Chapter 24

On the morning of the 16th day of the first lunar month, 1999, I was awakened by a wail that soared into the sky.

The sad and coldness made me shudder in the bed.

For a moment, I thought it was an earthquake.

Sadly, since the small shock of Zhangling in the winter of 1998, the fools were eagerly looking forward to the Pinghai being able to come out according to the gourd.

However, things always go against my expectations.

That day was no exception. The wail quickly turned into a sob, intermittent, but the earth was as steady as before.

So I thought, maybe Lao Zhao’s little wife would be possessed by He Xiangu again.

She is always good at being possessed by various gods, sometimes the Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl, sometimes the Lv Dongbin, and most of the time it is He Xiangu.

He Xiangu likes to educate the Dagang couple in the form of Pingju. She is sarcastic, melodious, and very exciting.

Thinking about it so hard, I suddenly heard footsteps.

It was like hitting upstairs, creaking, and I quickly entered the main hall.

After a while, it appeared in the yard again, passed through the corridor, and disappeared at my door.

A moment later, the bedroom door was knocked: Lin Lin.

For some reason, I didn't dare to respond, but glanced at the window.

There was a vast white area, as if there was a bright light that was about to penetrate the curtains and burst out.

But my mother pushed the door open and entered.Almost at the same time, the wail sounded again, and I couldn't help but shudder again.

Linlin?She patted me through the quilt and got up quickly. I don’t have to go to school today.

What's wrong?I finally showed my head.

Your grandfather is gone.

My mother sat down at the head of the bed with her back facing me, her voice dry and light.

In the hazy morning light, she disheveled her hair and wrapped in a black tweed coat, but she accidentally made a comeback with the whole cold winter.

I didn't know what to say, so I had to retract my head.

I even forgot to squeeze out a few tears.

After a while, my mother stood up and sighed: It’s snowing.It really snowed.I glanced at the window again, and the light became brighter.

Grandpa died of myocardial infarction.

The night was fine, but the next morning I was cold.

How strange is that he has so many diseases, high blood pressure, bronchitis, diabetes, and has another stroke and lame leg, but in the end he is hit by myocardial infarction.

I can't say whether this is luck or misfortune.

At least this bad news made the father who had recovered his freedom silent for several days, although Lu Yongping, who was in charge of picking up the person, vented him early.

Of course, it might be that grandma's performance was too contagious.

Before her father could enter the door, she ran out.

The moment she was about to touch her son, she knelt on the ground with a pounce and howled: Your dad is gone!

Although I was holding my grandma, I was unable to control her unrestrained vocal cords trembling.

The ups and downs of the impact made my eardrum numb, and even the sunlight brushing across the porch was trembling.

So Lu Yongping closed the door.

He held a long and shaved face as black as before and uttered two words: Why are you crying!

At that time, my father had knelt on the ground, and the footsteps in the alley became more and more slim and clear.

My mother supported my grandmother and never said a word from beginning to end.

The freshly washed hair was wrapped in a rich fragrance, brushing across my cheeks from time to time.

I once thought I was a person who was difficult to keep secrets.

In the spring of 1999, when the flowers were everywhere, I was walking on the road and always felt that something big was going to happen.

Perhaps it is an irresistible drastic change, which may not necessarily shake the earth, but it is enough to make people so excited that they can't fall asleep.

However, when I met my father that April morning, I was as calm as the water of Pinghe in the cold winter.

Of course, he had lost weight, and he might not have it. The freshly shaved round inch made his forehead look particularly bright.

The blue veins have already raised up on it, spreading down the back of the cheeks, and weaving a net around the neck.

With the wide open mouth, tears came out silently, gathered at the tip of the nose, and could no longer be able to flow into the transparent and shiny snot.

The sun is bright, but everything is shaking.

I sniffed and glanced at Lu Yongping.

He turned around and tied the door, and finally grabbed one of his father's arm, still in two words: OK!

The latter did not think so. He shook Lu Yongping away. At the same time, the mixture of tears and snot finally hit the ground. With grandma's accompaniment, he kowtowed several times.

I can't tell how many it is.

I only remember the loud and dull sound of the earth, like a mysterious drumbeat, and even the whispers outside the door were drowned.

At noon, my mother cooked a few dishes and she remembered them very richly. After all, my grandma nagged for several days.

He stayed at Lu Yongping for dinner, but he waved his hands repeatedly.

I could only chased into the alley under my grandmother's instructions.

He opened the car door and frowned: Go back.

I hope he can say something more.

However, no.

It was not until the Songhua River fell to the intersection that Lu Yongping shouted Lin Lin.

I was about to go over when he waved his hand again.

In an instant, the bumpy silver-gray van left.

I leaned against the red brick wall and stood there for a long time.

Later, my mother called me to have a meal, so I went back to have a meal.

Passing by the kitchen window, I glanced inside.

My mother turned her head and said crispy: Serve the dishes!

The curtains of the main hall were lifted by grandma, although she was still wiping her tears.

My father sat on the sofa, with his head down, silent.

And on TV, Iverson is leaping and leaping.

That night, my uncle and aunt came here and sent a few fish. I remember there was a hare.

One day afterwards, I picked up the rabbit's head.

When I got to gnaw on the big slab teeth, I almost spit out the overnight meal.

Grandma smacked my back crazily and scolded: It makes you greedy!

At that time, she had moved to our yard and lived in my former bedroom.

As for me, the dry, rough and dirty smell of grain lingered in my mind and it still cannot be removed.

The East Courtyard was empty for a long time, and it was not until that winter that Aunt Jiang's family moved in.

My understanding is that they made some trade-offs between He Xiangu’s possession and his grandfather’s death.

And this is generally successful.

Although in the summer of 2000, Ergang's death will be blamed by He Xiangu for this inappropriate relocation.

After my father was released from prison, he was silent at home for a long time.

The classic posture of sitting on the sofa lasted for two or three days.

Later he simply lay down.

Grandma nagged all day long, sometimes sad, sometimes happy, sometimes angry, sometimes pity.

But my mother let it go.

I rarely even see her talking to her father, and even calling for someone to eat will cause me to do something.

That time, it was a sprint for the attack, and it was an experiment and a physical education exam. There were too many cultural classes, so the intensity of his work was not much more than that of the college entrance examination.

However, for some reason, just in this random free time, I felt awkward to stay at home.

The only conversation between us on the day my father came back was: Lin Lin.

Um.

This scene happened during supper, and the specific action was that my father handed me a steamed bun.

It was not until the next morning when I ran into my father suddenly when I went to the bathroom, that I called him dad, as if I realized that he was my real dad.

My father held the cigarette in his mouth and moved out while lifting his pants.

He said in surprise: Get up so early?!

It was already dawn and my mother had prepared breakfast.

I just hate that I can’t pedal while eating.

That spring, my mother took care of her first year of high school, and she had two morning reading classes every week.

But the mother and mother rarely travel with each other because I think she rides a bike slowly.

I often eat lunch together because you have to keep up with the nutrition.

I remember that for a long time, we never talked about my father.

The only exception is one day in early May, when my aunt brought a bag of fried fish cubes.

Just as I was having a feast, she asked about her father’s recent situation.

I was squeezing the rice and didn't even dare to raise my head.

The mother sighed and said that she was still the same.

Then what can do?

My aunt was a little anxious, but after a moment, she said: Yes, just come out, there must be an adaptation process.

She was right, but her father had adapted for a little longer.

It was probably after Children's Day that he went out to find a job.

First, he built a canopy and plastic steel windows, and then he built a motorcycle with an old uncle for a few days.

The construction team has also been through it, and it is quite laborious, but the salary is relatively reasonable.

Unfortunately, I only touched the brick and cement when I built my own house, so my father naturally had no choice but to be a small worker.

I still can't forget his appearance when he was lying on the sofa like a dead person when he got home from get off work.

After all, odd jobs are not a long-term solution.

My father later claimed to work wherever he wanted to do so, and had to leave it alone when his family opposed it.

When the sky was high in October 1999, the huge flat building at the east end of the village finally heard the hum of piglets again.

Looking at the dozens of round stupid things, I felt an unspeakable joy.

As for where the capital comes from, I never thought about it.

At that time, my mother had to pay off her monthly salary at all to pay off her debts. My parents had a few arguments.

My mother didn't want to owe anyone, but my father felt that I had borrowed it anyway and it was not bad for those days.

As for the amount of money my father earned, it was just enough to subsidize the household income, but fortunately I had a strong grandma.

It was not until the demolition and resettlement plan was released in the fall of 2000 that grandma accidentally let out a joke: her father took a slaughter and collected all the gambling debts that had been yellow and were about to be yellow.

My mother naturally didn't know about this.

Inevitably, my father used his old tricks again in demolition and resettlement.

I originally had two red brick houses at home, but unfortunately one was sold. What’s more important is that the buyer has moved in.

And my parents and I have city household registration, so how to place them has become a problem.

When land acquisition that summer, the pig farm was aside, the total of 5 acres of land was only a few thousand yuan.

My father was unwilling to repeat the grievances, so he had no choice but to resort to the killing of the pig.

Unfortunately, I was not very lucky this time, and the treacherous village cadre went to the school to report to my mother.

So the house exploded that night.

As for how the pot exploded, I stayed in school and couldn't see it with my own eyes, so naturally I didn't dare to speak nonsense.

I only remember one Saturday afternoon, when I pushed the cart into the door, the iron pot that I had used for nearly ten years was lying on the stone bench in the pavilion.

The longest cold war has erupted between parents so far.

For a few days, my mother even lived in the school dormitory.

I ran to persuade her to go home, but my mother glared at me: What's your turn to take care of me?

I can't remember how the farce ended.

Maybe it was my aunt, maybe my grandmother, maybe my grandfather, maybe it was my grandfather, maybe just like all wounds, time can heal everything.

As for resettlement housing, of course there is only one, but it is not an extra 50,000 yuan for a waste of money.

As far as I know, my father is proud of it.

In the spring of 1999, I suffered from beriberi disease.

My mother blamed me for being dirty, while my grandma said: You are very active.

As she said, I am really active.

It is no exaggeration to say that my worry is like the new branches drawn from the toon tree on the side of the east courtyard, quietly expanding and stretching day and night.

If this continues, I am really worried that I will aging before I grow old.

Regarding how to treat beriberi disease, my grandma announced that no medicine would work. She suggested that I stand upside down for ten minutes every day, so that the meridians would flow backwards and relieve fumes.

So for several months, I would stand upside down on the wall for ten minutes before going to bed every night.

After that, I would open the door, walk through the second floor corridor all over the trunks, and tiptoe on the corner of the stairs for a while.

I'm simply a psychopath.

On the April night when my father was released from prison, I got nervous.

However, there was no movement in the parents' room, and they could not even hear the sound of turning over, snoring, talking, or farting.

I can't say whether this is good or bad.

In addition, it is necessary to say something about the mental activity (grandma's words), the stupid guys had sex at that time.

From time to time, people claimed that their parents were shameless last night and were fucking again.

On the eve of May Day that year, there was finally an exciting news: a pair of parents were finally included among our peers.

Worth celebrating!

It turns out that my worry is not an unreasonable worry.

If I remember correctly one day in early May, it should be the 12th. The Municipal Education Commission organized a large number of primary and secondary school students to take to the streets and spontaneously and righteously protested the brutal actions of the US imperialist bombing our embassy in Yugoslavia.

This was the first and most likely the last time I had ever attended a parade in my life.

At that time, there were crowds of people, colorful flags were floating, slogans were warm, and the crowd was in high spirits. If the US Embassy dared to stay in Pinghai, we would definitely pick up the eggs and bricks and smash them into pieces.

Unfortunately, there are two: First, the student array is ranked second, and the Pinghai Falun Dafa Federation is ranked first. Shouldn’t it be the flowers of the motherland that charge forward?

Second, the slogan makes people dry and their mouths dry, but they don’t even give out bottles of water.

When I arrived home with a sour smell, I couldn't even say anything.

So my father handed me a bottle of cold beer.

I had a great time having sex.

Father was lying on the sofa watching the disc.

He always brought a VCD from somewhere (I don’t know who I went there for the spring of 1998), rented a lot of Hong Kong and Taiwan films, and it seemed that it would take a whole day.

I will take a look at it even if I have nothing to do.

I remember that day it was "Dark War".

When I was about to eat a bottle of beer, Andy Lau finally squirted onto the screen with an old mouthful of blood.

My father said: Yes, Linlin.

I'm really embarrassed to say this.

Perhaps in order to relieve my emotions, my father said again: I'll ask you something, Lin Lin.

I said: What?

He squirted the ashes and opened another bottle of beer: Is your uncle always coming to the house this year?

When my father asked, I remembered the night of May 1st.

That was my first time watching Titanic.

In 1998, this Hollywood epic love story was popular all over the world, and it pushed the huge waves to the plain sea.

The people around were filled with movies, Jack and Ruth.

Of course, we have not survived the temptation.

In fact, when Pinghai Platform was playing the Titanic science and education film in the winter of 1997, my mother agreed to go and watch it if it was released next year.

Unfortunately, something happened to my father.

This has been a year, and the erotic shots in the mouths of fools have made me drool.

It was about ten o'clock at that time, grandma returned to the house early, and my parents sat on the sofas on both sides, while I was washing my feet on the stool.

When the heroine invited the hero to paint for her, my father looked at me: Haven’t finished washing yet?Dragging.

I was about to whine when Ruth took off her clothes.

Although I quickly turned my face, I still took the opportunity to scan her firm breasts.

The father laughed twice.

My mother glanced at me and frowned at him, but she just cut it.

When I finished pouring my foot wash and then returned to the main hall, my father asked me to go to bed early.

The mother protested dissatisfiedly: Do you care about him?

I couldn't sit down, so I stood at the door and watched.

Soon, the long-awaited scene appeared Jack and Ruth in the classic car.

Not suitable for children.

My father was determined.

My mother cleared her throat and said nothing.

Isn’t it just stealing people? What kind of love?

After a moment, my father slammed the sofa and sat up, as if he was going to fight with someone, and foreigners were evil.

My mother still didn't say anything, but her long ponytail swayed on the backrest.

No one spoke until the end.

At first I leaned against the threshold, and then I sat on the handrail beside my mother.

I don’t know if it was the familiar fragrance, the nervous plot, or something else, but I didn’t even move my butt when I sat straight and my thighs were numb.

The mother sighed when the subtitles appeared.

My father leaned back and said for a while: I twisted my waist.

Of course, things didn't end there.

I remember one evening after the busy farming season, when I rushed home, Lu Yongping was sitting in the main hall.

The brother-in-law's face was red and the wine was so scented. He had already circled around three times.

This surprised me.

At that time, I hadn't seen Lu Yongping for a long time.

That year, his machine was still used in the wheat harvest, but it was just put into the tractor bucket.

The last time he came to his house was probably on the late April night, and my aunt accompanied him.

The couple carried two bottles of wine and then brought an egg to grandma.

At that time, my main hall was in the middle of the building. There was a cloth curtain on the east side of the living room, and a sewing machine was placed on the windowsill on the west side, and a large bookshelves were erected next to it.

My mother occasionally reads books and makes homework on the west side.

I also learned the same thing, and I had to do several sets of simulation questions on the sewing machine.

Grandma was there that night, and several people were chatting endlessly.

My mother has been to the kitchen several times, but rarely makes any noise.

The absolute protagonists are of course Grandma and Zhang Fengtang.

The latter patted his father's shoulders and said that the prodigal son would not change his gold.

She even wanted to introduce her job to her father.

I really couldn't stand this kind of atmosphere, so I had to run out and get angry.

When they came back, the couple was about to leave, when Zhang Fengtang suddenly mentioned the money.

She said: Our family’s money is not in a hurry. Your brother will definitely not need it this year, but there is no pressure.

I clearly remember that under the dazzling Yonghui brand energy-saving lamp, Lu Yongping's face suddenly turned black.

My mother said: Think of a way, and you can pay it back if you have money. After all, no one in our family prints money, and there are times when they are urgently used.

My father widened his eyes: What a f*ck, is our brother short of that little money?

Lu Yongping laughed dryly, as if he had said something funny, but everyone in the room was indifferent.

That night solidified like iron, and this evening flowed like clouds.

Even though I lifted the curtain and kept calling the ceiling fan, the room was still shrouding in smoke, and it was impossible to get in.

Lu Yongping said: Xiaolin is back.

My father waved to me: Linlin, come some too?

I was about to turn around and the door of my parents' bedroom opened: Linlin, don't pay attention to them, go do whatever you should do.

I didn't expect that my mother would jump up at home.

She was still in the floral dress, but her eyes were so hazy in the clouds.

However, my brother-in-law didn't allow me to go upstairs to get out of the toilet, and the main hall was already crackling.

I rushed in and fell into a mess.

The table was overturned to the ground, the remaining soup was roasted, the soup was watery, and a few pieces of white porcelain reflected the red dusk, which was particularly shining.

The two of them twisted together, pinched and beat them, and eighteen martial arts took turns to fight.

But the humming sound suddenly made people feel funny.

Just as she didn't know how to start, the mother stuck her head out and said: Not enough?You have to fight!

I remember that the two of them had a stalemate for a long time. The position, posture and strength were said to be frank. Any artist who knew the keen eyes would definitely paint it into an oil painting and frame it to the Louvre.

Later, the brother-in-law separated and then tangled together again.

I tried to do something, but my mother stopped me.

The arrival of night comes at the cost of Lu Yongping's head being shot by a beer bottle.

Blood instantly poured out, flowing through the long black iron-like face.

At the same time, the bitter master said: Fuck.

It was at this moment that grandma came back humming a little song.

She sang: A word touched my heart and couldn't help but feel shy and unable to open my mouth.

It's summer vacation to see Lu Yongping again.

The attack went smoothly, and it was a bit easy to get it. After all, the gold medal in the city sports meeting was added 10 points.

In the first time in my life, I felt like I could do my best.

I never had any freedom to burst.

But my mother reminded me not to be proud. What did you do? This road is long.

It was the day when I went to school to receive the notice, when I was riding across the street quickly, two familiar figures struck the small restaurant with their arms around each other and shook them out.

The white one is my father, slightly taller; the black one is my uncle, slightly shorter.

It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the earth seemed to be melting.

And I was clearly a human popsicle, and the sweat beads with heavy raindrops dripping all the way.

From time to time, I have to shake my head to avoid sweat from getting stained with the flawless notice.

What I thought at that time was to come, let’s get some more wind.

I don't know when my parents resumed sex.

I almost gained nothing from those lunatic nights that I waited for after standing upside down on the wall.

I only remember one time I went downstairs to the toilet in the middle of the night. When I walked to the corner of the stairs, I naturally heard a familiar voice, and I woke up most of the time.

It's very dull, but it's undoubtedly creaking.

My mother occasionally snorted, and her father's breathing was heavy and blurry, like a cookie crushed into powder.

This was in May. My father was not only eating, drinking, defecating, and watching the discs. Those who didn't know thought he would always be determined to be a director of a movie.

Just the afternoon when the notice came out, my father drank a lot of wine, although he had already had a drink with Lu Yongping at noon.

I remember clearly that he was as soft as a noodle and slid down the chair in the blink of an eye.

That night, the three of us were enjoying the cool air on the rooftop.

As always, my mother went down at around 10 o'clock.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, my grandma snored as usual, but I was so thirsty.

After a while of procrastination, I staggered downstairs to drink water.

Then, as you expected, my parents were shameless and fucked me again.

The slap was loud and my father's voice was loud.

He said: I am awesome, but he is still awesome!

It's not that it's once, it's repeated countless times, like a spell.

In the gap between the spell, my mother chanted as if she was crying.

Later, the pace became slower and slower, and my father called out a slut and panted into an old cow.

There was no movement for a long time.

While I was hesitating whether to go up or down, my mother finally said: Get up.

After a moment, in a rustle, my father called Fenglan.

Then I heard a creepy sound.

At first it was like sneakers rubbing on plastic, but later it was accompanied by a creaking sound, like a toothless old lady was laughing. Later, the whole voice was flowing and the ice fell into the glass continuously, but it turned into water in seconds, slowly flowing down the slant of the cup.

If I was hit by a meteor, I immediately had a cold war.

My father was crying.

No matter how hard I try, I can't move a step anymore.

alright.It took a long time before my mother's voice came, gentle and soft.alright.She said again, accompanied by a sigh.Very light, like a pair of crisp lips kissing your forehead.

Lu Yongping died in the early winter of the 1999.

On a normal weekend, when I got home, my grandma sat in the yard.

Before I could get the car in place, she said: Xishuitun’s family is leaving.

I said: Who?

She said: Your uncle is dead.

During that time, the grave leveling movement was in full swing.

The graves, large or small, were disappearing little by little in a few months, like a mysterious giant palm that easily healed the acne that had suffered for a hundred years.

According to grandma, in order to carry out the grave leveling work, Lu Yongping, as a model appointed by the city, took the lead in leveling his father's grave, and it was useless to let his mother kowtow and cry.

However, his father's tombstone was too tall and heavy. It was a Shanxi black Ah transported from afar. When he fell down, he slapped my uncle's head, and then there was nothing.

Grandma scolded her red face.

It is obvious that Grandpa's Qiu was not immune, even though he had only lie down for how long.

God Ah.

The last time I saw Lu Yongping was at a snack stall in the No. 1 Middle School family courtyard.

At that time, I and a fool and I finally got two leave requests.

Before I could eat a few bites of fried rice noodles, I saw a familiar figure walking out of the small restaurant beside me.

He saw me at a glance, walked over with a smile, and asked if this was to improve life.

I could only laugh twice, not even ask him why he was here.

Of course, Lu Yongping still paid the bill for us after refusing all kinds of refusal.

After that, he brought up another bag of fruit and asked me if the money was enough.

My face was red, but I couldn't spit out a word, so I could only shake my head like a rattle.

After Lu Yongping left, he asked blankly: Who is Ah?Your dad?

In the early spring of 1999, it was snowing heavily. Under the leadership of a certain uncle, I went door to door and kowtowed for sixty or seventy times.

I met Lu Yongping at the entrance of the alley.

He and Zhang Fengtang came over together.

The latter entered the grandma's yard, and he helped build a spirit shed.

I stood under the porch and watched the inexplicable thing miraculously rise up.

Later we caught a fire and sat in the shed for a long time.

Later I went to the toilet.

The snow was as fierce as the saliva coughed out by a tuberculosis patient, and only grandma's wail could be heard in the vast earth.

Then it was dark and there were endless people coming to eat the dead.

Lu Yongping brought a bowl of noodles over and asked me to eat it while it was hot.

He stood beside him for a long time and finally said: Everyone has this experience, nothing to be sad.