Novel window with scenery

Li Yuanrong sat at the old square table by the window and looked at the opposite window.

The window is opposite his window, separated by a half-meter-wide aisle. I haven't seen it open since he moved here. Behind the two wooden lattice windows, there are white and yellow flower curtains that are half new and not old, without any folds, like a picture full of yellow flowers, embedded in the windows.

Behind the closed window, the girl's whistle came from time to time, sometimes a groan came in the middle of the night, and sometimes a low cry came, keeping her voice down for fear of being heard.

When Li Yuanrong was lying in bed and couldn't sleep, she leaned down and raised her head slightly for her ears to hear. This time, Hua Yuru will kick Li Yuanrong with his feet and scold in a low voice:

"Old not serious! Want to make an old mistake? "

Li Yuanrong often lies flat and closes his eyes quickly, but his mind keeps speculating about the scene outside the window.

On the 11th day after Li Yuanrong and his wife Hua Yuru moved into No.3 courtyard of Xiguabang Hutong, Li Yuanrong sat in front of the window for about twenty minutes. The opposite curtain moved slightly, like ripples on a calm lake, like a strong wind blowing from a yellow flower field. The curtains were drawn and the windows were opened. A bald head slowly rises from below-below the bald head is a girl's white and clean face. She put her hands on the bar in front of the window and looked around. She saw Li Yuanrong staring at the old man with ruddy face and special eyes on the opposite window.

"Are you new here?" The little girl asked.

"Yes, how do you know? Li Yuanrong asked kindly.

"I heard from my father that an old couple moved in next door. They are engaged in art. I don't know what art is. "

The little girl stared at Li Yuanrong curiously.

Li Yuanrong said with a smile: "To engage in art is to do artistic work."

The little girl blinked thoughtfully and mumbled something.

Li Yuanrong asked again, "Why don't you leave home and go to school? Let's meet as neighbors. My name is Li Yuanrong. What's your name? "

"My name is Lin Xiaowen. As for why I don't go to school, you will know later. "

Li Yuanrong thought, this girl can use the word "as for", which is really clever. She further asked: "Come out to play, aren't you lonely at home alone?" ? Isn't this what a child like you should look like? "

"I can't go out, also can't stand for a long time, can't, only in this way. I can't talk to you anymore. I have to lie down for a while. "

With that, the little girl disappeared behind the window and the curtains were closed again.

Hua Yuru came in with a basin of water from the outside and said, "Be careful, don't forget your mistake. Why do you still want to eat in prison? "

Li Yuanrong grumpily said, "be careful? I have been wronged, and you know it! "

Hua Yuru wiped the table and said, "It is because of injustice that people are blocked. You should be more careful in the future, my master elder brother-"

Hua Yuru made a series, trying to tease Li Yuanrong, but Li Yuanrong reluctantly gave a wry smile.

The next day, Li Yuanrong was still sitting at his desk, staring blankly out of the window. He remembered the window of the prison room. During that time, he stared blankly at the high window every day. The scenery outside the window is beautiful. In his eyes, even in the dark, wind and rain are the rhythm of life, accelerating the beating of time. Even if there is no sunshine sometimes, there is nothing to be depressed about. After all, there is only one life and it is a process. Waiting for someone, waiting for the car, waiting for the morning, waiting for the opportunity.

Knock, knock, knock.

Hua Yuru opened the door and Lin Xiaowen came in.

To be exact, she crawled in; Two thin arms leaned against the threshold half a foot high, barely supporting the body. She climbed the threshold. Li Yuanrong and Hua Yuru stared in surprise and saw a bump on the girl's back, like a naughty rabbit crawling on her back. As Xiaowen's body wandered around, she never left her. Xiaowen is doing the climbing action seriously. It looks so hard. But she is very satisfied with her success; Two calves came in tandem. Like a white swan, she stood at the door with a happy smile on her face, and a large piece of sunshine firmly followed her into the room. The dark room lit up at once just now.

Lin Xiaowen glanced around the room curiously and said, "It's almost what I imagined! You have a clock here, and so does my family. Don't look at this sitting clock, it just sits, it can walk accurately; It talks to me every day. It is the same as me, but its heart is beating, but its legs and feet can't move a step. But don't worry, I'll be fine. "

Hua Yuru peeled a small apple for her and handed it to her, saying, "Girl, eat!" " "

Lin Xiaowen bowed politely and said, "Thank you, really don't worry about me, I can still fold a small plane!" " "

Hua Yuru took Xiaowen's hand and said, "Son, what are you ..."

Lin Xiaowen said, "Do you know why I don't go to school and stay at home?"

Li Yuanrong quickly said: "Nothing, nothing, knowing makes you feel even more distressed."

Xiaowen smiled, her voice was crisp and echoed in the room like a small bell, which activated the decoration of the room; Sitting on the clock, laughing, mosquito nets dancing in the air, newspapers, rice paper and writing brushes dancing happily on the table of the Eight Immortals. ...

Lin Xiaowen laughed and said solemnly, "I used to have two humps on my back. The doctor said that my spine is bent and I can't wait to lie on my back and grow straight. " Teacher Guan said that I was born with calcium deficiency and asked me to drink bone soup. When I was lying down, I drank it and lay down. This makes me lie flat. They don't want to go, so I said, you can't bear to part with me, I know, but I can't go without you. I can only lie down and read books and look at the scenery outside the window. Thousands of books is not as good as Wan Li Road. Director Ma also said so. She may come in these two days. She said she would send me a new picture book no matter how busy she was! I won't tell you, but the clock will tell me locally that I should go back and lie down. "

Li Yuanrong hurriedly asked, "Xiaowen, are you still coming?"

Lin Xiaowen cocked his head and thought for a moment and said, "Probably." As he spoke, he gently put the apple core into the small trash can by the door.

She looked at Li Yuanrong and Hua Yuru, put her little hand to her mouth and whispered mysteriously, "I'll bring you a new friend next time."

In the two or three days after Xiaowen came, Li Yuanrong and Hua Yuru felt that their lives had changed. They all felt chills in their backs and swished pain, as if Xiaowen's illness had been passed on to them, but they didn't complain and didn't mention Xiaowen again.

Li Yuanrong found an ebony in his collection and began to carve the old birthday star; Hua Yuru folded the green, red and yellow paper planes and swallows and hung them on the ropes in the house. Swallows are flying, planes are flying, swaying, and the mood has become colorful, as if opening a window.

A few days ago, Li Yuanrong was still considering whether to teach in a troupe and teach some students, and what the salary was. Now, in his view, this is nothing. He also took the initiative to find Colonel Wang, saying that he should go to work as soon as possible while he was still active and do more for the arts.

Colonel Wang was surprised by Mr. Li's 180-degree turn, and his ideological consciousness suddenly improved.

Colonel Wang knows that artists love art more than themselves, and they are afraid of being basked in the sun and won't let you play or teach. He deliberately stretched Li Yuanrong to see who was more patient, and he could take the initiative in bargaining. He may never know that Li Yuanrong has felt the rapid passage of life and time from Xiao Wen, and human spiritual wealth is far superior to everything.

On the fourth morning, Li Yuanrong was still sitting at the square table, carving the birthday girl, looking at Xiaowen's window from time to time-

"Director Ma is here!"

"Oh, your yard smells of sandalwood, ..."

Ma Dafang, carrying a black leather bag, walked into No.3 Hospital, smelled sandalwood and spoke loudly.

Ma Dafang is tall and in his fifties. Look at her face. She was a beauty when she was young.

Mannia, who lives in Westinghouse, stopped her and whispered, "Director Ma has a sharp nose. The old couple who just moved to the north house don't go out much, and they don't know what to do in the house. Let the fragrance of the yard be full! "

Ma Dafang said: "People are Peking Opera artists. They are from Beijing and naturally have good things. Neighbors in the street take care of them. I'll go and see them. "

Miss Zhao, who lives in the southwest room, staggered out and asked:

"Horse, I small four things to work, want to ask? I know you are very busy. Xiao Si is blind in one eye, because people can't arrange work, let alone him. I'm embarrassed to go home to find you. Xiao Si also dare not let him find you, but he still dare not ... "

Ma Dafang smiled and said, "Miss Zhao, you're welcome. I always remember Xiao Si. Today, I just want to tell you that Xiao Si has been interrogated from the district and arranged for Xiao Si to work in the city dairy factory. If you don't mind, let Xiao Si see it tomorrow. He likes it and is not afraid of hardship. Just do it. "

Teacher Zhao frowned in surprise and said, "Yes, yes, he is a disabled person ..."

Ma Dafang stopped laughing and said a little seriously, "Teacher Zhao, don't talk about disability. Disabled people are human beings, so it's hard for Xiao Si to hear. Aren't you trying to dissuade him? " What's more, disabled people are also our residents and your sons, and they also have the right to take part in and choose their jobs. no need to say any more Ok, I'll go to Beizhai to meet the artist first, and then I'll meet Xiaowen. I'll bring her picture book-"

Ma Dafang waved goodbye to Miss Zhao and strode to the North Room.

Mannia pointed at Miss Zhao behind her, which also meant blaming him for his bad speech and admiring Ma Dafang. Teacher Zhao is ashamed and admires Ma's sincerity in treating others generously.

Ma Dafang is talking to Miss Zhao in the yard. Li Yuanrong and Hua Yuru listened carefully in the north room. They were a little excited when they heard that they were looking at themselves. After all, this is a strange environment. Having such street directors is really like a guest visiting them.

Hua Yuru has opened the door, Li Yuanrong stood in front, and Hua Yuru stood behind, smiling and waiting for Ma Dafang to enter the room. Ma Dafang said while walking; "Artists are tasters. After you live here, the No.3 Courtyard smells of sandalwood, and the North House is artistic ... "She has always been a chatterbox and has her own rhythm.

Li Yuanrong and Hua Yuru have seen the world and read countless people, but for Ma Likang, who works in the most basic street, zero-distance contact is the first time-

Ma Dafang walked into the north room and marveled at the antique performance stills that Li Yuanrong and Hua Yuru hung on the wall.

Hua Yuru has cleaned the seat several times. Director Ma, please sit down. Ma Dafang sat in a chair, took out a small cattail leaf fan from his black leather bag, fanned it a few times and put the black leather bag under his feet.

When she saw Li Yuanrong standing at the door, she called him to sit down and have a better attitude. Li Yuanrong sat on the other side of the chair, stiff posture. Hua Yuru brought freshly brewed jasmine tea and invited Ma Dafang to drink it.

Ma Dafang picked up the bowl and smelled the tea.

"It smells good! I haven't smelled such fragrant jasmine tea for many years-when I came to this city as a child bride as a teenager, I often brewed this jasmine tea for my old ladies ... Hey, this is far from the point. Tell me about your situation; The district leaders asked us to let the streets take good care of you. There are many people and few houses in our street, so we can only vacate these three houses and let the street construction team paint them simply. You live with grievances first, and we will adjust them later when there is an opportunity.

Li Yuanrong quickly said: "Nothing, nothing, trouble to the street!"

Hua Yuru also said: "Yes, yes, it's all fate, and the neighbors are also very good. They help everything, if they are short of anything ... "

Ma Dafang said: "The people in Xiguaibang Hutong are kind ordinary residents, but they are predestined friends with art. You see, the Peking Opera Troupe is in the south, the popular theater is in the north, the Wuyi Cinema is in the west, and the No.7 Courtyard is a Peking Opera family. There are also related gentlemen, namely Zhuge Liang and Dr. Lu, an ancestral Chinese medicine practitioner. One of you is a master of Peking Opera, and the other is May Bai Da Qing Yi. There you are.

Being amused by Ma Dafang, Hua Yuru quickly let the horse drink water.

Li Yuanrong said: "Director Ma was praised. That was a thing of the past. Now we are your residents. Director Ma knows a lot about drama? "

Ma Dafang took a sip of tea and said, "I don't know anything about drama. I just watch and listen, and I can't mention it in front of your experts! " "She looked up at the plane hanging on the rope and asked," So many paper planes, paper swallows are really beautiful. They are used for performances! " "

Hua Yuru was about to explain that it was for Xiaowen. Ma Dafang has already spoken, and Hua Yuru can't interrupt her any more.

Ma Dafang added: "Opera should be modern and always ancient, okay, but sometimes it's boring to eat delicious food, don't you think?" Now listening to the book Wang Ruofei in Prison on the radio every day makes me want to cry, but after crying, it becomes strength. I love our party, our new China and our common people even more. I am tired and tired all day, but I feel comfortable and romantic-people who turn sticks in the west have such strong energy to do socialism. What exactly is this energy? Just say that Mr. Zhao from your college was expelled from the school in the late 1950s, but he didn't complain. For decades, he volunteered to teach literacy in the streets and made a living by collecting junk. Dr. Lu has been obliged to see a doctor for decades, and he never charges in every storm. Xiaowen of the Lao Lin family next door knows a lot. Although she lies down every day, she is ambitious. There are many such stories. Our material life is not rich, but our mental state is good, and opera reflects our life. Should we do it? Look at me, say this in front of two artists, yes, yes, oh, teach fish to swim, forget it, I'll go and see Xiaowen-"

Ma Dafang stood up and strode smartly to the northeast room.

Li Yuanrong heaved a sigh of relief, and Hua Yuru laughed at him and said, "It seems that you are more tired than singing Pulley."

Li Yuanrong sat back in the chair, took a sip of tea and said, "Director Ma is a character. She feels like a fire in her heart, and she has a true temperament ... "

The yard is full of excitement. First Mannia and her mother quarreled for some reason, and then they heard something-

Mannia pleaded, "Mannia, stop it. The fourth child is still a child. What can he do? He will go to work in the dairy tomorrow. Why not show him his face? "

Mannia shouted gruffly, "I gave them face. Did he give me face? He's playing-

Mannia shouted anxiously, "Mannia, don't say those two words. You only need to say those two words, and the fate of our family and Lao Zhao's family for decades will be destroyed in those two words! "

Mannia chewed for a long time, but couldn't find a more suitable word to relieve her anger. She shouted, "Lao Zhao's fourth brother, come out ..."

Miss Zhao and Xiao Si are both in the house, listening to Mannia yelling in the yard. Miss Zhao pointed angrily at Xiao Si and asked him what had happened to Mannia. Xiao Si touched his head and said nothing.

Mannia's voice was high and her forehead was full of gas. The shouts were feminine, and the doors and windows of the No.3 Hospital were gurgling and trembling. Even the chicks on the old pagoda tree flapped their short wings in fear and asked their mother twitteringly, "Sister Mannia, who is usually as quiet as Xue Baochai, is she like Sun Erniang today? What's the trouble? "

Mother bird didn't let the children make any noise. She held her breath and climbed down the window of the nest to look down-more and more people gathered and came out of the nest; Hua Yuru, Ma Dafang, Thin Lao Wang, Pang San, and Guo Vernacular, all birds know that they are having sex.

Mannia said angrily, "Director Ma happens to be here, so just give me a comment. I slept in the house after the night shift. When I turned over and saw Xiao Si, he climbed up my window and looked in. What is this? "

No matter how angry Mannia was, she restrained herself, and finally didn't say those two words.

Ma Dafang shook his cattail leaf fan angrily and rushed to the southwest to call Xiao Si.

Li Yuanrong and Hua Yuru stood watching, and they were also very worried. After meeting Xiao Si several times, they felt that Xiao Si was a little weak and could do such a thing. He holds the staff for Xiao Si, but the key thing is not clear, and he vaguely remembers that he has encountered such embarrassing things.

Mannia kept shouting, but she seized the opportunity to show that she didn't mean to offend.

Xiao Si was driven away by his father. He really looks like a child who has done something wrong. He stood timidly at the door, lowered his head, glanced at everyone with good eyes and said, "I didn't peek at Mannia sleeping. I went to dig eggs in the house and walked through Mannia's window ... "

The bird in the tree heard Xiao Si say this and called Xiao Si too bad.

Mannia asked, "You didn't read it. How can I see you? "

Xiao Si faltered and said unconvinced, "Sister Mannia, I mean no harm-you are beautiful, a few years older than me, and we grew up together, but I have always regarded you as my sister. Don't take me as your brother just because you think badly of people, just to keep an eye on you, so you won't be angry! " Say that finish, small four Han Han smiled.

Mannia listened to Xiao Si's sincerity, her stomach was like a punctured tire, and she lay slowly.

"Then why did you climb in through the window?" Mannia wanted to get further information from Xiao Si.

Xiao Si looked at everyone, then at Ma Dafang, and said, "I, I, to be honest, think the towel quilt covered by Mannia's sister is very beautiful! I have never covered a new quilt, let alone a towel quilt. I think Sister Mannia is really lucky. Why does she have a towel quilt and I don't have a quilt? I looked at the towel quilt and thought, when will my father and I be able to cover it, how soft it will be! That's what I thought at the time. I promised Chairman Mao! "

Mannia listened to Xiao Si and assured Chairman Mao that Xiao Si was telling the truth.

Mannia knows that the whole Xiguaibang Hutong, not to mention towels and quilts, is not available in every family. Most of them were covered by several children. The towel quilt she covered was bought from Tianjin by a customer with the money saved by her mother's eating Jane.

Ma Dafang knows why Mannia bought a towel quilt for Mannia, and so does Mannia. Mannia is an orphan, and her children are miserable-I don't know who her biological parents are, but Mannia adopted her, feeling that besides giving her family warmth, she also tried her best to give her a better material life.

Ma Dafang and Mannia looked at each other with warmth in their eyes.

Mannia's eyes are hot, too. She took a few steps to hug Xiao Si, who jumped into Mannia's arms and cried.

Ma Dafang wiped her eyes and said, "Every household should lay towels in the future. You trust the party, trust me, Ma Dafang. Don't say it again, let alone spread it to other hospitals. Small four, go to work tomorrow, buy a towel quilt when you get paid, but let your father cover it first! "

Small four sipped his mouth and nodded hard. Everyone separated with sighs.

Hua Yuru touched her tears and pulled Li Yuanrong back to the North House. Only a dozen paces, and they seem to have walked for a long time.

The birds twittered and laughed, and soon they flapped their wings and rolled back to their nests.

Li Yuanrong sat behind the square table again, staring at the window. His mind is full of mixed feelings-

Xiaowen is fighting the disease at the window; What kind of new friends will she bring next time?

Xiaosi told the truth, the truth is the truth, and the truth can touch people's hearts;

I wonder why a martial arts singer became a criminal.

What's worse than Xiaowen, Xiao Si?

Maybe I just didn't meet such a good party member and a good cadre as Ma Dafang?