The Boy with The Dragon Tattoo

Chapter 21: Folks in northern Shaanxi

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Silent all the way, the train jingled all the way to Suide Station in Shaanxi. The two got down the train groggy and took the bus. They were bumped for several hours, changing tractors and donkey carts. The folks here are simple and convenient, and they don't charge money. Finally, the old man in the car pointed at a mountain bag in the distance with a donkey whip and said, "There is wine four."

Lao Wang was speechless: "Damn, are there still people living in caves poorly?"

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Zi Yang spread common sense to him: "This is a custom in the northern Shaanxi countryside. Many farmers live in cave dwellings like this. They have unique caves, warm in winter and cool in summer! There is a set of natural temperature regulation system-much more advanced than your ruined dormitory. Up!"

The old king next door said, "This can be nonsense. Obviously, I can't afford bricks. You can see that there is no serious person along the way. The economy is very backward! I don't know what people here live on."

At the moment, the two of them walked deep and shallow while talking nonsense, and soon they came to the earth kiln. In the yard in front of the cave dwelling, there are piles of buds basking in the sun, and a few free-range hens are digging through the soil looking for food.

A black and thin old man with a white towel on his head was peeling corn into a dustpan. This old man was born with a sad face, and his gestures were very slow, just like the slow motion of a movie. It seemed that time became heavy and sluggish in his hands.

Lao Wang took three steps and made two steps forward and said, "Uncle, I'm here! Do you remember me?"

The imaginary scene of warm welcome did not appear. The old man slowly raised his head and looked at Pharaoh with a pair of turbid and godless eyes. There was no expression on the Fengshuang carved face, he hesitantly asked: "Who is in the mud? "

Lao Wang said awkwardly: "I am Xiaoli's classmate. When you arrived at our school, I took you."

The old man said "Oh", lowered his head and continued to peel the corn, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

If the old man roars or roars, Zi Yang may be more receptive in his heart, but this kind of numbness and indifference makes him more sad-it is how discouraged and lazy life is that makes a person like this.

Lao Wang was stunned and a little embarrassed there. Zi Yang hurriedly stepped forward and explained: "Daddy, we are Xiaoli’s classmates. We didn’t have time to entertain you when we came to school last time. No, the school sent us to take advantage of the summer vacation. See you are here."

As he said, Yang raised the pastry snack in his hand.

The old man raised his head at this time, and slightly reacted: "Why, come here, why do you still bring things."

The two big jagged hands rubbed their bodies, tremblingly got up and let Zi Yang and the others into the cave: "Go in, sit in the house."

Zi Yang and Lao Wang bowed their heads and walked into the cave. It was dark in front of them. The inside of the cave was very dark. The bodies of two people stood in front of the door. The humble home in the cave seemed to be a few times smaller, which set off the humble family , Poor.

There was a middle-aged woman in the back room, so gloomy that she couldn't see her appearance. She was patching up a pair of torn cotton wool that didn't know whether it was clothes or a quilt. When she saw someone coming in, she rolled her eyelids and continued busying herself.

The old man rubbed his hands and didn't know how to greet him, and said repeatedly, "Sit, sit." He turned his head and said to his wife, "Through the meal."

Zi Yang and Lao Wang looked at the ground awkwardly. They didn't even have a stool. There might be something strange on the dark and oily ground. Neither of them had the courage to sit down. Zi Yang glanced at the scene inside the house by the light outside the door, and saw neatly pasted rows of awards on the wall facing the door, with the vaguely written "Chen Xiaoli student, in the first semester of XX year , Study hard, excellent grades, and awarded the honorary title of XXX". It’s a bit old, and it’s darkened by the smoke, but the damaged corners are carefully pasted with tape. It can be seen that the owner respects these honors. .

At this time, the curtain of the side room suddenly lifted, and a black child's face appeared in the dark shadow. Two pale and big eyes stared at the two men in a daze. One finger was inserted in the mouth, and the saliva was wet. The flow of mind.

The two of them were shocked, and asked when a grandson would come out.

Lao Wang tried to communicate with the child, but the child ignored him. He ate his fingers with relish, and looked at the faces of the two with his brain tilted. He said, "What are these two things?"

Suddenly there was a sound of jumping and jumping outside. The two looked out. The old man squeezed a kitchen knife in his hand and arched the old hen who was awkwardly chasing everywhere. Zi Yang thought to himself, with his father's skill, I am afraid that he will catch up to tomorrow

The sky was getting dark, and the family finally got ready for dinner and set a table in front of the cave.

Although there is only more than one hour, Zi Yang feels that time is like years, and this family is not good at talking. The two people stood there for a long time, watching the old couple busy, and it was not going to go or not to go.

Several people sat around the table, and the child held the bowl, and his chopsticks could not wait to reach the chicken leg in the middle of the table.

The middle-aged woman opened it with chopsticks and gave him a stern look. The child hurriedly lowered her head to pick up the rice in fright. The old man smiled, showing his teeth, awkwardly greeted the two of them to eat food.

Lao Wang, the hungry goods, had no appetite at this time. He knew in his heart that this chicken might be half of the family’s possessions, why he was embarrassed to swallow it... Zi Yang hinted that this is a rural etiquette, if you don’t eat it, they On the contrary, he knows how to feel uneasy. At the moment, the two men politely fished a few pieces of meat and ate a few bites of rice. Seeing the two eating, the family picked up the chopsticks and moved the bowl.

This meal was simply a torment, and finally finished it, Zi Yang said goodbye: "These things were sent by the school to condolences." After thinking about it, I took a few hundred dollars from my pocket and said, "This is the school." Let us give you the condolences." Old Wang said quickly: "I have something here too. I took a handful of money from my pocket and handed it to the old man.

The old man crouched, holding a handful of banknotes in both hands, trying to squeeze out a smile, his expression distorted and lips wriggling, but he couldn't help his sadness. Muddy tears flowed over his face: "You are good people, I, my Girl, she, she is pitiful, oooooo..."

The two could not speak, no amount of money could buy back their peace of mind, and no amount of money could save a young man’s life. They could only pat the old man’s shoulders to persuade them not to be sad. Opportunity will come to see them.

Not wanting to stay in this sad place for too long, the two of them fled and left.

Going out a long way, looking back, under the dim night, three figures stood there like paper-cuts, the old man crouched, one hand still waving in the air. The bloated figure of the middle-aged woman stood beside her, with her hands on the shoulders of the children. Under the infiltration of the night, the family seemed to blend in with the night.

"Let's go", Lao Wang wiped away his tears, "I really don't see this. I can find a place in the town to live for two days and watch TV to heal my injuries. The expenses for the next few days are up to you."

Zi Yang said, "Why do you rely on me again?"

Old Wang said, "I was excited just now and donated all the thousands of dollars in my pocket!"