Prose story

By the time my pen was written here, Bijie had entered the second-volt weather. I chose the hero of the story here, and my grandfather is one of them. Then, then, my grandfather took a few mouthfuls of mountain smoke and sat on the Toona sinensis bench without talking. After a while, there was a sudden storm and it began to rain.

I looked down and saw a rice fly flying around on the back of my hand, and then suddenly, uh-huh, turned twice and suddenly jumped on the sticky flying board next to me.

Grandpa smiled, nodded and put down the cigarette rod.

"Yao, people's heart is not big, where good to good to worry about their personal problems. You should take the lead, man. When you become an official, you want to be an official. When you become an official, you want to be an emperor. When you become emperor, you want to live forever. "

I didn't speak.

When I turned on my mobile phone, the long wound on my forehead was illuminated by the screen. Although it gradually subsided, there were still bruises after three days.

In fact, I have read this sentence in Bai Yang's book. The anguish of unemployment is hidden in my heart. I don't think father should drink and hit people. He kicked me out when he knew I had no place to live; Punching people in the face is second, but you should never start.

I didn't say a word.

Sure enough, the weather in autumn becomes really fast. After the rain, the air is no longer sultry, but the steps outside the door are still steaming, and the sun shines like a sword from the dusty building overhead on the quaint cabinets. I know this is a good transition, otherwise I have no intention to write the following story. Actually, I don't know my actual situation. I will follow the old man's inculcation. No matter how unwilling you are, you should be an ascetic silently. I hit my son. This is a sign of love. One is willing to fight another, because I later fled to my grandmother's house, just because I firmly believe that my father has turned over a new leaf. Maybe he was drunk when he gave birth twenty years ago. His tutor is Lao Zi at home, Zhuangzi in front of everyone, and his grandson in another company. And if you drink too much, you will not be crazy or evil in the future, and you will also preach that tutoring is a stick dutiful son. The impact of this painful understanding is that I must be financially independent and spiritually independent. After hitting my left face, I'm sorry, I'll give you my right face.

You are you and I am me. Although I don't have grandparents, grandpa said "tiger poison doesn't eat children" is right. People haven't changed since then, and I think my heart has changed after all.

My silence reminds me that when I was listening to a "writing" class in college two years ago, the teacher picked out my homework from many students' homework and publicly praised me with satisfaction that "talent is willful" This kind of praise will inspire and spur me in the creative process, and I will never use it up. Professor Zhang Haitao is such a natural and graceful young female teacher. At the back of my composition, these six words deeply influenced me, but that's the truth. After "talented and willful", the red pen also wrote, "But the scarecrow has no heart."

On the eve of graduation, at my former alma mater, Tianjin University of Science and Technology, my pain began to show some signs. I wrote in my graduation thesis that I couldn't help but "can't and won't, who can play better than me". I wonder if it is a kind of dissatisfaction to be talented and happy sometimes? If not, why did I hear the words "The rain on the road is like snowflakes/Are you frozen/I have put this trench coat on your knee/I am not even afraid to change my job/I am always worried" when listening to the foot of Mount Fuji? If I had known that life would be so bleak after graduation, I wouldn't have listened so carefully to Eason's Drinking and Pecking People.

Last winter, I met my lifelong mentor. At that time, Professor He's deep love for me made me have a subtle awe of academics in private. This kind of atmosphere, but let me see my own shortcomings in an employment internship. Screenwriting is not a simple job. To write a 50-episode script, I think even if five people collect interviews and write 10 episodes on average, it will take a lot of energy. Finally, I realized the hard work of the screenwriter, and it was not easy for the screenwriter. Compared with the fun of practicing as a substitute in my hometown's high school, I understand that in order to succeed, besides Bole's kindness, I have to have concentration and the ability to adapt to the new environment. I failed because I was buried by society. Murphy CSI, this life must be useless.

At the graduation party of Chinese International Education on 23rd last month, we were reluctant to part, but we didn't propose a toast to the teacher. How is it possible if we are not ashamed? I remember when I was working in an office building in Nankai High-tech Zone, He Laoshi asked me to go to the "Tianjin Grand Theatre" to see a movie. After the movie, He Laoshi and I took a taxi back to school. He touched me in two ways: first, we were embarrassed to pay for the car. He Laoshi said, you can just come back to see the teacher and invite me to dinner later; Second, he took me over the school wall. I said the teacher is so bold. He helped me jump out of the car and patted me on the dust. He said a lot of encouraging words along the way.

Bijie people are notoriously thin-skinned, but in the matter of reciprocity and reciprocated, Bijie people are mostly vague, why the human touch here is so heavy. Festivals are unavoidable for Bijie people. It would be really funny if there were a few days off on national holidays. We eat zongzi in Mid-Autumn Festival and jiaozi in Spring Festival, and the local regional culture develops accordingly. Secondly, Zhang San's wedding ceremony, Li Si's housewarming banquet, and Wang Er's son were admitted to the university to compete for the first prize, which formed a unique humanistic relationship. This mountain city is really "relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to eat water", one side of the soil and water to support one side; It's a pity that my hometown people can't keep the positive image of their hometown all the time, and there are always people who smear it at will, just like Bi Gan's movie "Roadside Picnic" accused Guizhou people of leaving the door unlocked when they went to the toilet. This is finding fault with the egg, but there is no bone in the egg. Because of his thin face, when he hits his face, he is really inside and outside, not a person.

I am glad that other people's books can be picked at will, so I picked up this sentence from my grandfather's mouth, "Man, when you become an official, you want to be an official, you want to be an emperor, and when you become an emperor, you want to live forever." With the dripping water from the eaves outside the window, many words have been insincere. As my father said, if you hadn't gone to college four years ago, I wouldn't have done so. The best way to fight back against a person is to use what he said to you. He deeply believed that "every man for himself, the devil takes the hindmost." That's how I saw him drinking every day, then pretending to be a tiger and eating pigs, and criticizing his mother. I have also thought that it is really difficult for a family to stand on its own feet, but he is an arbitrary person. If he takes care of one, he can't care about the other, and he can't help but feel sad when he thinks about it.

After graduating from college, I got a diploma and a degree certificate. When my hukou moved to a small town, I was no longer a collective hukou. At that moment, I realized that this was a recognition of my self-improvement and independence. In this feeling of infinite pride, I created a short story overnight. The content of the story is a positive allusion to the police station government, and it is also full of magical realism of stream of consciousness. In desperation, I dialed the telephone of the police station. A little brother answered the phone. He said, "He's a crazy drunk. Do you like him? " He said, "It is only natural for me to hit my son." He said: "I can't make it clear on the phone. I have a chance to go to the police station and tell you why. " I cried my eyes out, called my grandmother, confided in her, and then ran to them to take refuge. Talk like water.

The sound of rain falling on the ground is very punctual and rhythmic, and I seem to have found the rhythm. I ate the cooked corn cob and thought, "Fu Gui, why are you so hard?" Grandpa said, "well, just skim the tender corn and cook it." You all grew up and went to school here when you were children. You should live in peace and make yourself at home. "

If I am not disappointed, failed or lovelorn, if I have not graduated, I will not lose my job or lose sleep.

Because I've never been beaten since I was a child. I didn't get into trouble at school. I just ate a few more bites of his rice. When I was a child, my brother and I had problems. His corporal punishment was two people kneeling on the bench. After two hours, only a layer of red paint was left on their knees. I won't say he is wrong, but I am twenty-four years old this year. He shouldn't have slapped me.

"What's the use of reading so many books?"

"You care about me."

"Do you think I can manage you?"

"You try."

"If you write again, I will smash your computer."

"You try." I put down the computer.

"pa!" He slapped me.

The picture of this scene came to my mind many years ago. I want to ask, if you have a full say, but you are unreasonable, can you convince me or Cao that you are still my father? But can you hit someone in the face? Is it a gentleman to be a gentleman and a villain? Can you control this family? It's only natural that you should be an old man this time, but will there be another time? I just want to suggest that you are my father. My mother and my sister came to hug me and dragged me around, and the books were scattered all over the floor. I didn't move, but I felt my sister's nails deeply immersed in my skin. My mother hugged me and I didn't move. My dad slapped me again, and there were claw marks on his face. I almost got disfigured.

Looking at the blood on my face, neck and arms, I think this home is the home of their previous generation. Since his father is an orphan and no one has educated him, he should not do to others what he wants others to do to him. Uncle said that no matter how wronged young people are, they can't cry easily. "Men have gold under their knees." "Men don't flick when they have tears." He didn't say much either. He watched the midnight news on TV and breathed a sigh of relief.

Now the plums in the country have matured a lot. Mother came to comfort me and handed me a dustpan of plums. After putting it on the table, quietly exit and close the door. I just want to sleep. I lay on the edge of the bed, thinking of noon, and stopped a motorcycle and ran home after the rain cleared. My grandmother called me from the other side of the stream, "Fu Gui, come back. My grandmother wants to talk to you. Come back."

I replied, "Mother-in-law, please go home quickly. I will come to see you again next year and take you to my house to play. "

At that time, several old people came to my house one after another, and I was reading a book by the side, which was not polite. Once, an old man in his fifties came to my house and told me an interesting experience full of local flavor. He said that once there was a father and daughter in the community. The old man was in his early fifties and the girl had just graduated from college. Those two men wanted to ask for a cup of tea when they passed by my house. As a result, the girl was very shy, so she stopped the old man and gave him a scoop of water from the water tank in front of my house. My father giggled at once. After many days, I often recall the sweetness of my water. The girl is diligent and filial. She has several acres of tea at home. When she was a child, everyone commented that she was very cute and cute. When she grows up, she has a good voice. Every time I go home during the summer vacation, my father treats her like a treasure.

I suddenly smiled and remembered the girl's kindness. Unfortunately, at that time, I was frantically submitting my resume to find a job, and I really met that "unlucky". Otherwise, why did I sink into the sea? She works as a teacher in a high school in Qingzhen, and now her life is beginning to settle down, and her father is relieved.

The rest of the old people began to tell me about relatives and friends, and finally mentioned this girl roughly.

It was very sunny that day, and there was a breeze blowing in the street. Just a little lonely. I walked out of the vegetable market alone, just because I was alone, and I was thinking about what to eat today.

Two carrots, a kilo of green peppers, a kilo of potatoes and five dollars of peanuts.

On the street that day, several children were chasing each other. I didn't notice when two children ran past me chasing the bike in front.

There was a loud sound of reading from the school not far away, and I was suddenly moved.

I stopped to listen to the teacher's cadence voice floating in the air.

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Then I called Xiaoyan and asked her to come to my house for dinner in the evening. Later, Xiaohai also came. I told them that recently, many companies checked my delivery resume online, and some ignored me directly, but one of my sisters called me at night. Xiaohai said that it is good to have a company looking for you. Whether you depend on it or not, you should try it. Xiaoyan saw his one eye, paused and said, you said so, you must have plans. It's very kind of me to say so, but I really don't rely on Pu. It is a film and television company in Xicheng District, Beijing. It seems to be called "Beijing Hongmao International Film and Television", and it is recruiting costume actors. I don't care if it's really an epic as my sister said, but I believe Beijingers are born with trust, even though the world sometimes jokes with me.

Xiaoyan said that fried carrots seem quite crisp. I put a piece in and nodded and said yes. Xiaohai looked at her sister as if she had something on her mind. His face is quite red, but it's much better with a few pimples. This sense of substitution is like a massage novel, which makes people feel that mature men will blush. Xiaoyan smiled. After listening to me, help me calculate this interesting deal: "Brother, 3500 yuan a month, you can be a troupe actor, director assistant, costume assistant, makeup artist assistant and photography assistant. Your little teacher asked you to go to Beijing, the fare can be reimbursed, and 800 yuan's bonus is given every month. After a month, you will become a full-time employee, including food and shelter. After that, it will cost 6,000 to 8,000 yuan,,,,, "Xiao Hai said." Imagine that you can only show your face for a second, and then you will be slapped to death. The picture is too beautiful to look at. " I think doing nothing is also an experience, but if it is not drifting, I will treat him as drifting north.

My mother hates my friends. As long as the voice is louder at home, she will call my grandmother's house with a domestic cottage machine. After a few pleasantries, she began to talk about a new height. It's a "live broadcast" of my home. How much did I spend today? I cooked several bowls of rice. I will immediately tell my uncle and grandmother who cooked the meal and how many people ate it. After venting, kindly come in and take a look at everyone, step down, close the door, and leave a sentence to eat and drink well.

Xiaoyan tried to ask my heart after answering the phone. In her intuition, I should have hidden a lot of worries after graduation, but she didn't think I was unhappy or happy. She opened the refrigerator and handed Xiaohai and me a bottle of "Yinlu" peanut milk. Xiaohai said that he had just drunk soda and had a rest first. Xiaohai may have been thinking at the time. If I were a teacher or a doctor, I would live and work easily. I said I respect

I am a teacher, but I won't be a teacher. I am content to go to college. If I were a doctor, who would treat my illness? Xiaohai is funny, ah, it's half price to go to a big hospital. How nice! I said who told you, Xiaoyan smiled and said, "I know everything."

I sent Xiaohai home, Xiaoyan's house was a little closer, and she told me to go home and have a cup of tea. I said I would come to see you again sometime, so that you can finally get together and have more ideas. Then she turned and walked away, suddenly turned around and waved. I looked at Xiaohai, and we were both a little lost. He said, "Fu Gui, I forgot who got married last time. All my old classmates are leaving soon." I couldn't help it, thinking that all the "small squares" in the village have become the past tense in my memory, and my tears began to fall again, and even Xiaohai began to laugh at me.

Xiao Hai said, "Fu Gui, you should listen to your parents anyway. You should study harder." .

Sitting on the guardrail of the expressway, the two began to speak freely.

I said, I always feel that many people are hurting me, but there are also many people helping me; I want to buy a car, but I don't even have a driver's license yet; I want to find a girl, but there is no place to put her. Plums in my hometown seem to have lost their old flavor and have the illusion that there is no love in the vast universe. I didn't even get the most basic job. They arranged an introduction for me, but I still wanted to wait. If it weren't for a word, I wouldn't want to go home and find something to do so that I can take care of them in the future.

Xiao hai said that they are still young, and at this point, you can still play for a few years. Society is too cruel. In a few years, we will all be old.

As if I were in debt, I walked back silently, thinking of a song, and unconsciously sang "The Night Breeze Blows Loose", but I couldn't hold back my tears, my muscles on my face were shaking, and sweat made my forehead hurt. If you are disfigured like this and still feel that there is still room for self-esteem, then this face must be lost.

I was waiting for the bus when I received a short message from Xiaoyan: "I'm home, thank you."

I sat under the poplar tree in front of the door, blowing the evening breeze, listening to frogs, chickens, dogs, Niu Jiao and sows. Until the evening 12, the street lamps in the distance faded away and the moonlight in the sky became dim. I choose to go home and push open the door to wash and sleep.

I have nothing to say all night. Wake up in the morning and the sun shines on the curtains. There is a blue dragonfly lying on it, and one wing seems to be red. I haven't been so relaxed for a long time. I accidentally found that the sunflower inserted in the bottle had withered and sprouted. Unconsciously, I wiped the table and took off a cold dress to bask in the sun. I took the quilt to the balcony to dry, and then went to the bamboo forest to cut a white bamboo. After two ropes were tied to the beams of my room, bamboo poles were supported and hung at both ends of the ropes. I hung sheets on them and felt a cool breeze blowing in the room.

A sad tune of a new song suddenly appeared on TV, and a musician told him airily that he had created a feeling that the moon was lying at the end of the road. I made a cup of coffee and dug out a book of poetry, which was mixed with poems for children in North Island. Many times warmth came to my mind, thinking that when many people said "a long time ago", it meant a good story was coming.

A long time ago.

Last winter, I met my lifelong mentor. At that time, Professor He's deep love for me made me have a subtle awe of academics in private. This kind of atmosphere, but let me see my own shortcomings in an employment internship. Screenwriting is not a simple job. To write a 50-episode script, I think even if five people collect interviews and write 10 episodes on average, it will take a lot of energy. Finally, I realized the hard work of the screenwriter, and it was not easy for the screenwriter. Compared with the fun of practicing as a substitute in my hometown's high school, I understand that in order to succeed, besides Bole's kindness, I have to have concentration and the ability to adapt to the new environment. I failed because I was buried by society. Murphy CSI, this life must be useless.

At the graduation party of Chinese International Education on 23rd last month, we were reluctant to part, but we didn't propose a toast to the teacher. How is it possible if we are not ashamed? I remember when I was working in an office building in Nankai High-tech Zone, He Laoshi asked me to go to the "Tianjin Grand Theatre" to see a movie. After the movie, He Laoshi and I took a taxi back to school. He touched me in two ways: first, we were embarrassed to pay for the car. He Laoshi said, you can just come back to see the teacher and invite me to dinner later; Second, he took me over the school wall. I said the teacher is so bold. He helped me jump out of the car and patted me on the dust. He said a lot of encouraging words along the way.

I think this confession should be over.

I haven't had a girlfriend for several months. I watched the replanted sunflowers on the table and stayed with me in the days to come. The red is burning like a flame, which is a mass of disillusioned boredom and depression. Later, the sunflower withered. On the day of Qixi, I put the petals in a Coca-Cola plastic bottle and sprinkled them in the pond in front of the door.

Xiaoyan has no time to stay in Bijie for a few more days. She went on a trip to Qingzhen. I had no other idea, so I took a running car from home to the town to go to the fair, and then went to see an art festival.

Many little girls dressed up beautifully, bought things in the market, and laughed in groups of three or five. This headdress and costume of Miao family makes my parents fidget. They quarreled like eating something wrong in the street, which made people stunned. I stepped aside carefully. Then I ran into a girl with red lips and thick eyebrows. She bought a bottle of "Hundred Years Old Mountain" mineral water in the canteen, and then sat next to an old man who drank too much shochu to enjoy the cool and quietly wiped her tears.

It turns out that this is also a lovelorn festival, and her sweetheart has disappeared. The old man sang folk songs, which hit home. I suddenly remembered a tea-picking girl who passed by my door begging for tea. I didn't know what to say at the moment, but I remembered a nursery rhyme that my grandmother taught me since I was a child:

"Broken ears, diffuse slope; Flowers are red and grass is green. I walked past my grandma's house and grandma asked me who I was. I am your own grandson. "

After Tanabata, Bijie entered the dog days, and there was a drought. There are two kinds of people in Bijie: Bijie people who have jobs; Bijie people without jobs.

I quietly wait for the arrival of autumn.