Chapter 269 Old Rongtou's Past (Ask for a Monthly Pass)
"Let me think about it." Jin Yijia put his hands behind his back in a dignified manner, walked a few steps in place, lowered his head and thought about it, and suddenly smiled, "Yes..."
It was also the first time for Guan Yun to hear Jin Yijia recite a poem. The way she shook her head was really funny, but she couldn't laugh because although Jin Yijia looked like a child when reciting poems, the poems she recited were very vicissitudes of life.
Very sad!
"Brothers are separated in the world, and it is hard to bear the separation of life and death. When I was twenty years old, I dreamed of being in Beijing, and the vicissitudes of life brought me little luck."
It is a poem about the vicissitudes of life and the sorrow of life. Every word reveals the nostalgia for the lost relatives and the sorrow for life. After reciting the poem, Jin Yijia didn't think anything. When he looked back, he couldn't help but be shocked.
I don’t know when Rong Tou burst into tears!
Old Rongtou's poem is about his dream of Kong County when he was twenty years old, and Rong Yishui's poem is about his dream of Beijing when he was twenty years old. They just changed the place names, but they have very similar feelings about life. It's no wonder that Old Rongtou was heartbroken for a while.
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Guan Yun wanted to persuade Lao Rongtou, but he felt that his words were weak. Ever since he met Lao Rongtou, Lao Rongtou had always been calm and calm. Let alone shed tears, he had never even been sad, except for the occasional expression of sadness.
Apart from lamenting the vicissitudes of life, he is almost an optimist.
But now, when he burst into tears, Guan Yun felt sad. He finally realized how homeless an old man was after decades of wandering. He had a home that he could not return to or it was difficult to return. Old Rongtou was optimistic about his future.
Under the current appearance, there are so many joys and sorrows in the world.
Beijing dream, Kongxian dream, life dream, dreams are different!
"Bring the wine!" The old man suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his wild manner vaguely showing the high-spiritedness of his youth.
I don’t know when the little sister had already prepared a glass of wine, but Old Rongtou shouted. The little sister handed it over in time. Old Rongtou took the wine in his hand, drank it down in one gulp, and suddenly reached out to hug the little girl again.
Sister: "Good girl, uncle's love for you is not in vain." After saying that, he stretched out his hand again and said to Jin Yijia, "Good girl, I will write a poem for your father."
"Thank you, Uncle Rong." Jin Yijia had a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. She was infected by the old man Rongtou and his old man chatting like a teenager. Maybe it was because some of the elders in her family were homeless, and she could feel the old man firsthand.
The sadness in Rong Tou's heart is that although she has not personally experienced that period of history that caused life and death, as a daughter of an aristocratic family, her deep feelings about history are far beyond what ordinary people can compare with.
Compared with Jin Yijia's emotion, Guan Yun was more shocked. What was the purpose of Lao Rongtou taking the initiative to send poems to Jin Quandao? When he thought about Lao Rongtou's idea of coming to Beijing a year later, he was frightened. Could it be that
Old Rongtou wants to recognize his ancestors and reestablish a network of relationships?
"What a poem!" Just as Guan Yun was thinking about it, Lao Rongtou had already written a thousand words in one stroke and wrote a long poem. The little girl was close, so she immediately took it in her hands and clapped her hands. "What a good person to fulfill his responsibility."
Thirty years of fame!"
The little girl is indeed very smart. She memorized Lao Rongtou's poem after only reading it twice and recited it loudly immediately.
"At night, the flying dragon arrives diligently. At dusk, the mist lingers for years. A dream of Beijing lasts for seventeen years. I live in a foreign land and will never return. I sleep on the yellow beam for leisurely years, and the cold moon makes my face dark. I sing a song and go on the road again, with all the fame of thirty.
Year!"
"What a man who has lived up to his wild reputation for thirty years!" Guan Yun was excited for a moment and clapped his hands, and the whole poem came together in one breath. It was wild but without losing the proud attitude of life, and it was endless aftertaste. He wrote the entire life of the old man.
"Thirty years of living up to the crazy reputation..." My mother murmured, "Thirty years of living up to the crazy reputation... Mr. Rong, it has been thirty years since you left Beijing in the blink of an eye. It's time to go back and take a look."
While talking, my mother also shed tears sadly and quietly turned her head to the side, which made Guan Yun feel sad. He rarely saw his mother shed tears. In his impression, his mother had always been stronger than his father. It seemed that the arrival of Lao Rongtou
, touched my mother’s past.
If you think about it more carefully, it is now 1997 in the Gregorian calendar and 1996 in the lunar calendar. It has been 30 years since Lao Rongtou left Beijing. Doesn’t it mean that he left Beijing in 1966? No wonder he claims to have lived up to his reputation as crazy for 30 years.
Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Things in the capital have changed. Earth-shaking changes have already taken place. It’s time to go back and take a look.
There is another sentence in the poem - a dream in Beijing lasts for seventeen years - could it mean that old Rongtou lived in the capital for seventeen years before leaving the capital. He left the capital in 1966 and went back seventeen years... Guan Yun was a temporary
I'm shocked, if this poem written by Lao Rongtou is true, basically all the major events in his life are written in the poem.
Of course, the numbers in the poem may also be fictitious, just like Du Mu's dream of sleeping in Yangzhou in ten years. In fact, Du Mu only lived in Yangzhou for three years. There is no ten years. Ten years is just a description of how long time has passed.
Old Rongtou sang a song wildly, which made everyone sigh for a moment. Then Old Rongtou threw away the brush and laughed: "Xiaoguan, I'm going to sleep. A dream can solve a thousand worries."
Although the Guan family had a lot of rooms, the sudden addition of Lao Rongtou, Jin Yijia, and Wen Lin definitely couldn't accommodate them, so they arranged for Lao Rongtou to live in Guan Yun's room. Perhaps Lao Rongtou was really drunk and fell to the ground.
sleep.
After a while, Li Li also arrived.
Li Li sent Leng Feng away and dared to come out after get off work. After he arrived, there was inevitably another burst of excitement. Guan Yun saw his childhood friends gathered together, and Jin Yijia and Wen Lin were accompanying him. Although he felt sorry for Lao Rongtou and Lao Rongtou in his heart There were many doubts about how Mom knew her, but the time was not right and she couldn't ask any more questions. She simply put aside her doubts, grabbed her little sister, called Yijia and Wen Lin, called Liu Bao's family, Lei Binli and Li Li, and went outside together. Set off firecrackers.
The Zhongzhong is located in a remote place. The advantage of being remote is that there are many open spaces, and there is an unnamed creek in front of the Zhongzhong. There is water more than one meter deep in the river. It is now covered with half a foot of ice. Although it is night, it is still a Chinese New Year.
The reason is that the entrance of the Vocational School is brightly lit, and a few street lamps are specially set up, adding a lot of festive atmosphere.
Guan Yun remembers that when he was a child, the village would be completely dark at night, with no lights and no fire. Now that the conditions have improved, street lights have been installed in the village, but they are only lit during the Chinese New Year. Although the Zhongzhong is not in the county seat, it is the second largest in the county after all.
Yu No. 1 Middle School is a good school. In addition to street lights, there are lanterns and colorful flags at the entrance. The New Year atmosphere is strong, which instantly awakens Guan Yun's memories of the New Year.
Fortunately, Wen Lin grew up in Kong County and was very familiar with the customs of Kong County. Jin Yijia was different. She was born and raised in the capital city. Although she also lived a very Chinese New Year when she was a child, in the countryside
During the Chinese New Year, for the first time, I saw everything was so new. I held my little sister and Wen Lin's hands, jumped up and down, and smiled broadly.
Liu Baojia and Lei Binli moved a box of firecrackers, including long firecrackers, two kickers, and cigarettes. They were as happy as returning to their childhood. Li Li also put down his attitude of being a celebrity in front of the county committee secretary.
He jumped into the river, and even though he was a little fat, he still made a squeaking sound when walking on the ice. He was not afraid and laughed loudly. He took a bunch of firecrackers and put them on the ice. After lighting them, he turned around and ran away.
He ran a little too fast and fell down. Firecrackers exploded behind him, and several of them jumped at Li Li's feet. Li Li was so scared that he crawled and rolled around in a very embarrassed state.
Liu Baojia laughed loudly and deliberately acted evilly. He fired a double kick and threw it down. There was a "bang" sound under Li Li's feet. Li Li jumped in anger, pointed at Liu Baojia and said: "Baojia, you are such a good brother.
If you don't help me, you will add insult to injury."
Lei Binli smiled and stretched out his hand to pull Li Li up.
Wen Lin thought of something and took Guan Yun's hand: "Crack the ice and fry fish for fun, okay?"
Guan Yun gave Wen Lin a quick thought: "You don't eat fish, so what are you doing by frying fish? Frying fish instead of eating fish harms others without benefiting yourself. Such a thing is stupid."
"There are no fish in this river at all, okay? I just think it's fun." Wen Lin shook Guan Yun's arm, "I haven't seen fried ice in a long time, how about one? Besides, Yijia definitely wants to see it too."
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"You talk to the Bao family, I don't care." Guan Yun snickered.
Wen Lin got angry and slapped Guan Yun's hand: "If you don't speak up, who among them would dare to blow up the ice? You are just deliberately irritating people."
"Xiaoguan, how do you make fried ice, whether it's fun or not, I want to see it too." Jin Yijia imitated the accent of Lao Rongtou, and said in a tone of voice, "Fry one and show me."
Guan Yun hit Jin Yijia again: "Girls, why are they so violent?"
"I just want to see it." Jin Yijia lied.
"Okay." Guan Yun immediately compromised, "You are a guest from afar, and you don't have much knowledge, so I'll let you open your eyes."
"Fuck you, you are ignorant." Jin Yijia raised her pink fist and landed on Guan Yun's chest, her movements were very intimate.
The three members of Liu Bao's family looked at it, winking, and snickering. The younger sister smiled and said nothing when she saw it, but Wen Lin's eyes flashed with a trace of loss and helplessness, but maybe she had figured something out, and suddenly she smiled again.
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"I'm going to get the detonator." When the Liu Bao family saw Guan Yun's agreement, they immediately jumped up excitedly. Soon they came out with the detonator and gun, and then went down to the river to cut the ice with Lei Binli and Li Li.
A few minutes later, an ice hole was dug just enough to accommodate the wine bottle. The Liu Bao family threw the bottle down, then stretched the lead and ran to the river bank.
"I'll do it, let me do it." Jin Yijia's seriousness and rigidity when negotiating make people fearful, her tenderness when acting like a baby makes people pity, and her boldness when having fun is also surprising. "I'll set off the firecrackers."
Liu Bao's family didn't dare to give it to Jin Yijia. They looked at Guan Yun. Guan Yun thought for a moment and nodded: "Give it to her and make her go crazy."
"It's not crazy." Jin Yijia rolled his eyes at Guan Yun, took the lead, and connected the battery without saying a word. When no one was mentally prepared, there was a loud "boom" and the river was blown up.
A water column rises more than ten meters high.
"Ah!" Jin Yijia shouted excitedly.
"Ah!" Wen Lin yelled in fright.
After a while, the river water fell down, splashing on several people. Amidst the shouts of joy, the Spring Festival of 1997 came.
Fortunately, after the river water fell, Guan Yun's cell phone did not get wet. Guan Yun's cell phone rang suddenly. He took it and saw that it was Qi Angyang calling. Guan Yun answered the call without thinking too much.
What Guan Yun didn't know was that Qi Angyang's phone call was a major turning point in his life. {Piaotian Literature www.ptwxz.com thanks all book friends for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}