Zhang Wei: Orange Song 丨 New "Contemporary"

Guide

An old man, a cat called "Orange Song", a maze -like stone house, a quiet and mysterious village. Everything becomes like a legend, just as the old man spent his life to solve it, the puzzle on "ice baby". The latest novel of the well -known writer Zhang Wei tells a story of time with a peaceful tone.

Orange

Zhang Wei

The old man was waiting for his son's family to return from overseas and lived alone for a long time. An accompanying him was a cat called "Orange Song".

Winter will be exhausted, and people on the ocean are still difficult to determine the return. Spring is coming. He watched the window and said, "Let's live in the mountains for a while, where there is a stone house for our stone house."

Orange Song opened his eyes and looked at him.

Lao Wengong stroked its forehead: "Oh, let's go, there is a bigger spring there than here."

one

Orange Song was first out of the city. In the morning of March, the wind was cold. It is close to Laowen's legs and hold back the bumps. An old truck with a smoke in the cab. The car crawled over a few big slopes, and the driver smoked. Lao Wengong pointed to Orange Song. The driver put the cigarette aside.

The mountains are getting higher and higher. There are a lot of pine trees, and in the distance in the distance. Birds came, Orange Song stood up, and two claws held the window. "There are many birds in the mountains, and there are many things you haven't seen before." His hands were placed on his back and looked outside.

Heavier. He quickly pulled his hands and held his waist.

Hope to arrive earlier. Maybe I'm so anxious. —— He thought so, didn't say it. The willow has not germinated, and spring is still on the road. "Going north in spring, we go south, we have to meet with it in the stone house," he said to Orange.

The car climbs and turns. A deep, a steep slope. A small river under the slope is about to dry up, exposing pebbles, like a pile of eggs. Three birds flew across the river, and a big bird called in the mountains.

Orange Song tightened his knees and looked outside the car.

The mountain is deeper. Ah, a wide river appears. On the other side, there are buildings connected to the house: from the river to the mountainside, it is a piece of height and low, all made of stones. It's really like an old castle.

Orange Song was close to the window.

Lao Wengong stood up, touched the roof of the car, and sat down again.

The car was driving along the river and approached the stone house several times, but did not want to enter. Lao Wengong stretched his fingers, and the car kept around. In the end, it did not cross the river and drove to a high slope on the north bank.

There is a lonely stone house on the slope, which is across the river from the stone house on the south bank.

The door opened, and he immediately heard the rush of river water.

Lao Wengong hugged Orange Song. When he got out of the car, he bowed his waist, and it stubborn on his back. He grabbed the two front paws on his shoulder and walked on the ground.

The driver looked at the stone house and took a deep smoke: "Can you live?" "Oh, it's good, my son came last year, and the family was in summer."

Unload the truck. How many carton boxes are mixed. There are so many books.

"They can live, we can live." He shrugged with orange chant, holding his front paws with one hand, and mentioning a wicker basket in one hand. It was the residence of Orange Song, its bed.

The driver helped to move a bunch of things into the house and leave. Lao Wengong thanked him and watched the car go downhill. His forehead was covered with sweat grains, and he was breathing heavy, sitting on a wooden pier to rest.

Orange Song sniffed around, counted the items carried, and explored the original items. Lao Wengong stood up and found a blue glaze bowl it used in the city, added water, and put some food. It drank a little water, walked through the scattered debris, and walked towards another.

Lao Wengong closed his eyes. A little bit angry. Need to stay for a while, waiting for breathing to calm down. Like Orange Song, he also wanted to see this stone house.

Orange Song walked back for a while, rushed back, stunned his knees, and raised his face. "You want to know more. Well, this is covered by my grandfather, a interesting house. When the weather is good, let's catch and seek together."

He has been here twice, it was a long time ago. The first time in memory is to be with my wife. At that time, the two were just middle -aged. She followed him around the house, and she was surprised, always asking the builder of the stone house, the old grandpa.

"Unfortunately, we can never see that person again." He said to Orange Song and stood up.

It walked in front and stood down from time to time. Remember the scene here for the first time. At that time, he was walking and introduced the dead ancestors to his wife: he was the richest person in this mountain, and a large courtyard was built on the south bank of the river. The old man probably wanted to calm down, and went to the north bank of the river to cover this lonely stone house.

It is located at the top of the cliff and does not look tall. There are two connects between the east and west, north and south, and the living room is in the sun, and the stove and the heap are west. In his impression, there is always a neatly coded launch next to the aisle to the stove. Passing through it, there is a small hall, and it is the steps when you go out. Corridor. It connects complex underground space. Old things are accumulated everywhere, and things hanging on the wall will fall off a little when you touch it: mushrooms, wild jujube, dried potatoes, and garlic skewers. There are all kinds of idle appliances, and they are mostly dead.

Through the large and small compartments, groping forward, and finally returning to the ground, back to a large room, this is the main house. It turns out that the underground promenade is a loop of connecting connectivity. He said to his wife: "The old man must like to catch and seek."

"Certainly."

"He will play this game with his juniors."

"Yeah, how interesting!"

Lao Wengong remembered that he found a bunch of dried flowers in the corner of the underground house, sniffed, and had a faint aroma. He held it, ran over, and gave it to his wife. "Song! Where are you?" He knew he couldn't wait to play with himself, and said loudly, "It is not enough at this moment. We have a lot of time. Let's settle down first and make the first meal."

Can't find Orange Song. Here is too tortuous. He followed the curved corridor, and then bowed his waist into a short door and stepped on a few steps for a while. In order to see clearly and for breathability, he opened a few small windows in a row.

It's quiet here. Some corners are shimmering, more dark. "In this kind of place, Orange Song definitely likes it. Of course, I like it too." His voice was slightly louder and wanted to let it hear.

There is still no trace. He finally had to clap his hands, calling, climbing the steps. Two corners, the light was a little strong. The sun passed through the window 亮 to illuminate a small door. This is the small hall, next door is the main house with a puppet.

What I want to do immediately is to sweep the dust on the cymbal, polish the window, and put on the bedding. The fluffy quilt is a hibiscus flower pattern. Buckwheat leather pillow. "This is a good place to sleep." He lay down for a moment, looked at the sun, thinking about the first meal to make.

Rice and cabbage are also steamed. Cracking firewood in the stove: A total of three large stoves of stone are used, and now only two are used. The cooking utensils used by the son's family were still there, and this time he brought another stew pot, some dishes and cups.

Good fragrant rice. Orange Song is back.

"Let's eat a meal full, take a nap for an hour, and then work. The first day is always busy. You are eager to familiarize it here.

A oval table made of old willow wood is very strong. There are two albums and three small dishes on the table. "I will find a chance to have a drink." He murmured and sat down.

two

After sleeping for a while, it was very fragrant. Lao Wen woke up, and Orange Song was still in the nest. "Tired, walk such a long way." He looked at the big ball in the willow basket and appreciated its sleeping position for a while.

I am busy all afternoon. There are too many places that need to be cleaned. He was not in a hurry, not like wiping, but stroking. This stone house is too old and is the real old man in the mountains. "And I was only eighty -six years old." He said that, looking at Orange Song, who was still sleeping.

Find a desk. No. There is an old -fashioned rolling wooden table in the heap, which is probably used to place the offerings to the gods. It looks like a large ingot. He dragged it to the living room.

There is a damaged cabinet that removes a few crooked cabinet doors, which is also a good bookshelf. A book is put on, everything changes. "I have a study."

He looked around the bedroom and outside, thinking that something should be hung on the wall. "There must be a little decoration." He raised his neck, his waist and back with pain. His hands supported the rolling of the wooden table like the ingot. It turns out that this is still useful.

The sun is west. Most of the sky is stained with orange -red. Lao Wengong stood in front of the door and watched the high and low stone house on the other side of the river. They are built according to the trend of the river valley, which is so imposing. At this moment, they are red and shy. With such a big castle -like village, there is no human voice, and cooking smoke cannot be seen.

He stunned, and then remembered: from embezzling the river bank, it has always been quiet. Yes, I didn't even hear a dog bark. "People here like quiet, including animals." He looked at the other side and shook his head, "But it's still too quiet."

The old father told himself: Don't worry about everything, sleep safely, and enter the village early in the morning. He wants to visit those fellows and go to the shop to buy some daily necessities.

Before the sun fell, he began to prepare a second meal. In addition to rice and cabbage, two small dishes are added on the table: dried fish and sauce. Without electricity, the cover of an old oil lamp was wiped by him. Next to, there is a shiny tall glass.

Orange Song jumped on the table and watched the lights. He wanted to stop it on the table, but held back. Flashing flames are really pleasant. He poured light red wine for himself.

Orange Song's tail tickled his face. "Song, we should really celebrate. What a good night. From today, I will tell a story before going to bed every night."

He lifted the cup, and Orange Song kept watching. "Oh, okay." He stretched his hand and dipped a little wine and wiped it on his mouth. It pursed, kept pursing, and jumped to the ground.

He said, "Children are not suitable", and picked up a small fish to chew and chew.

There is a star on the window. He walked out of the house around his scarf.

I haven't seen such a clear galaxy for a long time. The night sky here is not black, but violet. A big bird's scream attracted eyes to the opposite bank. I can't see the high and low stone house, muddy, black, wrapped in the faint mountains. There is no light, no shiny window.

There is no electricity in the village. how can that be? There are always candles and oil lamps? He widened his eyes and found it over and over again. No, there is really no bright window. The river was rushing, and the sound of the water at night was even more sounded. After a while, there were birds calling, in the mountains, behind the village.

Orange Song didn't know when he leaned on his leg, and he was looking at the other side. "Song, your eyes are good, can you see the light?" He pointed at the distance.

He watched with it. Later, his eyes condensed: A vague stone house, the height of the southwest, revealed a small light. Orange is very weak, but it really comes out of a window. "Oh, there is light."

They stayed for a while. The wind is not strong, a little cold. Here is better than expected. There is a melody smell in the air and the smelly smell of mud. A trace of blue is mixed with it, which is the breath of spring. Spring is not far away. If it does not delay, it must have come to the hillside south of the stone house at this moment, turning over the slightly taller mountain, and came to the river bank.

"We are here in advance, we are early." He picked up Orange Song and returned to the room.

The lights are warm. This kind of light reminds people of childhood, thinking of many similar nights: Grandma reading for him and telling stories. He still remembers her voice.

He sat down and surrounded the quilt. Orange Song stayed in that willow basket for a while, jumped into his hoe, and sat next to him. It made a grunt, and the nose moved frequently. He lifted the corner and let it drill in. The quilt of the hibiscus flower pattern strictly covered him and it only revealed his head. He put the pillow on his back, and he leaned with it half -leaning.

He picked up a book, remembered something, and took a selfie with his mobile phone. "It's good. You look serious." He put the screen in front of Orange Song.

The tight quilt was still a bit cold. He went to the stove partarium to hold some firewood and fill it into the cave. The burning crackling sounded and warmed.

Orange Song's body is very hot, making people feel comfortable when it is close. He looked at the symmetrical pattern on his face and found that it was a big butterfly pattern.

A tirelessness struck and hit a cricket. Orange Song's eyes were too close, which made him wake up quickly. It was just watching him falling asleep just now, and his nose was about to touch his face. He wants to kiss it. "But the book says that the bacterial communities in our mouth are different, and your throat will be sore with saliva. What a good three petals." He patted it.

The story is the story, he has an agreement with it. The stars outside the window blinked. With stars, there must be stories. "Grandma tells me a story every night, I'm next to me, like you."

"No one can tell stories. In the summer night, we sat under the trees of Hehuan and started to listen alone. Later, I came to listen to the story. With the little hedgehog, moved over and moved over; the yellow hedor and the little fox came, and they were lying under the purple ears; in the group of the story, the people were the smallest, they hid behind the leaves. "

The crackling sound of burning firewood became smaller.

"They quietly, no one found it, hiding in the dark shadow around. But they listened for a while and forgot everything, because they were fascinated. They giggled and then cried again. I was startled. "

Orange Song stared at the old man.

"The story behind it until tomorrow, it is endless. 'Grandma always ended like this in the end."

Another tiredness struck. He narrowed his eyes. He made a snoring sound, and Orange Song also narrowed his eyes.

Their snoring sound lowered, and they all rang to dawn.

three

The first thing after breakfast is to drink tea. The electric tea stove that brought was not used. Fortunately, I found an old -fashioned tea stove. The tea fragrance was filled, and he was happy. When drinking tea, Orange Song takes care of himself. He has always believed that it has spent a little more time in personal hygiene. "However, this is always a good thing."

He thought of his bathing. Hot water, stove, and shower head are indispensable. He wanted to do all of these in two days. There is a hot bathroom, how good this is. However, the non -slip pads and the shower head can only be bought in the shop.

He planned something to buy for a while, drank a cup of tea, and prepared to go out. He bowed his waist and let the orange chant on his back. "Let's go to the village. Let's see it. Look at the fellow, and the cats and dogs."

They went from the stone steps next to the house. Looking for a bridge, no. The water of He Xin is not wide, and there are several large roots in the narrowest part, and they must cross the river. There are more than 20 meters wide in the water, and there are a bit anxious in the middle. A black fish jumped out of the water and splashed a piece of water.

After going ashore, there was a slippery bluestone under his feet. There are many tile pine on the roof of stone houses, dark green moss in the stone seam, and a bunch of vines hanging down on the wall. Stepping along the uphill, the stones on the streets were stepped on.

Go to the end of the alley and turn into another alley without seeing a person.

They came to the spacious cross street, which was the center of the village. There was a shop, approaching, and found that the doors and windows were closed, and the door lock had been rusty. "There will be someone in such a large village, there will be more than one shop. Let's be more patient." Lao Weigong patted the oranges on his back.

Turn a few wide and narrow alleys. Shiwu Yishan is at a moment, some lying on small flat low -ground, and some are on high platforms. The stone walls built on both sides are more than ten meters high. Passing through an arch, drilling into the deep and long stone alley, he thought of the ancient castle again.

"The house is there, the street is there, the big tree is there, and people are gone." Lao Wengong sat on the stone platform and wiped sweat. Orange Song was sitting aside, looking at the air -the sound of geese. A black bird jumped on the side of the branch, and was black. Orange Song stood up. Black puppets flew away. A small lizard first probed from the stone gap and ran away. Orange Song jumped over, the little lizard stared at his head, and his jaw quickly moved. Orange Song stepped back. The little lizard is gone. They returned to Cross Street. The stone house here is particularly tall, and it is particularly old, with moss full of grass on the wall. Lao Wengong patted his head and finally remembered the owner of these tall stone houses: Grandpa's father, the grandfather. Of course, these huge buildings have long been belonged to the villages. Only the river cottage was left to their descendants.

He sighed while walking: "How big is a stone house! Look at it like a palace!" This is the center of the entire village, and the stone houses are expanded from this to the river and climb up the mountainside. Preliminary judgment, this is an abandoned village. But he was unwilling, took several streets and lanes in one breath, and then walked west.

He walked to the end of a narrow alley and faced a high window.

There seemed to be someone in the window, and the oranges on the back were moving. He saw it clearly: the fan was half -opened, and there was a personal shadow inside, and he was a woman. She is looking at them from height.

He raised his hand to greet: "Ah, hello!"

The woman inside the window leaned out her head. She was fifty or sixty years old and her hair was a little pale. She just smiled and had no response.

"You are the first person I saw!" Lao Wengong said loudly.

She has been on the window. "Well, I saw it." Her voice was light.

He felt that she was watching the cat, and turned her back to her, saying, "This is Orange Song. We live on the other side of the river."

She left from the window. After a while, she stepped down on the stone steps and stood at a distance of more than ten meters. She looked happy: "I saw the lights on the other side last night, knowing someone coming!"

"My last name, people call me 'Lao Wengong'." He introduced himself. She raised her face and said nothing. He asked the shop, and where do you go?

"Ah, no shops. People have moved to the town and went to work in the city. There are only three people left here."

"Empty Village? Such a large village?" He looked around and tilted his head, like asking Orange Song.

"Come and drink water at home." She said, turning around without waiting for a response.

The old man said "thank you" and set foot on the stone steps with her. She heard that he was breathing in his mouth and waited down for a while. There is a small flat land, three stone houses, and a small courtyard. There are two ridges that have just been surrounded by the courtyard. Entering into the house, it is very neat and there are very few furniture. As soon as the old man entered the door, he saw a painting on the wall: a fat doll hugged a big fish.

Orange Song came down from the back.

"Smooth cat. How big is it?" She looked at it and closed her hands on her chest.

"Just two and a half years old. Seventeen pounds and two. Are you your name?"

"My name is Li Jianlian." She said again, "I saw the lights opposite last night."

The old man also remembered the light he saw at night, shouting, "Ah, understand, it turned out to be your window!"

Four

The old man drank a glass of water. Orange Song no longer panic. She wanted to touch it, and it avoided it. He said to it, "It's okay."

"How fat, how handsome," she looked at it.

The old man shook his head: "In fact, it is not too fat, but it has a double back."

Li Jianlian finally touched it. She turned around and brought a ham sausage for a while. Orange Song ate, pursed his lips.

"I want to buy soap, soy sauce and salt, vegetables and meat, some daily necessities." Lao Wengong said.

Li Yinglian nodded: "There is a skewen rural car, passing the village every ten and a half months, and enter the village for a few horn. Stop only for a while. If you believe in it, give me to do it."

"That's really good!" He took out the pen and paper from his pocket, wrote down what he needed, and handed it over with a stack of money.

Li Zhilian put the money in a bowl and look at the paper: "I can't recognize a few words. You can say it from the beginning, I can remember."

"A pound of meat, a fish, salt and sauce. Soap and sesame oil. A filament melon. Large shower head and rubber pipe. Green leafy vegetables are the best."

He no longer says.

"I remember it all. I would buy it when I saw it. I have a loofah in my house." She said to go outside the house and took it back.

"This is for a bath. I want to get a bathroom, so I have a shower head."

Li Zhilian understood, and smiled: "I have‘ lotus ’in my name, I ca n’t forget. The uncle who loves cleanliness is a learned person at a glance."

"I have retired for more than 20 years. I don't know how to thank you." He slowly stood up, and Orange Song had been on his back. He thanked him again and thought of one thing when he went out: "You said that there are two people in the village, who are they?"

"'Old Stroke Turbus' and Chong Sun's" Water Gen ". They live in the east of the village, under the cliff east of the big cross."

Lao Wengong thought of their names and left.

Back to the other side is near noon. When preparing for lunch, I found that only half of the cabbage was left. "It's troublesome. I don't have enough situations in the mountains." He took two pieces of vegetables, thought about it, and put it back.

There are not much to split firewood. Only the endless water: the hand -pressed well is in the stove. This equipment is really wonderful. He couldn't imagine the creation and ingenuity of his predecessors. His father was an railway engineer. Once returning to his hometown, he did this big deal.

The steady stream of water is a bit sweet.

Orange Song looks good. Lao Wengong injected water for the tea furnace and said to it, "The sweetest water."

After a nap, he stood in front of the window for a long time. A stone house on the other side emit yellow and golden in the sun. "Golden House," he said. Orange Song scratched the wooden pier a few times, jumped into the window sill, and looked at him. "With such a good village, they are really willing. Who would think about this?" He looked at Orange Song.

"Find time, we have to walk from the streets and alleys from scratch to see this amazing village. It has been here for at least hundreds of years." He sighed and walked away.

He wanted to find a rope. He went to the ground and found in those debris. With a straw rope, it was broken a little. A cloth strip is not used. Finally found a hemp rope, dragged it, it was quite solid.

"We are going to the river to find a firewood, which is more important than anything." He added a piece of clothes and patted Orange Song.

The sun is very good and the weather is good. Several frogs were moving by the river, and a small worm was dancing. A very fat magpie was squatted on the locust tree, and he didn't say a word. He raised his hand to the birds on the tree. "Kaka, Kaka!" It called, long tail touched, and flew away.

There are large blue and black rocks on the river, surrounded by white sand. Orange Song was playing on the sand, and he lay down with joy. He put away the dry branches scattered on the ground, and some of them were as thin as thumbs and some were as thick as an arm. There was a larger willow pier. He tried and moved.

"If such a good firewood, if the villagers are there, we will not pick it up." He said to Orange Song.

Tied up the wood and divide it into multiple backs. The generous harvest was piled up in the cooker. There are two thick woods, a large willow pier, which requires ax.

It hasn't been ax for a long time. He let Orange Song away. Raise the ax to your shoulders and split hard. The ax was embedded, and the wood tattoo remained motionless. Take off the ax. This time. It became.

It was splitting firewood throughout the afternoon. Sweat. The split wood exudes a aroma, which smells good;

After finishing these, the old man found that his whole body hurts. He sighed and sighed, holding the desk with both hands, standing for a long time. Orange Song looked at the chopping firewood in the stove, and walked over with his tail. "We have done a big deal. Chai Mi oil and salt, Chai Pai first." He pulled his fingers and told it.

The sun is about to fall. He remembered what you needed to buy, grunt: "Li Zhilian."

The last two pieces of vegetables were used for dinner. "Tomorrow we can only eat rice and small fish. This is not a bitter day." He took the orange chant on his knees and picked up white porridge.

Orange Song ate two small fish in the dish and licked white porridge. "You are not angry at all, this is good." The old man looked at it and started dining. The small fish was a little hard, and he cheated slowly.

Before Shangyu, he stood in front of the window for a while to see the other side of the river. Total darkness. The sky is full of stars. He looked in one direction for a while and saw it. Orange Song jumped over, he pointed to it southeast, height, there was a small orange window there.

five

This is the fourth day. From the previous day, he and Orange Song only ate rice, porridge and dried fish. He knew that the rural car had not yet come. Always pay attention to listening to the horn sound from the distance, no. "Who knows, maybe the car will never come again, and the three people's villages have no business to do it." He sighed.

On the sixth day, Lao Wengong came to the river with Orange Song. He wants to find something here. There is a silt in the middle of the stone, and the top is covered with fine grass chips. Flowing the grass and seeing the green amaranth. "Hey!" He said.

Orange Song and him picked up a group of grass crumbs. So many green. In addition to amaranth, it was also found that half of the wide leaves were found, which is a sheep hoof.

A large holding of amaranth and sheep hoof leaves.

Amaranth is taken from the root, and Bai Gen is sweet. The sheep's hoof leaves should be simmered in boiling water. Two kinds of wild vegetables are mixed together, dipped in a little salt and batter, and put it into the boiled oil. This meal is great.

"The car didn't come for a month, and we could deal with it. Once the spring arrived, everything was there." Lao Wengong told Orange Song. He wanted to sing a song.

In addition to picking things, the most important thing he does is to set up a new stove. It is located in the corner of the stove and connects the original flue. Still go to the ground, find a large wooden basin from there, try it, and leak water. For a long time, the gap was tightened and no longer leaked. The fire is booming, you can take a bath.

The old man first rubbed the soap of loofah, and then applied it to his body. Orange Song has been watching. "I am a clean old man. However, in terms of personal hygiene, you have to learn from you."

After bathing, it's cool. He wore thick clothes and paced in the room. This is a good time in the afternoon, and the light is bright. He opened the box and proposed a heavy, wrapped in four -square -meter flower cloth wrapped in the middle of the table.

Orange Song squatted aside, his eyes squinted. The room was extremely quiet.

The flower cloth wrapped a little bit, revealing a thick stack of paper. "I'm going to work. This is a big job of mine. It will be completed." He put an old -fashioned pen on the paper.

Orange Song saw the paper on the table and turned to the side of the sideline, motionless. "You are thinking. I don't know what you are thinking. But you have to focus on things every day. This is really good."

He was also thinking. After about half an hour, he rubbed his temple. "Thinking is very tired. When I was young, I was able to think about two hours in a row, just like you." He looked at Orange Song, "But now it's not possible, it's not as good as you. In this regard, you are best at. "The knock on the door sounded.

It's Li Jianlian. She stood at the door and raised a basket. The old man has not left the table yet, and Orange Song has jumped. It took a step forward, took a step back, and the nose twitched.

The basket is two cabbage, a bottle of soy sauce, a bottle of vinegar, a piece of green onion, and a piece of tofu. "There are no fish and meat, no shower head." Li Jianlian put things one by one, "I bought you a bottle of old vinegar."

"This is good. This is great." He moved through the stool and poured tea for her.

Li Jianlian looked at the house and said, "I never come in. Ah, so." She took the tea and sucked, and looked at the orange chant, "What a good cat." She stepped forward Orange Song went away. She looked around her face:

"I listened to Lao Zhuan, saying that there was a well in this house."

Lao Wen nodded and asked her to visit the stove house and asked her to press the handle of the water. The water flowed out. She shouted: "Oh." She reached out and took a sip, her mouth, "Sweet water."

From the stove, she saw a thick stack of paper on the table. Lao Wengong tightened the pen to tighten the pens. She said, "This cloth is the same as my curtains, and they are all turning lotus."

The old man knows that "turning the lotus" is sunflower. He noticed that the pattern was really the flower.

"I don't know a few words. Such a big stingy, write densely, should I write a lifetime?"

Lao Wengong wrapped the flower cloth more flat, just like the appearance just taken from the box. He wanted to put it in the box at the moment.

"What is that object?" Li Jianlian pointed at it.

Orange Song jumped on the table and tightened the cloth bag.

Lao Wengong coughed. The left chest was a little painful, and he patted there. "Oh, it's all words, you just saw it."

She was close and stroked the package.

"This," Lao Wengong moved it away. "Sorry, you sit down and drink tea. Um."

Li Jianlian stood up and rubbed his hands: "Then I went back, and you asked me to do it, so I told it."

"You have bought these things for me, it is already very troublesome. I do n’t know how to thank you." He looked at the room and wanted to find a gift to send her.

"One person alone," she said.

"I and Orange Song are very good." He straightened.

Li Jianlian turned around.

"Thank you, thank you!" He sent her out of the door, watching her walk down from the stone steps and set foot on the stone of Hexin.

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Wonderful full text see "Contemporary" 2022, Issue 5

About the Author

Zhang Wei, a native of Qixia, Shandong, vice chairman of the Chinese Writers Association. He has authored a novel "Ancient Ship", "September Fables", "Hedgehog", "You on the Plateau", "Single Pharmacist", "The Secret History of Aiyeburg", etc., and the poetic monographs "Also said Li Bai and Du Fu", "The legacy of Tao Yuanming", "The Heritage of Tao Yuanming", "The Heritage of Tao Yuanming", " Chu Ci Note "" Reading the Book of Songs "and so on. "You on the Plateau" won the Eighth Mao Dun Literature Award.

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