Chunyin

This section of the river is not long, Zhuang Heng quickly walked into a foot shop by the river.The store opened next to a stone bridge without a signboard.Along the way, there are few shops along the river with signboards. There are no prominent names for blacksmith shop, tofu shop, wine shop, shroud and coffin shop, etc. You can only tell them by the sound in the shop and the display of the shop.

The town is small in the first place, and the location along the river is a little bit off. In addition to the rain, we only occasionally meet a few pedestrians along the way. In the drizzle, we can only hear the clear sound of blacksmithing from the blacksmith's shop, "ding, ding" , "Ding", the rainy day is even more deserted.

There were no customers in the store, and there were several bundles of vegetables piled up on the ground at the entrance, such as eggplant, pepper, wild rice, bean sprouts, etc. The red and green were really beautiful in the drizzle.There is a kettle on the stove next to it. The water is still not boiling, and the mouth of the kettle is whistling white gas.

In the shop, there was a child lying on the table and reading "Disciple Regulations", "All people must love. The sky is the same, and the earth is the same." The book is held straight in his hand, but his head is dozing off bit by bit. The same sentence is repeated in the mouth, "everyone must love".

After Zhuang Heng entered the door, he woke up instantly, sat up, turned his head and shouted to the back: "Mother—there is a guest!" As he spoke, he came up to meet him, with a black face of eight or nine years old, and when he smiled, he revealed a white spot missing a star. Ya, "How many guests are there?"

Zhuang Heng said, "Two."

The child looked left and right, saw no one, and didn't ask much. He politely moved the stool to invite Zhuang Heng to sit down, brought a cup of hot tea and a plate of peanuts, and said, "You should drink this year's new tea first."

Zhuang Heng thanked me, reported the names of the dishes I mentioned just now, and said: "No green onions, ginger, or garlic."

"Okay, guest officer." The child nodded, and then went all the way to the door to help his mother wash and choose dishes while shouting the names of the dishes.

I found it interesting to see the lively child, and I couldn't help but think of myself when I was eight or nine years old. At that time, nothing happened, and life was a clean and untouched snow.Reminiscing, I looked at Zhuang Heng who was drinking tea with his head bowed over there, and I couldn't help thinking that Zhuang Ziyu was naturally intelligent, and he looked like someone who was not eight or nine years old.

The kitchen stove of this shop is propped up by the river, and an oilcloth shed was erected on the top of the head next to a willow tree hugging it. "Shop", the words are horizontal and vertical, and the words are flying, which is very romantic.

"Who wrote this word?" I stood by the kitchen stove with my hands behind my back and asked casually.

A cloud of wind and drizzle drifted by, and the mother and son worked hard, and no one paid any attention to me.I numbly touched my nose.Then he flicked his sleeves and headed to the bridge.

Hey, the so-called lonelier in the crowd, I now have a better understanding.

The flowing water under the bridge is gurgling, and the stones piled up downstream block the water flow, blocking out a pool of water. In the pool, red carp, green carp, and mandarin fish are intertwined, probably raised by people, and further upstream, it is rainy and foggy. a hill.I don't know if Zhuang Heng brought me from there yesterday.

The proprietress, mother and son are very agile, and soon a few dishes will be out of the pot. I watched one big and one small each carry two dishes to the hall, and I was about to go back, when I suddenly heard a faint sound in the hills over there. A series of bells, and after a while, another series.The bell sound was thin and long, ethereal and distant.I couldn't help but stop.

I was listening intently, when I felt a slight tugging sensation on my wrist, I looked down - the owner of the dog leash told me to go back and watch him eat.

After returning to the store, Zhuang Heng had already pulled away the stool on his right, and asked the store owner to prepare a pair of empty dishes and put them beside the table.The proprietress thought that he still had to wait for someone, so after putting down the dishes, she thoughtfully suggested whether to put the food back on the steamer to warm it up, Zhuang Heng thanked him and said, "Don't bother. He's already arrived."

As soon as the words came out, the face of the proprietress froze, and I was also taken aback by the side.I am very familiar with the look of the proprietress, mortals who walk at night to see ghosts have this expression, so I subconsciously touched the merit bag in my arms, thinking that this has nothing to do with me, don’t blame me for what Zhuang Heng did. .After touching it, he felt that the merit was not lacking, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The proprietress covered the child's ears, chanted "no taboo" and walked away. I flipped up my robe and sat down beside him, crying and laughing: "Why say that more? It's heart-wrenching."

Zhuang Heng was putting a small mouthful of white rice into his mouth, chewed and swallowed carefully, then raised his eyes to look at me: "I'm not talking about you."

Me: "Is there anyone else besides me?"

Zhuang Heng said, "Yes."

I looked around, and the proprietress, mother and son were looking at him in panic by the kitchen stove opposite. How could there be anyone else in the store besides me and him?

I said, "Where is it?"

As soon as the words fell, a series of hooves sounded from far away on the stone road at the door. The sound came from far to near, and soon came to the door. The little Taoist priests swaggered past the door, one man and one donkey.For some reason, when I saw that Taoist priest, I was not afraid at all, but felt a little funny, and asked, "Is it him?"

Zhuang Heng was picking up a piece of red amaranth, tasted it, and put it back on the small plate in front of him.

I looked at the piles of vegetables on his plate, all of which he had tasted and didn't want to eat again, the tip of his eyebrows twitched, and the boss said angrily, "Zhuang Ziyu, what delicacies did you eat to grow up? Are they so hard to swallow?" Is it?"

In his previous life, his family was poor, and he lived on green vegetables and white porridge. How could he forget all the hard times?

I said: "You ordered all these dishes, and you have to finish them all. If this is at my father's place, you will waste food and break your legs, do you know that?"

Zhuang Heng was slightly taken aback, and looked at me.

I was also a little stunned—firstly, when I was young, I didn’t have many things for myself, so I always liked to brag about my father, but I haven’t said this for ten years even when I was alive; secondly, I have said this to Zhuang Heng before.

It was the day when he was recuperating in the Hou's mansion. Although he woke up, he was exhausted by a serious illness. My mother was very distressed when she learned that I had such a classmate, so she asked him to take care of him. Tonic decoction.

My parents have similar temperaments, they are generous to others, but they are very economical themselves, Zhuang Heng doesn't eat much, most of the rest is stuffed into my stomach whether I like it or not.Day after day, I finally got tired of eating and felt that I had really picked up a big trouble and came back.

One day I rushed to Zhuang Heng's room.

There was a small bowl of soup in front of Zhuang Heng, and he only drank half of it.Unexpectedly, he was stunned when he saw me, and said: "Brother Lan Yan, you look good." He said that I was fat.

I snorted and sneered, and beckoned someone to bring in the pot of soup that was stewed in the kitchen, put it in front of him, and said, "It's all stewed for you. Drink it."

Zhuang Heng looked troubled.

I raised my hand to help him put the soup into the bowl, splashed the soup on my hand, and licked it off with my lips, deliberately said: "My mother has boiled this soup for a long time. Don't waste a little bit."

He hesitated while holding the bowl.

I said, "Zhuang Heng, if my father comes, sees you drinking half and pouring half, and breaks your leg with a stick, believe it or not?"

On that day, under my fierce persecution, Zhuang Heng barely drank a bowl and a half. In the end, he couldn't drink any more. As soon as he put the spoon down, he closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and looked like he was about to kill him. Those who didn't know thought I was Bullied him again—in fact, who bullied whom?

What can I do if he does that?In the end, he snatched his bowl angrily and drank it himself.

From that day on, I went to his room to watch him eat and drink soup every day, and whispered in his ear earnestly: "Eat more. Only by eating a lot can he recover quickly."

Get well soon so you can get out of here quickly - of course I won't say the second half of the sentence.I'm afraid my mother will beat me.

However, my strategy worked. After eating with him for half a month, Zhuang Heng finally grew some flesh. After my mother approved his recovery, I sent him out of the Hou with tears in my eyes. government.

When I saw him off, I said to him sincerely: "Zi Yu hopes to take care of his health in the future."

Zhuang Heng looked at me quietly, and finally said something human: "These days, thank you for your care."

Recovering from the past, I sighed.People, the more you live, the more you go back.Ghosts are no exception.