Hammer like a song

[On the seventh day of March, the east wind steps on the handle and returns to Yin]

Meijianchi never came back after all.

The iron shop was silent and dead silent.Without the accompanying sound of the hammer, the mothers-in-law, aunts, and uncles around are all worried, for fear that the female shopkeeper who lost her husband and only son will be upset, and there will be no cheap treasures to buy in the future.

Someday in a few months, ding.despair. .Ding.despair. .Ding.despair. .Finally, the sound of hammers came out from the blacksmith shop as in the past. It seemed no different. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No one knew how the female shopkeeper survived the grief of losing her only son. Just listen to her saying that the villagers within a radius of ten miles cannot be let No good utensils available.

Cheng Shi is very old, and his ears are a little behind, but he is still tough.In the past few months, I came to the iron shop from time to time to chat with Mo Xie, Mo Xie seldom talked, and often the whole shop was filled with Cheng's loud voice.

After all, it's all about the family's faults, why the neighboring village has arrested a strong man, the youngest daughter of the Lizheng family is a widow right after she married, and the old beggar at the end of the village finally couldn't stand it this winter and passed away.The one who talked the most was Xiao Liutou.

Xiao Liutou also married before, and his mother-in-law gave birth to two grandchildren in one go, but she lost her health, and her complexion has not been very good since then.The winters in previous years were extremely cold, and people disappeared.So the mother and son of the Liu family devoted themselves to raising the two young ones. Unfortunately, the world is chaotic, even the adults are struggling to survive, and it is even more difficult for the children to stand upright. They were kidnapped by someone around five years old, and their life and death are still unknown.Xiao Liutou also blamed Mrs. Cheng, and even less went home.

Mo Xie listened to the old woman recalling her two grandchildren, and talked about her eyebrows from time to time.She thought to herself, before, I would never have believed that there would be a day in this life where I would comfort each other with this big trumpet lady.

The days are still and the water is deep. In the blacksmith shop, the sound of hammers that used to be chaotic, rapid, and day and night has become invariable, regular, and calming.

Another spring, Xiao Liutou returned to the village from the deep mountains and hunted a red fox to give to her.

Mo Xie looked at the jujube trees that sprouted again in the yard, and said to himself: It's like a big dream after so many decades.But tomorrow will still come, and life still has to go on.