing a song. The name of this song is Xifeng's Fa (Words)!" Everyone read it to me again, Xifeng's (words)!"

"The Hair of the West Wind!"

For many years after that, people in the village called this song "Xifeng's Hair". No one knew that it was because the little teacher was too timid to teach the wrong song name.

The old secretary was smoking a dry pipe, listening to the singing from the old temple far away, he felt beautiful.Zhao Jianguo put down the basket full of soil in his hand and sat down next to the old secretary, feeling a little melancholy... Hey, the children are all grown up and can... teach.

In the next two days, the five of them grabbed each other all over the mountains and plains in the morning, grabbed each other and buried each other.In the afternoon, Zhao Xuewen taught singing, and Wang Xi leaned against the temple wall to listen with a sarcastic expression.Wang Xi was a tough kid, so he fought Wang Rui to a draw with the Zhao brothers.Zhao Xuejun felt that the eldest brother was letting the water go, maybe... he realized that something was wrong with Wang Xi.

That night, Zhao Xuewen and the others lay on the kang and told ghost stories.Suddenly... from the other side of the machine well, there was a crisp sound of knocking shell casings.

The aunt in the cave facing the kerosene lamp was making shoes. She was dazed for a while, and then she jumped off the kang and ran out barefoot. Clock, what’s wrong! The bell is ringing! Baby daddy! Baby daddy! Your mother’s (heel) heel, the Jijing bell is ringing!”

Zhao Xuejun and the others looked at each other, put on their clothes neatly and ran out, looking down from the top of the cave.On every road in the village, the villagers of Xiaoshantou are running with fire in their hands, like a dragon dancing in a hurry.

when!Those kerosene lamps, candles, torches, and lit brooms illuminated the crooked neck of the old tree, the face of the old secretary, and he cried with a crying voice: "Water...water...water...oh! Water!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Immediately, the small mountain village was boiling with people beating pots and setting off firecrackers.The young daughters-in-law danced in their own turbans and shouted heartbreakingly in the village: "Water! Water! Water!"

What kind of situation it was, we can't describe it in words, what kind of excitement it was like, even the best composers couldn't write the exhilaration of this moment.The children stood on the high slope and looked at their father, who poured a basin of water over his head, howling: Water! ! ! !water! ! ! ! ! ! !

Zhao Xuejun's eyes were moist, everyone was crying, weeping uncontrollably, this moment seemed to be the reincarnation of two lives to witness this moment, it turned out that the last life was really wrong.Zhao Xuewen and the others looked at their father, their father had never lived with such passion, so high, so enthusiastic, so tall...

Beside him, someone suddenly said something serious: "I think I should have an ideal, or go to do something." Zhao Xuejun patted him on the shoulder: "I think you should put your shoes on right."

Annoyed, Wang Xi adjusted his reversed shoes, and followed the people rushing towards the entrance of the village yelling.Early the next morning, Wang Xi got up quietly and scrubbed all the hundred and ten memorial tablets in the Martyr's Shrine here.While he was cleaning, the mountain baby of about the same size in the village still looked at him from a distance, not disturbed.

At the top of the hill, there was finally water, and Zhao Jianguo and the children were about to leave. On the day of leaving, Zhao Jianguo took the children to the entrance of the village.The whole village stood there.The mountain babies also cried.After they walked a long way, many mountain children suddenly sang: "Westerly's hair... I went back last year, and you just wore new cotton robes."I came to see you this year, and you got fatter and taller.Do you remember?

The lotus in the pond turns into a lotus pod, and if there are few flowers, there is no need to worry about having no color.I dyed the leaves red...

The old secretary, standing on the high slope, watching from a distance, kept calling: baby!to come back!Founding!you want to come back!baby!Do you want to come back! ! ! !Back to our hill! !Remember you... you come back! ! ! !Drink water! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !Drink water……