Fireworks are lonely, but the people under the fireworks are even more lonely than the fireworks
Qian Mo didn't understand how many people were lonely under the fireworks on this rainy night, but Qian Mo knew that the rain stopped at four in the morning because Qian Mo had insomnia for the first time in a long time and sat in a dark room.
It took more than five hours before I could barely fall asleep.
At seven o'clock in the morning, Qian Mo opened the door and walked out.
The air was very fresh after the rain in the morning. Although the air was very cold, Qianmo still took a few deep breaths and looked up at the fish-white sky. Qianmo walked slowly towards the bus stop. On New Year's Day,
On the first day of the new year, the bus still goes to work on time
I got on the No. 59 bus and when inserting coins, the bus driver asked: "Happy New Year"
For the bus driver, Qian Mo is his first passenger today. It is only a quarter past seven. Not to mention the bus station is cold, but the whole city is sleeping.
Qian Mo responded with a smile from the bus driver and walked to the middle car. He was used to sitting near the back door and close to the window. He opened the window a little to let in the cold wind outside and make himself clearer.
There were some bumps along the way, and the squeaking sound of the bus was loud in the empty carriage. Qianmo always turned his eyes to the window. At the penultimate stop, the sound of firecrackers was clearly heard. This is a custom.
On the first day of the new year, it was time to set off firecrackers. At this stop, Qian Mo had an idea that even he couldn't understand. I wonder: Is Lin Bingqi awake?
This thought was brought to the last stop, and Qian Mo shook his head mockingly. Qian Mo was lamenting that he only slept for two hours and his mind was still in a state of confusion.
After Qian Mo got off the bus, the bus turned back again. By the time Qian Mo got off the bus, there was not a single passenger on the bus. The first day of the new year coincided with the early morning, so it was destined to be deserted.
After getting off the car, he stretched a lot and inhaled the fragrant earthy air into his lungs. Qianmo smiled slightly and set foot on the dirt country road according to the memory of this place many years ago.
It is a completely different scene from the bustling traffic in the city. Here are wide fields, large dark green crops and low buildings, creating a unique landscape painting under the blue sky, poetic and picturesque.
At this time, Qian Mo was walking in this poetic gallery, not alone, because he saw two children on the road happily lighting firecrackers.
He lit the firecrackers buried in the wet mud, then ran back quickly, covering his ears, watching the mud being blown up into the sky, the two children's cheeks reddened by the cold had a satisfied smile.
Seeing a stranger approaching, the two children stood on the roadside with some fear of strangers and did not continue to light the firecrackers.
Qian Mo walked over without stopping in front of the two children. Here, the waste of time made him a stranger.
As the village deepens, there are more and more buildings. Instead of the mud houses in my memory, they have been replaced by beautiful two or three-story buildings. The only thing that remains unchanged is the daily routine. Although it is now
It was only half past seven, but the sound of firecrackers sounded from time to time, indicating that many villagers had already gotten up.
When Qian Mo just entered the village, "woof, woof," a nearby dog started barking. It had never seen this stranger.
"Xiao Huang, don't bark!" Dogs that are frightened by the sound of firecrackers will yell, but there is a difference between the frightened sound and the sound of barking at a stranger. The big yellow dog pounced on Qian Mo.
At that moment, a simple middle-aged man quickly ran out of the house
After hearing the owner's voice, the big yellow dog stopped rushing towards him and returned to the middle-aged man, wagging his tail. However, his vigilance towards strangers did not diminish.
"Young man, did you come here early in the morning to visit relatives? I remember today is the first day of the Lunar New Year!" After smoothing the dog's hair to make the big yellow dog less restless, the man looked at Qian Mo and asked
"My hometown was here before, and I wanted to come over today to have a look." Qian Mo didn't panic at all about the dog that just wanted to pounce on him, and replied with a smile.
"Eh? Which family are you from?" The simple man was a little confused. He knew everyone in the village, but the man in front of him was obviously from the city. How could he be from here?
"I used to live here. My surname is Qian." Qian Mo still smiled and said. He had been here before when he was a child. Although there have been many changes, Qian Mo was sure that he would not come to the wrong place.
"Qianjia?" The simple man frowned. He was thinking about whether there was a family named Qianye.
There are not many families in the village, only about sixty. A surname like Qian is easy to remember, but the simple man frowned and thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of any family here with the surname Qian.
Thinking that the young man was talking about living here before, he pushed the time forward again. Suddenly the simple man was startled and looked at the man in front of him carefully.
The memory was slowly recalled. The simple man patted his thigh and said with a smile: "Thousands of families and thousands of leaves?"
"Do you know my father?" Seeing that the simple man had remembered, Qian Mo asked with a smile.
"Qianye is your father?" When Qianmo returned here as a child, he was very low-key, often coming and going in a hurry without saying a word to the villagers. The simple man did not know Qianmo: "Back then, your father brought
I went fishing and catching birds, but then I moved out after I was admitted to college, and I haven’t seen him back here for a long time.”
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Chiba, who was an orphan at that time, lived in the village for more than ten years, and finally became the only college student in the village. He walked out of the village and went to the city. Although it was very close, Chiba never came back once. People in the village said Chiba
If you have the ability outside, you will look down on the country people, otherwise you will not come back to take a look. Later, the rumors spread more and more bad, and the respected old village chief knew about it, and severely criticized the few people who spread the rumors. At that time, the village chief was so
He said: "Qianye is a good boy, he is a person who does great things. Having a person like him in our village is the virtue accumulated by our village for eight lifetimes. It is for the good of everyone that he does not come back!"
Just now, Qian Mo couldn't resist the simple man's warm invitation, so he came to their house to have breakfast. At the table, the simple man told Qian Mo many things about the past.
There is a simple man and his wife at home, and they said that their youngest son ran out to play early in the morning.
"Uncle Ping, Sister-in-law Ping, I'm full, so there's no need to add more food." After Qian Mo had two bowls of rice, the simple man's wife, Sister-in-law Ping, still enthusiastically filled up a bowl of rice for Qian Mo.
"Young man, you need to eat more. When I was your age, we had five bowls of rice!" Uncle Ping, a simple man, helped Qian Mo spoon a large ladle of broth onto his bowl: "Uncle Ping is so polite when you come here.
What, eat, wait until Uncle Ping takes you to your old hometown to take a look. At that time, the village chief told us to keep the dilapidated house in Chiba, haha, saying that someone will definitely come to visit in the future, but so
Many years have passed, but there are no visitors, but Chiba’s son is back.”
Uncle Ping drank two glasses of wine, warmed up his body, and talked a lot more: "Back then, I said that Qianye was generous enough and would not be the kind of ungrateful person. Look, the old village chief came forward to explain later.
At that time, I guessed that Chiba must have done big things outside. Later I heard people who went out to work said that Chiba had done many earth-shaking things in the port city. You also know that doing big things will offend many people.
, Chiba must be thinking about us if he doesn't come back, your father is a righteous man!"
Although the village is not far from the city, an asphalt road was built up to the village only a few years ago. In the past, it would have taken three to five hours to walk to the city. Uncle Ping had little education and admired literate people.
He admired Chiba who was a few years older than him.
Qian Mo ate quietly and listened quietly to his father's past events. He learned many things from other people's mouths. He had never heard his father tell him these things.
"Then...then my father has never been back here before?" Qian Mo asked after Uncle Ping finished speaking.
"Probably not. I remember that a lot of four-wheeled cars came into the village two years ago, but I didn't see those people with big black glasses clearly. Strangers come into the village every year, but they should all come to see them.
Is there any merchant of specialties in Murakami? Chiba probably hasn’t come back." Uncle Ping thought for a while and said
After the meal, Qian Mo said that he had listened a lot but said little. He learned more about his father from Uncle Ping, but Qian Mo’s feelings were not deep. Although he was not listening to strangers’ stories now,
, but Qian Mo’s claim that he has to have deep feelings about this is also nonsense.
When Uncle Ping was about to take Qian Mo to see the old house in Qianye, Mrs. Ping just stuffed a red envelope with interest to Qian Mo. Qian Mo couldn't refuse the simple Uncle Ping and his wife, so he could only accept it with a wry smile.
On the way to the old house in Chiba, I also met many villagers. Uncle Ping introduced them to Qianmo one by one. In his opinion, the children of Chiba, his good friend back then, came back to visit everyone, which is worthy of the village's happiness. This is the village
Simplicity of people
The villagers they met were all the same as Pingzhou, who just stuffed a red envelope to Qianmo. Those who were celebrating the New Year, in their eyes, Qianmo was still a child, and it was customary to give New Year's money to children.
Uncle Ping took Qian Mo to a higher location in the village. Unlike other houses in the village, this place is still a tiled mud house, but the surrounding area has been neatly repaired. Uncle Ping said
This is what the old village chief ordered. Although the old village chief passed away two years ago, the villagers will come over to help with the tidying up when they have time.
"Uncle Ping, has anyone entered this house in the past few years?" Outside the old house, you can see a lot of furnishings inside through the doors and windows. Over time, this kind of mud house has been seriously damaged.
"No, we used to like to come here to sit, enjoy the breeze and play cards, but no one has ever gone in." The terrain here is relatively high, and the wind is strong on hot days. It is very comfortable to come here to enjoy the cool air.
Qian Mo did not continue to ask after hearing this. He got some things.
This old house was not locked. Qian Mo originally wanted to go in and take a look, but in the end he gave up the idea. The past has passed. Being entangled with the past will only tire him out.