Mazui Village has returned to its former tranquility, as if everything was a dream. The days have returned to the same routine as before. When I got up early in the morning, my grandfather and grandson sat upright on both sides of the table, each with a writing brush in his hand. In front of Lu Shanmin were two yellowed copies of Zhao Mengfu's Anhui and Tao Te Ching, and he began to practice the compulsory courses for more than ten years. Character.
Grandpa often said that practicing calligraphy is like practicing boxing. It is better to think about progress than to stop. It is also like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Lu Shanmin has never understood. The purpose of practicing calligraphy is to write couplets for the villagers. Is it necessary to practice every day? When one time he couldn't help but ask about his grandfather, Lu Xun said with self-deprecation that a monk became a Buddha by sitting in meditation, and I am a layman. , practicing calligraphy just for peace of mind. This made Lu Shanmin even more confused. Life in the village was as boring as boiled water every day, and there was no peace of mind. Just like other villagers in the village, none of them had practiced calligraphy, and no one had any worries. Uneasy.
Lu Shanmin looked at what he had written and frowned.
A trace of unnoticeable worry flashed across Lu Xun's eyes. Recently, Lu Shanmin has been feeling uneasy. How could Lu Xun, who is nearly seventy years old, not be able to tell this? I thought that my grandson would live an ordinary life in the mountains like me, but I never thought that what was supposed to come would still come.
Lu Xun put down the brush in his hand and said, "Do you want to go down the mountain?"
Lu Shanmin was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that his grandfather would suddenly mention that although Lu Shanmin had the idea of going down the mountain, he did not. There was no specific action plan. After all, after living in Mazui Village for twenty years, every plant and tree here was so familiar. In addition, Lu Shanmin still had his elderly grandfather at home, so Lu Shanmin had not made up his mind.
Lu Shanmin nodded subconsciously, without hiding his inner thoughts.
"It's because of Bai Fugui's daughter"
"I want to see if the outside world is as good as she said"
"Mountain people, Be calm when you gain and lose calmly. Don't force anything, especially emotional matters."
Lu Shanmin nodded, "Grandpa, please don't worry, I won't take advantage of others."
Lu Xun smiled bitterly. After a while, "You can leave if you want. I have taught in the village for most of my life. The fireworks are enough for me to support me in my old age. I have Dao Yi and Lao Huang accompanying me, so I won't be alone. Don't worry about me."
"Grandpa"
Lu Xun waved his hand, "I know you are a filial child. Your heart has already flown out of the mountain. If you stay, it will only make grandpa feel distressed."
Lu Shanmin lowered his head, with mixed feelings in his heart.
"Go to Lao Huang's place next door. If it doesn't have any effect on curing your illness, then go down the mountain."
The corners of Lu Shanmin's eyes turned red and he nodded softly. A sound.
Since Big Black Head left to serve as a soldier, Lao Huang has become an empty nester. During the first two years of Big Black Head’s military service, he would send a letter back in January, but in the past year or so, he has not sent a letter back. According to the news, Lu Shanmin wrote several times but did not receive a reply.
Lu Shanmin usually gives some away every five days across the mountain.The game caught in the mountains is gone, which can be regarded as fulfilling the filial piety for the big black head. Carrying two pheasants that had just been hunted from the mountains, he walked into Lao Huang's yard. Lao Huang was chopping firewood with no arms at the moment. When the ax came down, the thigh-thick tree stump was split in half in an instant. Even though Lao Huang is over sixty years old, even the middle-aged men in the village are ashamed to see his bulging muscles. His majestic figure is more like a hunter than a hunter in the mountains, and he doesn't look like a doctor at all. This is also the reason why Lu Shanmin doubted whether he could cure his disease when he was a child.
A large pile of firewood has been chopped on the ground, and the cut surface of each piece is very smooth. Everyone in the mountains knows that only when the explosive force is strong enough and the ax is sharp enough can such neat firewood be chopped, Old Huang Duliu It's really incredible that he still has such strength after being over ten years old. But considering Big Black Head's height of more than two meters and his majestic body like a small mountain, it is not surprising. After all, he can give birth to such a vigorous grandson, and his grandfather is naturally not bad. This is called genetic inheritance in genetics, but Lu Shanmin does not I don’t know this term, but I still understand the principle that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and the mouse’s son can dig holes.
"Grandpa Huang, how can you use so much firewood alone?"
"Pa" another piece of wood was split in half.
Lao Huang still had the same zombie face that had not changed for thousands of years. He said calmly without raising his head, "That old magician Daoyi comes to my place every now and then to steal firewood. Every time I come to settle accounts with him, I take him." Xiao Nizi used that girl as a shield. If he hadn't seen how pitiful that girl was, he would have torn down his old bones and burned them for firewood." After a pause, he said impatiently, "There will be another piece of land in the future. The old man’s firewood is such a damn hard life.”
Lu Shanmin stood there in a daze, feeling a little uncomfortable and not knowing how to answer.
Old Huang, who rarely spoke except for treating villagers, said to himself, "Old Man Lu's old books say that his parents are traveling not far away." Then he snorted coldly and continued, " But your parents died long ago, and now that your wings are strong, it’s time to fly away.”
Lu Shanmin stood there without saying a word.
Lao Huang, who has always been a quiet gourd, seemed to be particularly dissatisfied with Lu Shanmin today. He went on to say, "Your illness is almost cured. From now on, you will continue to practice Tai Chi with the old magic stick every day. When you reach When you feel a feeling of air in your abdomen, just find a stick and roll out the noodles yourself.”
Lu Shanmin nodded and put down the two pheasants in his hands.
"Thank you"
Lao Huang knew that the thank you Lu Shanmin said did not mean to help him treat his illness, but to take care of Lu Xun more in the future.
Old Huang snorted coldly, "It's not your turn to say these two words yet."
Leaving Lao Huang's yard and passing by Xiao Nizi's house, the old magic stick was sitting He clasped his feet on the threshold with a look of enjoyment. Lu Shanmin didn't have a good impression of him from the first time they met, when the old man interrupted him to count wild geese. In addition, after the old man was too lazy to eat and work all day, he treated Xiao Nizi as a coolie, and he hated him even more..虽然从小爷爷都教导要尊老爱幼，但每次看见他嬉皮笑脸老不羞的样子，都有一种想冲上去揍他一顿的冲动，不只是想，陆山民确实有好几次都付诸了行动. Every time, he chases the old magic stick all over the mountain. Don't look at the old magic stick who keeps losing weight every day. He can run faster than a rabbit. Sometimes even the people in Lushan cannot catch up. Xiao Nizi would stand aside and giggle non-stop every time.
Today, Lu Shanmin was in a bad mood, very bad. When he saw the old man holding his feet with his stick and putting his hand to his mouth to lick it from time to time, coupled with that playful smile, Lu Shanmin was in an even worse mood. .
The old magic stick saw something wrong with the way Lu Shanmin looked at him, like a hungry wolf looking at a little sheep. The smile on his face immediately stopped, and he ran towards the back mountain with bare feet and a worn-out Taoist robe. . It wasn't until he saw that Lu Shanmin didn't catch up that he let out a long sigh of relief, sat down on the ground and continued to clasp his feet in enjoyment.
Since he was ten years old, Lu Shanmin has been responsible for the meals at home. People in the mountains eat very simply, a plate of smoked dried game, a stack of pickles, a bowl of wild vegetable soup, and a bowl of rice. Sun and Sun sat opposite each other.
Lu Shanmin could see that both his grandfather and Lao Huang were very reluctant to leave Mazui Village. What Lao Huang said did make sense, but it was completely unexpected that Lao Huang would be so resentful of himself. In recent years, many young people in the village have left the mountain village. Many of his primary school classmates have gone to work in the city. Almost all people in the village have a supportive attitude towards young people leaving the mountain village. Li Dafa has encouraged them in public more than once. The villagers went out.
Although Lu Shanmin is just a mountain man with little knowledge, this does not mean that he is stupid. In fact, when he was in elementary school, his grades were better than Bai Ling's. Dumpling therapy, you have to give up going to junior high school, maybe you can get into college. What's more, Lu Shanmin is an excellent hunter. The most important quality of a hunter is to have superb observation skills.
"Grandpa, why do you and Lao Huang oppose me going out?"
Lu Xun frowned, "You have never been out of the mountains, and you have only been to the town as far as I can." I am worried that you will not have a good time in the city."
Lu Shanmin was not satisfied with his grandfather's answer. So many people in the village went out, and some people would come back during the Chinese New Year. They were all well-dressed, and they didn't know who they were seeing. They were all smiling from ear to ear, and no one was having a bad day. He was the best hunter in the village except Big Black Head, so no matter what, he should not be worse than them.
Seeing that Lu Shanmin was not very satisfied with his answer, Lu Xun smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about what we think, as long as you know what you think in your heart, it's enough."
Xiao Nizi looked lonely as she held the rice bowl. She had held the chopsticks in her hand for a long time and forgot to pick up the food.
Tao Yi chewed a piece of robe meat in his mouth, his mouth full of oil.
"Little girl, what are you doing standing there in a daze? Didn't you see that Pindao's wine glass is empty?"
Liu Ni curled her lips and said listlessly, "If you're not in a good mood, you can do it yourself."
Daoyi rolled up his sleeves and said angrily, "You heartless little girl, if I had known better." You are a white-eyed wolf. I should not have picked you up on the roadside in the first place."
Liu Ni rolled her eyes and said angrily, "Without me, you were still wandering around. You are begging for food, how can I have hot wine and meat for you?"
After hearing this, he put down his chopsticks and burst into tears, "The Supreme Lord, Emperor Zhenwu, and my mother, please listen. What does this girl say in the movie? She's so angry."
Liu Ni has been used to this kind of scene since she was a child. It's not unusual at all. She pursed her lips and kept eating.
Daoyi had been making a fuss for a long time and saw that Liu Ni ignored him, so he had to pour the rice wine himself and sighed while drinking.
"Brother Shanmin is leaving." Liu Ni took a mouthful of rice, her voice choked with sobs.
Daoyi smashed the low-quality rice wine into his mouth, "good wine"
"I want to go with him."
"Bang" Daoyi Immediately put the wine glass heavily on the table. "What?" Then he started crying again, "Oh, you shameless girl, you won't be admitted to female college. If you leave, who will cook for me, make my bed, and wash my clothes?" You want me to die."
Liu Ni slammed her chopsticks on the table and walked out angrily, leaving behind, "You wash the dishes today."
Mazui Village has returned to its former tranquility, as if everything was a dream. The days have returned to the same routine as before. When I got up early in the morning, my grandfather and grandson sat upright on both sides of the table, each with a writing brush in his hand. In front of Lu Shanmin were two yellowed copies of Zhao Mengfu's Anhui and Tao Te Ching, and he began to practice the compulsory courses for more than ten years. Character.
Grandpa often said that practicing calligraphy is like practicing boxing. It is better to think about progress than to stop. It is also like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Lu Shanmin has never understood. The purpose of practicing calligraphy is to write couplets for the villagers. Is it necessary to practice every day? When one time he couldn't help but ask about his grandfather, Lu Xun said with self-deprecation that a monk became a Buddha by sitting in meditation, and I am a layman. , practicing calligraphy just for peace of mind. This made Lu Shanmin even more confused. Life in the village was as boring as boiled water every day, and there was no peace of mind. Just like other villagers in the village, none of them had practiced calligraphy, and no one had any worries. Uneasy.
Lu Shanmin looked at what he had written and frowned.
A trace of unnoticeable worry flashed across Lu Xun's eyes. Recently, Lu Shanmin has been feeling uneasy. How could Lu Xun, who is nearly seventy years old, not be able to tell this? I thought that my grandson would live an ordinary life in the mountains like me, but I never thought that what was supposed to come would still come.
Lu Xun put down the brush in his hand and said, "Do you want to go down the mountain?"
Lu Shanmin was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that his grandfather would suddenly mention that although Lu Shanmin had the idea of going down the mountain, he did not. There is no specific action plan. After all, I have lived in Mazui Village for twenty years.Every tree and plant was so familiar, and his elderly grandfather was still at home, so Lu Shanmin didn't make up his mind.
Lu Shanmin nodded subconsciously, without hiding his inner thoughts.
"It's because of Bai Fugui's daughter"
"I want to see if the outside world is as good as she said"
"Mountain people, Be calm when you gain and lose calmly. Don't force anything, especially emotional matters."
Lu Shanmin nodded, "Grandpa, please don't worry, I won't take advantage of others."
Lu Xun smiled bitterly. After a while, "You can leave if you want. I have taught in the village for most of my life. The fireworks are enough for me to support me in my old age. I have Dao Yi and Lao Huang accompanying me, so I won't be alone. Don't worry about me."
"Grandpa"
Lu Xun waved his hand, "I know you are a filial child. Your heart has already flown out of the mountain. If you stay, it will only make grandpa feel distressed."
Lu Shanmin lowered his head, with mixed feelings in his heart.
"Go to Lao Huang's place next door. If it doesn't have any effect on curing your illness, then go down the mountain."
The corners of Lu Shanmin's eyes turned red and he nodded softly. A sound.
Since Big Black Head left to serve as a soldier, Lao Huang has become an empty nester. During the first two years of Big Black Head’s military service, he would send a letter back in January, but in the past year or so, he has not sent a letter back. According to the news, Lu Shanmin wrote several times but did not receive a reply.
Lushan people usually send some wild game from the mountains five days away, as a way of fulfilling their filial piety for the big black head. Carrying two pheasants that had just been hunted from the mountains, he walked into Lao Huang's yard. Lao Huang was chopping firewood with no arms at the moment. When the ax came down, the thigh-thick tree stump was split in half in an instant. Even though Lao Huang is over sixty years old, even the middle-aged men in the village are ashamed to see his bulging muscles. His majestic figure is more like a hunter than a hunter in the mountains, and he doesn't look like a doctor at all. This is also the reason why Lu Shanmin doubted whether he could cure his disease when he was a child.
A large pile of firewood has been chopped on the ground, and the cut surface of each piece is very smooth. Everyone in the mountains knows that only when the explosive force is strong enough and the ax is sharp enough can such neat firewood be chopped, Old Huang Duliu It's really incredible that he still has such strength after being over ten years old. But considering Big Black Head's height of more than two meters and his majestic body like a small mountain, it is not surprising. After all, he can give birth to such a vigorous grandson, and his grandfather is naturally not bad. This is called genetic inheritance in genetics, but Lu Shanmin does not I don’t know this term, but I still understand the principle that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and the mouse’s son can dig holes.
"Grandpa Huang, how can you use so much firewood alone?"
"Pa" another piece of wood was split in half.
Lao Huang still had the same zombie face that had not changed for thousands of years. He said calmly without raising his head, "That old magician Daoyi comes to my place every now and then to steal firewood. Every time I come to settle accounts with him, I take him." Xiao Nizi used that girl as a shield. If he hadn't seen how pitiful that girl was, his old bones would have been torn apart and used as a shield.Firewood burning. After a pause, he said impatiently, "In the future, there will be more firewood from Old Man Lu. What a damn hard life." "
Lu Shanmin stood there in a daze, feeling a little uncomfortable and not knowing how to answer.
Old Huang, who rarely spoke except for treating villagers, said to himself, "Lu Shanmin The old man’s tattered books say that your parents are traveling not far away.” Then he snorted coldly and continued, “But your parents died a long time ago. Now that your wings have hardened, it’s time to fly away.” "
Lu Shanmin stood there without saying another word.
Old Huang, who had always been silent, seemed to be particularly dissatisfied with Lu Shanmin today, and then said, "Your illness has been cured. It’s almost done. From now on, you will continue to practice Tai Chi with the old magic stick every day. When you feel a breath of air in your abdomen, find a stick to roll the noodles."
Lu Shanmin nodded and put down his hand. Two pheasants.
"Thank you"
Lao Huang knew that Lu Shanmin didn't mean to thank him for helping him, but to take care of Lu Xun more in the future.
p>Old Huang snorted coldly, "It's not your turn to say these two words yet. ”
After leaving Lao Huang’s yard and passing by Xiao Nizi’s house, the old magic stick was sitting on the threshold with his feet clasped, with a look of enjoyment. From the first time Lu Shanmin met, the old magic stick bothered him I didn't have a good impression of him since I was counting the geese, and then the old magician was too lazy to work one day and used Xiao Nizi as a coolie, so I hated him even more. Although my grandfather taught me to respect the old and love the young, every time I saw him. With a playful and unashamed look on his face, Lu Shanmin had the urge to rush up and beat him up. Not only did Lu Shanmin actually act on it several times, he would chase the old magic stick all over the mountain. Don't look at the old magic stick. One day, Shen Shen was so thin that he could run faster than a rabbit. Sometimes, even Lu Shanmin couldn't catch up. Xiao Nizi stood aside and giggled every time. < /p>
Today, Lu Shanmin was in a bad mood, very bad. When he saw the old magic stick clasping his feet and putting his hand to his mouth to lick from time to time, coupled with that playful smile, Lu Shanmin was in an even worse mood.
The old magic stick saw something wrong with the way Lu Shanmin looked at him, like a hungry wolf looking at a little sheep. The smile on his face immediately stopped, and he ran towards the back mountain with bare feet and a worn-out Taoist robe. . It wasn't until he saw that Lu Shanmin didn't catch up that he let out a long sigh of relief and continued to clasp his feet in enjoyment.
Since he was ten years old, Lu Shanmin has been responsible for the meals at home. People in the mountains eat very simply, a plate of smoked and dried game, a pile of pickles, a bowl of wild vegetable soup, and a bowl of rice. The grandfather and grandson sat opposite each other.
Lu Shanmin could tell that his grandfather and his family were in love. Lao Huang is very reluctant to leave Mazui Village. Lao Huang's words are indeed reasonable, but it is completely unexpected that Lao Huang has so much resentment against him. In recent years, many young people in the village have left the mountain village. , many of my primary school classmates have gone to the city to work, and the people in the village have little regard for young people coming out to work.Almost all of them had a supportive attitude, and Li Dafa encouraged the villagers to go out in public more than once.
Although Lu Shanmin is just a mountain man with little knowledge, this does not mean that he is stupid. In fact, when he was in elementary school, his grades were better than Bai Ling's. Dumpling therapy, you have to give up going to junior high school, maybe you can get into college. What's more, Lu Shanmin is an excellent hunter. The most important quality of a hunter is to have superb observation skills.
"Grandpa, why do you and Lao Huang oppose me going out?"
Lu Xun frowned, "You have never been out of the mountains, and you have only been to the town as far as I can." I am worried that you will not have a good time in the city."
Lu Shanmin was not satisfied with his grandfather's answer. So many people in the village went out, and some people would come back during the Chinese New Year. They were all well-dressed, and they didn't know who they were seeing. They were all smiling from ear to ear, and no one was having a bad day. He was the best hunter in the village except Big Black Head, so no matter what, he should not be worse than them.
Seeing that Lu Shanmin was not very satisfied with his answer, Lu Xun smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about what we think, as long as you know what you think in your heart, it's enough."
Xiao Nizi looked lonely as she held the rice bowl. She had held the chopsticks in her hand for a long time and forgot to pick up the food.
Tao Yi chewed a piece of robe meat in his mouth, his mouth full of oil.
"Little girl, what are you doing standing still? Didn't you see that Pindao's wine glass is empty?"
Liu Ni curled her lips and said listlessly, "I'm in a bad mood. "Fuck you."
Dao Yi rolled up his sleeves and said angrily, "You heartless little girl, if I had known you were a white-eyed wolf, I shouldn't have picked you up on the roadside in the first place." "
Liu Ni rolled her eyes and said angrily, "Without me, you are still out begging for food. How can there be hot wine and meat for you?"
After listening to each one of them, he put down his chopsticks and burst into tears, "The Supreme Lord, Emperor Zhenwu, and my mother are here. Listen to what this girl said in the movie. It will make me so angry."
Liu Ni has been used to seeing this kind of scene since she was a child. It’s not unusual at all. She pursed her lips and kept eating.
Daoyi had been making a fuss for a long time and saw that Liu Ni ignored him, so he had to pour the rice wine himself and sighed while drinking.
"Brother Shanmin is leaving." Liu Ni took a mouthful of rice, her voice choked with sobs.
Daoyi smashed the low-quality rice wine into his mouth, "good wine"
"I want to go with him."
"Bang" Daoyi Immediately put the wine glass heavily on the table. "What?" Then he started crying again, "Oh, you shameless girl, you won't be admitted to female college. If you leave, who will cook for me, make my bed, and wash my clothes?" You want me to die."
Liu Ni slammed her chopsticks on the table and walked out angrily, leaving behind, "You wash the dishes today."