military marriage

Chapter 4 The Abyss of Exile (2)
Yu Suo unconsciously formed this kind of inner confrontation when her aunt often complained about Hu Aowan unconsciously.It's just that she never dared to say it, for fear of hurting her aunt's heart.She is trying her best to grow up according to her aunt's wishes, and she can settle down everywhere; only those who are sick and dead are not exhausted; girls should stand up, sit down, and stop laughing like the women in Huaowan Smirking, I can't make such a loud chewing sound like Hu Auwan when eating...

As a result, Yusuo became a quiet, shy, industrious and beautiful girl. My aunt often heard other people's boasting about it: "How about it, did I bring you from that wild ghost place? Didn't hurt you? If it wasn't for me, Who knows if you are a human or a ghost now!"

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Yang Jingjing took Yusuo out of that poor mountain village, and the first thing she did when she returned home was to pull Yusuo to the narrow toilet, strip her naked, rub her from head to toe with soap, and tsk tsk. Said aloud, "It's so dirty, so dirty, the soap bubbles have turned black, it's like you haven't taken a bath since you were born, what the hell is that place!" Then he asked Yusuo to stand by the toilet and used it Two basins of warm water rinsed off the lather that had built up on her body.

Finally, Yang Jingjing pulled out a red floral dress with a white background from the bedroom and put it on for Yusuo. She put Yusuo's two original braids together and tied them into a ponytail behind her head.

"This is the man! Look, this is the man! Yu Suo, if you stay in that ghostly place for another two years, you will be ruined and become a savage!"

Yu Suo took advantage of the time when his aunt was walking away, and his eyes fell on the trash can at the corner of the door. How could the clothes he took off in the shower fall into the trash can?That red flower and green trousers is the best capital to show off in front of friends.Yu Suo subconsciously picked it up and held it tightly in her arms.

Holding a pink butterfly headdress in her hand, my aunt came out of the room with a happy face.Seeing Yu Suo's appearance, he immediately sank his face, pulled the old clothes from Yu Suo's arms and threw them into the trash can again, screaming: "I just turned around, why are you picking up things in the trash can?" Auntie grabbed Yu Suo's little hand, put her small palm in her big left palm, and patted her palm with her right hand, "So dirty, so disobedient, so ignorant! Say, you will pick it up again in the future." Don't pick up things in the trash can?"

Yu Suo shook his head, tears of grievance suppressed in the black beads like grape kernels.

In the early morning of May in the mountain village, Hu Chuanlong was barefoot, wearing patched clothes, and was lying on a meadow by the river with a book. Bees were buzzing among the wildflowers. The blue sky and the bright sun kept on It shines brightly.

Yu Suo was sitting on a willow tree that swayed and swayed, with the breeze blowing, and the clear white clouds passed over his head like cotton wool, looking at the luxuriant, knee-length silk grass on the top of the mountain. Grasses form undulating waves against the breeze.

With the clear turbulence of the river, a group of villagers waded back to the village carrying farm tools after work. A group of rough jokes soon drowned out the cries of mountain birds and rhododendrons.

"Oh, take a look, look at how happy these two little devils are! Let's go to rest and enjoy the blessing!" He Jinju not only has sharp eyes, but also has exaggerated shouts and expressions, which are quite contagious and appealing.The villagers came to their vicinity one after another, sitting on the grass and chatting.

Jin Ju looked at Yu Suo and said that this calf was really pretty, just like her mother, and it had an embroidered pillow.

"What is an embroidered pillow?" Yu Suo's black eyes flashed.

"Embroidered pillows are fancy but not useful! Donkey shit is shiny outside!"

Jin Ju's answer elicited bursts of laughter.

"No, my mother is not such a person!" Yu Suo's crisp resistance aroused even worse comments.They said that your mother didn’t know anything, when she first came to our bay, she thought the wheat seedlings all over the floor were leeks, she didn’t even know about the urine bucket, so she dumped her shit in the pickle jar at Sanpa’s house..."

"Did the third father eat it?" Yu Suo was curious.

"Eat, eat your mother's ghost!" Jin Ju took Yusuo off the willow tree, threw it high to catch it, and then threw it again, "Go, go to my house and become your heir brother's wife."

Yusuo is thrashing in Jin Ju's arms, she is not willing to be Chuanjia's wife, she is willing to be Chuanlong's wife.

Chuanlong said that the trees, birds, and worms in the mountains all listen to him. He said that the white floc-like "hair needles" drawn from the silk grass in March are connected one by one, and stick to the dirty trouser legs. Roll it up into a cake, pat it with dirty black hands, and feed it into Yusuo's mouth; he digs open the plant with small yellow flowers in the grass, picks off two peanut-sized lumps on the root and puts it in Yusuo He said in his mouth: "This is called soil ginseng, and it can be eaten." Yu Suo looked at the beautiful bright red strawberries emerging from the green short leaves on the ridge of the field, and reached out to pick them.Chuanlong tilted his body, and stretched out his legs to crush these beautiful fruits: "This is something that the snake shop can't eat." Chuanlong also dug a few leek leaves in the sand with Yusuo, called "Mianpeck". "Plant, pull off the bottom with white bumps the size of a nail shell.Back in the village, pick up two pieces of broken tiles from the dung, wipe them on the trouser legs, then break a small branch from the tree, sit on the stone under the maple tree at the head of the village, and clamp the small branch in the crotch Here, the tiles were used to crush the cotton pecks, and when the mucus-filled cotton pecks stuck to the tiles, they boldly held up the tiles and slapped them back and forth around the branches, and the white silk that was pulled out was endless. The cloth is on the branches, layer by layer, like a spider's web, getting thicker and thicker.In the end, Chuanlong held up the branch and asked the boys to lick the white silk off the branch one by one.

"You look like a general," she said.

"What do you mean, I wanted to be a general when I grow up." He put his hands behind his back, focused on his toes, and raised his nose to the sky.

As Yusuo grows up, as the neighbors in the neighborhood boast about Yusuo, Yang Jingjing has to confess her love in front of Yusuo.Bringing Yusuo out of that impoverished mountain village was a merit she was proud of all her life, otherwise this girl would have been completely ruined!
Yang Jingjing's unconscious nagging gradually formed a barrier in Yusuo's heart that she was eager to get rid of.Together with the good memories of childhood, it was gradually replaced by the roar of machines when I entered the No. 17 Cotton Spinning Factory at the age of [-].In the spinning workshop where the machine is booming, cleaning while touring the machine, the roving is involved, the broken thread is spliced, a row of rovings to a spindle of spun yarn, flowing and lingering like a waterfall, at this time, Yusuo’s childhood memories are just now Exiled by the fiery labor scene.

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The feeling of resistance that existed in childhood is even stronger now.It's not that he dislikes his cousin Yao Dingfa, but that he really has something in his heart.

"...Yusuo, our company undertook the construction of the communication overhead open line this time, and it has developed to the stage of crossing the Teng desert. We got up earlier than the sun, stepped on the edge of the green field, stepped on the dead red willow, and finally came to Teng In this cold and barren desert, all life is dying in this extremely strong and dazzling light..."

The words in Chuanlong's letter flowed in Yusuo's heart. She embraced her own world amidst the roaring noise of the machine.The descriptions in Chuanlong's letter are like rows of roving, but after her jointing and cleaning, they have already been enriched into a story that is entangled like a spindle of spun yarn.

Vastness, terror, danger, and desolation are the true faces of the Teng Desert; hot daytime, extremely cold in the morning and evening, lack of water, and storms are the undisguised nature of the Teng Desert.

Instructor Song Daming commanded every two people to carry a mahogany telephone pole weighing more than 200 kilograms and boiled with asphalt, stepping on the land where suffering and glory burned together. A company of nearly [-] people, in the boundless desert Here, a progressive group was formed.

The sun was scorching like a raging fire, and the asphalt on the redwood gave off a foul stench.The roasted asphalt flowed down Hu Chuanlong's chest and back, sticking to the muscles in his chest. He wiped the sweat off his face, a piece of flesh stuck to the clothes he took off, and the torn pieces of clothes stuck to his body. Only then did I realize that the clothes and muscles had been tightly glued together.

Clothes are cumbersome, and all officers and soldiers simply work naked in the scorching sun.In a company of nearly a hundred people, from head to toe, no one could find a clean spot the size of a fingernail that was not injured or oily, and they all became "Africans."Their muscles were dripped down by hot asphalt time and time again, tearing off piece by piece, new wounds and old scars, bright red blood overflowing the dark body from time to time, everyone grabbed a handful of yellow sand and sprinkled the wounds to stop the bleeding, smiled wryly and continued Put into work, but the smile didn't have time to bloom, and the dry and cracked part of the lips was already splashed with blood like a goddess...

Everyone was thirsty, and their throats were so dry that they almost smoked, but there was only the desolation presented by the boundless hot yellow sand in front of them.

Song Daming's eyes scanned these officers and soldiers who had been battered and battered for a long time. Li Zhonghua, Fu Aiguo, Lu Dayong, Hu Chuanlong... His eyes gradually became moist.A joke and a military song can activate the atmosphere and make the officers and soldiers of the whole company high-spirited.But in such a dry environment, everyone has no strength to shout, let alone singing.

"Let me tell you a story." Song Daming said.

"When monk Yu squatted first entered the monastery, he got up early every day and went out to make alms. He would rot a pair of straw sandals in almost three or two days. The pile of rotten straw sandals in his bedroom gradually covered half of the room..."

Officers and soldiers in twos and threes, though puzzled, walked over in a refreshing manner, squatting beside Song Daming, and he was gradually surrounded into the center of a circle.

"This morning, the sun was so high that Monk Yu squatted on the bed and didn't want to get up. He thought that I had worked so hard and ruined countless pairs of straw sandals for alms. Why not be lazy once in a while?

The abbot of the monastery didn't see Yu Quao going out as early as usual, so he went to knock on the door of Yu Quao's bedroom. During the conversation, he understood Yu Quao's thoughts, and took him out for a walk together.

The host first took Yu squatting on a smooth and flat road for a while, and then said, disciple, are there any footprints on the road we walked?Yu squat looked back, the road they walked on was as clean as ever, without leaving any footprints.

The host then took Yu Kuo to a muddy road at the foot of the mountain. The two walked on the muddy road with difficulty. Yu Kuu was about to complain, but the host said, look back now, are there any footprints left behind us?Yu squat turned around and saw two lines of footprints clearly printed on the road they had just trekked. "

All the officers and soldiers disagreed: "Is this the end? Is this also called a story?"

"'If you can't bear hardships and just walk blindly on the sunny road, you can't leave footprints and can't reflect the value. Only when people trek in the mud can they leave the value of struggle', as soon as the host finished speaking, Yu squatted Set off with an alms bowl..."

(End of this chapter)