No story.
Qiaodong.
There are several weeping willows on the river bank at the bridge head, and the branches are as soft as a girl's long hair, dancing on the heads of people enjoying the cool in Liu Yin.
On the bridge stone, in the Liu Yin, men, women and children in the east of the bridge like to enjoy the cool and relax there. Shake that broken cattail leaf fan (with patches made of rags on it) like a cicada making all the noise. People come and go, it doesn't seem cold when there are few people, and it doesn't seem lively when there are many people. This is because he dotted the scenery on the bridge.
There was no one at that time, only he was sitting in Liu Yinli. Sometimes, I stare blankly at Qiaoxi, my eyes are straight and dull. Watching, he will suddenly laugh, but he won't laugh. Laughed, still in a daze. At this time, even if something falls from the sky on the bridge, he will not look back. Sometimes, he would sing to himself: "My mother is sending me packages and warm clothes to help me through the winter." My hometown, my hometown, when can I return to your arms? " He only sang this song, and when he sang, his eyes lost their previous dementia. After singing, he said to himself, "Is it good? It's your turn to sing, you sing one for me! " Then listen attentively and clap your hands happily after a while: "You sing so well! How nice! "
It is dusk when there are many people. The people who call it a day are all sitting around Qiaoshi and Liu Yin, chatting about daily necessities. Talk about pork rising from 1. 13 yuan to 1.50 yuan, talk about which village has the same pig price, and talk about which village was recently hit by hail and corn leaves turned into flies.
But often after chatting for a while, I turned to him. It often starts with the old people in the crowd. The old man always wears a homemade green cloth undershirt, which has been washed white. The old man turned to him with a smile: "Xu Quan, sing a song!" " "
He looked at the people around him blankly.
Children have words from adults, but they dare not play tricks on him. They are worried that adults will lose their minds. They shouted and became lively. "Sing, sing!" More naughty, more daring to look at an adult and drag him in. He was dragged by a child much younger than himself and had no strength. "Sing a song quickly, or I won't let you stay here tomorrow!" The children shouted again.
He looked at men and women, old and young, and shook his head.
"sing mom's!" The old man added.
"sing! If you don't sing, tell your mother to lock you up tomorrow! "
"No, don't lock me! Don't lock me! "
"Sing!" He looked at the old man: "hometown, hometown, right!" " It has been five years since we broke up, hasn't it? My girl, you can be calm! Yes! Hometown, hometown, yes! ""Sing another song, "Grandma's Penghu Bay". " A big boy added.
He started singing again with pants in his hand, didn't he? "Don't let him sing, ask his father's name." An adult gives a hint to the child again.
"Xu Quan, what's your father's name?"
"My father's name is tortoise." He giggled.
"What's your mother's name?"
"My mother's name is whip."
"What did you call me?" A young man asked.
"Grandpa." "Quick, call her grandma." The young man pointed to the daughter-in-law of a nursing child.
"grandma!" He shouted at his wife. The daughter-in-law grabbed a stone and threw it at the young man. Say to him: "You call me too old."
"Too old."
The adults and children next to them all laughed. He looked at these people blankly. Suddenly ran away in horror. The child stamped his foot on purpose and shouted at the back.
It is often dark at this time.
Usually, the west end of the bridge is quiet at this time.
Days, like a river, flow like this.
One night. Two young men walked across the west side of the bridge. One is wearing an orange football shirt and stone blue jeans, and the other is wearing shorts with pockets and a plaid shirt.
Two people are standing at the east end of the bridge. "Third Master, stay here." Shorts said to the old man in the blue shirt.
"Well, when did you come back?"
"I have been back for a few days."
"Have a holiday?"
"Have a holiday. Uncle and grandpa live here. "
At this time, he finished singing Hometown, Hometown. Shorts stepped forward and "sang a little secret." Shorts are smiling.
He looked blankly at "shorts" and said, "Old chap!"
"What did you call him? Call grandpa! " A child shouted.
"Shorts" also said, "Call Grandpa."
"Grandpa."
"Call him what?" Point to jeans again.
Before he could call, the old man came over and slapped the talking child far away, almost falling down. The child looked at the old man with tears in his eyes.
"Shorts" and "jeans" also looked at the old man who suddenly started.
He looked around and smiled foolishly.
"Stand aside." The old man said to shorts and jeans.
"Third Master!"
"Go away, don't let the people in your west bridge tease him."
"Are you kidding?"
"We tease, just don't let you people tease Qiaoxi. It's not you two today, so I won't slap him. "
"How did our Qiaoxi offend you?" "Jeans" asked.
"Did you get me? If you mess with me, I won't kill him. None of the men, women and villains in the west of your bridge is good. "
"Why did you curse?" Jeans.
"Why do you talk like that?" "shorts"
"So to speak? If it weren't for the demon of your west bridge, would he be crazy? " The adults nearby also shouted, "Go away, I don't want you to tease him."
The two returned to the west of the bridge.
Qiaoxi is quiet.
Days, like a river, flow quietly.
He is still sitting at the east end of the bridge, staring blankly and singing. At dusk, adults and children are still fooling around with him. "Sing one, sing the original mother." This is the voice of an old man in a blue sweatshirt.
The old man's laughter rang again. Very loud.
"What's your mother's name?"
"Whip."
The old man laughed loudly. Overtake others.
Qiaoxi is quieter. The river flows continuously and calmly, and the stone bridge stands upright. No story.
Author's brief introduction Liu Xiaoli, male, 1965 born in rural areas, is now a student of Chinese Department of Hebei University.