After three months of marriage, I miss my mother and my family very much. I went into the hut on the top of the hill behind the house to see the apples. I wrote a letter to my mother while wiping the surging tears. When my face was painted as Xiaohua Mall, seven pages of stationery were filled. I saw it once, lying in a daze on the windowsill of the hut until the apple grew to the size of a button and stayed for a while. Then I tore up all the stationery, put it in the stove and lit it. When I saw them turn to ashes, I unfolded the stationery and began to write. The first letter was about my depression after a long marriage, and the last one was an illusion I made up. I want to report good news instead of bad news, and I can't ask my parents to remember me.
The next day, it was the day of the country fair. I got up early, washed my face and left. He is not at home, and I don't know where he has gone! Because it is a mountain gate, our family lives here. Such a place, a week, a fairyland on earth, a month, heaven, three months, is endless loneliness. Except this family, I wandered around inside and out and never saw anyone again. Therefore, living in the village and getting used to getting along with my sisters, I feel unprecedented loss. Although I have only been married for more than three months, I have changed a lot. I don't like dressing up and looking in the mirror. From a person who loves to talk and laugh, I became silent.
This is a typical mountainous area. In order to save energy, I took the mountain road. The mountain road is rugged and steep, and it is still a little uncomfortable after walking. Walking on the mountain road, I can't see anyone except my hurried steps. I'm scared! But in order to send a letter to my mother, I don't care so much …
The town is not big, and it is located between two mountains. Only the township government is a two-story building, and the rest of the shops and restaurants are low-rise bungalows. I'm not familiar with any place. I am familiar with the post office, because I send a letter to my mother every half month to report my safety. I'm afraid my family will miss me!
I came too early, only a woman in her thirties was sending a letter. I saw the envelope saying Chifeng City, Inner Mongolia ... This man is my hometown! I was happy at once. When I got a closer look at that face, it turned out to be my second sister. I was shocked! The second sister standing in front of me looked at me in surprise.
She asked in surprise, "Really ... Hongmei?" I didn't speak, just looked at her seriously. She became a real Shan Ye village woman. A suit of ordinary clothes, although clean, still looks clumsy. My hair curls up at the back. There are tiny wrinkles on the face and big eyes are dull and confused. Is this the second sister of that beautiful Rushan flower?
So I call her second sister, because she is from the same village and has no relatives. As long as you are older than yourself and of the same age, you are called your sister. There are three girls in their family. She is the second child, so I call her the second sister. Second sister is the only high school student in the village. I missed three points in college. In this ordinary small mountain village, she stands out from the crowd. Everyone in the village said that she was born with beauty and would definitely have a future. Only Yang, a blind man who can pinch and calculate, said, "Beauty is unlucky since ancient times. Her life is full of the moon and stars. She doesn't want anything, don't let her go ... "
At that time, everyone disagreed and said that he was talking nonsense!
Second sister was big braid. Knee length! Two big braid are black and bright. Every time after washing, there is a basin full of hair. She likes singing very much. I remember that she used to be a county cultural art troupe to apply for "Ulan Qi Mu"! Every day before dawn, I go to the back hill to practice my voice. She sings really well. I feel like an actress on TV. It's just that there is no music accompaniment. But the art troupe stopped enrolling students for a long time. She still insists on practicing singing. A person in the village has a tape recorder and recorded a tape for her. Put the tape recorder on the wall every morning, and the beautiful and moving chorus floats in the village. Everyone especially likes to listen to it.
Her family planted several acres of watermelon, and the whole family went to see it. Leave her at home to look after the house, and I am taken as a companion by her. Every night, she would sing to me. I happen to like music too. She and I became "in cahoots", and there was another singer on the mountain behind the village. I haven't figured it out yet. Has that art troupe enrolled students? The village where I live is far from the county seat, even if I enroll students, I won't know. In short, the second sister's singing became more and more melancholy and less and less, and finally became silent! What I saw was the tears quietly falling from the corner of her eyes when she stared at the starry sky. She often quarrels with her parents because of blind dates. Every blind date, she doesn't dress herself up, just goes through the formalities listlessly. During my time with her, I heard her tell me many love stories, the most of which are A Dream of Red Mansions and butterfly lovers. And she will put on the sheets at home and learn the movements vividly on the ground. I sometimes look silly. I feel that my second sister is my idol. Unlike the girls in the village, she is a good youth in the new era.
My second sister likes to sit in the yard and watch the clouds at midnight. She always says, "Hongmei, you see that cloud is more like a bird and that cloud is more like a rabbit," but I can't see what it looks like. But I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes, so I stayed with her.
When I was twenty, my second sister was twenty-three. This belongs to the older youth in the village. Her parents are a little worried about her marriage. Nagging her all day. She often sits by the river in a daze. She told me that she didn't like "buying an old cow across the mountain" and liked free love. But there are only a few boys in the village, all holding dolls. Who can she fall in love with freely?
I remember one day, I went to her house to look for her and saw that her door was locked. I was very surprised. Only after asking her neighbor, Aunt Li, did she know that she and her parents had quarreled again. She left and didn't come home for a day, so the family went to find her. I knew where she was as soon as I heard it, because she would go there every time she was sad! It is already late autumn, the weather is very cold, and there is a big time difference between morning and evening. I ran home, took a thick dress and ran outside the village. ...
Because the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, the moon rises to the sky, and the moon is missing a small piece, like a moon cake thrown away by a naughty child after taking a bite. Mountains and trees are covered with soft moonlight. As soon as I entered the valley, I heard the gurgling water. The back of my second sister is like a sculpture, standing by the river. More like an ethereal dream, silently telling the heart.
I approached her and dressed her gently. She turned around and saw it was me. She hugged me and burst into tears. I patted her on the back with distress and said, "Sister, cry, cry, I know you, cry!" " For many years to come, I will never forget the valley, the river, the figure of my second sister, and the dreamlike feeling at that time. ...
At this moment, several girls in the village married in Liaoning, and every time they came back, they were dressed in fashion and generous. I especially envy these sisters who walked out of the village and went to another world. I like to hear what they have seen and heard. I also saw the light in my second sister's dim eyes. This is the light of hope for a new life.
Second sister is married. Her man is a good man. Have a glib tongue and are very handsome. I heard that he is a businessman with a good family. I'm so happy for my second sister. I also saw my second sister's long-lost smile ... I didn't know she had married in Liaoning until my second sister left. I also heard from the villagers that she didn't persist in these years and finally lived an ideal life. Many times I am immersed in my thoughts of her. Her smile is deeply imprinted in my mind, and my personality is more and more like her. I like sitting quietly by the river, watching the clouds and the moon. ...
At the age of 22, I had a wonderful encounter. I met an armed police soldier by the river and we fell in love at first sight. Coincidentally, he is also from Liaoning. I waited until he retired and got married in Liaoning. I am lucky and happy, because I can fall in love freely. Married to the person I love most! Although I know my second sister is also in Liaoning, Liaoning is a big place, and I don't know her real address. And the second sister never came back after she got married. I have also said many times that she is doing well and forgot me, but I am so kind to her! Unexpectedly, we met here, and she and I just had an unfinished fate!
The second sister still looked at me blankly, and I said, "I am Hongmei!" " "
"I look like you, but I dare not recognize it!" My second sister took my hand happily: "How did you come to Liaoning?
"My home is here."
"You are also far married?"
"Yes!"
"……"
I took my second sister, went outside to find a tree, sat in the shade, held her hand and told me about my situation. On the way back from the email, the second sister didn't say a few words, but she seemed to have a lot to say to me, just a little embarrassed. ...
Storytellers and opera singers like to say, "Every coincidence makes a book". I feel that my second sister and I are the embodiment of this sentence. She lives in a small village three miles away from me. I think Apple's hut is at the top of the mountain, and the village I see sitting on the windowsill is my second sister's home. I have been here for three months. I miss my family and my second sister. I didn't expect her to be with me. ...
To tell the truth, I really wanted to go to my second sister's village, but she didn't leave me. She just said simply, "Take care and take your time!" ..... "There were only three miles left when I got home. I walked for a long time. I am not only physically tired, but also mentally tired. When I reached the top of the mountain, I looked back and saw my second sister standing under a tree. When she saw me looking at her, she hurried away. When she saw her figure disappear in the small village, tears of injustice ran down my cheeks. I didn't go home, so I lay in the cabin for several hours. At noon, he came.
In the evening, he came and told me to go back to sleep. Because the apple is too small, no one will be interested in it I just watch magpies and other birds during the day.
Lying on the hot kang, while he was watching TV series, I asked him, "Do you know a woman who passed by the orchard today?" She comes from the village at the foot of the mountain. "
"no!" I know he is lying because he dare not look me in the eye.
"Her husband's family? Is his man good to her? "
He pretended not to hear.
I went downstairs and turned off the TV. He still wants to drive, but I'm really angry. Just went to bed.
I lay on my lover's arm and listened to him tell me the story of my second sister. When he finished, I suddenly sat up and ran out of the house with tears in my eyes. I feel that my lungs are going to explode, and my husband in front of me is so annoying. I want to go to the top of the mountain and shout, "God, what world is this?" ? Don't you just watch them hurt people? "
My lover followed me at a loss. Every time I cry, he doesn't know how to coax me. I feel sorry for my second sister. I feel sorry for her. At that moment, I even wanted to kill everyone who hurt my second sister. ...
The second sister's husband's family is the poorest family in the village and has three sons. The second son was born with polio. So I'm in my thirties and I haven't got a wife yet. It was the early 1990s. With TV, people know how vast and colorful the outside world is. Emancipate your mind and don't blindly follow suit. Compared with Inner Mongolia, Liaoning is a place where people and cars travel, and we also drive bullock carts everywhere. Because of geography. There are many big cities in Liaoning. Cities are the leaders of ideas. Inner Mongolia is remote and closed. Narrow and ignorant. There was a man named Guo Hong who married a daughter-in-law from Inner Mongolia. He runs at both ends of the year. Have a good understanding of the customs of the two provinces. He saw many families of local people and worried that his children could not marry a daughter-in-law. And my father-in-law, there are many girls who want to get married outside their hometown. I have an idea. He began to work as a broker for the local people to extract benefits. He asked his daughter-in-law to go to her parents' house to find a suitable candidate. Her daughter-in-law didn't want to at first, because she lived alone, and she knew in her heart that she didn't want to cheat her sisters in her hometown, but men would kill her. Every time I knock her down on the kang, I will see a doctor for treatment. He will spend a lot of money to buy her brand-name clothes, tell her to wear them back to her parents' house, make those hometown sisters who don't know the truth envy her, and then listen to her. Second sister and she are high school classmates. So the second sister didn't have any precautions at first. That was her third brother-in-law, but she didn't know she had fallen into a trap until her lame husband stood in front of her on their wedding night. She just sat there with a pair of scissors in her hand, but how can she compete with a man in his thirties who is horny? She was forced to become a woman. She cried until her nose bled. At dawn, she touched the kitchen and drank the brine for making tofu. She didn't die because the brine was mixed with too much water, and then she was looked up until her daughter came into this world. Second sister put all her thoughts on her daughter!
I used to hate my second sister's weakness and why she didn't sue them. Later, I learned that the local police station always turned a blind eye to such cases, and some even euphemistically said, "It is not easy to marry a daughter-in-law if the province collapses." It is best to minimize the main problems. "
When I have a daughter, she will look at you on the board with her little feet and suck milk with her dark eyes. When we looked at each other, a maternal love that wanted to care about her and love her came into being. I forgot all the pain, only great happiness rippled in my heart. I can sacrifice all my happiness for my daughter.
I understand, second sister ...
I decided to visit my second sister, otherwise I can't be at peace. I walked from the mountain, and my wife took a pack of white flour roads with his motorcycle. According to my lover, the second sister can't eat a mouthful of white flour for a month. Liaoning is a mountainous area, which mainly grows corn and sorghum. But my hometown is full of mountains and plains where wheat is grown. On the way, I thought that the second sister grew up eating white flour steamed bread, and she was a Dachuan girl. How much injustice has she suffered? Thinking about it, I burst into tears. ...
Second sister is cutting vegetables in the yard. I was a little surprised to see us coming, but she greeted us warmly at once.
There are dozens of goslings running in the yard with golden fur. This is the first time I have seen a goose. I like it very much, as excited as I just saw an apple tree. The weather in Inner Mongolia is cold, there is no such thing!
After entering the room, I felt terrible! Second sister's house is so shabby. It's three shabby bungalows. Houses in Liaoning province are mainly bungalows with two rooms and one big house. This kang can sleep a dozen people. Inner Mongolia is dominated by herringbone houses. The house is very small. When I first came to Liaoning, I felt that the house was so empty, and now the road feels so bright. The hut in my hometown is boring. This is all a feeling caused by habit. There is only a simple set of furniture in the house. The outhouse built a small platform with bricks and several pots on it. I opened the pot covered on it, and it was sorghum rice. But the house is clean inside and outside, which is the character of the second sister. At home, although the second sister works in the field, she always washes her clothes clean.
Second sister made tea, and her man came back. This is an ugly, or almost obscene man. I have this feeling. He is very enthusiastic about my lover. When he learned that my second sister and I were in the same village, he never spoke again. There is always a woman in her fifties outside the window, spying into the house. After staying for an hour, my lover offered to leave. Second sister invited us to dinner, but her man didn't say a word. On the way back, I said, you Liaoning people are so stingy that you didn't say a good word about a bag of noodles. The lover said, "I'm afraid you were beaten by the second sister for this bag of noodles ..."
My heart suddenly lifted. Later, I heard her mother-in-law say, "My second sister's man doesn't want her to associate with her sisters in her hometown. Every time I find out, I will quarrel with my second sister or beat her. Her mother-in-law will watch her and tell her son if anyone comes. I remember the woman who peeked out the window. I realized why she didn't ask me to come in last time. She had to do it.
With a flick of a finger, it's time to pick apples. There are more than 3,000 apple trees in our family, and we all have to hire people to pick them. I asked my lover to ask my second sister for help. I want to pay her and give her some apples.
Second sister is here, and so is her man. I know his works are fake, so I'll just look at my second sister. My second sister and I are inseparable. I saw a smile on my second sister's face. Because there are many apples, it will take about a week to pick them, so I discussed with my second sister to stay. Second sister said not to stay. I am really angry. Tearful. Second sister is worried when she sees me like this. She dragged me to a deserted place and took off my pants. What I saw was the scars on her legs, big and small. There are still pieces of bruises. This is all from that man. The night I met her, he hit his second sister. Warn second sister not to associate with me again. I will be very angry. I love my second sister so much that I want to rush out and fight that man hard. Second sister said, "Don't get me into trouble ..."
I sat on the ground and began to cry. Deep down, I am full of helplessness and pain. At this point, I am also confused, and I don't know how to change all this. ...
In the days to come, although I miss my second sister very much, I never bother her again, just let my lover go to that village to inquire about her recent situation. I often sit on the top of the mountain, looking at my second sister's home and watching her work in the yard. Although her shadow is only a vague shadow. But when I see her well, I can have a good sleep. Sometimes I feel that good sisters are close at hand and can't meet each other. I want to slap my mouth ... but apart from silent tears, I am shivering with cold with the autumn wind. what can I do?
I remembered what Yang, a blind fortune teller, said ... I believed it. People are so weak and helpless before the god of fate. When I was extremely sad, I once wrote such a poem:
Everyone laughs, and you are sad alone.
Who did Meng Xiao wake up for?
Poor, closed moon, ashamed of flowers.
Alas, there are many kinds of customs.
Who pity you, a woman who is married far away?
Who knows your iceman?
The curtain of dreams will eventually become empty.
The lonely lamp and thin moon in tears
I have lived in Liaoning for twenty years and met many sisters in my hometown. Their fate is similar to that of my second sister. Every time I see their thin shoulders and melancholy eyes, my distressed heart is bleeding. Therefore, I am biased against Liaoning people. I don't like Northeasters. After my daughter graduated from junior high school, my family moved back to my hometown. It's been five years since I left my second sister. What do I hate most about Liaoning? I have lived there for twenty years. I seldom miss you. I will think of my second sister at some point. My wife goes back every year. I also know that the second sister has a new house. Both daughters are married. They are all married very close. I remember my second sister said that the biggest mistake in her life was to marry far away. Her children, she won't let them make the same mistake as her. Don't let them live this tortured life again. ...
Dear second sister, poor married woman, what I want to say to you now is: if you are well, it will be sunny …