First time smoking

In the afternoon of the next day, they said goodbye and did not go far. Behind them came an old woman with a red face.

She stammered like a child for a long time, and then asked: "what do you singers live on?"?

The old man, who had no chance to step out of the vast wilderness in his life, summoned up all his courage to ask questions.

She asked for her old self and for her young self.

Nervous, confused, and timid, it seemed that he had asked what a treacherous remark.

Three or five men stood under the poisonous sun, silent and tearful.

The old man panicked and waved his hands and said: don't cry, good boy... I won't ask, I won't ask.

You and I understand that this has never been a fair world.

People have different starting points, different paths, even different experiences, and different fates.

Some people accept fate, some obey it, some disobey it, and some play with it. Hope and disappointment are intertwined, and Shuer lives.

Yes, not all patients will bring happiness, not all efforts will bring success.

What others can get at will maybe just be a dream to you.

But who says you have no right to dream?

Many years ago, I had a few friends who were musicians. They carried guitars, tambourines, and Dongbula on their backs. They went deep into the hinterland of the northwest to collect the wind. They met an old woman with a frighteningly beautiful voice.

To make an inappropriate analogy: second kill all kinds of good Chinese voices.

They are greedy for the sounds of nature and spend the night in a brick house. The old woman cooks potatoes for them to eat. There is no TV, no radio, and no electric light. Everyone sings one song after another around the firewood. The old woman was silent, except for burning potatoes and singing to them. During the interval, she touched their musical instruments without speaking, and her hands were shaking.

The old man lived alone and sang songs in the wilderness all his life. It was the first time that he had so many listeners. He was so excited all night that he was at a loss.

In the afternoon of the next day, they said goodbye and did not go far. Behind them came an old woman with a red face.

She stammered like a child for a long time, and then asked: "what do you singers live on?"? The old man, who had no chance to step out of the vast wilderness in his life, summoned up all his courage to ask questions.

She asked for her old self and for her young self.

Nervous, confused, and timid, it seemed that he had asked what a treacherous remark.

Three or five men stood under the poisonous sun, silent and tearful.

The old man panicked and waved his hands and said: don't cry, good boy... I won't ask, I won't ask.

After walking a long way and looking back several times, the old woman stood like a tree in the same place, and a small black spot disappeared.

They told me the story, and I told it to many singer friends.

I asked them the same question: if you were there, how would you answer the old man's question? "What do you singers live on?"

A hundred people have a hundred answers.

Some of them have held a concert in the Beijing Workers' Stadium and have millions of fans. Some have been on the main stage of the music festival and held a national tour. Some are resident singers in nightclubs, some are working in small bands, and some are singing in underground passages.

The last time I asked this question, I got the most special answer.

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Lincang, a small city in Southwest Yunnan, is located on the Tropic of cancer. It has a subtropical climate and is rich in tea, rubber, and sugar cane.

The last brother who answered my question was born there.

His parents were not highly educated, and when they named him, they did not cite scriptures. They just casually chose the most common name: Amin.

In his short childhood, Amin was a little boy who was not loved by his parents.

There is no way. The world is hard and the family is too poor to support Amin. When he was one year old, he was just weaned and was placed at his grandmother's house.

My grandparents love Amin very much. In a sense, they almost replace my parents.

Amin's grandmother's parents didn't go back to primary school until he was seven years old.

I have just studied for a semester and my family is ruined.

His father was addicted to gambling and lost all his meager property. His mother threatened to die. His father never repented, and the family broke up.

Amin dropped out of primary school after only half a year. Before he could even memorize the alphabet, his mother sent him back to his grandmother's house again.

My grandfather and grandmother are old and sick. They can't do heavy physical work. They rely on their two uncles to work in the fields, and the family can barely get enough food and clothing. Unfortunately, the house leak was rained by night. The two ignorant uncles were so poor that they dared to take risks. They committed robbery and were put in prison.

The duty of taking care of his grandparents fell on Amin, who was just above the table.

The most important possessions in the family are a cow, a pig, and a dozen chickens and ducks.

Every morning at seven or eight o'clock, Amin gets up. After breakfast, he will drive the cattle to the far hillside to put them. When the cattle are looking for grass on the hillside, Amin drills into the damp mountain to look for wild grass for pigs.

The chickens and ducks raised at home can't be eaten, and the eggs can't be eaten. To exchange for oil and salt money, Amin is worried that his grandparents have no meat to eat. He often runs to the terraced fields to trap water birds after he has beaten the pig grass.

It is not troublesome to trap the water birds. Tie the horse's tail to a wooden stick to make a small trap. Put it in the place where the water birds often haunt. Wait until you get into the trap. The trouble is to set up a mechanism and find a route where water birds often haunt. This often takes half a day. Amin often doesn't return home until after dark. His grandmother often scolds him. After scolding them, his grandmother holds him still.

The waterbirds have little meat. After they are stretched and opened, all they can eat is two wings and two bird legs. Chopsticks are used to pinch them from Grandpa's and grandma's bowls to Amin's bowls, and then they are pinched back.

Under the dim yellow light, the three people pushed each other and said nothing.

The family situation has not improved for many years, and Amin has never returned to school to herd cattle, feed pigs, and shoot waterfowl. Day by day, he grows taller year by year. He is simple and ignorant.

The valley is silent, and insects and birds are singing. Amin has no playmates and learned to talk to himself early.

He sang to himself. Humming blindly, many folk tunes are self-taught, and the more they sing, the louder they become.

There was no one in the field, and the cattle were eating grass quietly. They were the only audience. Ah, Ming sang seven songs and eight songs, and he sang with a good voice.

At the age of 15, Amin was almost 1.7 meters tall. He and his grandparents went to help a farmer in the stockade plant rice seedlings. At the end of work in the evening, he received five yuan of wages for the first time. Other people gave him the wages of an adult and no longer treated him as a child.

When he was happy, he suddenly realized that he had finally grown up.

Also aware of this is the gambler's father, who came to visit Amin, shouting "son" in his mouth and looking at a solid labor force. After some hard work, Amin was dragged back to his father's house from his grandparents' house.

Although he was tall, his mind was small. After entering the door, he looked at the dilapidated walls and the worn-out furniture. His heart was confused. He did not know whether to be sad or happy. The younger brother, who was lying on the ground doing his homework, raised his head. The two strange brothers stared at each other and were silent.

The younger brother came over and put his hand into his pocket to take out food. Amin stood still and let him take it< a href=” http://www.mengruan.com ”>Sunset net</a>

In the evening, a disheveled young man walked into his home. He was his brother who had just returned from work at the construction site.

The elder brother didn't have to look him in the eye. He shouted his name, and there was nothing more to say. Amin tried hard to recall. He was startled. Why couldn't he remember his brother's name?

The whole family sat down to eat together. Unlike the grandparents, no one put food in his bowl. The chopsticks stretched out a little slowly, and the dishes were out. Amin thought that after he left, his grandparents would no longer have water bird meat to eat. He was rubbed hard in his heart.

During dinner, my father and my brother always discussed the issue of Amin's work. They did not shy away from it, nor did they care whether Amin had the right to choose. Their philosophy was simple: you are a member of this family. Since you have grown up, it is natural for you to earn money to support your family.

A few days later, their father and brother began to take Amin to the construction site to do odd jobs. Moving bricks and sifting sand does not require any skills, but only physical strength. Amin is small and has not learned how to steal work and save labor. He is willing to work hard, and his salary has increased from 5 yuan to 15 yuan a day. He works for half a year, and his hands are covered with cocoons.

On the night of new year's day in 2000, the construction site rushed to work and worked overtime. Amin stood in the scaffolding to usher in the new millennium.

My brother and a group of workers came over, took the cigarette from his mouth, and handed it to him, saying: it's the new century. Ah, Ming has only been in primary school for half a year, and he doesn't understand what the new century is.

There are fireworks in the distance, and there are exploded firecrackers in the dark. The construction site is noisy, and the sound in the distance can not be heard. Amin was suddenly excited. He said: the festival is over. Let me sing you a song.

The workers looked at him strangely, but no one answered. The brother smiled and walked away.

Amin looked at their backs and opened his mouth to sing. The cement truck rumbled and quickly swallowed up his voice.

He raised his hand, swallowed a mouthful of smoke, and choked so hard that he could not hold the cart.

Amin was 15 years old and smoked for the first time.