At the age of seven, Yan met a ghost with insomnia.
The place where we met was in our own adobe house.
At that time, it was getting dark, so my parents ate dinner and went to join in the fun under the big locust tree at the head of the village. Smoke squatting in front of the stove, pulling a braised sweet potato. Suddenly, with a splash, a puff of ash came out of the stove, which made her cough and tears in her eyes.
Before the raised ash calmed down, a person, wearing a blue satin hat, a blue satin coat, blue satin trousers and blue satin uppers, climbed out of the stove. Strangely, there is no dust on the blue satin.
"You, who are you?" Smoke asked him.
"I, I am a ghost." Blue satin said.
"Ghost, what is a ghost?" Smoke then asked.
"Ghosts, ghosts are what everyone is afraid of." Blue satin said.
"Can you eat people?" The smoke is getting more and more strange.
"I don't eat people, but when people say me, my legs tremble and my face turns white. Do you say terrible? " Blue satin ghost asked with a smile.
Ruyan sighed lightly and said, "I don't know where you are terrible." But why did you climb into my chimney? "
It's the ghost of blue satin who sighs this time. He said, "Alas-alas-I have insomnia, very serious insomnia. What is insomnia, little girl? "
I don't know.
"Insomnia means that you can't sleep."
"Oh, but why can't you sleep?"
"Because I am too smart, no ghost can understand me; I am so lonely that no ghost is willing to accompany me; So I was depressed, and then I couldn't sleep. Do you know the taste of insomnia? "
I don't know. Ruyan answered honestly.
"Talking to a little girl is really tiring. Oh, that's the taste of madness and collapse! Terrible, terrible! "
"Oh, maybe it's really terrible."
"By the way, my name is sleep, which means I can fall asleep quickly. I met a very good ghost doctor today. He told me that the best way to treat insomnia is to find a warm chimney that just smoked at dusk every day and hang it upside down until four o'clock the next morning. I have been hanging upside down in this chimney for 88 years, and insomnia is guaranteed to be cured. " Said the ghost of blue satin.
"Oh, by the way, just now, why did you fall and scare me?"
"Because it is the first time to hang upside down, I am not very skilled, sorry."
"A ghost hangs upside down on my chimney, which is a fun thing. Do you like my chimney? "
"Yes, it's warm."
"That's great, you come every day, don't go to other people's chimneys."
"Will you lend me your chimney for 88 years?"
"yes." Smoke crisp voice promised.
"Oh, you are such a good girl. In any case, I will satisfy one of your wishes, no matter how much. " Ah Shui said solemnly.
"Really?"
"Really, come on, a ghost doesn't want to owe anyone a favor, let alone a little girl."
"I want a pair of long eyelashes that can flap like butterfly wings."
"That's it? Well, it's too small. In fact, you can have a lot of gold or a beautiful house. I'm really worried that you will regret it one day. "
Ah Shui, a blue satin ghost, lifted his wide sleeve and brushed it gently, leaving Yan with a pair of long eyelashes. When he fanned the wind, it was fine.
"I have to look beautiful." Touch your eyes with smoke and giggle happily.
"Yes, it's beautiful." Ah Jiao also laughed with "Ha ha".
"Hook commit suicide by hanging, never forget-"
"Don't forget to cook dinner every day. Keep the chimney warm and warm every day. "
"Very good."
"Every day in 88 years."
"Very good."
"……"
Although it is a formal hook, this ghost named water is still a little uneasy and tells me over and over again. The more simply the little girl agreed to smoke, the more uneasy he became.
Chimneys are of course warm every day.
Because my mother cooks delicious meals, breakfast, Chinese food and dinner every day.
When mom and dad went out for a stroll after dinner, the smoke spoke to the chimney in front of the stove: "Go to sleep, are you there?"
"Let's go. But please don't bother me, I want to sleep. "
The smoke won't disturb him, as long as she thinks of a ghost hanging upside down in her chimney, it's enough to make her excited.
Ironically, Ah Shui often falls down the chimney, falls into the stove chamber, and then climbs out despondently. At this time, Ah Shui is willing to talk to Yan Duo.
"Hanging upside down in the chimney must be very tiring."
"It's very comfortable, especially the warm feeling that makes people forget the sorrow."
"Is it dark inside?"
"It's dark, but when you look up, you can always see a star."
"I also want to try."
"Of course you can't try."
"……"
When Yan was sixteen, her parents died one after another.
She lives alone in this small adobe house and suffers from sadness every day. One day, she even wanted to go to another world with her parents. A Xue stopped her: "Hey, little girl, have you forgotten our agreement 1988?" How could you have the heart to leave me a cold chimney? "
Smoke often forgets to eat breakfast and lunch, but she never forgets to cook dinner.
At dusk, she sat in front of the fire.
"Smoke, I'm coming." The sound of sleep came down from the chimney and buzzed a little.
"Oh, is it still warm inside?"
"Very warm."
"Oh, then I won't bother you." Smoke stopped talking, and water stopped talking.
But Ah Shui began to hum, and his voice was hoarse. The humming song was completely out of tune, and he could only hum one: "Twinkle, twinkle, the sky is full of little stars ..."
But he hummed carefully until the smoke slowly fell asleep.
In Little Star, where A slept out of tune, Yan slept sweetly, like a child who was still loved by her parents.
Slowly, smoke came out of sadness.
Smoking is of marriageable age.
Many people propose marriage because Yan is a beautiful girl. But those people will eventually choose to leave.
Some people come, some people leave, every day.
Smoke finally too lazy to explain, put up a notice in front of the door. Many people read the newspaper, shook their heads and left.
One day, a thin boy passed by. He smiled after reading the notice posted in front of the door.
The notice reads:
If you can't guarantee to live in this adobe house all your life, please stop.
The teenager knocked at the door and went in.
In front of me is a beautiful girl, who has a pair of long eyelashes, flapping like the wings of a butterfly, fanning out a thin wind. For an instant, the teenager almost forgot to breathe.
"And you are?" The smoke lowered its eyes and asked.
"My name is chimney, which is chimney." The boy replied.
Ruyan couldn't help giggling: "Will there be such a strange name in the world? My name is smoke. "
The teenager also "haha" laughed: "Ah, our names together are chimneys."
Then red clouds float on their cheeks.
This year, Yan was twenty-two years old and Yan was twenty-two.
Chimneys live in this old house. They got married and lived happily.
On the wedding night, Ah Shui stopped humming "Little Star" and finally could be hung in the chimney wholeheartedly to treat insomnia.
About Ah Shui, Smoke didn't mention it to the chimney for fear of scaring him.
Until one day, Ah Shui fell down the chimney again. When he climbed out of the stove, he heard a frightened cry.
It's a chimney
Sleeping, climbing back to the chimney, hanging upside down, thinking sadly, it seems that such days are coming to an end. If Yan wants him to go and never come back, then go. Although a new chimney was found, the 88-year treatment period had to be restarted.
The chimney is ill.
After getting well, Yan told the chimney about the 88-year agreement in fear and trembling.
"Do you really only need a pair of long eyelashes?" Ask.
"yes."
"Oh, you are so cute." The chimney kissed Yan's forehead and said, "I will keep this agreement with you."
Later, in the older and older old houses, not only cigarettes, but also kitchen smoke and chimneys greeted Ah Shui at dusk every day.
"Go to sleep, are you there?"
"I'm coming, I'm coming, but please don't bother me."
Smoke and chimney smiled at each other.
Sweet days pass as fast as running water.
When Yan was thirty-five years old, one night he fell asleep and didn't wake up. The sun is still red.
In the old house, there are only chimneys and two children left.
Every day, he suffers from sadness. Sometimes he forgets to cook breakfast, sometimes he forgets to cook Chinese food, but he never forgets to cook dinner.
After cooking dinner, he sat in front of the stove.
"Chimney, I'm coming." The sound of sleeping came down from the chimney.
"Is it warm?"
"Very warm."
"Oh, that's great."
"Let me song for you." Water's song fell from the chimney, rough and dumb, out of tune. "Twinkle, twinkle, the sky is full of little stars ..." More than ten years have passed, and his singing has become more and more ugly.
"Like a smoke, you have sung to her before, right?" Ask.
"yes. Singing until you are married, she is no longer alone. "
"Is this the song?"
"Yes, I only know this one."
"Then I will feel better if you sing and think about cigarettes."
Ah Shui's song rolled down the chimney over and over again, and he fell asleep slowly, as if the smoke was around him.
Chimney's family came to see him, and they said, since the smoke is gone, what are you still doing here?
Chimneys will not disappear.
Many girls also came to him, hoping to marry him, because they were moved by his handsomeness and infatuation.
The chimney shook its head.
It has been more than ten years. The two children grew up, built a new house and moved away.
The chimney lives alone, and he always feels Yan sitting in a corner of the old house, smiling at him and flapping his eyelashes.
Even Ah Shui began to persuade him: "Go and live with the children. That 88-year agreement is not between me and you, so you don't need to stay here. "
The chimney smiled and said, "I'm guarding a cigarette." The agreement on cigarettes is my agreement. "
At this time, the chimney no longer needs the "little star" who slept out of tune all night, and he slowly walked out of his sadness.
Ten years later, twenty years later, thirty years later, forty years later, the adobe house in the chimney is getting more and more dilapidated, and he has to repair it every day.
Chimneys are always warm.
When Ah Shui accidentally fell down the chimney, they chatted for a while. Of course, all they talked about was cigarettes.
"Are you still thinking about cigarettes?" Xiao asked carefully.
"I think about it every minute."
"It's hard to be alone all the time."
"No, not bitter. The thought of smoke warms my heart. " The chimney smiles and then drips from the wrinkles.
"In fact, I often miss her, but I want to cry when I think about it." Ajue covered her eyes and hurried back to the chimney. ...
Fifty years have passed and sixty years have passed.
Chimney has lived alone in this small adobe house for sixty years. A person's 60 years may be longer than 600 years.
There are few such adobe houses in the village. Down and down, beautiful buildings are erected one after another.
Of course, there are no chimneys in the new building.
Where do you need a chimney? The gas stove has replaced the earthen stove, and there are only plastic pipes for discharging oil fume.
This is the only chimney left in the village.
Many years ago, in the twilight, the kitchen smoke fluttered gently over the village, which may be a picture that no one bothered to think about.
Chimney Chimney, in the morning, at noon, at dusk, still, curled up with soft and faint smoke, quietly telling the heart.
It's warm every day.
The chimney once broke its leg while collecting firewood up the mountain.
His grandchildren forced him to take him to their building, but he struggled to get back to the old house.
Every day after dinner, he sits in front of the stove, and the stool in front of the stove is where he sits with a cigarette.
"Go to sleep, are you there?"
"Come, come, but don't bother me."
The chimney then smiled alone.
On this day, Ah Shui fell headlong again and climbed out of the stove. Blue satin hat, blue satin dress, blue satin trousers, blue satin upper.
"You look so old." Ah Jiao said with a sigh.
"If I remember correctly, it is ninety-five years old. Aren't you old at all? "
"I am a ghost, how can I be old?"
The chimney said, "People get old when they get old."
Ah Jiao lowered his head and rubbed his blue satin trouser legs in his hands.
"Go to sleep, just say what you want."
Ah Jue still dawdled and didn't talk for a long time.
"If you don't tell me, I'll plug my ears."
Ah Shui finally said, "My insomnia has been cured."
"This is a good thing. You have been hanging upside down here for 88 years? "
"Well, it's exactly eighty-eight years." Xue said, "I really don't know how to thank you and your chimney." I can grant you a wish, no matter how big it is. "
"Oh, I also thank you for accompanying me for so many years. I have no other wishes except watching cigarettes. "
"Tomorrow, I may not come, later, may not come. So say goodbye. "
The chimney smiled and nodded, "Goodbye."
Ah Shui, dressed in blue satin, went back to the stove with a whoosh, and then "goodbye" fell in the chimney.
The chimney took a long breath, lay on the bed, had a big stretch, and fell asleep immediately.
He felt that his body became lighter and gradually left the ground and went to the sky.
After a while, he saw a blue satin figure.
"Didn't you say goodbye? How did you see it again? " Ask.
Ah Shui winked cunningly and said, "Yes, maybe I will see you often in the future."
The chimney was confused, but his body kept floating upwards.
"Do you want to see cigarettes?" Sleep asked.
"think."
"Then I'll take you to find it."
"Can you find it?"
"You have a long way to go sixty years apart, and some are hard to find. However, it will definitely be found. "
The chimney is sleeping in the sky, floating, floating.
I don't know how long it has been drifting.
Suddenly, the figure of blue satin disappeared.
The chimney just wanted to shout, but she saw a young girl standing in front of her, her skirt flying. How beautiful, especially those long eyelashes, flapping like butterfly wings, flapping with fine wind. A few decades ago, wasn't he attracted by such a pair of eyelashes?
"It's a cigarette-"
"Is it a chimney-"
"Smoke, you still look twenty-two."
"You too."
The chimney touched his face in surprise, but could not touch a wrinkle.
"I have been waiting for you."
"Me too."
"I miss you very much."
"Me too."
They held hands and stared at each other's faces for a long time.
"In the future, I will never be separated again."
"Don't separate."
They are holding hands and have too much to say. When they talk, they float to the higher sky and thicker clouds.
Smoke asked: "Is that insomnia cured?"
Answer: "cured."
Smoke said, "Thank you for helping me keep my 88-year agreement."
The chimney said, "I am guarding you."
Smoke said, "I miss that old house very much."
The chimney said, "I can't bear it."
The red face of the sun has just appeared, and the village where smoke and chimneys live-
The last adobe house, "Shu" is gone.
The last chimney also disappeared suddenly.
Disappeared so fast, so clean, leaving no trace.
They have existed for so long, as if they never existed.