After entering the village, Li Bu suddenly felt as if he had entered the Lijia Village when he was young. The Lijia Village at that time was just like the village in front of him.
The same shabby village, the same poverty, the same surrounded by mountains and rivers, the same village where young people don't want to go back and where only the elderly and children live.
In addition, when he saw those children with bare feet and tattered clothes, Li Bu seemed to see his former self.
At that time, he was so weak, so inferior, so helpless, and so resentful of injustice, especially when he went to school.
Slowly walking up to a little boy with bare feet and thin clothes, Li Bu knelt down, looked at him and asked, "Kid, how old are you this year? Have you studied?"
"Uncle, I am nine years old this year. I have just entered the first grade of elementary school. Now the school is on vacation, so I came home. By the way, uncle, are you here to give us gifts?" Li Bu saw Li Bu approaching.
The little boy was stunned for a moment, then carefully looked at the people and materials behind Li Bu, and carefully replied to Li Bu.
After lightly nodding, Li Bu reached out and took a small leather jacket from Lin Keman's hand and put it on the little boy. Then he said to him in a soft tone, "Child, study hard, although we can't choose."
Our own birth, but we can choose our own future..."
"Thank you, uncle, thank you for your new clothes. Uncle, I will remember your words, thank you." The little boy had forgotten how long it had been since he wore new clothes, so when he looked at his new clothes, he immediately became excited.
cried out loud.
"Don't cry, a man bleeds but doesn't shed tears. Remember your uncle's words, study hard, and strive to be a useful person in the future. And if you have no money to study in the future, you can come to Guangdong Laochao Lijia Village to find your uncle, and your uncle will help you.
You go to school."
After once again telling the little boy to study hard in a gentle tone, Li Bu turned to look at Li Xiaomu and the others and said, "Give uncle and aunt a gift to each family.
One quilt per person, one bag of rice, one bag of bacon, one bucket of oil, ten bags of salt and ten pounds of chili peppers, a New Year red envelope worth 500 yuan, and a set of winter coats for the elderly and children..."
After hearing Li Bu's words, Li Xiaomu and the others nodded and began to distribute gifts to the villagers. In addition, since there were many elderly people in the village, Li Xiaomu and the others had to provide door-to-door service and send them directly to their homes.
went.
Just when Li Xiaomu and the others were going to deliver gifts, Li Bu, Xiao Xiaobu and Li Ranran carried supplies and came to a family with only one lonely old man; "Hello, uncle, we are here to give you New Year gifts."
A gift.”
"Hello, welcome to our village. If you don't mind, come in and have a seat. Your two children are so cute." The old man was very old, but what surprised Li Bu was that in this village full of people,
In a village where few people even speak the local dialect or even the vernacular, such an old man who speaks fluent Mandarin unexpectedly appears.
After giving the old man a confused look, Li Bu slowly followed the old man into their house. Then Li Bu was stunned by the things inside. Erhu, guzheng, pipa, leather drum, bamboo chair, and the
Although it looks very shabby, it is a mud courtyard full of memories and antiques.
Of course, what shocked Li Bu was not the existence of these musical instruments, but the fact that these musical instruments were all made by the old man himself. The tools for making these musical instruments are now placed in the old man's yard.
Seeing Li Bu's surprised look, the old man smiled, picked up an erhu, and smiled at him: "My child, what do you do? How could you come to this poor valley to do good deeds?"
"Hello, uncle, my name is Li Bu. I am a singer, song writer, and composer. What about you? When I look at the instruments in your room, I must be that you are not an ordinary person, right?" Seeing the old man holding the erhu, he said
Li Bu was curious and asked about the old man's life experience, because he felt that this old man was not a simple man, and there must be a touching or profound story about him.
After casually handing the erhu as a toy to Xiao Xiaobu and Li Ranran to play with, the old man walked to an iron stove, added water to the iron pot and boiled the water, which looked like making tea, and said to Li Bu with a smile; "
I am not who you think I am, I am just a person waiting for someone..."
"Can you tell me your story? I am a composer, and I really need your true stories as inspiration..." The more he listened to the old man's words, the more Li Bu felt that he had a story, so he
He immediately smiled and encouraged the old man to tell his own story.
After hearing Li Bu's words, the old man first picked up the hot water kettle and cleaned the tea set. Then he made tea for Li Bu and said to him with a smile, "My story, that happened more than fifty years ago."
In the early 1970s, China was still a relatively closed and backward country.
However, I was not born here at that time. I was actually a native of the capital city. It was only during the subsequent campaign to go to the countryside that I was assigned here.
When I was assigned here, I felt very lucky, because the transportation here is inconvenient, and many things outside can't be controlled inside. So here, even in the most difficult times, we can still manage to eat.
Full.
But this luck did not last long, because not long after, I met a college student from other provinces, got to know each other, fell in love, and got together. At that time, we even agreed to spend the rest of our lives together.
Maybe it was fate, but in 1983, my daughter took the exam, and she successfully got the chance to go to college.
Then she told me that she would go out to study first and ask me to wait for her here, and then after she finished studying, she would come back to live a better life with me.
But this wait lasted for fifty years. During these fifty years, I went out to look for her but could not find her. I also wrote to her, but I did not receive a reply.
Only once when I went out to look for her, the villagers told me that she had come back to look for me, but I was not there at the time, so she left again soon.
That is, after that time, I was worried about missing her again, so I stopped going out, and then I spent my whole life waiting here for her. I have been waiting for her my whole life, hahahaha.
Hehehe, my child, you think it would be better if it were like now. With a mobile phone, you can find people with a phone. It's not like our time, everything is slow... except the time of waiting for someone passes quickly.
, in the blink of an eye, I went from a young guy to a bad old man in his seventies, haha [laughing with tears]."
After hearing the old man's words, the song Once Upon a Time came to Li Bu's mind immediately.
Then he subconsciously reached out and took the erhu that Xiao Xiaobu was playing with, and then began to slowly pull it up with his eyes slightly closed, while singing a song;
"I remember when we were young, everyone was sincere,
Say one sentence after another, say one sentence after another,
In the early morning at the train station, the long street was dark and deserted, and the shop selling soy milk was steaming.
In the past, the sun became slow. Cars, horses, and mails were slow. There was only enough time to love one person in a lifetime. In the past, the sun was getting slow. Cars, horses, and mails were slow. There was only enough time to love one person in a lifetime.
The locks in the past were also good-looking, and the keys were exquisite and stylish. People would understand if you locked them, and people would understand if you locked them..."
The song Li Bu sang was obviously not about the old man, but the old man was easily brought into it.
He seemed to have returned to that poor and simple era. He seemed to see a train burning coal, and he seemed to see a train station with people coming and going.
He seemed to have returned to the scene when he saw her off at the train station, and then the words "The sun became slower in the past, the carriages and horses were slower, and there was only enough time to love one person in a lifetime." immediately made him burst into tears.
For fifty years, he had no contact with the outside life. He only waited for her return in his own little world. The car was slow, the horse was slow, and the mail was slow. His whole life was spent waiting for her, so where could he