Every morning, when the sky outside begins to turn white and the birds under the eaves of the wall begin to chat with their friends, I always hear on time the sound of a song starting from the alley across the street. "Repair gas stoves, rice cookers, pressure cookers, water heaters..." shouted loudly, accompanied by the "crunch, crunch" sound of bicycles, as they exited the alley and slowly disappeared at the end of the street.
I know that the loud shout of "Repair gas stoves, water heaters, rice cookers, pressure cookers..." is the fat man Jinxian who lives in the alley across the street from my house. He goes out to walk around. I went to work in the alley.
Time is really like running water!
Fatty is a migrant who has been renting in our small town on the lake for a long time and is engaged in the maintenance of small household appliances, gas stoves, etc. Listening to the fat man's shouts go away, I counted on my fingers and found that, unknowingly, I had been neighbors with the fat man for more than 20 years. This was something I had never thought of before.
To be honest, even though I have been neighbors with Fatty for nearly twenty years, to this day, I really don’t know his name. He has never told me, so I just I haven't asked him about it, and I usually call him Fatty. However, one time during a casual chat, I accidentally learned that he was a Jinxian and a Wenggang native of Jinxian. This made me interested in dating him. Regarding this point, I don’t do it for anything else, but because Jinxian Wengang Town in Jiangxi Province is the famous “Hometown of Writing Brush” in my country. It has always been called the “Chinese Writing Capital” by the world. It can be said that It is a place that is famous all over the world.
Not only that, Wengang is also the hometown of Yan Shu, a famous writer and politician in the Northern Song Dynasty. He was a famous poet who was once a famous prime minister in the Northern Song Dynasty. At that time, Yan Shu led the entire literary world of the Northern Song Dynasty with his wonderful words, verses and chapters. He is especially good at Xiaoling's chanting. His style is subtle, graceful, mellow and calm, and has a rich and noble atmosphere. His son Yan Jidao, together with him, was called "Dayan" and "Xiaoyan" by the world.
Yan Shu was not only good at poetry and poetry, but also good at poetry and prose. Because his style of poetry is similar to that of Ouyang Xiu, who was good at using small phrases to express the love between men and women, parting and lovesickness, singing, dancing and feasting, he was put together with Ouyang Xiu by later generations and called "Yan Ou". ". The number of Yan Shu's works during his lifetime was not large, as most of them have been lost. Only fragments of "Zhu Yu Ci", "Yan Yuan's Posthumous Documents" and "Lei Yao" are left in the world.
Yan Jidao is the son of Yan Shu. He is also one of the important representatives of the "Graceful School" poets in the Northern Song Dynasty in my country. Although his style of writing is quite similar to that of his father, Yan Shu, his brilliant achievements in literary creation far surpass that of his father. He can only go beyond that! It can be seen that Yan Jidao was also deeply loved by later generations.
Based on the above factors, and the fact that I myself have always been fond of "Yan Ci", I cannot help but remember Fatty's hometown, which is so enviable and admired. Entering Xianwen Port.
When Fatty first came here, his body was not as bloated as it is now. He is of medium height, with a strong body, and a pair of seemingly small but shining eyes, showing his shrewdness and ability. He first lived in the third house of my wife's house for a few years, and then moved to the house next to the third house, and lived in the second house for a few more years. He was separated from me by two front houses facing the street. , living next to each other for about seven or eight years. Usually, Fatty and I would bump into each other on the road without incident. We would always say hello and say hello to each other before passing by. Or when nothing happened, we would find a place to sit nearby and chat for a while. Every time we talked about interesting things about the shore, the two of us sometimes laughed and sometimes burst into tears. We suddenly became forgetful, so much so that it often delayed the fat man when he went out to get work.
One time, I asked the fat man, why do you always go out and hang out when others are eating, but stay indoors and rest in the morning and afternoon? Fatty told me that this is what makes him different from all of us. He said that for the homes he repaired, the owners who had problems usually asked him to come and repair the homes after hearing his shouts when they were at home. If he went out for a walk in the morning or afternoon, the owners of those homes would have gone to work. , it’s useless for him to go out and walk around, right? Therefore, when others came home from get off work to eat and rest, he would go out by himself to wander around and pick up jobs in the streets and alleys, which he did for decades without interruption.
Only then did I understand the reason why Fatty always went out to find work in the morning, noon and evening.
So, in front of the fat man, I imitated his shouting style and tone and said, "Repair the gas stove, water heater, rice cooker, pressure cooker..." After that, I smiled and said to the fat man, Fatty Ah, to be honest, your shouts are actually more loved by people than the few orders of Lao Yan’s family. You have solved the worries and problems of so many families! How much convenience it provides to the residents.
The fat man also smiled and said to me, you really have some taste in shouting. It's just that your Mandarin in Poyang Lake is too different, and it doesn't sound very authentic. It's not as good as my authentic Nanchang dialect, where the "Jinxian accent" is more rhythmic and flavorful.
You say it’s good that I help others solve their problems, but I also get paid from them. Don’t forget, it is my responsibility and obligation to provide services to them. Without them, our family would not be able to eat or drink anything. ? What do you use to pay the rent? They are all my parents who provide me with food and clothing!
After listening to the fat man’s words, my heart trembled slightly, and I was inexplicably moved. I deliberately raised my voice to grab the fat man and said, if I could shout as melodiously and rhythmically as you, I should go out and grab the food from your bowl. Wouldn’t I have one more way to make a living? No wonder my friends often say that listening to me singing at KTV is like hearing the gas stove repairman coming on the street... The fat man was stunned after hearing this, and pointed at me with his finger, you... We both couldn't help but laugh heartily at the same time.
Calculating, the fat man should be a few years older than me. He was born in the early 1950s. Now, he has already passed the age of sixty, but he still does it every day. As usual, Li rode his old bicycle, which was jingling except for the bells, and walked around the streets and alleys, looking for work. I have tried to persuade him several times to buy a new bicycle or use an electric car for transportation. He told me that it was not that he did not want to buy a new bicycle to ride, but that he had also bought a new bicycle for use. Unexpectedly, in less than a month, one day, he locked his bicycle downstairs in a community and went upstairs to help someone repair the water heater. When he came downstairs, the bicycle was missing. He had to walk home. So he thought it was better to use an old car. The old car was fine and no one would care about it no matter where he put it. So, he bought an old bicycle that was sold as scrap from a scrap collection station in the north of the city and pushed it. After returning home, he fiddled with it and repaired it carefully. It has been used by his feet until now. Now he no longer has to worry about losing the car. After saying that, he actually smiled at me a little proudly.
After listening to the fat man’s words, I shook my head helplessly and said with emotion, this is really in line with the old saying, don’t be afraid of thieves stealing, just be afraid of thieves missing you.
Now, the Fatty family has not gone far. He lives in the alley opposite my house. When I go out for morning exercise in the morning, I will meet him pushing his bicycle out of the alley at the intersection. He grabs the bicycle handle with one hand and holds the microphone to his mouth with the other hand and starts shouting for the first time in the morning: "Repair the gas stove, water heater, Rice cooker, pressure cooker..."; If it's noon or evening on any day, and I get home from work earlier, I'm sure to meet the fat man at the intersection of the alley going out to do some work, and I'll also hear his voice "Fix the gas" Stoves, water heaters, rice cookers, pressure cookers..." shouted.
More than twenty years have passed in a flash. We have become accustomed to hearing the fat man's loud shouts every day to "repair gas stoves, water heaters, rice cookers, pressure cookers...". His magnetic shouts and his hurried back have long been engraved in our hearts. At the same time, they have also become an eye-catching landscape of life in this small town on Poyang Lake where I live.
If one day, I suddenly don’t hear the fat man’s shout when he goes out, I will whisper in my heart, what’s wrong with this fat man? I would go to his rental house in the alley opposite after get off work to see if he was feeling uncomfortable again.
I really like to hear Fatty’s distinctive words “Repair gas stoves, water heaters, rice cookers, pressure cookers…” shouted loudly, and that will not change in the days to come. This is just like Yan Shu's poem "Picking Mulberries" that I like: "Last night the west wind blew fiercely in the Wutong trees, and the light moon was dim. I was frightened by my good dreams, and there was a sound of wild geese from a tall building somewhere." That cry on the street, wasn't it? Is there a fresh, melodious, charming, melodious, and extremely short "Xiao Ling" floating in the sky over Lake City?