grandfather's daughter-in-law

I cried for a long time, so long that I have forgotten the time.After the play ended and the actors returned to the backstage one after another, I sobbed and wiped away my tears.

"Is it better to cry?" The man slightly owed his upper body to accommodate my height, making himself the same height as me. I thought to myself that he is really a very careful man.

"En." I responded lightly, my crying hoarse voice sounded weird, but the whole person seemed to be really relaxed, as if the stagnation in my chest really melted into tears and flowed out, even breathing It went smoothly.

The man didn't answer yet, only to hear a noisy voice, "Father is lucky, every time he goes out, he can pick up the baby, this time it's even better, he picked up such a hot girl Cha."

I looked up and saw a woman who had just stepped off the stage.She played the role of Princess Tulu of Fanbang who fell in love with Luo Tong on stage.The face was still stained with thick oil paint, the white foundation was indescribably miserable, the eye sockets were deep, and the rouge on the face was a strange red.The tone of her voice reminded me of those women in the factory in Xiaocun. She seemed ignorant, but after thinking about it carefully, I felt that there was some hidden meaning behind every sentence.It was only later that I realized that the so-called treasures in her mouth were nothing more than injured stray cats and stray dogs. I also rescued a few injured birds once or twice. Most of the time, they took care of the injuries and returned to nature.Only once picked up a pregnant bitch, because I couldn't bear it, so I took it in for a long time, and later gave birth to a puppy, Xiao Huang.This is another story.

The man who followed her through the door played Luo Tong's son on stage.He complained slightly reproachfully: "Ah Hong, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense, look at how good she has a relationship with Abba." The woman took off the headdress and put it on the box, while jokingly glanced at me and the Abba she was talking about.

These words were like an instruction, and the people who heard it seemed to have a desire for knowledge in an instant, and they all looked at us with proof-seeking eyes, and even I subconsciously looked at the man beside me.The colorful costume on the man's body was wet with a lot of tears from my crying, and he was looking at me with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, these women just love to wander." The comforting words seemed to confirm the crime.

The woman curled her lips into a smile as if triumphant, turned around and took off her makeup on the makeshift dressing table made of boxes.The eyes of the onlookers came back like the tentacles of an octopus, and the chirping stopped.

I have probably guessed the relationship between these people, and the man in front of me is my savior.His voice sounds thick and vicissitudes, his figure is not tall and straight, and even slightly stooped.His mouth is very similar to his father's, and his smile is shaped like a horned bow with the strings pointing upwards.It's just that the father in his memory was not as gentle as he was, always with a straight face, as if everything around him dissatisfied him.I remember one time I took a book on the shelf and flipped through it privately. He was so angry that he took the book and threw it on the table without saying anything. The hall was put down, and I was ordered not to enter his study again.Like a frightened baby bird, I stood blankly for a long time before finally shedding tears.It seemed to be a very long day, and my mother didn't know where she went. I sat in the living room and cried until I was so tired that I fell asleep.After that, the study room became my forbidden area, and I soon had my own small study room. In my room, I used two pieces of wood to divide a small compartment randomly, which could only accommodate a small table and a row of books. bookshelf.The bookshelves are filled with minifigures, fairy tales and fairy tales of all kinds, most of which I no longer remember.

I was stuck in my own thoughts, until the woman's voice sounded next to my ears again, "Abba, why don't you change your clothes, everyone should wait."

The man patted my shoulder lightly, without saying anything, and walked behind the space separated by several wooden boards.The woman has changed her costume and is wearing a blue and white floral short-sleeved shirt, her figure is slightly plump.When she came to me, she stopped, and her sharp eyes scanned me unceremoniously from top to bottom, as if she was looking at a piece of goods.

"Come on, come out with me." She said, with a cold tone, like sending a beggar away.

I don't know where the stubbornness suddenly appeared, I glanced at her lightly, and turned my head to the side.And this glance deeply hurt her self-esteem.The woman was stunned for a moment before snorting coldly: "Oh, you're quite proud!" Two fingers pinched my chin and forced me to look at her.There was still a sneer on her face, her makeup hadn't been completely removed, and the whole picture looked hideous like a twist.I knocked her hand off, and her eyebrows jumped twice.I think if the man hadn't just stepped out from behind the plank at that time, she might have broken my neck with a pinch of two fingers.Frightened by my terrible thought, I couldn't help taking a step back.

"What's the matter?" the man asked, and came out while arranging his clothes.He was wearing an ordinary plaid shirt, neatly tucked into his trousers.There are still some traces of makeup on the face, and the wiped face is about 50 years old.His eyebrows are also thick, and the straight sword eyebrows look heroic.There is not much difference in the lips, they are still slightly upturned, showing a beautiful curvature.

"It's nothing, this girl said she would wait for you, so I'll tell her to go out first."

"Oh, let's go out." The man strode forward without doubting him.I followed him step by step, and saw that my thin figure was just accommodated in his figure.I guess he was a very handsome man when he was young, even in middle age, even in poor life, he still pays attention to taste.This man, I haven't had time to know his name.

The setting sun has completely set in the west, and the dots of light squeezed through the gaps of the thick set, making the originally dull backstage even darker and darker, with shadows shining through the sparse wooden boards.The stage set has been removed, revealing a tall and abrupt stage.In the place where the crowds of spectators had gathered just now, a dozen or so small cubicles were built scattered with wooden planks, and large wooden boxes were placed in front of the cubicles.People in twos and threes sit on it.The man glanced lightly and walked behind the stage.A huge Bodhisattva stands on the table, looking at all living beings with a benevolent face.It turned out that this was really a temple, and it was this Bodhisattva that I saw when I woke up.The stage is set up in front of the temple gate.

The man lit three sticks of high incense and twisted them in his hand, bowed sincerely three times, stood up and inserted the incense into the incense burner, saying: "I am passing by your place, and I have disturbed you, I hope the Bodhisattva will forgive me." Then burned three more sticks of incense. Burning high incense, the man bowed three times, without saying a word, he silently put the high incense in the incense burner.I just noticed that there is a small statue next to it.The statue is clean and spotless, a small wooden board is deliberately placed under the seat, and a small incense burner is placed in front of the statue.The workmanship of the statue is very fine, wearing a bachelor's gauze cap full of gold flowers, wearing a red python suit, and standing beside two waiters.A hairy crab on the face is depicted vividly, and every stroke is penetrating.Red and black, the interpretation is upright and strong, loyal, filial, benevolent and righteous.I heard that people who eat eight-fang rice are very particular about it. When they go to temples, worship Buddha, and enjoy meals with patriarchs, they must carry the sculptures of patriarchs with them.This is probably the ancestor of Gezai Opera.

A few candles were lit on the stage, emitting an orange light. From a distance, it looked like a will-o'-the-wisp jumping in the dark night.Stars flicker in twos and threes in the sky, the cool wind blows, and the candlelight flickers, as if you are in the wilderness, refreshing and unavoidably cool.The stage, which was originally empty, has now become a dining table, and the air is full of a strong smell of rice.Everyone beat the bowls and chopsticks to fill their hungry stomachs.The woman in charge of the spoon is the wife of the class leader.Her acting roles were few, and as early as when the play was still in full swing, she was already busy cooking in the backstage.It turns out that a woman in a theater troupe can be a lady in the hall when she puts on a costume, and a housewife in the kitchen when she takes off the costume.

She stuffed me with a pair of bowls and chopsticks, still with a gentle face, and pulled me to squat down in a circle of people, "Sit down and eat quickly, they won't be polite to you."

I squatted down dumbfoundedly, looking at her side face.The profile of the face without makeup is very good, with a straight nose bridge, red lips, and a fleshy face, with the plumpness that a woman of this age should have.

A lame yellow-haired puppy has been following her all the time, walking extremely slowly with one leg drooping, bumping its feet after a few steps, and its posture looks awkward.It was very thin, and the ribs on the belly could be seen clearly under the rough hair.The outstretched tongue seemed to be still drooling, and every time he tried to approach someone to pray for food, he was kicked away by those people.It looked like a veritable stray dog.It went around the dinner table, and ended up between me and the hostess' wife.Perhaps the injury on the foot was serious, it found a comfortable position and lay down on the spot, carefully tucking the injured front paw under the belly, a strange smell emanated from the whole body.

Perhaps it was because of the same sense of destitution that I was living under the fence, so my heart was slightly moved, and I poured half of the rice in the bowl and gave it to it on the ground next to it.For a moment, I felt that everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me, as if I had done something incredible.Then the woman's yin and yang voice sounded: "Hey, the Cha Mou that Dad picked up this time really has the same temper as him, they are so caring, look, Xiao Huang has been with us for so long, who of you has a good idea?" Eat it one meal at a time."

She glanced at it contemptuously, then muttered coldly: "I'm so hungry that I can't stop eating, and I still have time to care about a dog."

I just realized that this dog is not a stray dog, but it looks worse than a stray dog.I looked up at the man, he just glanced lightly, and then continued to eat.

The head teacher's wife gave the woman a reproachful look and comforted me, "Let's eat, don't listen to her nonsense."

I nodded in agreement, but I couldn't eat this meal no matter what.I poured the rest of the rice to Xiao Huang again.The head teacher's wife glanced at me and said nothing.

Xiao Huang ate very happily. A creature without language will never understand the power of human cynicism. It just looked at me while eating, and followed me limping after the meal, but it didn’t dare to get too close. I am a good person.I let out a long sigh, and suddenly felt a kind of tragic feeling of breaking a jar, thinking that anyway, the notoriety of abusing good people has already been established, so I simply saved the dog to the end.I picked up the soles of its front feet and checked, only to find out that the meat ball on the palm of its palm had been scratched, and the place infected by bacteria had begun to rot, exuding a foul smell of rotting flesh.

It is very well-behaved, when I scraped off the rotten flesh with the stone flake, I only hummed occasionally, panting heavily.Perhaps because of the natural ability and mission to conceive new life, I have always felt that female animals have stronger endurance and pain tolerance than males.When I took the crushed wormwood and applied it to the palm of my hand to stop the bleeding, it curled up tightly on the soles of its feet in pain, and finally couldn't help crying out. The barking of the dog sounds like a distant and hazy dream.