However, Qian Liqin and Qian Mai didn't think that it was the last time they saw Ah Chun.
The social opera on the night of the seventh day of the seventh lunar month is a long-lived folk story about the Love of Love. With the graceful music of You Yang, time seems to flow back to a distant era. Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai crossed the barriers of time and space to come to people. The years of studying in Hangzhou, the days and nights of Songshan Academy, the immersive years of books, and the resignation of the eighteenth birthdays, are reproduced vividly on the simple stage, and the villagers admired by the stage are all immersed in the actors. In the artistic conception created by thousands of times.
Suddenly, Sun Hongmei screamed from the entrance: "Mom and dad, where are you?... Go home, something happened to my sister-in-law..."
Then came a flurry of turmoil and crowd commotion. With the rapid departure of Sun and Yang, all the villagers in the crowd whispered and whispered, and it took a long time for the place to return to calm.
But after all, no one could finish watching the social drama of this night calmly. Before Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai had to meet forever after the meeting, the villagers who had followed out before passed back the unfortunate news of the Sun family.
It turned out that Aunt Sun’s wife saw halfway through the theater tonight, and suddenly felt that the cold wind had blown her body from time to time. Unexpectedly, people have misfortunes and blessings. There are no street lights in the country at night. When they came to the corner, I don't know a villager who killed a thousand swords and abandoned half of the broken tank on the side of the road at night. In the dark night, Ah Chun didn't notice for a while, stumbled on his fours and fell to the ground, abdomen stiffly with stones, and he immediately bleeds.
To make matters worse, none of the doctors at the Nanjiang Township Health Center are from the village, and they have not returned home for the Chinese New Year. The only small four-wheelers in the village were also driven by Sun Zhigang to Anhui. After everyone prepared the wooden carts and hurried along the highway, before reaching the neighboring township health center, Ah Chun, who was bumpy all the way, could no longer breathe.
For the next four or five days, the stage of Nanjiang Village was still performing life and ugliness, joys and sorrows. Before each show, Empress Empress will always come out and gracefully interpret her good wishes on earth. But the Sun family is already in vain.
I heard that Sun Hongmei was frightened, regretted not at the beginning, and complained that she should not be cold;
I heard that Sun Zhigang came back and lost his wife. He was crying and did not touch food for a few days;
I heard that the Sun’s family went to the county seat to receive a large sum of money, and everything was prepared for the funeral ceremonies according to the highest standards...
Everything is just heard. Because Ah Chun passed away abnormally while pregnant with a child. This is a big taboo for women in rural areas, especially unmarried and unpregnant women, especially during the New Year. Therefore, the adults all warn their family members not to go to Sun's house. , And all the three words were only learned from the laments of the relatives of Sun and Yang.
On the day of Achun's funeral, the spring breeze brought cold air across the Nanjiang River, and there was a light drizzle. The sky and the earth are like two sad lips, kissed palely together, and the kiss became the style of a pear tree. The social drama of the Spring Festival did not stop, and a faint sound of singing, drums, flutes and music were heard in the distance, and a group of weeping teams marched towards the second col of the west of the village. Qian Mai saw that on the stone bench in front of Yangjiapu, the lunatic father of Achun seemed to feel something, sitting in the drizzle with a sad face. Did he know that the daughter who gave him food and clothing twice a day, and forced him to wash his face and feet, would never come back
A woman said that Ah Chun is happy, and the weddings and funerals are the most outstanding among the girls in the village. Isn't it the same in the life of a rural woman? The wind and scenery entered the husband's house, and the birth of children was toiled for a lifetime. In the end, a thin coffin was sent out. The others belong to others, and only these two rituals truly belong to women. So Achun should have no regrets.
Some old people go back to the time and slowly chew the cause and effect, saying that the reason for Ah Chun's misfortune is because she didn't wear bright red clothes on the wedding day. Red clothes ward off evil spirits, this is an unchanging tradition through the ages, and Ah Chun would suffer this catastrophe without evasiveness.
Some people also say that this is because the Sun family has greeted Nanjiang Village’s higher-level appropriation, which is regarded as the reward for good and evil... Wait... Yun Yun...
Qian Mai did not pay attention to any discussion, and quietly watched the plain funeral crowd disappear at the turn of the second col. The soul seemed to be free, and the paralyzed heart could not feel any pain. He just watched the white banner arranged by the director coldly. There is a lot of life and death scenes of flying paper money. How I hope this is just the director shooting a movie and TV series, how much I hope people really have reincarnation, Ah Chun just went to another time and space. In the novels, it is said that the mourning is in the lateness of the beauty and the Jiang Lang is exhausted, but what is the meaning of these groans in the face of birth, old age, sickness and death? God is so stingy sometimes, even an ordinary woman's desire for happiness is not fulfilled. There is no convenient water and electricity, no matching medical conditions, and no convenient transportation. Even if this land is given such a fairyland, what then
Afterwards, all the hidden wheat has been sketched out. I only remember that the pear blossoms in Nanjiang that year were uncontrollable. The villages and villagers were all embellished by the opening, and the hills that opened in the second col were white as snow, in the wind. Like a tide...
End of Volume One
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