"Xiao Jun, Xiao Jun, wake up..."
A childish voice kept ringing in Guan Xiaojun's ears, which made him upset. "Sleeping doesn't make people sleep well, and it's boring..."
He rolled up and sat up. The words he wanted to swear at were swallowed by him. He was dumbfounded on the spot and came back to himself for a long time.
"What's wrong with you, Xiaojun?"
The girl opposite thought Guan Xiaojun was a little stunned when he woke up, but she didn't care. She held him up and said, "Well, it's getting dark, let's go home!"
After being pulled up by the little girl, Guan Xiaojun looked at the girl in front of him, who was wearing a red T-shirt and green shorts, and cautiously and tentatively shouted, "Sister?"
The little girl smiled sweetly, reached out to pet Guan Xiaojun, touched his head, and replied crisply, "Ah --"
She looked at Guan Xiaojun and lengthened the tone of the word "ah". The tail of the voice rippled in the air for a long time before slowly dissipating.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the girl's small palm sized face, reflecting a faint red halo. The breeze blows, and the little girl's ear length short hair gently undulates like water grass in the water.
Guan Xiaojun rubbed his eyes and turned to the girl's little hand in front of him. "Sister, what are we doing here?"
After being grabbed by Guan Xiaojun, the little girl twisted her body. With the other hand, she gently tapped Guan Xiaojun's head and said with a smile, "Don't make any noise! Help me drive the sheep home quickly, and then I will go home to cook!"
Guan Xiaojun stood on the spot, looking around.
There is a river several tens of meters wide in front of us. The long water grass on the small beach in the middle of the river is just like swaying with the wind. Several white water birds stand on it, staring blankly, as if thinking about something. Occasionally, one of them stretched his neck and flapped his wings to fly to the sky, landing on another beach not far away.
The river is covered with green grass. On the uneven grass, there are several green goats bending their heads to chew grass. The little girl who just knocked Guan Xiaojun's head is holding a whip to drive away the sheep. Several young sheep are bleating and running towards Guan Xiaojun.
Looking into the distance, the curved river in the curved river channel sparkles with bits of broken gold in the setting sun. From time to time, there are small fish jumping out of the water and then falling rapidly, causing ripples.
At the nearby riverway near the riverbank, there is a big thick willow tree. At this time, the leaves on the willow tree shake slowly in the breeze, and the cicadas' chirp comes from the tree intermittently. Occasionally, a startled cicada flies up with a rapid cry, and scatters a row of visible urine in the air.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Guan Xiaojun's body could not help shivering. He slowly knelt on the ground, reached out and pulled a piece of grass from the ground, put the grass on the tip of his nose, and slowly closed his eyes.
The fragrance of the grass is so real that you can't doubt that it is a dream.
Watching the little girl driving the goat slowly towards him, watching the tail of the blue gray goat swing from time to time, pulling out sheep dung eggs while walking, watching his small palm and the yellow sandals sewn many times under the small soles of his feet, Guan Xiaojun couldn't help crying on the ground!
Many times, when Guan Xiaojun feels the boundless pressure of life and the difficulty of seeing the dawn, he hopes that what he is facing is just a nightmare. When he wakes up, he finds that he just fell asleep on the desk when he was at school. All the joys and sorrows are just a dream, and the teacher on the platform is still talking loudly
Although this idea is just a weak emotion of escaping from reality, it is really Guan Xiaojun's own real idea.
Guan Xiaojun has thought about a question more than once. If everything could be repeated, what would he be like?
Unfortunately, there is no if in life. The river of time is always just forward, not backward. Even if it is backward, people's memories will also flow backward. In fact, nothing can be changed unless everything can be reversed.
Now, he really has a chance to start again!
He actually went back to his childhood, and the young sister was herding sheep by the river, so he should have fallen asleep on the green grass.
The experience of more than 40 years ago was like a big dream, and the children of five or six years old lying by the river dreaming finally woke up.
"Baa, baa..."
A few lambs in front walked on the green grass and ran briskly. They woke up Guan Xiaojun, who was full of thoughts. Looking up, his sister Guan Yang was holding the old goat with one hand and gently waving the whip with the other, slowly approaching from far to near. The red sun behind reflected the sunset, and the fire burned the clouds red through the sky for half a day.
"This is my sister!"
Watching Guan Yang coming slowly, Guan Xiaojun's tears flowed out again, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Many years later, because of a series of impulsive choices, I was very unhappy, wasted half my life, and accomplished nothing. I reluctantly worked as a small director in the unit, but I was always caught in the trap. I was short tempered, and I was about to hit people when I stared. Therefore, my popularity was not very good, and I could not get promoted straight away.
My house is small, and my elder sister takes care of the old people in my house. My sister quarrels with her husband every day. For more than ten years, I feel that my sister is the most sorry.
He was in a daze, when suddenly his eyes darkened. Guan Yang, who was holding a whip, had already stood in front of him, "What's wrong with you, Xiaojun? Why are you crying?"
Guan Xiaojun stood up slowly and said with a smile, "Sister, I'm fine. I just lost my eyes!"
"Oh, I will blow for you!"
Guan Yang loves his younger brother very much. Although she is only three years older than Guan Xiaojun, she already looks like a little adult. She stretched out her small hand to open Guan Xiaojun's eyelids, pinched her mouth and blew hard. Her dark round eyes looked at Guan Xiaojun and said, "Are you better?"
Guan Xiaojun couldn't stop crying, "Okay, okay, it's all right!"
"Why are you still crying?"
"I just want to cry!"
"Why are you crying? I didn't bully you!"
"It's all right, sister, let's go home!"
"Well, put away the mat and let's go home together."
The afterglow of the setting sun on the river beach drew the figure of two little people to the elder. Guan Xiaojun followed Guan Yang, carrying a roll of straw mat, climbed over the mound covered with grass, walked along a small slope to the gap of the river bank, crossed the river bank, and then passed through a small forest. A small village came into view.
At this time, the village was different from the village where the red walls and green tiles stood several floors later. Today's village as a whole was a piece of yellow soil. Basically, all the people's courtyard walls were lifted with soil mixed with straw. At the top of the wall, cactus pieces the size of palms were planted, which is called prickly pot cake in local dialect.
Before Guan Xiaojun went to junior high school, he had always thought that all cacti in the world were in this shape, and only later did he know that cacti had many shapes.
When they reached the village head, they could find a blue white stone mortar standing under the big willow at the village head, which was used by the villagers to pound rice.
There is also a roller beside the stone mortar, on which several sparrows are jumping to peck at the grain chips.
Some people in the village have already driven the donkey cart back from the fields. There are still scattered ears of wheat left on the cart board. A gray telegraph pole stands not far away. A big gray horn is installed on the pole. There are several transparent holes in the big horn, which was shot by Guan Xiaojun's father, Guan Yunshan, with an air gun.
At this time, a piece of opera was playing on the loudspeaker, and the voice of Hai Lianchi came out from the loudspeaker, "Xiao Cang, I left Dengfeng County, and I suffered from hunger all the way..."
In the sound of the opera, Guan Yang waved his whip to drive the sheep into a tall red gate tower. The gate tower was very eye-catching in the whole village. Under the gate stood two stone drums, one of which was damaged and one of which was missing. It was hit by Guan Yunshan's careless driving.
The sister and brother had just entered the yard when they saw a very tall red faced man with a cigarette in his mouth. At this time, the red faced man grinned after seeing the sister and brother, "Yang Yang, Xiaojun, come here, what is this?"
He took out a red sesame shaped tumbler from a Wuling tractor in the yard and handed it to Guan Xiaojun, "Do you like it?"
He is Guan Xiaojun's father, Guan Yunshan.
