Chapter 74 Witch Rain 6

Ai Rong is leaving. Before leaving, she went to her daughter's grave.The daughter's grave is in a forest, a small dirt bag.In the woods, there are birdsong all year round.The little girl sleeping peacefully in the soil may have arrived at a very beautiful place.She can listen to the birds chirping, the swaying of young leaves and the falling of dead leaves, and sleep in this tranquility without worry.Ai Rong has not seen her daughter for a long time, and the small grave made her feel a little desolate and strange.She bent down and removed the weeds on the grave one by one, then picked pieces of soil from the mound beside her, broke them into pieces, and sprinkled them evenly on her daughter's grave.After a while, the tomb became a new tomb, which looked very lively.She picked many wild flowers with bright colors, and then threw them on the new soil one by two.

The sun shines through the branches and leaves and shines on this flower grave. Ai Rong said to the grave: "Mom is leaving..." As she spoke, tears flowed down her cheeks.After a while, her legs softened and she knelt down in front of the grave.She lowered her head, first weeping silently, then sobbing loudly, and then howling loudly. People in Yau Ma Tei heard the crying and came here one after another.The first to come were women.They didn't immediately go up to persuade her, but stood beside her, weeping with her.While weeping, they said in succession: "This little girl is really fun.

"It's heartbreaking." "...After a while, they came forward to persuade Ai Rong not to cry. But after persuading them, they became more and more sad, crying louder, and the tears continued. No one could persuade Ai Rong, she was like As if growing on the ground, I put my head in the new soil and wild flowers, and let the tears wet the new soil and wild flowers. A gray-haired old lady came staggeringly, and the women made way for her.She walked up to Ai Rong, patted Ai Rong's trembling back with her stiff black hands and said, "Good baby, don't cry..." Everyone said stop crying.Two strong young girls took advantage of the situation and came over to persuade Ai Rong from the ground.

When leaving the grave, Ai Rong turned her head from time to time to glance at her daughter's grave.This is the only connection she has with Yau Ma Tei, but it will also be lost in her memory forever. When Ai Rong left, he left the pipa behind for a long time. She took nothing with her, only a suitcase.Many years ago, she came to Yau Ma Tei with this suitcase. Zhu Diwa tidied up a boat and docked it on the pier. Du Yuanchao stood on the bow of the boat with his whole body clean and holding the penny.His face looked very calm, as if he was just going to the county town with Ai Rong, or he would come back in the evening or tomorrow.

Throughout Yau Ma Tei, everyone who was able to leave the house stepped out, or stood by the river, or stood on the bridge, waiting for the wooden boat to cross the river and go to the distance.They don't seem to be surprised. In their view, Ai Rong is a pigeon, a noble breed of pigeon. It flew a long distance, its wings were injured, and it landed here, but its heart is always where it came from, and it will fly away one day ——even if they have children.People in Yau Ma Tei are somewhat surprised that moxa has not flown away from Yau Ma Tei for so long. Du Yuanchao supported the boat, and the route was very clear on the water.

The early summer of this year will become a permanent memory of Yau Ma Tei people.They watched a landscape disappear in the vast place where the water and the sky meet. "I'm leaving, Yau Ma Tei." A dream.In the eyes of tears, the village is faintly visible, the crowd is also faintly visible, and everything is faintly visible.A landscape is also gradually withdrawing from Ai Rong's vision. Under the big tree at the bend of the river, there were already standing picking celery.Back then, when she was married to Fengqiao, Du Yuanchao also stood under this big tree to watch her off when the boat passed by.

Ai Rong stood up, silently shaking her hand. When the boat was about to disappear, Caiqin took off the apricot-yellow turban from her head and waved it into the distance.The boat finally disappeared without a trace, and the scarf slipped out of Caiqin's hands and fell on the water.She was so sad that she hugged the tree and cried bitterly. ... The boat is sailing to the steamship dock. On the open water, there is only one boat.The sky is clean and the wind is light, and the water waves are gentle.More than a dozen birds flapped their wings and flew low in the sky, their speed was almost not as fast as the boat.

Ai Rong first sat with his back facing Du Yuanchao, facing the wind.The air is extremely humid and pleasant.She wrapped her hands around her knees and put her chin between them.Either they are afraid of the wind, or they squint their eyes because of the stimulation of sunlight and waves. The penny was sliding in Du Yuanchao's hand, and the water drops dripped on the bow of the boat and the water.As the boat moved forward, his heart gradually felt empty. At some point, Ai Rong turned around and sat facing Du Yuanchao.She was like a girl in love, admiring Du Yuanchao's punting movements intoxicated.How many years have passed, Du Yuanchao's figure and shape have not changed much except for a little gray hair.The grass withers in the grass, and the birds grow old in the birds.Time is like the wind, blowing the village and him, but the village seems to be getting old, but he is still the same as before.She was thinking: What kind of man is this? When he was a secretary, he looked like a secretary, even if he smiled at everyone, he was majestic.He can do all kinds of farm work, and as soon as he makes a move, he compares others.He is clean, he is gentle, and he writes well. He doesn't seem to have grown up on this land.He is crazy, he is gentle, he is compassionate, he is cruel, he is like a simple child, yet resourceful and unfathomable... This man has lived with her for so many years, and even now she still feels that he stands far away from her, a little Shadowy.

We are almost at the ship pier, but there is still a lot of time.Du Yuanchao put down the penny, and the wind happened to be favorable, and he let the boat drift away by itself. They looked at each other in silence. "Remember that night when you cut the wheat in the field?" Ai Rong looked at him and nodded. Wheat waves and moonlight, loneliness and tiredness. "You cry while cutting." Ai Rong smiled, her eyes began to moisten. Gentle wind, faint clouds, and night birds flying over the wheat fields. "I took the sickle from your hand, I cut the wheat, and you followed me..."

Ai Rong cried silently, and Du Yuanchao in front of him became a blur, like a clump of reeds in the fog.The moon in the sky is like a sickle, and the sickle on the earth is like the moon. Silver flows from the sky, and gold flows from the earth. Du Yuanchao looked up to the sky and sighed softly, his heart became moist, and his eyes also became moist. Near noon, Ai Rong stepped onto the gangway of the ship.The moment Du Yuanchao let go of the handle of the suitcase and her hand caught it, everything was over. Standing on the shore, Du Yuanchao felt very sad when he watched the thin Ai Rong walk across the diving board.

She stood on the hatchway until the whistle blew and the ship removed the gangway and left the pier. The ship dragged a long black smoke and sailed towards the horizon. Du Yuanchao was halfway back to Yau Ma Tei by boat. The weather changed suddenly, with heavy rain and thunder.The river boiled, and the birds scrambled in the rain, screaming in terror.He dropped the penny and sat in the cabin.He longed from the bottom of his heart for greater wind, greater rain, and greater thunder. The world seemed to return to chaos and darkness. Du Yuanchao wept softly at first, and then wept loudly. Later, he lay in the cabin as if lying in a coffin. After a while, the rain filled the cabin, and his whole body was submerged in the water.The boat, which was about to sink but not sunk, drifted in the wind and rain until late at night when the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the clouds parted and the moon rose, he was still soaked in the water motionless.He saw that the sky was high and elegant, and a quiet crescent moon was walking slowly forward with him...