Chapter 60 Crazy Rain/Rouge Rain 7

It was almost dusk, and Pipa sat obediently on a small stool, looking at the road in front of the door intently. Every day at this time, she would stop everything she was playing with, and sit at the door quietly waiting for Du Yuanchao's return. In comparison, she is closer to Du Yuanchao.Whenever Du Yuanchao appeared in front of her, she would immediately stumble forward and look up at Du Yuanchao with outstretched arms and bright eyes: "Daddy hug." One of the things he was most happy and most satisfied with was to squat down and hold his loving daughter in his arms.At home, he refuses all official affairs, and even if he occasionally wants to talk about some official affairs, he will talk while holding his daughter in his arms.He took her to see the sun, the moon, the great river, the sails, the trees, the flowers, the swallows, and the dragonflies.He always talked to her, talking endlessly, like a pair of lovers under the old moon tree.After dark, the daughter will show a trace of unreasonable fear, as if something is hiding everywhere in the dark.At that time, she most hoped that Du Yuanchao could stay with her at home.Except for the unavoidable meeting at night, he just stays with Ai Rong and his daughter at home at night.His love family is the most powerful weapon for the women in Yau Ma Tei to scold and reprimand those men who are restless and always want to eat wild food: "Look at Secretary Du! Compared with Secretary Du, what are you!" He I am really happy to watch moxa and pipa in the quiet night, without the slightest reluctance.Most of the daughter's sleep at night was accompanied by him, humming the country cradle songs that have been passed down through the ages.It was a process so beautiful that his heart softened to water.Watching his daughter's eyes gradually close like two rain-soaked leaves, watching his daughter's small mouth smack like a small fish floating on the surface of a pond in the morning to breathe in the fresh air, he felt that there was really no reason for her to be here anymore. What is on my mind, the scars left by the dusty years should go with the water.Even when he is having sex with Ai Rong, once he finds out that his daughter has been disturbed, he will temporarily calm down.Ai Rong was often moved by Du Yuanchao's love for his sons and daughters, but what he said was: "I know I like your daughter."

But recently, Du Yuanchao kept his daughter waiting more and more frequently, and the time was getting longer and longer. The daughter was not angry, she was still quiet, and she was still concentrating. The rain was still falling, and when the sun turned into a glow, the rouge color dimmed, but it became more rouge. Ai Rong sat on the chair behind her daughter and looked out the door with her.She holds a pipa in her arms. Recently, she often thinks of this pipa brought from Suzhou City, and feels that she needs it more and more.Compared with those in Yau Ma Tei, her home seems too quiet.This is a special family in Yau Ma Tei. They don't raise pigs, chickens or ducks, and don't even cultivate land—although they also have their own land, but they don't need Ai Rong to worry about it. Zhu Diwa will naturally bring people to help Sowing, fertilizing, weeding and harvesting.

Since she became Du Yuanchao's wife, she never went to the ground again.While those educated youths who came from Suzhou City were struggling like cows and horses in the continuous farming work, she was able to dress clean and stay at home peacefully.At home, apart from taking care of her daughter and serving her husband, she has almost nothing else to do. Du Yuanchao would not let her do anything that was a little tiring, or he would do it himself, or Let Zhu Diwa call someone to do it.Although Ai Rong lives in the countryside where the sun is strong and the wind and rain are constant, she wears the clothes and looks of the city people, except that her skin color is a little more rosy.But such an enviable life also often makes Ai Rong feel empty and confused, and recently added some anxiety and depression.If it is a sunny day, she will take her daughter for a walk in the field to watch a flower bloom or a dragonfly playing in the water. At that time, she may be happier.But Yau Ma Tei always rains, which makes people feel melancholy.

At this moment, she would take out the pipa from the cloth bag, sit on the chair, put her cheek on the smooth body of the qin, and put her slender and textured hands away from farming on the strings. The sound of the piano seemed to have been played for a long time, flowing into the sound of the pattering rain, without any abruptness. Playing, dialing, hooking, wheeling, kneading, the sound of the piano does not have the slightest anxiety, bit by bit, it is about to rise first, and often a note sounds until the lingering sound fades into a gossamer, and then a new note sounds.There were also small climaxes one after another, but that was just the sound of green beans falling on the board, not enough to tear one's heart.The sound of the piano is more hesitation and hesitation.

The sound of the piano is in harmony with the sound of the rain, so that Ai Rong temporarily mistook the sound of the rain for the sound of the piano and the sound of the piano for the sound of rain. Ai Rong had a strange idea: it turned out that the pipa was born because of the rain. Strange to say, whenever Ai Rong played the pipa, her daughter would appear more and more quiet, and her expression would be a little distant, not like that of a child at all. Sometimes, seeing her daughter's expression, Ai Rong would lean the pipa forward and smile slightly. It is meaningful to say that in the sound of the pipa, there is no Yau Ma Tei, but only the dreamlike and poetic Suzhou, the misty and rainy town where she was born and raised—— the alleys are deep and countless, forming a gentle web .Green tiles and whitewashed walls, lacquered doors and copper rings, there is a sense of tranquility outside the walls, and mystery inside the walls.Especially those alleys near the water are even more charming.Those gravel roads and slate roads lead the world into the ordinary, distant, mundane and elegant.Tongfang Lane, Jianjia Lane, Ximei Lane, Yanjia Lane, Petalian Lane, Banzhu Lane, Mulberry Leaf Lane, Sophora Tree Lane, Cangmi Lane, Liuzhi Lane... The famous ones are not famous, but they all have the same meaning. People feel warm, affectionate and elegant.

In the alleys on rainy days, you can see the spirit of Suzhou: the rain wets the stones and slates, and it is clean and refreshing.Those slender girls held orange-red oil-paper umbrellas and walked slowly on the long road. When the sleeves slipped down, their ivory-colored arms were exposed, letting the damp wind blow. The gentle face is raised slightly, showing an indescribable charm. There is a little wind, a little rain, and a little bit of love. In the morning, the alley is very quiet, and in the quiet, there will be a girl or an elderly woman with a basket, calling along the road with a gentle voice: "Gardenia!——" or "White flowers!" Orchids!——” The voice echoed in the quiet alley, so in the secluded courtyard, some girls or women would think how wonderful it would be to wear a gardenia or white orchid on their temples and lapel. !At night, those camels selling wontons along the street gave this small town a different soul.The exquisite stove presents the bright fire like egg yolk in the alley with not very bright lights.In the dead of night, the crisp sound of clappers spread in the night, making the night quieter and making people feel that even at night, the small town is still beating the rhythm of life peacefully.

There are also maple leaves in Taiping Mountain, these patches of non-wet flames, not only make autumn more like autumn, but also make autumn quiet and heroic. There are also rose sauce, rose dew, and rose wine.In that rose season, those flower girls sent baskets of roses to people in the city.The flowers were carefully placed in baskets, with the stamens all facing up, as if they were still on the branches. They were all picked before dawn, and the petals were still stained with crystal dew.Rose sauce, rose dew, rose wine, but they all emit the aroma of roses, floating from the high white wall, floating into the alley, floating to the stone bridge, floating to the water.

And of course Pingtan.This is probably the simplest and most elegant art in the world.Simplicity from beginning to end, simplicity from beginning to end, and elegance from beginning to end.Rap that is high but not loud, low but not flashy, bright but not dark, dumb but not dry, open but not loose, and closed but not short, gives people a sense of propriety, proportion, controlled emotional flow, and sadness. , It's resentment, it's sadness, it's joy, there is no such thing as the apex boiling and the hustle and bustle of red and green. Ai Rong saw his parents and their unpretentious playing and singing.

It was dusk, and the rain was still falling. Although it was summer, it was a bit cool. Ai Rong played the pipa, feeling sad in her heart. Hearing the sound of the rain, she couldn't help singing softly: Osmanthus fragrans by the courtyard is desolate, yellow chrysanthemum leaves are withered by the fence, camellias are blooming, wintersweet is growing, wine in the red furnace of the warm pavilion is frequent Pour. The Ministry of Rites is in spring and February stars, and horseshoes walk all over the dust of apricot blossoms. ... Before the end of the song, two lines of clear tears were already trickling down the bridge of her nose.

At that time, Du Yuanchao and Caiqin were still on the water...