Blessings (oringinal translation

After all, the end of the old calendar year is the most like the end of the year. Needless to say, in the sky, the weather of the coming New Year also appears. In the middle of the heavy grey clouds, there was a flash and then a dull noise, which was firecrackers for cooking stoves. The firecrackers were set off more intensely near by. The loud noise was still loud, and the air was filled with a faint aroma of gunpowder. I was returning to my hometown Luzhen this night. Although there was no home, I had to stay in the house of Fourth Master Lu temporarily. He is my own family, older than me, should be called "Four Uncles", is an old supervisor of philosophy. He is older than before, but he has no beard at all. He greets me when he meets me. After greeting, he says that I am "fat" and curses his new party when he says that I am "fat". But I know that this is not an excuse to scold me: because he scolded Kang Youwei. But the conversation was never speculative, and soon I was left alone in the study.

Blessings (oringinal translation of Luxun ‘s)

The next day I got up very late. After lunch, I went out to see some of my family and friends. The third day was the same. Neither of them has changed much, only they are older; but they are all busy at home, all ready to "bless". This is Luzhen's year-end ceremonies. Salute, greet the gods of happiness, and pray for good luck in the coming year. Chicken killing, goose killing, pork buying, careful washing, women's arms are soaked in water red, and some with silver bracelets. After cooking, chopsticks inserted in all directions on such things can be called "blessings". Five days later, they are displayed, and candles are lit. God blessings are invited to enjoy them, but worship is limited to men. Naturally, fireworks are still set off after worship. Every year, so do families, as long as they can afford gifts and firecrackers, and so on. This year, naturally. The darker the day grew, it snowed in the afternoon. The snowflakes were as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, with smoke and busy atmosphere, which made Lu Town a mess. When I returned to my fourth uncle's study, the corrugated walls were white, and the room was bright. It clearly showed Zhu Tuo's big word "Shou" hanging on the wall. The couplets written by Chen Xuan's ancestors had fallen off while the loose rolls were on the long table. On the other hand, the Tao was "sensible and peaceful". I was bored to go to the desk under the window again, only to see a pile of Kangxi Dictionary, a Collection of Notes on Jinsi Records and a Four Books Lining, which seemed to be incomplete. Anyway, I'm going to leave tomorrow.

Besides, I couldn't settle down until I met Sister Xianglin yesterday. That afternoon, I visited a friend in the east of town, came out, met her by the river, and saw her staring eyes, it was clear that it was coming to me. Among the people I saw in Luzhen this time, it can be said that nothing has changed more than hers: the grey hair five years ago, which is now all white, will not look like people of about forty; the face is thin and gray, yellow and black, and has dispelled the previous sad look, as if it were wood carvings; only the eyes or a round, can also indicate that she is a living thing. She was carrying a bamboo basket in one hand. There was a broken bowl in the middle, empty; with a bamboo pole longer than herself, the bottom cracked: she was clearly a beggar.

I stopped and prepared her to ask for money.

"Are you back?" She asked first.

"Yes."

Blessings (oringinal translation of Luxun ‘s)

"That's just right. You're literate, you're a traveler, you know a lot. I'm just going to ask you something -- "Her dull eyes suddenly glowed.

I never expected her to say such a thing and stand in surprise.

"That's it." She stepped up two steps, lowered her voice, and said in great secrecy, "Is there a soul after a man dies?"

I was horrified that when she saw her eyes pinned to me, she would suffer from thorns on her back, which was much more alarming than when she met a temporary exam in school and the teacher stood beside her. I never mind the presence or absence of a soul, but at this moment, how can I answer her well? In a very short period of hesitation, I thought that the people here believed in ghosts as usual, "but she was confused, or rather hope: hope for it, but hope for nothing... Why should one add to the misery of those who are at the end of the road? For her sake, it's better to say yes.

"Maybe," I thought. So I hesitated and said.

"Then there's hell?"

"Ah! Hell? " I was surprised and had to hesitate, "Hell? —— Theories should also exist. —— But not necessarily,... Who's going to take care of this..."

"So, all the people in the dead family can meet?"

"Ah, don't you meet?..." At that time, I knew I was still a complete fool. I could not resist three questions about hesitation and plans. Immediately, I became timid and wanted to turn over all the previous words. "That's... Actually, I can't say... In fact, I can't tell whether there is a soul or not.

Blessings (oringinal translation of Luxun ‘s)

I took advantage of her no longer immediately asked, and took a step to go, not to flee back to Uncle Four's home, feeling very uneasy. I think I'm afraid she's in some danger. About because she felt lonely when she was blessed by others, but what else did she mean? —— Or is there any feeling of hesitation? If something else is meant and something else happens as a result of it, then my answer is really responsible for a number of responsibilities. But then I laughed at myself, thinking that the occasional thing had no deep meaning, and I had to deliberate carefully, no wonder the educator said that he was suffering from neurosis, while Kuang Mingming said that "I can't say clearly" had overturned the overall situation of the answer, even if something happened, it had nothing to do with me.

"Not clear" is a very useful sentence. The brave teenagers who do not change their minds often dare to solve their doubts and choose a doctor. If the result is not good, they will probably become a complaint government. However, when they end up with unclear words, they will be at ease. At this time, I felt the need for this sentence even when I spoke to a beggar woman, it was absolutely inexpensive.

But I always feel uneasy, after a night, I still remember it from time to time, as if with some ominous sense of hesitation, in the gloomy snow day, in the boring study, this uneasy becomes more and more intense. Let's go and go to town tomorrow. Fuxing Building, please pier shark fin, a large plate of one yuan, cheap and good quality. Now I wonder if the price has been increased? The friends who traveled with me in the past, although clouds have dispersed, shark fin is inedible, even if I am the only one.... Anyway, I'm determined to leave tomorrow.

I'm afraid it's the same thing because I often expect things to be worse than expected, thinking that they are not as expected after all, but they are always as expected. Sure enough, the special situation began. In the evening, I heard some people gather in the inner room to talk as if they were talking about something. But soon, the voice stopped. Only the fourth uncle went and said aloud:

"No sooner or later, it must be at this time - this is a fallacy!"

First I was surprised, then I was very upset, as if that had something to do with me. There was nobody outside the door. It was so easy to wait until their short-time job came to make tea before dinner that I got the chance to ask for information.

"Just now, who was the Fourth Master angry with?" I asked.

"Isn't she Mrs. Hesam Lin?" The short-time job is brief.

Sister Xianglin? What's wrong? I hastened to ask.

"Old."

"Dead?" Suddenly my heart tightened, almost jumped up, and his face changed color, but he never looked up, so he was unconscious. I calmed myself down and asked:

"When did you die?"

"When? —— Last night, or today. —— I can't tell.

"How did you die?"

"How did you die? —— Didn't he die of poverty?" His indifferent answer, still not looking up at me, went out.

However, my panic is only temporary, as I feel that the coming thing has passed, and I don't have to rely on my own "indescribable" and his so-called "poor death" comfort, my heart has gradually relaxed; but occasionally, there seems to be some guilt. Dinner was set out, accompanied by my fourth uncle. I also want to inquire about Sister Xianglin, but I know that although he has read "the good ability of ghosts and gods in two breaths", there are still many taboos. When approaching blessings, it is absolutely impossible to mention such words as death and disease. If you have to, you should use a kind of substitution hidden language. Unfortunately, I don't know, so I want to ask again and again, and finally stopped. From his appearance, I suddenly suspected that he thought it was a fallacy for me to disturb him at this time. He immediately told him that he would leave Luzhen tomorrow and go to the city, so as to relax his mind as early as possible. He didn't stay very much either. This feigned dullness finished a meal.

Winter is short and snowy. Night has already covered the whole town. People were in a hurry under the lights, but it was quiet outside the window. Snowflakes fell on the thick snow mattress, which sounded as if they were rustling, making people feel more silent. I sat alone under the yellow light of the lamp, thinking that the bored Xianglin sister-in-law, who had been abandoned in the dusty mustard heap and was tired of looking at the old things, had previously exposed her skeleton to the dust mustard. From the point of view of the interesting people, I'm afraid it's surprising that she still exists. Now she has been cleaned up by impermanence. I don't know whether the soul exists or not, but in today's world, people who are bored do not live, even if they hate to see, they are good for themselves. I listened to the sounds of snowflakes outside the window, thinking, but gradually relaxed.

However, the fragments of her half-life story, which I have seen and heard before, are now linked together.

She is not from Luzhen. In the early winter of one year, the fourth uncle's family was going to change into a female worker. The wife Wei, who was a middle man, brought her in. She wore a white rope, black skirt, blue jacket and a white waistcoat on her head. She was about 267 years old, and her face was blue and yellow, but her cheeks were still red. Mrs. Wei called her sister-in-law Xianglin. She said that she was a neighbor of her mother's family. She died and became a family member, so she came out to work. Four uncles frowned. Four aunts already knew what he meant. They hated her as a widow. However, she is also well-behaved, hands and feet are growing, and only along the limit, not a word, very like a patient person, regardless of the fourth uncle's frown, left her behind. During the trial period, she did it all day. It seemed that she was bored and powerful when she was idle. She was almost equal to a man. So on the third day, she decided to pay 500 yuan a month.

Everyone called her sister-in-law Xianglin; she did not ask what her surname was, but the middle man was from Weijiashan, a neighbor, and that would probably be Wei's surname. She was not very talkative, and only when asked did she answer, and not much. It was not until more than a dozen days later that she learned that there was still a strict mother-in-law and a little uncle in her family, who was over ten years old and was able to collect firewood; she had no husband in spring; he was also a firewood maker, ten years younger than her: that's all you know.

The days passed quickly, but she did not slack in her work. No matter what food she ate, she spared no effort. People say that Master Lu's family employs women workers, who are more diligent than hard-working men. By the end of the year, dusting, washing the ground, killing chickens, killing geese and cooking the blessings all night were undertaken by one person, but there was no shortage of work. However, she was not satisfied with it. There was a smile on her lips and her face became white and fat.

After New Year's Day, when she came back from the river, she suddenly lost her colour and said that she had just seen several men wandering across the river, much like her husband's cousin, who was probably looking for her. The fourth aunt was very suspicious and asked for details, but she didn't say anything. As soon as Uncle Four knew it, he frowned and said:

"That's not good. I'm afraid she escaped."

It was true that she escaped, and it was not long before that assumption was confirmed.

After that, about a dozen days or so, we were gradually forgetting what had happened before. Suddenly, Mrs. Wei brought in a woman in her thirties and said that it was Mrs. Xielin's mother-in-law. Although the woman looks like a mountain person, she is calm in social intercourse and able to speak. After greeting, she made amends and said that she had come to call her daughter-in-law home because of the busy affairs in the spring, and only the old and the young in the family, who are short of manpower.

"If her mother-in-law wants her back, what can she say?" Four uncle said.

So she settled the wages, totaling 1,750 pieces, and all of them were in her master's house, and she gave them to her mother-in-law before she could use any of them. The woman took her clothes again, thanked her and went out. It was noon.

"Ah, where's Mi? Didn't Sister Xianglin go to clean rice?..." It took a while for the fourth aunt to scream. She's probably hungry. She remembers lunch.

So everybody separated to find out what to do. She went first to the kitchen, then to the front of the hall, and then to the bedroom. There was no sign of picking out the bamboo chops. Four uncles paced out, but also disappeared, until the river, only to see the plain and upright on the bank, beside a vegetable.

The man who saw it reported that a white tent boat was moored in the river in the morning. The tent was completely covered. He did not know who was inside, but nobody paid any attention to him beforehand. When Sister-in-law Xianglin came out to take rice, she was just about to kneel down, and suddenly two men jumped out of the boat, like mountain people, one holding her, one helping her, and towed into the boat. Sample Lin Sister-in-law also cried a few times, and then there was no more sound, about what to block it. Then he went on to two women, one who did not know him, and the other was Wei-ma-yu. In the snooping cabin, it was not very clear. She seemed to be tied up on the ship's deck.

"Abhorrent! But... Four uncle said.

The day was when the four aunts cooked their own lunch; their son, Ah Niu, burned the fire.

After lunch, Mrs. Wei came again.

"Abhorrent!" Four uncle said.

"What do you mean? I'm afraid you'll see us again." The fourth aunt washed the dishes, and when she met, she said angrily, "You recommend her and rob her in partnership. It's so noisy. What do you think of it?" Are you kidding our family?

"Ah ah ah, I was fooled. This time, I want to make it clear. She came to ask me for a place to recommend. I expected it was concealed from her mother-in-law. Sorry, Mr. Four, Mrs. Four. I'm always unconscious. I'm sorry for my customers. Fortunately, the government has always been generous and generous, and refuses to care about small people. This time I must recommend a good punishment..."

"However..." Four uncle said.

The Xianglin sister-in-law incident ended and soon forgotten.

There are only four sisters-in-law, because most of the female workers hired later are not lazy, or lazy and not satisfied, so Xianglin Siao is also mentioned. At these times, she often says to herself, "She doesn't know how to pretend now?" I hope she will come again. But by the second year of Xinzheng, she was desperate.

As the new year is coming to an end, Mrs. Wei has come to celebrate New Year's Day and is already drunk. She said that she came late because she went back to her mother's home in Weijiashan and stayed for a few days. Between their questions and answers, they naturally talked about Sister Xianglin.

"Is she?" Mrs. Wei Ruo said happily, "Now it's good luck. When her mother-in-law came to catch her back, she had already promised the sixth trade man of Hejiaao, so she carried her in a sedan chair a few days after returning home.

"Ah, such a mother-in-law!" The fourth aunt said in surprise.

"Ah, my wife! You are the wife of a big family. What does it mean to be a mountain dweller or a small family? She has a little uncle and has to marry a wife. If you don't marry her, do you have the money to make a bride? His mother-in-law was a shrewd and capable woman. She had a lot of plans, so she married the land to Lishan. If it was given to the villagers, there would not be much money; only few women would marry into the deep mountains and sags, so she got eighty thousand. Now the daughter-in-law of the second son has also married. The money spent fifty years. Apart from the cost of the wedding, there are still more than ten thousand left. Scared, you see, what a good plan?..."

"Sister Xianglin is willing to obey?..."

"There's nothing to do with it. —— Anyone who makes a noise always makes a noise. Just tie a bundle of rope into the sedan chair, carry it to the man's house, pinch the corolla, worship the hall, close the door, and it's over. But Mrs. Jinglin was really out of the ordinary. It was said that she had made a lot of trouble at that time. Everyone said that she was different because she had done something in the school house. Madam, we've seen a lot: returnees get married, crying out, saying they want to find life and death, carrying them to the men's house and making a fuss, even the candles have been smashed. Sample Lin Lao is unusual. They say she just howled and scolded all the way to Hejiaao. Her throat is dumb. Pulling out the sedan chair, the two men and her little uncle pressed her hard and could not worship her. When they carelessly let go, Ah, Amitabha, she bumped her head into the corner of the incense case, hit a big hole on her head, blood flowed, used two handfuls of incense ash, wrapped in two pieces of red cloth and could not stop the bleeding. Until the seven hands and eight feet of her and the man in the new room, or curse, ah ah ah, this is really... She shook her head and dropped her eyes.

"What happened later?" The four maidservants also asked.

I heard that I didn't get up the next day. She raised her eyes and said.

"What happened later?"

Later? —— Get up. By the end of the year, she had a child, a man, who was two years old for the New Year. In my mother's house these days, someone went to Hejiaao and came back to say that they saw their mother and son, their mother and son were fat, and there was no mother-in-law at the top, all men had the strength to do their work, and the house was their own. —— Alas, she's really lucky."

Since then, the four aunts no longer mentioned Sister Xianglin.

But one autumn, about two New Year's Eves after getting the good news from Sister Xianglin, she stood in front of her fourth uncle's house again. There is a buckwheat basket on the table, with a small bedding under the eaves. She was still wearing a white rope, a black skirt, a blue jacket, a white waistcoat and a blue and yellow face, but the blood had disappeared from her cheeks. Along her eyes, there were tears on her corners, and her eyes were not as spiritual as before. And still led by Wife, she showed her compassion and said to her four aunts in a floppy way:

"... This is really called `the weather is unexpected'. Her man is a solid man. Who knows that when he is young, he will be ruined by typhoid fever? Originally good, eat a bowl of cold rice, relapse. Fortunately, she had a son; she could do it again. She could have gathered firewood, tea and silkworm. She could have kept it. Who knew that the child would take the wolf again? Spring is almost over. Wolves are coming from the village instead. Who expected that? Now she has only one naked body left. Uncle came to collect the house and chased her away. She was so desperate that she had to come to her old master. Fortunately, she has nothing to worry about now, and the wife's family is sad to change people, so I brought her here. —— I think it's much better to be familiar with the road than to be a beginner.

"I'm silly, really," said Sister Xianglin, raising her gay eyes. "I only know that when it snows, wild animals will come to the village without food in the valley; I don't know that there will be in spring. I got up early in the morning and opened the door. I took a basket of beans and asked Amao to sit on the threshold and peel them off. He's very obedient, listen to me; he's out. I chopped firewood behind the house, took rice and steamed beans. My name is Amao. I didn't respond. I went out and saw that the beans were scattered all over the place. There was no Amao of us. He didn't go to other places to play; he went everywhere to ask questions, and sure enough he didn't. I'm in a hurry. People from the central government go out to look for it. Until the second half of the day, searching back and forth to the depression, I saw a small shoe of his cinnamon on the bamboo sticks. Everyone said, "Oh, no, I'm afraid it's the wolf." He did lie in the straw steamed bun, his stomach was empty, and he was still holding the basket tightly in his hands. She then whimpered, unable to say a word.

The fourth aunt hesitated from the moment, and when she heard what she said, her eyes turned red. When she thought about it, she taught her to take the basket and cover the room. Wife Wei seemed to unload a shoulder of similar shush breath. Sister Xianglin was more relaxed than when she first came. She did not need guidance and laid the bedding tame. She has worked as a female worker in Luzhen since then.

She is still called Sister Xianglin.

This time, however, her situation has changed dramatically. Two or three days after work, the owners felt that her hands and feet were no longer as flexible as before, her memory was much worse, her face like a corpse was not smiling all day, and her four aunts'tone was rather dissatisfied. When she first arrived, the fourth uncle frowned as usual, but in view of the difficulty of hiring female workers, he did not object to it. He only secretly warned the fourth aunt that, although this kind of person seemed very pitiful, it was possible to use her to help him. She could not touch hands when offering sacrifices, and she had to cook everything by herself. Otherwise, it was unclean and the ancestors did not eat it.

The most important event in Uncle Four's family was sacrifice. Sister Xianglin's previous busiest time was sacrifice, but this time she was idle. The table was in the middle of the hall and tied up. She remembered to distribute wine glasses and chopsticks as usual.

"Sister Xianglin, put it on! I'll swing." The fourth aunt said in a hurry.

She shrank her hands and went to fetch the candlestick.

"Sister Xianglin, put it on! I'll get it." The fourth aunt said in a hurry.

She turned several circles and finally had nothing to do, so she had to walk away doubtfully. All she can do on this day is sit under the stove and burn the fire.

People in the town still call her Xianglin sister-in-law, but her tone is very different from before, and she also talks to her, but her smile is cold. She didn't pay any attention to those things. She just kept her eyes straight and told you stories that she never forgot day and night.

"I'm silly, really," she said. "I only know that snow is a wild animal that has no food in the mountains and will come to the village; I don't know that spring will also have it. As soon as I got up early in the morning, I opened the door, took a basket of beans and asked Amao to sit on the threshold and peel them off. He is a very obedient child, listen to my words; he went out. I chopped firewood behind the house, washed rice and steamed beans. My name is,'Amao!' No. When I went out, I saw that the beans were scattered all over the ground, and there was no Amao. Everywhere, No. I'm in a hurry. Let's go and find it. Until the second half of the day, several people went to the depression and saw a small shoe hanging from the bamboo sticks. Everyone said, it's over, I'm afraid it's the wolf; go in again; sure enough, he's lying in the straw bun, his stomach has been empty, and he's still holding the basket tightly in his hands. Then she shed tears and her voice sobbed.

The story is quite effective. Men often laugh and walk away dull when they hear it. Women not only forgive her, but also change their contempt and tear. Some old women did not hear her words in the street, so they came to listen to her tragic story. Until she spoke of sobbing, they all shed the tears that stopped at the corners of their eyes, sighed and satisfactorily commented on one another.

She just told her tragic story repeatedly, often attracting three or five people to listen to her. But soon, you all heard it very well, that is, the most compassionate old ladies chanting Buddha, there is no trace of tears in their eyes. Later, almost all the people in the town could recite her words, and they were tired of headaches when they heard them.

"I'm silly, really," she began.

"Yes, you come to the village only when you know that the snow beasts have no food in the deep mountains." They immediately interrupted her and went away.

She stood with her mouth open, looked at them with her eyes straight, and then went away as if she were bored. But she also wished to draw the story of Amao from other things, such as baskets, beans and other people's children. If she sees a child of two or three years old, she says:

"Alas, if our Amao were still there, it would be so big..."

The child was surprised to see her eyes and led her mother's skirts to urge her to go. So there was only one of her left, and finally she left. Later, everyone knew her temper. As long as there were children in front of her, she asked her with a smile and a grin.

"Sister Xianglin, if your Amao is still there, isn't it so big?"

She may not know that her sorrow has been chewed and appreciated for many days, and has already become a dregs, which is only worth being bored and spit; but from people's laughter, it seems that it is cold and sharp, and she has no need to open her mouth any more. She glanced at them without answering a word.

Luzhen will always celebrate the New Year, and it will be on fire after the twentieth of December. The fourth uncle's family had to hire a short-time male laborer this time, but he was still too busy to ask Liuma to help, kill chickens and geese. However, Liuma was a good woman, vegetarian, not killing, and only washed utensils. Her sister-in-law Xianglin had nothing to do but burn the fire, but she was idle and sat looking only at Mama Liu's washing utensils. The slight snow is coming down.

"Ah, I'm silly," said Xianglin, looking at the sky and sighing in a monologue.

"Sister Xianglin, you are here again." Liu Ma looked at her face impatiently and said. "I asked you: Didn't the scar on your forehead be damaged at that time?"

Meet." She answered with Hu.

"I asked you: Why did you follow suit then?"

"Me?..." ,

"You. I think: It's always your own will, otherwise...

"Ah, you don't know how strong he is."

"I don't believe it. I don't believe you're so strong. I'll really beat him up. You must have been willing to do it later, but he's got a lot of strength.

"Ah, you... You try it on your own." She smiled.

Liu Ma's wrinkled face also laughed, making her shrunk like a walnut, and her small dry eyes pegged her eyes at Xianglin's forehead. Her sister-in-law Xianglin seemed very constrained. She immediately smiled and turned her eyes to see the snowflakes herself.

"Sister Xianglin, you are really not worth it." Liu Ma said secretly. "Another strong, or simply hit a death, just fine. Now, you and your second man have lived less than two years, and you've fallen victim to a big crime. You think, you're going to go to the ghost, and the two dead men are going to fight. Who are you going to give? King Yan Luo had to saw you open and share them. I think it's really..."

She had a terrible look on her face, which she had never known in the village.

"I think you'd better arrive early. You go to the land temple and donate a threshold as your stand-in. You step on it for thousands of people. Tens of thousands of people cross it. You redeem the charge of this life so that you will not die and suffer.

She didn't answer anything, but she was very depressed. When she got up the next morning, her eyes were surrounded by big black circles. After breakfast, she went to the Land Temple in the west of town to ask for the threshold of donation. At first, the temple wishes were not allowed, until she burst into tears, she reluctantly agreed. The price is twelve thousand dollars. She hasn't spoken to people for a long time, because Amao's story has long been rejected by everyone; but since she talked to Liuma, it seems that it has spread, and many people have taken on new interests and come to tease her again. As for the title, it was a new kind of scar on her forehead.

"Sister Xianglin, I ask you: How did you agree at that time?" One said.

"Alas, unfortunately, I bumped into it in vain." One looks at her scar, and should be harmony.

She knew about their laughter and tone that she was laughing at her, so she always stared at her, never said a word, and never looked back. She closed her lips all day, with the scars on her head that everyone thought were disgraceful. She ran the streets silently, swept the floor, washed the floor and washed the rice. It was almost a year before she took the money she had saved from her four aunts, converted it into twelve yuan Yingyang, and asked for leave to go to the west of town. But before a meal, she came back with a very relaxed look and a very bright eye. She said to her four aunts happily that she had donated the threshold to the land temple.

At the time of ancestor worship in the winter solstice, she did more to see her four aunts pack their sacrifices, and Annu lifted the table to the center of the hall, so she calmly went to fetch wine cups and chopsticks.

"You put it down, Sister Xianglin!" The fourth aunt spoke out in a hurry.

She shrank as if she had been fired, her face turned grey and black at the same time, and she stopped fetching candlesticks, but stood unconscious. She didn't walk away until the fourth uncle gave incense to her and taught her to walk away. This time, she changed a lot. The next day, not only her eyes fell flat, but also her spirit was worse. And very timid, not only afraid of the dark night, afraid of the shadow, even if you see people, although their owners, but also always afraid, as in the daytime cave parade mice, otherwise sitting, is a puppet man. Within half a year, my hair grew white, and my memory was especially bad. I often forgot to dig rice.

"What happened to Sister Xianglin? It would be better not to keep her then." Sometimes the fourth aunt said this to her face, as if to warn her.

Nevertheless, she always did, and there was no bright hope at all. So they wanted to send her away and teach her to go back to Wife Wei. But when I was still in Luzhen, I just said that. Looking at the current situation, we can see that it was finally implemented. But did she go out from her fourth uncle's house and become a beggar, or did she first go to Wife's house and then become a beggar? I don't know.

I woke up to the loud sound of firecrackers nearby, saw the yellow light as big as beans, and then heard the peeled firecrackers. It was my fourth uncle's family that was "blessing". I knew that it was about five o'clock. In the haze, I heard the sound of firecrackers in the distance, which seemed to synthesize the sound of a day's thick clouds, with flying snowflakes, embracing the whole town. In this loud embrace, I am also lazy and comfortable, from day to night doubts, all the blessings of the air swept away, only to feel that the heaven and earth saints enjoyed the animals and cigarettes, are drunk in the air hobbled, ready to give the people of Luzhen unlimited happiness.