Fortune telling through drama _ cosmic fortune telling

Confessions of three generations of diseases

Inheritance, inheritance, continuation, what a wonderful word. Looks can be passed down, craftsmanship can be passed down, and spirit can continue. Just like dandelions in the fields in my hometown, it is a good time for flowers to bloom. As soon as the breeze blows, the light snow-white fluff balls on the receptacle will flutter around and take root and sprout.

Every time I go to my grandmother's garden with my mother to pick vegetables, she always likes to share her views on health with me: "We are like this cabbage. When it is still a seedling, you have to feed, water, fertilize, weed and deal with pests carefully. You can't be careless, lay a good foundation and manage it later. " Look at this vegetable grandson, even a poor farmer can't help. It's hopeless at first sight. Even if you take it back to feed the chickens, they may think it is too stubborn to peck. "

My mother told me about her. I squatted in a corner and fiddled with the newly sprouted grass in the vegetable ridge, letting my thoughts wander on the uprooted Chinese cabbage. Sowing at the same time, why is it so strange that it can't even achieve its ultimate mission as a vegetable? Is it because it, as a young rapeseed, originally carries the dominant genetic factor of inferiority? Is it because it was sown by grandma and just settled in a piece of soil that is not suitable for it? Is it because grandma always habitually misses every fertilization?

The evening breeze swept over the hills, blowing away the news of the rotation of the four seasons, weakening the mark of time flow and blowing away the distance between the grass and trees and spring. I touched the wind with my hand, kissed it with my mouth and laughed at it, but it didn't speak. Suddenly, it wrinkled my mother's face, lengthened my hair tips and swelled the germ cells hidden in my body.

If grandpa were still alive, he would be 9 1 year old this year. My brother left on the fifth day after he was born. Before he left, no matter how coaxed his parents were, he refused to take a look even if he held the child to his side. He waved lightly and grinned, saying that he was stepping on the gate of hell for fear of scaring the children. That year was the Year of the Rat 24 years ago.

Grandpa has only one brother. The two brothers were called "children without parents" when they were young. This word refers to a child who has no father or mother in his hometown.

Grandpa has been rooted in this town all his life. My uncle, my grandfather's brother, later joined the army.

Decades ago, most people in that remote southern town lived in groups. Each village is divided into several groups according to their surnames, and the members of the same group live in the same adobe house. At that time, our group had the largest population, so the earthen house built was also the largest.

When it comes to earthen houses, it is different from the closed shape structure of earthen buildings, and it is also different from square or round buildings with only one gate for access. The old house in my hometown is long, like a pair of unfolded bird wings, centered on the ancestral hall and symmetrically spread to both sides. Each side takes the patio with different lighting sizes as the axis, connecting different lengths of Unicom corridors, and the houses are scattered around the patio. Ancestral halls are divided into upper halls and lower halls. The upper hall is close to the high wall of the road, and the terrain is about one meter higher than that of the lower hall. With such ingenious design, the whole building has seven exits except the solemn ancestral hall gate in the middle, and there are three access openings of different sizes on both sides.

According to the older generation in the group, the world was not peaceful at that time, so when the ancestral hall was just built, there were more than a dozen doors installed everywhere, and the security level was very high, so it was not a problem to guard against foreign thieves. Every household, door to door, the stove is next to the stove, it's really looking up but not looking down.

In rural areas, there is a little friction between neighbors, and every time the old story of old sesame seeds and rotten millet is brought out, no matter how long it takes, it is true or false.

"Day and night, it is impossible to prevent." This embarrassing remark in the neighbor's mouth is about my grandfather. Then there was another person, my grandmother.

Grandma's family is a big family, and she doesn't worry about eating and drinking. She is the youngest of five brothers and sisters in the family. At the age of fourteen, she went to the mountain to cut wood, not wanting to be bitten by a poisonous insect. The doctor suggested an operation, and her right leg and knee can no longer bend. After the leg injury, grandma's eldest brother once talked to her seriously, saying, "Little sister, you can stay at home with peace of mind for a lifetime, and eldest brother will protect you." But she decided to get married.

After his uncle left the army, he became someone else's son-in-law. He is the last adult of my brother who cooks ginger and drinks vinegar, and he has his own family.

At that time, we ate work points, distributed according to work, and got more for more work. Hunger dragged down his body, and some of grandpa's internal organs decomposed prematurely. His working ability is far behind that of his peers. He is too weak to do such a job as spring ploughing. Although grandma has a disabled leg, she is extremely diligent and works beautifully in the fields. The beans she planted grew neatly in rows after germination. However, being too serious also led to her slower response and lower efficiency than others. Every autumn and winter, under the clear or gloomy sky in the south, you can always see groups of unknown birds flying comfortably on the mountains around the village, which makes people very uncomfortable. At this time, grandma always has no intention to watch, knee ligament injury, right leg pain for a day and a night. After all, grandparents are still the poorest people in the mud house.

Poverty and disease are like thunder and lightning in midsummer, which go hand in hand. Lightning is often accompanied by strong winds, which turn the earth into a haze. And grandparents' hearts are covered with an unbreakable layer of hard ice, which makes people feel hot outside and cold inside, just like ice and fire frying.

Grandpa is weak, and grandma is pregnant in the tenth year after marriage. After a long course of ten years, people's feelings are warm and cold. Five years later, two crisp baby girls are crying.

At that difficult time, most people only had clear soup and little water in their pots and stoves, and adults and children were sallow and emaciated. Children play with mud as usual, naive; In the evening, they gathered in front of the ancestral temple gate, sliding, dancing and laughing on two broad stone slabs. The adults stared at the two patches on the bottom of their baby pants. They were sad and couldn't help Zhan Yan.

But for grandparents, 1968 is the happiest Spring Festival since they got married-they successfully adopted a baby boy.

I can't hear the cynicism of others, and I can't feel the frying of my body. Even though my stomach is empty and life is hard, I suddenly feel that my heart is full of wind under my feet, holding a ray of light in the warm spring day.

The poet Rilke said: There is no victory, but persistence is everything.

For this newborn baby boy who will be my father in the future, he must be adopted if he wants to survive. This is what a fortune teller in my hometown told my grandmother when he heard that fortune-telling is very effective.

Grandma's family and grandma's family belong to different groups in the same village. As soon as grandma sent a message to her son, grandma's family sent a message to her grandparents at the first time. The old couple borrowed from the east and borrowed from the west. They just went to grandma's house to beg for children with more than ten kilograms of soybeans and more than ten kilograms of new rice. Unless there is nothing to do, my grandmother won't send her infant son away. Since birth, my father has been suffering from diarrhea. No matter how he treats it, the more he raises it, the more he loses his meat.

Since then, my grandparents have been living a hard life and have a "thin" mouth to feed.

People work at sunrise, rest at sunset and live frugally. As the days go by, families with a large number of laborers are getting better and better by managing their families diligently. On holidays, you can also take out the glutinous rice that is usually squeezed out of your teeth, steam a rice cake, dig out the soybeans at the bottom of the wardrobe and fry tofu to worship heaven and improve your food. At this time, grandparents brought the children into the house and bolted them to prevent them from going out. At that time, every household cooked with a stove. The rice cake is steamed, the lid is lifted, and the water vapor is dense; After the bean curd is fried at high temperature, the aroma permeates the air, and just smelling it will make people drool. The child was hungry and greedy, tearing his grandparents' trouser legs with tearful eyes.

This is how the three children grew up crying. Five years later, my mother came.

My mother was born in 1973, and my grandmother was born in 1937 when the eight-year anti-Japanese war broke out. These two years, one is the year of Ding Chou and the other is the year of Gui Chou, both of which are the year of the ox. But their personalities are totally different. Grandma is forgetful. She bickered with her neighbor the day before, but she can't remember it the next day. As usual, she happily shouted to her neighbors to go to the fields together.

My mother has the same temper as my grandfather. Once I went home and had an argument with the opposite person. My mother blushed and swung the pole directly. She was only ten years old that year. She also has the same high cheekbones as her grandfather, and even her stomach is no different. It turns out that the double helix gene has such great magic that it can not only copy the skin, but also connect emotions and empathies. Grandpa loved her very much and named her "Mei". This word is pronounced the same as the word "Mo 'er" in my hometown dialect.

Emotion and health are like a pregnant mother and a fetus in her belly. The fate of the two is the same. Whether the mother's mood is good or bad, the little fetus can feel it. If you are in poor health, your emotions are easy to get out of control; Emotional uncertainty can affect health. In this cycle, nature finally loses its balance. The more a creature trapped in a quagmire wants to survive, the more it struggles; The more you struggle, the faster you sink until you are swallowed up.

My mother has a history of headaches since she was a child. In summer, the symptoms will get worse, so she can only do what she can at home. My father looks like a pigeon, but his eyes are bright with Matthew. After graduating from primary school, he worked as a cement worker with his brother-in-law for a while, and later helped people look after fish ponds.

From 65438 to 0978, the wind of "reform and opening up" warmed people's hearts, and many people in the village chose to go out to work for the first time. When my father was eighteen, he went to Shanghai with several villagers to sell bananas. My mother also told my grandfather that she wanted to go out and work in a textile factory. Grandpa asked her to stay at home for fear that she would be bullied if she couldn't read. My mom hasn't mentioned it since.

It was not until I was born that my mother walked out of town for the first time.

When I was born, 13-year-old Fu Mingxia became the youngest world champion. Since then, China diving team and table tennis team have braved the wind and waves on the stage of the Olympic Games.

I first learned about "Olympic Games" when I read "Looking forward to the Olympic Games" written by teacher Xiao Fuxing in the primary school Chinese textbook. That article made my heart surge, my blood boil and my face rosy.

It turns out that you don't have to run and jump to be red.

When I was young, I was like a hollow straw. Most of the time, my face is as dry and sallow as sun-dried summer rice stalks, and I travel freely in the corridors extending in all directions like a swallow every day.

The village is still organized in a democratic and autonomous way, but neighbors have moved out of mud houses one by one.

In the year of Macao's return, I learned to sing "Song of the Seven Sons-Macao". In the same year, I drank Chinese medicine boiled in ceramics for half a year.

Red-brown Chinese medicine, like soy sauce, needs to be boiled and fermented, but it tastes like grass and salty. After eating it, it is bitter and fresh. The medicine is too thick and bitter, so I often hum and refuse to drink it. Later, grandma didn't know where she got the rock sugar as big as steamed bread. Every time I finish the medicine, she knocks a small piece with a hammer to moisten my mouth. But not long after, I refused to drink again, always clamoring to go to school with my playmates who lived in class. Grandma asked her little playmate to wait for me to finish the medicine, knocked down two small pieces of rock sugar, put one by the stove and gave it to her. My little friend leaned against the beam of the class, fiddling with rock sugar in his hand, and quietly told me to drink medicine. The sunlight passed through the patio and fell on the red paint pillar and the crystal clear emerald rock candy. I buried my face in the medicine bowl, took a quick sip, and then put it down immediately, for fear that she would run away without me like grandpa. Seeing me like that, she sang softly, "Do you know that Macau is not my real name/I have been away from you for too long/Mom ..."

At that time, grandpa had left me for two years.

Grandpa died of illness. I was five years old and didn't know much about death. I only vaguely realized that since then, no one has taken me to the village canteen to buy candy every day.

Soon after, mom and dad took their younger brother out to make a living.

In Greek mythology, Prometheus not only created human beings, but also taught them a lot of knowledge and skills. What a beautiful legend! In the real world, the life instinct handed down from generation to generation has never been forgotten, but it is not as beautiful as the myth. Such as the determination of the mother fox and the hidden pain.

The mud house turns around, and occasionally when my grandmother chases me with a bamboo pole because of naughty, my tail loach can always escape safely. But gradually, many phenomena in my life can't find an exit.

For example, vinegar in 2003 was more expensive than in previous years. From my first day at school, my primary school principal named Mei always chooses one day every week and tells us in dialect after morning exercises: "Go home and tell my parents that it is best not to eat overnight dishes. The dishes fried in the morning have to be heated at noon ... "In 2003, she told me more times. That year, as soon as school was over, I took out my bike with my friends. Riding my dad's "The Big Bang Theory", singing the theme song from the popular TV series "Chivalrous Man": "Let's gallop the rivers and lakes/let's be happy in this life ..." I can't figure out why Shi Tianji and Shi Zhongyu are twins born to the same mother, so their natures are so different.

For another example, grandma told me that every design of the earthen house was built according to metaphysics, which was exquisite. I opened my eyes wide and looked puzzled. To me, the earth house is a kind and kind old man. He has a magical body, which is ventilated everywhere, like honeycomb coal, like an ant nest, and also like the human stomach.

20 19 during the summer vacation, I coughed all night, and my stomach burned all night. I felt better after lying on a chest-high quilt. At night, I looked out of the window and saw a few floating clouds in the sky floating lightly with the wind, so carefree and carefree, I couldn't help laughing in my heart: it was another sleepless night. I can't lie down now. My mother can only lie down for 20 14. What a humorous fate.

There is something wrong with my stomach. It will be fine in a few months. My mother has been in bed for a whole year. She was forced to lie down and fought a virus called tuberculous meningitis every minute.

Before the volcanic eruption, the surface was as calm as ever, but I didn't know that magma was brewing in the stratum. Just when the whole family was in a hurry, my brother's liver defected.

Feng Tang, a writer, wrote a short article called "Self-help and Defeat the Enemy", explaining his understanding of Zeng Guofan's sentence: "Anyone who is good at chess will save himself and defeat the enemy at the same time in times of crisis, and often turn defeat into victory due to illness." Why save yourself? What about breaking the enemy? I am deeply troubled. After a gastroscopy, my dad put fruits and vegetables on the table every day, and resolutely put an end to all the food he thought was harmful, including overnight dishes.

In 20 10, influenza A H 1N 1 raged, and everyone talked about pig color change. At that time, the vice principal of my high school, wearing a pair of transparent glasses and speaking Mandarin with a local accent, was seriously guiding us to develop good living habits and hygiene habits every day. During that time, I often heard the simple dialect of the primary school principal a few years ago.

On the last day of 20 10, I took the college entrance examination review book and walked through the playground where the school had not paved the plastic track. In the early spring in the south, the wind roared, rolling up the dust all over the sky, and the dry weeds stood in the crevices and swayed with the wind. The voice in the school radio station resounded through the campus as usual: "Shi Tiesheng, a famous contemporary writer, died in Beijing at 3 am today ..." When I heard this, my heart was shocked and my head froze. I can never realize that wish again, and I can never express my love for me and Ditan to his face. ......

Tears flowed down unconsciously, and I don't know if it was because of the sandstorm in the playground.

After the pause, I dried my tears and walked on.