The saying that youth is not flourishing in the age of food and clothing, most people's hearts have not even made a move, they have fast forwarded to the stage of living together, and when they react, they sluggishly spit at the pig's head in front of them: My youth was wasted.

Cheng Qingdou knows the word youth, and she is in her prime.

She held up the storybook and asked her second brother: "Why do you say youth is in vain?"

The second brother replied: "I have never met love, and I have never experienced it vigorously."

Love? Vibrant? These six words alone were enough to make Aomame dazzled.

Aomame blurted out like she was dreaming: "What is love?"

Cheng Qingsong and Feng Rongrong were in the period of passionate love, so they gave their girl a sour reply: "Love is meeting the right person at the right time."

Huh? Aomame doesn’t know what is the right time or the right person, but at this moment, it must be the wrong time.

Mother Wu Huiping's ears pricked up, her eyebrows raised, and she slapped Qingdou on the butt of her daughter, "Love? How old are you? Please read those books to me again! Just say you can't listen to the radio! A good girl is being treated like this

The sound of Mi Mi is causing harm! I am possessed! How old are you? Are you still in love?"

Qingdou rubbed oil on her feet and ran away. Maybe she didn't know at what stage her love happened, but after getting along with her mother for a while, the relationship between Qingdou and Wu Huiping had progressed to the point where they were spanked if they disagreed.

In the 1900s, students were ashamed to mention that love and theft were the same crimes.

She didn't dare to go crazy in school, and couldn't hold back her gushing curiosity, so she asked secretly.

In the information she collected intermittently, love and marriage are equated.

A married neighbor (Lin Fenfang) who did not want to be named said to Qingdou: "Love is to find a healthy partner who does not have hepatitis A or B, and then give birth to a fat child who does not have hepatitis A or B, and the family can live in peace and prosperity."

"Ask a few more questions, "Love has become a bigger house, living separately from the elderly, so that the children can have their own room.

Another married neighbor (Meng Ting) who did not want to be named said to Qingdou: "Love is about living together through thick and thin. The most important thing is that no matter what has happened to you, this person will accept it. 'Love' is not in this life,

Not the next life, but also the previous life." After asking a few more questions, love turned into two stubborn crystal tears in his eyes.

Aomame didn't dare to ask anymore. If she continued to ask, she was no longer curious about the word love.

She pulled over Zhiduo Xinghuzi and asked him what love is?

The guy took half a step back and looked at her with a ghostly look: "Are you really possessed? Your mother told me not to play with you recently, saying that you are crazy. You say stupid things every day."

Cheng Qingdou kicked his heels and was about to feign anger when he took off his acting skills and said, "Are you kidding me? Are you angry? Hey, don't go. Didn't you ask me a question? What's the question?" Hu Zixu stroked his beard,

Pretending to be profound, "Oh, what is love? Why is it so disgusting?"

Aomame stared at his barren chin, carefully waiting for the answer.

Huzi opened and closed his mouth, mumbling, and poured out a lot of useless nonsense. From Baodai talking about Linghu Chong and his junior sister, Qingdou forgot what he was asking and just held his chin up and listened to his nonsense.

Aomame still doesn't know what love is. This word is like wind, tangible and intangible, a riddle that cannot be guessed no matter what.

In her youth, this word was like a passing wind that would run away as soon as it blew, leaving behind a lot of historical problems. Cheng Qingdou’s name was an attributive word - "a crazy girl who knows how to ask about love at a young age".

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On the New Year's Day of 1990, Cheng Qingdou witnessed the first love in her life.

She stood at one end of the hay and watched the red line of fire stretching to the other end. She did not realize that it was also from this winter that China entered the carnival of the end of the century.

Seventeen-year-old Aomame knows a little bit about everything, but not very much about anything. She always likes to hold a book. The biggest calculation every day is how long can she read in bed? How many nights can the flashlight battery last?

The book is full of typos, the pages are scratchy, and the ink is smoky, just like this damn day, but the story and the people in the story are so sweet.

At this moment, she stood at the happy ending of the third-rate story, with tears in her eyes, and she believed that this was love.

Firecrackers thundered, and the smell of sulfur filled the air.

Children screamed and villagers joked.

The newlyweds smiled at each other and walked out of the new house hand in hand.

A large plastic red flower is pinned to the bride's ear, and the stars in the sky tremble on the branches, making the newlyweds in brocade attire even more beautiful and charming.

The groom wears the most fashionable three-quarter-parted slicked back hair, and his gray striped suit is new and crisp, and you can see that the size is not right. Fortunately, he has a suave and elegant temperament, and his flaws are not hidden.

Cheng Qingdou, wearing a new taupe-colored coat, stood at the head of her neighbors, covered her ears with tears in her eyes, and fell into her own spiritual carnival. She completely forgot how embarrassed she looked when she went to a tailor shop with this suit in her arms two days ago.

After going through all the pains of a difficult childhood, the happiness at this moment of experiencing Qingdou is sweeter than rock candy in a glass jar. The tears are sweet, hot, and lively.

According to customs in the village, building new houses and weddings and weddings are important matters of honor. Every family breaks away from the habit of scrimping on food and clothing, and goes to extreme extravagance when it comes to this event. They would rather borrow money than lose money to show off.

This wedding of the Cheng family showed off to the countryside, with a grand display, four cold basins, eight kinds of dishes, snacks and fruits, and a large bowl of sweet soup. There was a lot of the same, and everything was fancy.

Coupled with the new decoration of the old house, it can be said to be a double happiness.

The villagers have always had big feasts and small snacks. When they met the fancy people who moved from the city, they were full of smoke and wine. They were full of praise, sipping every bite, and pocketing the food while eating.

The villagers of the Cheng family had a mellow atmosphere. With the reform and opening up and the resumption of the college entrance examination, a few people gradually left to work in coastal areas. Even so, it is still rare for the Qingdou family to move their families to cities and towns.

With long-lost smiles and thin red envelopes, relatives and neighbors in the past tried to evoke memories of Aomame's hometown with every little detail from her childhood.

Facing the simple and unfamiliar faces, Aomame nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice, pretending that everyone was an old acquaintance.

She was immersed in the forgotten plot of her growth, smiling with her dimples deep, until Wu Huiping stuffed her with a bamboo basket of wedding candies and an aluminum lunch box, and her joyful heart suddenly died down like a mighty squib.

Qingdou gave up on "building the Great Wall" in frustration, and like a servant girl, was put on a donkey cart, packed up her luggage, and headed for the town.

She carefully protected her new clothes for fear of getting dirty, so she struggled and asked, "Can't we let Qing Zhi go?"

Wu Huiping was so busy that he had no time to pay attention to her. He said hello to her buttocks, and a thick muffled sound came from his palm: "Hurry! Go early and come back early." After saying this, he felt uneasy and grabbed the eldest girl and told her, "Follow you more."

Big brother talks about conversation, he is thinking about you."

Qingdou knew that her eldest brother was thinking about her. It was just a cold day and a happy day.

She glanced outside and asked cautiously: "Mom, can I go by car?"

The second brother borrowed two cars when he got married. Apart from the rare Beijing 130, many people from all over the country came here to buy this Santana.

"Can you think of it?" That thing is so expensive! I can't afford to lose everything if I hit it!

Qingdou cleverly caught Wu Huiping's rising voice, rubbed oil on his feet, and said hello to Brother Shitou, whom he met for the first time, "Brother, it's a cold day, please excuse me!"

Shitou drank some white wine, his cheeks were flushed, and he waved his hand honestly: "It's okay, I'm going to town by the way."

"Everyone is responsible for saving food" were written in large Yunnan red characters on the hollow wall of the low house. There were small red brick characters in the corner. Qingdou squinted and saw clearly the crooked "Li Ming is the eight-jie of the tyrant".

She pursed her lips quietly, holding back a knowing huff.

She used to do this often. In the 1980s, the concept of public property was not yet accepted by the public, so she wrote wherever she went.

Her emotional handwriting is everywhere on the trees on the ground on the Xiaonan city wall. The second brother even followed these crooked small words and found her who ran away from home under the bridge.

Lone trees slant beside the criss-crossing ditches, and the donkey cart bumps and bumps. Like the red light radio pressing the volume button, the firecrackers and laughter are lowered one by one, and the characters in the field of vision are blurred into shadows.

red.

It's really cold all year round, and green beans are most afraid of winter.

She fixed the basket between her legs, retracted her mouth and nose into her collar, exposed her eyes, and looked at the hometown that suddenly collapsed in her memory.

Brother Shitou spoke in his native accent and tried to straighten his tongue: "Zeng (city) is flatter than us (here), right?"

The wind was blowing loudly, but Aomame didn't hear it clearly at first, so she reacted and quickly denied it.

After drinking, Brother Shitou sighed with emotion, saying that the wedding was so grand and he had never seen the dishes that were waiting for the matchmaker yesterday. He asked her where she got the cook, and he also wanted to invite his child to the 100-day banquet.

This matter was all caused by the second brother and mother, and Qingdou didn't know. Brother Shitou asked again, "Where did the new fourth (style) weapon/weapon come from?"

He was asking about the four-wheeled Santana. Aomame pretended to be a fool who didn't know what was happening outside the window, and blamed the second brother's ability, "I don't know, it was all done by the second brother."

"Qingsong is promising, give him (make) a lot of money!" Shitou turned his back to Qingdou and expressed envy. He and Qingsong were classmates who skipped classes together. Unexpectedly, one escaped to the city to make a fortune, and the other escaped into a pig pen and raised pigs.

Come.

People say that when an educated youth marries, he will have two different fates. How can a second-rate kid who skips classes have such a different fate?

The donkey cart slowly rolled over the muddy ground of Donghan. Qingdou couldn't see Brother Shitou's expression clearly, and knew that he meant no harm. But when she read this sentence, it was even more ironic.

"The first child must be sterilized within 60 days, and the second child must be sterilized within 90 days." "Newlyweds must not forget family planning when entering the bridal chamber."

The mottled slogans flashed across the eyes, stirring up memories of the bloody storm before Qing Zhi was born.

The slogan of Chengjiacun has not been updated for many years. Xiao Nancheng changed these sentences seven or eight years ago.

In the second half of the journey, the donkey was tired and its belly was working hard. It was still steaming as it drove the camel to pull the manure as big as a steamed bun.

Aomame covered her nose, holding the basket between her legs, and dug her toes in her shoes in discomfort. Shitou talked a lot after drinking, and Aomame was afraid of saying the wrong thing, and was so smoked that she couldn't open her eyes, but she was so excited that she counted the seconds. After calculating the points, we finally reached Nanbian Mountain.

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"elder brother!--"

"elder brother!--"

The zigzag brick staircase had a rugged surface and was paved irregularly. She walked very slowly last time. Today was a good day and she was in a good mood, so she stepped up the mountain in one breath.

She was panting and pushed the door open. Cheng Qingbai sat down and cold air came in through the unclosed window.

She glanced at the thin paper newly pasted on the edge of the window, and became angry: "Where is the incense money in the temple? Why don't you just replace the glass window? How old is it!"

Cheng Qingbai poured hot tea for her with a smile.

This room had just been vacated. When we moved in, there were so many cobwebs that we couldn't see clearly. It is said that the last time this room was occupied was in the Qing Dynasty, so it's not surprising that there are no new windows. Things are added to the yard once a year, so the next statistics will have to wait. Spring begins.
To be continued...