Chapter 31 The Boatman

The sun is very strong.

As the saying goes, it is easy to enjoy the cool under the big tree.

The wind penetrated thousands of vegetation, and a layer of wrinkles appeared on the river.

In an moment, I felt a burst of comfort, leaned against the tree, and fell asleep again.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun was already west, rising up in the mountains on the horizon, and finally slowly swallowed up the sun.

There was another evening breeze, and the leaves in my ears were ringing, and my stomach was also purring.

The clouds in the sky may be stained with the red haze on the upper half, or will faintly disperse, or they will be grouped.

I turned over and stood up with the pain. I was really hungry.

The river of the Minjiang River receded a little. I went deep in the mountains and found some wild fruits to satisfy my hunger. When I returned to the shore, the moon had already emerged, and several scattered stars were scattered everywhere.

In the river, the moon 'falls' inside, which is so beautiful.

I sat by the river, biting wild fruits and looking at the moon, and I missed my grandfather who was still at home. He is alone, I don't know if it's good or not.

Thinking about it, he bit the wild fruit hard and chewed it finely in his mouth.

After a while, I washed my face with water.

At this time, a song suddenly sounded, "Don't be afraid. No matter how fierce the stone and sand is, it will be full of flowers next year. I'm used to shouting the horn and getting used to speaking hometown dialect. I can't find anything called fear in our dictionary."

The song is approaching, with a strong Sichuan accent. The vicissitudes of life rushing down with the moonlight, and the corners of my eyes are a little hot.

A little fish lamp, in the middle of the river, bright, bright, and the song continues: "

Hey, let's wear evil waves

Hidazol

Hey, let's meet the torrent together

Hidazol

Hey, let's work together

Hidazol

Hey, let's climb the dangerous beach

Hidazol..."

A bamboo raft floated on the water, the bamboo pole fell into the water, and the bamboo raft came into my sight.

I have taken care of myself, and now it is the key to leave here. I shouted at the bamboo raft, "Hey, big brother, can you cross me?"

"What are you talking about?" The voice came from the river.

I continued to shout loudly, "Brother, can you give me a ride?"

"You can carry it, but I can't carry you. Wait a minute, and I'll row right over."

I answered.

With the sound of water splashing from the bamboo pole, the bamboo raft also approached. The eldest brother hung a straw hat around his neck, a sweatshirt, thick linen trousers, a pair of straw shoes, dark skin, and a fish lamp. He grinned and his teeth were very white, looking at the age of 40.

"Come on!" He said.

I stepped on the bamboo raft with one foot. I almost didn't stand firm and turned over and fell down. The eldest brother helped me and said, "You have to stand firm! I'm going to sail."

I balanced my lower body, and the water surged up from the cracks in the bamboo raft and drowned my ankle.

Big brother continued to sing: "

A battle without enemies but relatives,

The weapon is the greeting of all yellow skin.

a handful of hard bones, two taels of old liquor,

We fought to the end.

How difficult Shu is

We also just shout the horn,

Sichuan Road is dangerous

At most, it's rubbing our clothes.

God can convict at will,

We don't know how to kneel,

Life and death are just a doze."

I listened quietly, and I couldn't help asking, "Brother, what kind of song is this? It's so beautiful!"

The boatman touched the back of his head and said with a simple smile, "This is our brother Chuanjiang. All our sailors will roar."

"Brother, can you teach me to roar?" I asked.

The boatman agreed boldly.

Then he sang a sentence, and I sang a sentence: "

majestic, invincible,

Sing spells together,

Let God see what our temper is,

Living is the greatest victory,

Please rest in peace,

Let the living work hard."

The boatman taught me, "You can't sing like this. You have to sing with me in Sichuan dialect, otherwise there will be no original taste."

Finally, try to sing in Sichuan dialect. But it still doesn't smell like the boatman.

I asked, "Brother, why are you still working in the river at night?"

The boatman said, "There has been a flood recently. If there is more water, there will be more fish. So I came to fish at night, and the fish at night was lazy. It's easy to be fished."

I think so. A lot of things have to be done at night.

The boatman asked me with a Sichuan accent, "What is the little brother doing here alone at night?"

I can't tell the truth, so I said, "I'm an explorer and lost my way in the mountains at night."

"Oh..." The boatman answered. Then he said, "Little brother, you are a stranger, aren't you?"

I nodded.

"No wonder, you don't know that a person dares to come here to explore," the boatman said with a lingering heart.

I suddenly became interested and asked, "What's going on here?"

Brother the boatman took a deep breath.

At this time, Haoyue was about to climb high, and the sound of splashes aroused by the bamboo pole was very crisp.

The boatman said, "This river is very evil and has drowned many people, including a master of stuffy jars (muffled water and gas) who drowned here. Many old boatmans came here by boat and sank.

I didn't notice that this river was the part of the river we had before. But there is nothing strange about it.

So I said, "Brother, there is nothing surprising here!"

The eldest brother laughed a few times and said, "Little brother is young and doesn't know how to be afraid!" Then I'll tell my little brother a story.

I simply replied, "I'm happy to listen."

Brother the boatman, coughed... coughed a few times, adjusted his throat, and began to say, "This happened a few years ago..."

There is a village nearby that has been fishing in this river for several lifetimes. Although life is not rich, we are also contented and happy, so we do not complain. During the Spring Festival, we will worship the river god.

One day, the villagers went into the river to fish as usual, but an accident happened on that day. No one went to fish returned. I don't know how they disappeared.

Then the villagers went to salvage and searched dozens of miles along the downstream, but no bodies were found.

began to spread the saying that the water ghost was all dragged away by the water ghost. The water ghost's blue-faced fangs can be eaten at the sight of people and eat a big living person in one bite.

During that time, rumors spread everywhere, and people with a radius of dozens of miles did not dare to fish in this river.

But there are still people who don't believe in evil and end up dead.

The villagers also found a mage to do magic, but it is still useless. So far, no one has visited the river.

The people in the village left one after another to find a way to live, and finally there were only a few families left.

After listening to the story, I dare not deny anything else, but I have seen a water ghost. It's obviously not a blue-faced tusks, and I can't eat a person in one bite!

What the eldest brother said is eye-catching, as if he had experienced it himself.

I'm still thinking that unless he's talking about a water ghost, it's not impossible.

I interrupted, "Why didn't the last few families move away?"

The boatman said, "I don't know, but the strangest thing is that these families that refused to leave still made a living by fishing, but later they also disappeared inexplicably and may have been eaten by water ghosts." Speaking of this, the eldest brother sighed leisurely... raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky. Suddenly, he roared again:

"Thousands of years of legend,

Never heard of death,

Only one living person crawled out of the tomb,

Is the legend true today?

Please use our breaths to witness to all the world.

I was also fascinated and didn't interrupt. After the boatman finished singing, I asked, "Brother, since this is so evil, why do you dare to come here to fish!"

The boatman laughed and said, "* China has been liberated, and we also need to break the superstition!"

I praised my eldest brother and said that he was right. The eldest brother waved his hand modestly and said, "Little brother, it's not easy to live!"

I nodded and began to change my impression of my eldest brother.

I said, "Brother, you are a sensible person, unlike me who has lived for so many years and is still confused."

The boatman said, "Don't praise me. I'm just an ordinary boatman!"

I replied, "You can't say that! With this insight of the eldest brother, I have learned a lot.

The boatman stopped the bamboo pole and waved at me.

We talked happily along the way and finally sent me to the shore. He told me that not far ahead was the village where he lived, and there were several families in the village.

When we parted, the eldest brother asked me to go to his house after entering the village.

I answered and asked, "Brother, haven't you come ashore yet?"

The boatman said to me, "Forget it, I still won't come back. I didn't get many fish. I'll be laughed at by my mother-in-law when I go back."

I laughed a few times and didn't force my brother. I watched a lonely boat disappear into my sight with the fishing fire.

I stood still for a while, and finally sighed and felt that my head was more awake.

Turn around and walk along the road pointed out by the eldest brother to the village.

The mountain path is about to be covered with weeds. It doesn't look like someone has walked through it! However, only a few families can't help but be relieved.

I walked about a miles or two on the mountain road and saw the outline of the village by the moonlight. I pulled out my legs and rushed to the village.

But when I came close, I felt something was wrong all over. The village was completely dilapidated. It didn't look like someone living there. Under the moonlight, it was even more withered and decayed!

I went to the house and tried to open the door, but when the door was pushed open, the spider web wrapped around me, and the dust kept falling down, making me keep coughing.

A bed, a table, and a kerosene lamp on the table leaked a few moonlights from the roof, and there was dust everywhere.

I shouted, "Is there anyone, anyone?" Before the words fell, a tile fell from the roof.

I hurried out.

Where is anyone here? The boatman didn't lie to me, did he? I thought to myself.

As I walked, I shouted, "Is anyone there? Is there anyone here? But no one responded. It was quiet and terrible here.

Suddenly, my shoulder was patted!

I suddenly turned around and bumped into a smiling face. I was scared and shivered all over. I hurried back a few steps and scolded, "Demon!"

At this time, I heard a voice saying, "You evil, you dead head!" Old Sun, it's me! Fat man! You don't think your head is soaked! Come and I'll check it for you."

After hearing this familiar voice, I settled down. It was Fatty Ma, who was standing in front of me with a kerosene lamp.

I was also shocked and scolded, "Fatty, don't pretend to be a ghost at night!"

Fat Ma was stunned by what I said and smiled, "Sun, I still think you are a ghost!" It's sneaky at night.

"I'm not sneaky," I replied.

Fat Ma said, "Okay, let's not talk about it, just live."

I was frozen by Fatty Ma's words, and Fatty Ma shook his hand in front of my eyes and said, "What are you doing! There are no girls or anything here.

I got used to hearing this sentence. This is Fatty Ma's nature! But Fatty Ma's words just now are also right. Just live.

After a while, I said, "Where are the two of them?"

"I went to see you, but I haven't come back yet!" Fatty Ma replied briefly.