military marriage

Chapter 21 The Mysterious Red House (1)
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Yusuo used to find it strange that when introducing the customs of the Northwest on TV, the back of a woman in bright red and green would always be inserted into the rough and thick pale yellow background.Standing in the gray barren wind and dust, now she understands that without the bright colors of women, human eyes can't find a foothold in this desolate place.

Every tiny item and every tiny corner in the cave, under the wiping of Yusuo's hands, gradually all the strangeness turned into the familiar warmth in the bottom of my heart.But the gray atmosphere still made her fluctuate, like the unpredictable clouds in the sky, sometimes sad and sometimes happy.

Color is the most lacking scenery here, and the most needed embellishment.

Yusuo was caught in the bitter cold wave and screaming wind and sand, and rushed to the county seat of Balidi every day with her child in her arms.When she came back, her ten fingers were busy, a small iron bucket of paint was hanging on her ring finger, a paintbrush was hanging on her middle finger, three or two catties of rice was hanging on her index finger, and milk powder was hanging on her little finger...

She stumbled in the wind and sand, trotting all the way, and when she reached the door, her hands drooped, and all the plastic bags containing items on her fingers fell down, forming a small sand dune under her feet.She stood leaning against the door frame, panting heavily, watching the cold wind sweep away the hot wind blowing out of her mouth like mist.Her ten fingers, which were black, swollen and numb due to the weight of the object, gradually recovered.She flicked and moved her fingers, changed the child into another hugging position, took out the key, opened the rusty door, rushed into the courtyard to open the door of the cave, surrounded the folded quilts into a circle, He took off the small cloaks that wrapped the child in layers, put the child in the protection of the circle, and then hurriedly ran outside the courtyard to carry back the items at the door one by one.

Close the courtyard door, stop the wind and sand, it is the world of mother and child.Yusuo mixed the hot and cold water into lukewarm water that was neither too hot nor too cold, mixed it with milk powder and shook it, wrapped it in a towel, leaned over the bed, pulled the child's hands to teach him to hold the bottle, smiled and watched him put the pacifier, Greedy stuffed into his small mouth.

Yu Suo coiled up her long hair, put on a long gown, put on a rubber cover, opened the paint can, and picked it up to paint.Amid the whimpering and bombing of the wind and sand outside the kiln, I began to construct and paint the scenery and colors in my subconscious according to my own will...

It seems that overnight, the residents of the four families in Sikeshu Village suddenly discovered that a young woman came to the village, she was a military wife, she was different, she lived in a bright fairy tale house, and she was born to enjoy life.

The crystal clear white snow, like a thick carpet, rolls from the sky to the untouched ground. The bright red house and the big red courtyard gate, ambiguously in the snow that freezes the world, seem weird and blurred. Leave.

In a dilapidated village, a red house stands quietly and mysteriously. In the unreachable Sikeshu Village, it is really a rare and earth-shattering event.Wang Xiuying, a 90-year-old woman, and Wang Guoqiang, a 30-year-old bachelor, all polished their eyes and wore their decent clothes. They ran to Yusuo's red house in twos and threes, rubbing on the white snow blanket. A few lines of fragmentary footprints.

They looked at Yu Suo's figure from a distance, and they walked back and forth in front of the red house as swiftly as the wind, coming in and out.Unanimously, they stopped timidly and looked into the courtyard.

"This girl is careful, how well she tidied up the house!" Wang Xiuying's slightly trembling hands covered with age spots combed the thin white hair on her head, which was so thin that the bronze-colored scalp was exposed, her cloudy eyes looked at the cold, red and white snow In the ground, weeping.

Yu Suo threw away the work in her hands and came out happily. For three whole months, she hadn't seen any neighbors visiting her. Except for the simple answering process of going to the street to buy things, she basically didn't have the opportunity to speak. , She was not good at expressing her inner language, and now it has degenerated even more. She even worried that if there is no one to talk to, her language expression function will disappear one day.

"Come on, come in for tea!" Yu Suo greeted with a smile at the door.

They turned Mu Leng Leng's heads, stared at Yu Suo, and remained motionless.Yu Suo came over to help the old woman.

"What are you talking about my baby? Stop it, stop it," Li Xiuying hesitated at the moment when she stepped onto the Yusuo cave, probed into the clean and bright layout inside, and pulled the door frame with her hand, "Our filthy mother-in-law , I have been on fire for the past few days, my eyes are foggy, my feet are cold, and my house has been ruined, if you don’t enter, you can’t go in! Just wait at the door and look at it for a while.”

Yu Suo couldn't understand the old woman's words, but felt that their words were as sweet as birdsong.She thought for a while, and understood what the old lady meant. They were afraid of dirtying her room and refused to come in.

Yu Suo thought for a while, then took two bags of bread and distributed them to Wang Xiuying and Wang Guoqiang behind her, wrapped Yuanyuan tightly with a cloak, followed them with the child in his arms, and said, "Then——I'll go to your house? Welcome?"

Wang Xiuying grinned toothlessly.She was about to accompany Yusuo to go out, but when she turned around, she bumped into Wang Guoqiang behind her, and swung her crutches towards his head: "Why is this kid not lively at all? In a hurry, chase out the thief" Grandma’s words are very miserable, and ordinary people can’t bear it.” Wang Guoqiang rolled up his sleeves, unable to chase them away, followed them like tails, and walked around the village.

After only chatting for a while, Yu Suo was surprised to find that she could understand what they said.They introduced that this place used to be a good place with beautiful water and abundant grass. In the year of famine, people here could still have enough to eat, and women from other places were willing to marry here.Later, when the water dried up and the desert turned into a desert, all the 1000 people who lived there moved out, some moved to Inner Mongolia, and those who studied hard and made a fortune moved to big cities, but most of them moved to Caiqi Farm .

The old woman pointed at Wang Guoqiang with her cane: "This monkey boy's daughter-in-law thinks he can't make up his mind, can't clean up the house, lost the baby, left, and won't come back."

Wang Guoqiang kept wiping his nose and weeping with his folded sleeves. He said, "Look at you shivering all day. Ordinary people don't move their mouths, but when they do, they will go to others! You are so trembling that you don't know where to put your feet (too ostentatious)!"

Wang Xiuying stabbed Wang Guoqiang in the back with a cane: "This kid is very thieves, very poor."

"Grandma, why don't you move to the city to enjoy yourself?" Yu Suo asked in surprise.

Wang Xiuying stopped the childish teasing with Wang Guoqiang, wiped away the turbid tears, and silently took Yusuo to a huge crater, pointed to the place where the earth was almost sunk, and said, this place was originally called Shahai Lake, It is full of clear water, which not only provides daily water for more than a dozen villages in the surrounding area, but also makes the slopes and ridges full of green trees and green grass. But then the Shahai Lake dried up, and the place gradually turned into a desert and became barren. I can't keep people...

The dazzling brilliance of the setting sun added a touch of soft pale pink to the snow.Yu Suo felt like a natural observer, a channel in her heart was quietly opening, flowing to this desert, to this weak crowd.She wondered with emotion, is the persistence and tears of the 90-year-old man related to Wang Guoqiang and Zhao Yusuo?The reason why they live here is just for love?

She thought that as long as there are people, there will be love surrounded by houses, stories that flow with the water, and history that has settled in the wind and sand.Will the dry Shahai Lake be full of water one day, so that the edge of the deserted land, which is so desolate that no human traces can be left, will gather enough energy to rejuvenate a piece of green life?
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The red house, which echoes the light blue and white of the whole world, is really eye-catching, mysterious and magical on a snowy night.

The second group of guests who came to the red house turned out to be a Japanese who was exploring the desert, and an artist from City A.The Japanese are strong and short, and they always have a lively, tireless, funny and optimistic look, while the artists initially have a tired face full of vicissitudes, and feelings of cynicism and compassion. The only thing they have in common is that they all have A lone knight in the cold, a Japanese with a sleeping bag and a tent, and an artist with a camera.

The red house finally attracted the attention of the troops, and they were the third wave.This surprised Yusuo somewhat. Her original intention was to light the way for the man to go home—and it was only a preliminary completion. The time for the man to go home was still two years away!Now the guests from afar came and went, and the nearby villagers came and sat down, and there were a few figures in green military uniforms, stepping on the thick snow, "creaking and creaking" coming.

At that time, Yu Suo was holding a child wrapped in a cloak, stepping on the snow, and walking to see off two distant guests—an artist and an explorer.In the days of being with the wind and sand and having too little joy, she always misses those who can bring her a little bit of joy.

The footsteps of seeing off, and the green figure who came here, met in the pale pink snow under the sun, and Yu Suo was startled. She turned her back and covered her head and face with a cotton coat, and pretended to bend over to tie her bootlaces, avoiding handing over While looking at them, I could tell that Hu Chuanlong was among them according to their exclamation and cheers. The officers and soldiers of their team took turns to patrol the nearby desert every week.Hu Chuanlong's footsteps and breath, among thousands of people, she can accurately judge.

"Seeing off a guest for thousands of miles, there will be a farewell!" The artist waved his hand, as long as there is fate, we will meet again. He pointed to the long hair flowing behind his head, "This is my symbol, and also the symbol of the city I live in. If you pass by my city after visiting relatives, just ask Brother Amao, and you will be able to find me smoothly!" ..."

"My name is Ichiro Sato, and this is my business card!" The explorer took out a business card from his travel bag and handed it over respectfully.

"Business card? I have it too, I have it too..." The artist groped for a while, and searched in the luggage bag for a while, scratching his head anxiously but still couldn't find the business card.

"No need to look for it, I remember your name—Brother Amao! Everyone in the streets and alleys knows you from three-year-old children to eighty-year-olds! Your long hair is your business card!" Yu Suo handed it to the other party a ladder.

But the artist was not reconciled, put the luggage bag on the ground, opened it to find a beautiful business card, looked at the Japanese with relief, and handed it to Yusuo.

Yu Suo looked at the business cards in her hand. These were the two business cards with the fragrance of ink that she had received in this special environment in her life. She was intimidated by the titles and contact numbers on them. Those contact information and achievements were far away. Let her only look up.

After Yusuo saw off the guests, he was wandering around the red house, and Hu Chuanlong had already led the soldiers back. They all blushed like drunk red shrimps.They jumped over the obstacles like a leap from Yu Suo, and disappeared faster than the wind and sand.

They stayed in the red house for the shortest time, but Yusuo had the most stories in his heart.

Yusuo's thousands of words surged into two lines of tears in the vast desert snow sea.

The distant figures of the artist and the Japanese explorer appeared on the high mountain ridge in the long emptiness, and their solemn promise came: "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, I wish your dreams come true! May your 720 green trees Tree, to accompany you in the desert to write your legendary story... We will come again to see you, your tree, your husband and children!"

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"I'm sorry for your love these years!" The mahogany comb in nurse Xiaochun's hand, gently slid over Yuzuo's black hair, pinched it in the palm of her plastic glove, and put the flower clip on the back of her head.Then pick up the hair that fell on the ground and tie it into a knot.

Xiaochun's affection for Yusuo surpassed that of ordinary medical staff. He was indeed moved by Yusuo's story and attracted by the simplicity of a group of military men. In addition, Hu Chuanjia basically came to the ward to stand for a while every evening. Xiaohui, a staff member of the company, specially sent some supplements and planning materials, and even sent Yusuo a laptop instead of a cardboard keyboard, so that Yusuo's typing skills were just like the stories she told. Advance by leaps and bounds like a waterfall, becoming Xiaochun's daily luxury.

(End of this chapter)