Meng blind man fortune-telling _ Mengzhou little blind man fortune-telling

Father's last regards to sworn brothers

Recently, my mother called and said that she had been busy all day and got a call. After two silences of nearly half a minute, the phone hung up and called again. After a while, a weak voice said, I'm afraid I can't come. Let you know. Later, a young voice, the son of his father Yidi, said that the old man's consciousness was vague and time was running out, and his time was coming.

My mother is my father's third wife and has lived in Kunming since I was born. I have never been impressed by my father's hometown, Honghe Prefecture. Those relatives in the small town are not familiar with it and can't speak the dialect there. Neither does my father. I don't remember this uncle very clearly, except that he is short, short and pithy, with dark skin and burning eyes, but he has heard something from my father.

My parents had a child before me. At that time, they were in financial difficulties. The father took his mother back to his hometown to have a baby, but the family relationship was not harmonious. After living for a few days, my parents left Shiping County and went to South Lake in Mengzi, where they gave birth to a boy. After the child was born, the family refused to accept it. Only this uncle Xiang Peng rushed to Nanhu overnight to see the baby. Within three days, the baby died of cold, and it was this uncle who sent the child up the mountain with my father. My father wrote a poem called "The Old Story of South Lake", and wrote: "Only Xiang Peng is left to fly alone, too weak to cross the mountain." . Speaking of children, he turned into a lonely willow, holding his clothes in the way.

In 2008, my uncle died in a car accident and his body was sent back to Shiping for burial. My father and four brothers have been away from home for decades, and the eldest brother has almost lost contact with several siblings. The old house at home has always been my grandmother's adopted son, and a man named Uncle Huamian lives there. It is inconvenient to go back to work, and my uncle's household registration information is old, so it is difficult to be buried. My father called Uncle Xiang Peng, and he soon got things done and found some relationships. The coffin grave is very simple, there is no monument, and the small one is next to my grandmother. At the funeral, more than 20 cars set off from Kunming, booked a banquet, and scribbled three uncles.

Parents, brothers and sisters, flesh and blood were sent up the mountain by his father's righteous brother.

After the funeral, Uncle Xiang Peng's son and daughter-in-law followed their father to Kunming. His wife is young, but her education level is only junior high school. She cooks in our house and takes care of the family's daily life. She lived in my room, and her son went to the county with the construction team. Soon, their five-year-old daughter also received Kunming. My father likes to be quiet, and no one feels disturbed during lunch break, which is terrible. He is the kind of person who gives children lucky money and no child dares to take it. My brother and I were scolded and punished for trivial things when we were young, and it was common to kneel all day. The little girl was noisy, jumping up and down on the leather sofa, laughing and reciting Tang poems in a hoarse and childish tone. One day, her father was just resting on the sofa, and the child accidentally ran to the living room and made a noise as usual. The father called the child to his side with a sullen face. He asked the child what he was arguing with a straight face. The child glared and faltered: grandpa four, he is alone in a foreign land ... the difference is that his father suddenly smiled.

A year later, something happened to our family and everyone around us was scattered. Tomb-Sweeping Day returned to his hometown after his father was in prison these years. Those uncles are indifferent to us. Except Uncle Xiang Peng, he always gets everything ready when our young players come home and drives us up the mountain to get familiar with the environment. Two small green mounds are facing the Yilong Lake. Before he left, he must take us to eat a baked bean curd in Honghe Prefecture, and the fried fish cooked at home should be packed in several ways.

I hung up the phone and remembered that my father had written a letter to my uncle, about a year ago, but I also expected that life and death would be different today. Thinking that it might be too late to send it, I started typing one by one. Modern communication technology is powerful, so I let the younger generation read it to the old people, at least not to let the thoughts between them become empty.

The original text of this letter is as follows

Brother Xiang:

? Is it better? Say hello to the red side.

? Listen to your sister-in-law, I've seen you several times, and you keep saying, alas, I'm afraid I won't see the fourth child! It shows that my brother has always cared about me. Why have I never been a brother in the countryside?

After careful calculation, it is exactly sixty years since our brothers and teenagers became sworn brothers. Ups and downs, bumpy sixty spring and autumn, a flick of a finger in the past. The past haunts me. I remember that on the day when we took the oath in Longquan Academy, we drank Longtan water from a glass. If there is no pledge of eternal love, we vaguely know that we are brothers in our young hearts. But it is the feeling of "loyalty" forged by this teenager in his heart, which has never stopped in our life for 60 years. In the lingering homesickness of life, "loyalty" has become an indelible feeling. Perhaps, this feeling will be put into a coffin with us and go to heaven. It is an inseparable human soul. When we became sworn, we didn't have time to read Luo Guanzhong's Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Although we have heard of Liu's three vows in Taoyuan, and vaguely know that they have become brothers who can change their lives after becoming sworn, we still don't know their true meaning, but in later life, we have accumulated mutual friendship bit by bit and woven a net cover for brothers to live together. Relying on the friendship accumulated with the growth of years and the increasingly solid network context, we have gone through this long and too short life journey in the same boat and difficulties, and have been filled with the truth of "changing life" in the 60-year journey.

? I will always remember that time when I went to chop wood, and you climbed a high and steep rock. When I was behind, the vine I was holding broke and I rolled down. Just when I fell to the bottom, you rolled down to save me, brother. What do you mean, change your life? It's called changing your life. That day, I was injured and couldn't cut wood. You put me in a arbor with branches and chopped a lot of firewood. At sunset, I was carrying a "lone dragon" on my back. As usual, we went back to the edge of the city and washed our faces at the white water field, but you ran away with the little "lone dragon" and shouted: Old four, pick that firewood and go home! I have no choice but to summon up the courage to carry the firewood home. I told my grandmother and my sister what happened. Grandma lifted her skirt to wipe her tears. She cried and her sister was lost in thought. After dinner, my sister picked firewood and followed me to your house. As a result, you blushed with anger and your neck was thick. You can't help but pick it at my house again, and then pick it again and again. Finally, there is no way. My sister took an idea, and my family took one, and it was settled. According to the price of that year, picking firewood was also 23 cents, but this firewood is a gold stick and a silver stick, because it contains the bones and muscles of brotherhood!

Before long, I went out to study, and the correspondence between my brothers never stopped. It was the late autumn of' 62, and my brother didn't go to school. In order to support my uncle, aunt and brother, I went to work in a chicken farm, which happened to be Longquan Academy where we became sworn friends. When I went back to my hometown on holiday, the train stopped at Baimamiao Station, and I got off early, so the first relative I saw was you. I walked to Longquan Academy, where you had already met me. When you meet, take back the little load that you usually scrimp and save, and walk a few kilometers back to the city by railway. The grandmothers waited and waited for me to come in, thinking that I had just left school after dinner, but they saw that we had arrived home. Grandma was surprised and wanted to add half a small bowl of rice to accompany her, so she was glad that her two grandchildren came back to find her. However, the old man was sick because he ate more than half a bowl of rice, and he couldn't get up the next day. At three o'clock in the afternoon, he called us to bed and said that we wanted to eat lotus root starch. We went to the top of the street and fed her a bowl of lotus root starch. Grandma went to sleep peacefully and never woke up. That night, I moved the coffin, and my brother was busy at the wake. At that time, my mother went to tell a fortune and said that my zodiac had a collision and could not adapt. My mother said Xiang Peng was there, so you can rest assured. My mother's words woke me up: my 89-year-old grandmother would die laughing beside my brother, because she knew that although we were sworn brothers, we were far better than brothers. The blind man told Fortune that the old lady should have an early funeral. It was raining the next morning, and Brother Xiang was carrying the pole. I was only fourteen years old and couldn't carry it. I can only take off my muddy shoes for you until the grave is buried. In this way, we sent away the most loving grandmother.

As time went on, at the end of 9 1, a chill came from south lake hospital, where a baby was born. He is my son. You came all the way to the window of the baby care room, and you had a smile that had gone through many vicissitudes in your life. You guessed that the loudest voice was my doll. You were very happy and knew that you had forgotten all the hardships. At that time, you completely forgot the great pain you suffered when you lost your brother who had already attended a technical school in Nanhu. This filial piety to the grandmother and love for the little doll are linked across the boundaries of time and space, and it is the whole complex of the overwhelming word "righteousness" that my brother and I have plunged into our hearts all our lives. It is precisely because of this complex that in Tomb-Sweeping Day in 1994, you sent my mother to the mountain with better feelings than your son. Plus, when you go back to your hometown every year, you always have to pick up enough coal, firewood and water for my mother, which is deeply buried in the hills of my hometown and in the hearts of my wife and children forever.

? Brother, can you hold on? I believe you will wait for me.

Longquan Academy got a glass of water for a brother's life.

Don't feel helpless at dusk, walk with a smile.

The underworld is still a two-door god, and the underworld is still a loyal ghost.

Twenty years later, in the spring rain, we will meet in front of the pool.

Brother, take care! I'm fine. Forget it.

Xia Meng in the last year of BC.

Brother: Wang Kun closed the pen.