Han Qingyu's name was given by an old foreign monk who guarded a dilapidated temple in the countryside.
Later, when he became sensible and asked about it, he said it was because when he was just born, the rice seedlings in the paddy fields were beginning to turn yellow and turn green, and the mountain streams were flooded and swollen for several days.
Therefore, his name was chosen for disaster relief. The old monk used this to collect five measures of rice from each village along the river at that time.
That was nineteen years ago.
The lonely old monk who made a living by telling people's fortunes, fortune-telling, fortune-telling, choosing dates, and choosing ghost houses with a mouth that could always make things right no matter what he said, had gone elsewhere a few years ago.
In fact, according to the ancient rules of rural areas in some areas, the name Han Qingyu is not very good, it is a bit too big.
But in Fenglong'ao, no one understands.
Just like people here don't know that the name of their small mountain village is actually very, very big.
Fenglong'ao is a small mountain village where the ancestors have never been rich for generations, but the harvests in the mountain fields have always been quite abundant, so they are never hungry or cold.
As another generation of mountain people in this remote land and an ordinary farm boy, Han Qingyu only had two major events in his ordinary life of 19 years ago:
One is that he failed the college entrance examination this year.
The other one was last year.
"Twice..."
The old pear tree in the farmyard is very tall, and there is an abandoned magpie's nest on the branches. The sunlight falling through the branches and leaves was dappled with light and dark. Han Qingyu sat under the tree and muttered unconsciously, and then he probably smiled a little, but his smile was always a bit bleak.
He actually has some excuses to look for.
For example, his Chinese teacher was actually a postman, but he changed his profession and became a teacher just because he published a poem as big as a piece of tofu in a newspaper. Nowadays, the theme of class every day is to recite to the students his new poems that were never published again;
His English teacher is quite old. He is an old educated youth who was unable to escape because he slept with a girl with the same surname in his early years. He majors in Russian and speaks Mandarin with a Tangshan accent. When he speaks English, he always mixes the three accents together. , the consequences are more difficult to understand than any of them.
But these are actually meaningless. If you don't pass the exam, you don't pass the exam. This thing doesn't make sense.
"Then take the exam again. What's the old saying? Nothing can be better than three."
Just in time to hear his muttering, his mother, Zhang Jiexia, turned around from the side corner and said this at the same time.
As he spoke, he put down the wooden tub for washing in his hand, picked up a piece of wet clothing, wrung it out, shook it off a few times, and hung it to dry on a bamboo pole.
In the late 1980s and early 1990s, failing the college entrance examination was not a big surprise. It was common for ordinary people to take the exam for two or three years. My mother is a cheerful person, uneducated and doesn’t know much, and she’s not very depressed either.
Do it again?
Han Qingyu's heart moved, and he thought about it in his heart, but when he turned around and thought about his two serious partial subjects, the light in his eyes dimmed again, and he said: "Another year will probably be useless...I, It seems like I really can’t pass the exam.”
He also hid some things he was thinking in his mind but did not say them out - in fact, in terms of income, the cost of high school is not low these days. In recent years, his family has owed some money for supporting him to go to school. At the same time, because of the lack of labor, The relationship between my parents is much harder than most of my neighbors in the village. He himself felt that he had little confidence and was too embarrassed to try again.
"...Is this so? Look, mom doesn't understand either..."
The mother-in-law turned her head and looked carefully at her son's expression to judge his thoughts. Han Qingyu has always been a child with great ideas. In recent years, he has gradually begun to make ideas for his family.
Now that Qingwazi said this, Zhang Jiexia thought for a while and said, "Well, you can make up your own mind anyway. If you don't read this, we will also be educated people..."
She wanted to comfort the child without putting pressure or forcing him.
But as she was talking, Zhang Jiexia's expression suddenly became lively, her eyes were shining, and she continued: "Then why don't we just stay at home, marry a wife, have a baby, and live a better life?!"
This sentence comes at the end and is an upward tone, revealing eagerness and expectation.
In the past two or three years, many young people in the village who are about the same age as Han Qingyu have secretly gotten married, and their children have run away.
In fact, I have been secretly thinking about this in my heart. Han Qingyu knew that he looked up and smiled helplessly.
Zhang Jiexia's enthusiasm was ignited.
"To be honest, in Shanglong Village, Wanfen's mother has fallen in love with you early on. She has sent me several messages overtly and covertly. Or..." As soon as I started talking, my words came in a string, and I watched. Just can't stop.
"Mom Wanfen? How can that happen?!" Han Qingyu quickly blocked the conversation.
Mom asked: "Why can't it work?"
"Well... Wanfen's father is still here, and I haven't heard that there's any quarrel between us. Besides, Wanfen and I are classmates in elementary school. It wouldn't be outrageous to ask her to call me daddy from now on, right?"
Han Qingyu smiled, looking like he needed a beating.
"Ang?" Zhang Jiexia was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses, and cursed angrily: "You, you bastard, you only know how to talk nonsense..."
Then he turned to laughing and scolding, saying: "Okay, okay, now you can talk a lot, Mom and your dad will feel relieved... I'm afraid you won't be able to survive these two days."
In fact, they have always been worried about it. They are afraid that their son will think too much, so they dare not show it to others.
"I almost forgot, your uncle's house is hosting a banquet today."
"Tomorrow, your cousin will go on a blind date with the matchmaker again. The last one didn't work out."
"..."
Feeling relieved, Zhang Jiexia started talking about her relatives, neighbors, and everyday things, but gradually she got too far away, and her voice was heard all over the yard.
After a while, his father Han Youshan, who had been sitting silently while weaving bamboo frames, raised his head, looked at his wife first, then at his son, and said tentatively:
"Why don't we find a way to send Qingzi to serve as a soldier? That is also a good way out."
It turned out that he didn't speak and was still thinking about this.
It would be great to be a soldier these days. There are no wars to fight. Once you are discharged from the army, you can find a job with the government. Maybe if your fate is better, you can be promoted in the army, or you can pass the military academy and become an officer.
Han Youshan's proposal excited the whole family of three in the hospital.
"Oh, isn't it? Okay, this is good!" Zhang Jiexia became excited, dropped the wet clothes that were half twisted on her hands, wiped her hands on her apron, and walked into the room and said, "Hurry up, I'll go and do it right away. The two bottles of wine we have saved are all wrapped up. Old Han, hurry up and go to the village chief’s house and ask him to see if it’s too late..."
She suddenly paused when she said this, and her steps stopped.
He suddenly became frustrated, turned around, sighed and said: "Oh, don't think about it. In our village, if we can really get a quota, the village chief's family will be a student of his age, so he should have waited a long time. Here we go...which turn will we get our young son?"
"This... that's true. I didn't expect this just now." After Han Youshan finished speaking in a low voice, he also became disappointed and depressed.
"It's okay." Han Qingyu hid his disappointment, raised his head and smiled lightly, and said, "It just so happens that I want to think about it some more. Don't worry, there will always be a way out."
"ah."
"Eh."
Because another way out is closed in front of my son. Han Youshan and Zhang Jiexia were silent for a while unconsciously.
The atmosphere in the courtyard was a bit dark.
"That's right." Finally, the mother-in-law broke the silence first and said, "We are having a dinner at my uncle's house tonight, Qingzi, will you go?" After a pause, she continued: "If you don't want to go, mom will prepare the food for you first. .”
The whole Fenglong'ao is so small, and most of the village will be present at a banquet. Zhang Jiexia added this sentence later because she was afraid that her son would be gone and everyone would ask him if he passed the exam. She was afraid that he would lose face. No Feel good.
"Go, go." Han Qingyu stood up, smiled brightly, and faced the worried eyes of his parents and explained: "I have to be asked again sooner or later, and I don't want to lose my mouth."
He said it funny, and both his parents laughed.
In fact, this is also true. In Fenglong'ao in 1990, a banquet was a rare event and a "grand event."
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The running water banquet for happy events in the farmhouse, not to mention how good the food is, must have two kinds of chicken, duck and fish, which is called pomp, and there must also be cigarettes and wine.
The banquet that night lasted until after eight o'clock in the evening.
But not all people dispersed. A lot of village neighbors, relatives and friends, who were a little drunk and had oily lips, were sitting around on the Shaigu Ping not far from Xishi's house, smoking and chatting.
"I said that if Qingwazi passes the exam this time, how many seats will he have to set up? What a pity." Someone said with regret while picking his teeth.
At this time, there were not many families in the village who were willing to send their children to high school. Counting last year and this year, Han Qingyu was the only child in the village who could go to school to take the college entrance examination.
"Yeah, no... it's still a little bit worse." Han Youshan helped his son answer the question.
In fact, Han Qingyu himself was also there, but he was sitting in the corner of the crowd. He was a little tired. He had asked almost everyone he should and shouldn't ask about the college entrance examination today.
To be honest, it's a bit uncomfortable to face it.
Just this kind of thing, let alone malicious teasing and sarcasm, even if it is kind-hearted concern and comfort, hearing it too much will only make people feel more depressed.
He looked calm on the face at the moment, but in fact, he was a bit sullen in his heart.
"The tuition and nutrition are paid year by year. You raise so many chickens at home, but you haven't sold an egg in these years, right? After all, it's really a pity." The man then sighed.
"A few eggs are for children to grow up. What do you think they are for?!" Han Youshan was a little unhappy. He took a puff of cigarette and said, "Besides, if you keep it with you if you learn culture, it will always be useful."
"Isn't that right? Look at our Qingwazi, she looks like she has been raised. She is still educated. At least in the future, there is no need to worry about wives and betrothal gifts. There are many people who are willing to do so." An uncle next to him took it. At the end of the conversation, I finished my favor, and I thought about changing the topic with a haha.
But he didn't have time yet.
A new topic of conversation emerged from the crowd. Some people sighed and concluded: "Well, speaking of which, the first college student we have sealed in Long'ao still hasn't come out."
"Isn't that true? Our Village Ao must be two hundred years old, right? I heard that it was like this in the early years when it was still prosperous. There was not even a single scholar. It's strange to say it." The person who answered the conversation turned around. He pointed to the mountain peaks not far away and said unwillingly: "Our village has such good Feng Shui."
He said this.
"Yes, yes." Many people nodded and agreed.
The saying that the village has good feng shui has existed since ancient times. Otherwise, the word "dragon" would not have been used.
In the corner, Han Qingyu looked up with everyone. Not to mention, the mountains surrounding the village in the distance really look like a winding dragon in the night.
But then again, if you really have to look carefully at the shape of Fulong, how many mountains in the world can't you see any resemblance to it?
"You young people probably don't know about this." The older people in the village spoke up, smoking their pipes and recalling: "In the early years, when I was only a teenager, there were blind people passing by. The immortal has said... that in this place, no one can come out."
A bunch of people in the crowd were surprised and asked "Why?"
The old man raised his finger and pointed at the distant mountain, "Because this dragon of ours is locked. The blind half-immortal once said that when you see a mountain and ask for the name of a place, you are Feng Long'ao, Feng Long'ao, you can even seal a dragon, and you can also seal a dragon." Can’t you trap a few little people you want to jump up to?”
"Huh?...It seems to be true."
The truth suddenly made sense, and many people believed it, sighed, and complained. It seemed that there was a reasonable explanation for Han Qingyu's failure to enter college for two consecutive years.
Thinking of the people who comforted him, the number of people who turned to look for him in the crowd suddenly increased.
Again? Han Qingyu was so sad that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Naturally, he didn't believe this. Seeing the situation, he quietly backed away from the corner and left Shaiguping alone.
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After he left, he sunbathed on the valley floor.
"Dad, Dad, our TV set suddenly started to buzz, and it was just covered with snowflakes... Now I can't even watch one set."
A group of children who had been watching TV ran out of the Dongjia Gate, and one of them shouted at the top of his lungs to the adults on the ground.
It is very common and frequent for TV signals to be unstable these days. The adults were in a lively conversation here, waving their hands and said impatiently: "I'll take a few shots and then set up the antenna... I don't have time to do it right now." You do it.”
He dismissed the children thus.
At about the same time, someone raised his head, looked at the moon in the sky, and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Hey, what is that thing? Look... just under the moon, that black thing, what is that thing?"
Everyone raised their heads when they heard the sound.
Under the half moon of the summer night, there was indeed a dark shadow that seemed to be moving, but it could not be seen clearly and it quickly disappeared into the black night sky.
"What a big bird, it just happened to fly over."
"It can't be a plane anyway. There are lights under the plane that will flash."
"It's just an eagle or something. It's not like I haven't seen it before."
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