Jincheng flower hour

Zhuang Yang and his mother live in Zhuli, Linqiong. Zhuang Yang has brothers and a younger sister, and his father died early.My uncle's family lived in Zhuli together.

Fortunately, before his father passed away, he left a lot of property, and the family did not lack food.

Zhuang Yang's day began with the camellias blooming brilliantly outside the window. When he opened his eyes, he heard the sound of rain and saw the camellias falling from the branches.It was cloudy and rainy for days, the sun was seldom seen, the coolness of autumn was slightly cold, Zhuang Yang was wrapped in a thin quilt, and he could sleep for another hour.

Rainy days always make people drowsy, not only him snoozing, but also a dog lying on the wooden couch, with its round head resting comfortably on its two fat paws.It's still a puppy, called quiche.

Being warmed by it, I was about to continue falling asleep, trying to brew the beautiful dream before waking up, but I couldn't connect, and I couldn't even remember what I dreamed.

There was the sound of Chen running and stepping on wooden boards upstairs, followed by a clear and clear child's voice shouting outside the door:

"Egg cake!"

"Wang Wang!"

"Egg cake!"

"Wang Wang! Wang Wang!"

Quiche got up excitedly, circled inside the door, and soon scratched the door with her claws.

This is disturbing lucid dream.

Zhuang Yang climbed to the bed, opened the door, and the quiche leaped out of the threshold with its short legs, wandering happily beside A Ping.

"No work today?"

Zhuang Yang brushed back his loose black hair, and put one hand on the door frame. He was wearing a thin silk top, and his bottom was densely woven cotton. 15-year-old Zhuang Yang is handsome, with red lips and white teeth, and well-proportioned facial features.He has loose hair, lazy and leisurely, with a slight smile on his mouth.

"Master said yesterday that the wall of his house has collapsed, and he wants to go back and repair it."

My uncle's family invited a Confucian scholar, and Aping used to have to go to his uncle's house early in the morning.

A Ping squatted on the ground, rubbing and rubbing his fat hands on the fluffy head of the quiche, and the quiche showed various expressions.

"Egg cake, let's go play."

A Ping picked up the omelette and ran on the corridor, from east to west, through several closed rooms, and came to the westernmost big room, which was their mother's bedroom.

The rain outside the house did not know when it stopped, the sun broke out, and the sky was clear.

In the courtyard, a servant with sleeves and clothes tied up was standing by the well, drawing water with a pulley, and a fat chicken with tied wings was flopping around at his feet, as if he was about to prepare a day's meal.Another boy is cleaning the fallen leaves and flowers on the stone steps with a bamboo broom.

Zhuang Yang went back to the room, closed the door, took out the clothes from the clothespin, and put them on neatly.He combs his hair in front of the mirror, then braids and twists his hair.

"Brother."

This time it was the voice of a girl. A girl about ten years old was standing outside Zhuang Yang's door. She was delicate and beautiful, with skin as white as ivory and eyes as bright as pearls.

When Zhuang Yang opened the door, the girl rushed forward and hugged Zhuang Yang's waist.

"A Yi said that the bamboo shoots are sick, and it doesn't eat bamboo."

Zhuang Yang took his younger sister Zhuang Lan's hand and stepped down the wooden ladder to the first floor.

The bamboo shoot is a juvenile tapir. It was snowing heavily last winter, and the bamboo shoot rolled down the mountain to look for food. It bleeds when it fell, hurt and hungry, and barked fiercely like a puppy.It was picked up by the farmer's children in the bamboo shoot forest and brought back to the courtyard to be raised.

Zhuang Yang came to the bamboo shoot's small bamboo house, and saw the bamboo shoot lying in the house, motionless.

"Bamboo shoots."

Zhuang Yang was clapping his hands outside the wooden house and shouting. Bamboo Shoot raised his head, recognized Zhuang Yang, and made a sound similar to bleating, which was a pleasant sound.

"Come here, come here."

Zhuang Yang clapped his hands lightly, and the bamboo shoot walked slowly to Zhuang Yang. Zhuang Yang carried it to the wooden porch and carefully checked its physical condition.

The wooden house was dark, and the bamboo shoots seemed to have regained their vitality when they were brought into the sun, grabbing Zhuang Yang's calf.

Bamboo shoots like to hug their legs, and sometimes it hurts to scratch people.

It may be that it has been cloudy and rainy for days, and even the bamboo shoots are listless, but it is not sick.

"Alan, let's dig some bamboo shoots for the bamboo shoots to eat."

When he said this, Zhuang Yang smiled, and he was the one who named the bamboo shoot.

"Bamboo shoots love to eat bamboo shoots, but don't like to give bamboo shoots to eat."

Zhuang Lan jumped up and down the stone steps like a crazy girl, repeating this sentence over and over again.

Zhuang Yang picked up an iron shovel and a bamboo basket, and walked towards the bamboo forest behind the house.

The mountain road was slippery, he had to watch his step and be careful not to lose his sister.

Zhuang Lan grew up here, running all over the mountains like the children in the village. She is not afraid of insects or snakes, and dares to catch anything.

Bamboo shoots come out after the rain, so look for the most tender and juicy ones.

There are few residents here, and the bamboo shoots are endless and worthless. The bamboo shoots all over the mountain always quietly pass the feeding period.

Zhuang Yang hoeed the bamboo shoots, Zhuang Lan peeled off the skins of the bamboo shoots, and quickly dug up a basket.

"Brother, Ah Li told me that two people moved into the dilapidated house on the other side of the river, they are mother and son."

A Li is the third son of his uncle's family, and his uncle's house is diagonally opposite Zhuang Yang's house, passing a winding path.

"Oh."

Zhuang Yang was not very interested, he used an iron shovel to pick up the basket, and the bamboo shoots in that basket were not light.

"Look, brother, there are fireworks over there."

Looking down from Zhushan Mountain, you can see a column of cooking smoke rising from the forest on the other side of the Yi River.

Zhuang Yang's family lives in Zhuli in the west of Linqiong. There is a river in Zhuli that runs through the southwest, called Yishui.The Yishui River stretches for hundreds of miles from the mountains in the northwest, and diverges before flowing through Zhuli.

Zhuang Yang seldom goes to the other side of the river. It’s not that he doesn’t know how to water, but that the river bank is densely forested and there are no villages. He feels that it is a dangerous place. He heard from the adults that the Qiong people lived in the mountains and forests to the west, and the deep forest Among them are leopards, jackals, and bears.

There is a dilapidated house on the west bank, and outside the dilapidated house there is an abandoned field and a dry pond. There used to be people living there, but the residents who live here today do not know where they went.

There was a war here more than ten years ago, and the former occupants moved out, leaving behind some dilapidated houses.

These houses are crooked in the wind and rain, and most of the earthen walls collapsed. Zhuang Lan likes to explore with the children of her uncle's family. The adults always tell them not to go to the dilapidated houses, fearing that they will fall into disrepair. child.Zhuang Yang has passed the age of fun, especially after Zhuang's father passed away, he loves the quiet life even more.

When the siblings returned home, they saw bamboo shoots crawling around in the yard, gnawing at the iron basin placed by the well. The iron basin had just been filled with slaughtered chickens and had a strong stench.

"Bamboo shoots, come, come and eat bamboo shoots!"

Zhuang Lan took out a tender bamboo shoot and greeted the tapir cub.

"Here, come on, there are so many more."

Zhuang Lan patted the basket to attract the tapir cub's attention.The tapir cub still didn't intend to let go of the iron basin in his mouth.Zhuang Yang pulled the iron basin out of its mouth, and carried the tapir cub to the pile of bamboo shoots.

"Yang'er, Lan'er, come over for dinner."

Zhuang's mother stood on the porch, calling out to her brothers and sisters in the yard.Although she lives among the mountains and forests, Zhuang's mother has the elegance that can only be found in a big town.Her pearl hairpin brocade gown is no less attire than that of a noble lady, but the color of the brocade robe looks a little pale and old.

The two brothers and sisters entered the hall, and the servants around them passed the dishes to and fro.

"Bamboo shoot, you are not allowed to come in."

Zhuang Lan blocked the bamboo shoots outside the hall, and the bamboo shoots looked pitifully at the omelette lying in the hall with their small watery eyes.He sat his round butt outside the threshold, grabbed a bamboo broom, and began his day of biting and biting.

Egg cake knows it's "convenient" to go outside, but bamboo shoots don't know, so it is not allowed to go to the second floor, or it will lie in Zhuangyang's house and share the territory with Egg cake.

The diet of the Zhuang family has always been good. It is rare for ordinary people to eat meat once a year. The Zhuang family does not care about meat.

Behind the farmhouse, there are many chickens that are free-range, and they are surrounded by bamboo fences within a certain range. There are grass seeds and insects to eat.The chicken grows very slowly, the meat is old, and the chicken that has not eaten the chaff is tender and delicious.Zhuang Yang remembered the days when he was in Jinguan City, but he didn't miss it very much.Food is used to fill one's stomach, and one is very lucky to have meat to eat.

"Are there any radishes in the field?"

Zhuang's mother picked up a thick old vegetable with chopsticks and asked the old servant who was serving it.

"Not much. The day before yesterday a sheep ran into the radish field, and the sheepherder didn't tie it properly."

"That won't work, you have to tell the owner of the sheep."

"No way, he won't listen, he's not from us." The old servant waved his hand.

"I know, it's the man who lives in the dilapidated house, he's very fierce."

Zhuang Lan saw with her own eyes that this man and A Li almost got into a fight.

"Like a wild child all day, from now on, you are not allowed to go to the West Bank to play again."

Zhuang's mother trained Zhuang Lan.Among her four children, Zhuang Lan received the most punishment, because she was a girl but rough and unruly, while her brothers were all gentle.

Zhuang's mother didn't care about the goat's arrival in the radish field, but Zhuang's mother made some inquiries about this outsider.

Zhuang Yang lived in Jinguan City when he was a child. It was prosperous and lively, and the streets were full of people. There were people from several states in the market.In this remote place in Zhuli, people are very concerned about the people who moved in, after all, the world is not peaceful.At that time, Father Zhuang was a wealthy family in Chengdu, who bought millet and noble titles, but he didn't end up well in the end.

At noon, Zhuang Yang held the iron cat under the camellia, and he was weeding the camellia.He enjoys doing what he likes.He carefully collected the hem of his clothes, squatted on the ground, and pulled the weeds with his hands. For those grass seedlings with deep roots or low growth, he only used iron pickets, so as not to damage the roots of flowering trees.

"Baa baa."

Hearing the sound of bleating behind him, Zhuang Yang raised his head to look for the source of the sound, and saw Zhuang Lan and A Li leading a sheep through the path outside the house, and the two children were talking happily about something.

Zhuang Yang didn't respond for a while, his uncle's family didn't raise sheep, but they did have a few cattle.

So he continued his weeding pleasure, concentrating on it, and the withered camellias fell silently on his bun and on his shoulders.

"Bring back my sheep!"

An angry male voice sounded, it sounded like it came from a boy, it was not so deep, and it also had the accent unique to underage men.

Zhuang Yang got out from the flowers and trees, and saw a vicious boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, he was dressed poorly, holding a wooden bow in his hand, he roared and returned the sheep to him.

Suddenly seeing Zhuang Yang emerging from the sea of ​​flowers, the boy was stunned for a moment, and then seemed surprised. He looked at Zhuang Yang and saw a withered red camellia on Zhuang Yang's head.He stared at Zhuang Yang, and Zhuang Yang was also staring at him. Their eyes met, and the anger in the boy's eyes gradually resurfaced. The eyes were fierce and cold.Zhuang Yang thought, he was like a puppy who was bitten all over his body in a fierce fight, unwilling and resentful.

The author has something to say: Director: Tapir refers to pandas in this article, and bamboo shoots are pandas.