Chapter 23 third chapter

"Your father is dead, why don't you stay at home to watch the spirit? You ran here in a hurry, with scars on your body, it can be seen that you ran very fast. Is there a leopard chasing you?" They nodded frequently, as if telling me that a big colorful leopard had indeed chased them. "Where are you going now?" "We're going to the other side of the lake!" "We're going to swim across the lake!" "There are delicious fresh fruits on the other side of the lake." "There is a nice view over the lake." After speaking, the two brothers walked into the lake water, and the lake water only covered their knees at first, and their legs were raised exaggeratedly, like two roosters walking on the snow.Muddy waves bloomed on the surface of the water, but they were silent.

The water was getting deeper and deeper, up to their arms, and it was very difficult to stand up and walk, and they were ready to bend down and swim forward at any time. "Wait for me!" I yelled, and the huge terror surging in the reed field behind me pushed me, "Wait for me, I will go with you, I am also a homeless person." The two brothers, who were more than ten meters away from the shore of the lake, stopped and turned their necks at the same time, looking at me standing on the shore and leaning forward.I heard the two of them whispering to each other, saw them raise their pink webbed hands towards me--this sudden discovery made my heart feel like a knife, and a warm blood rushed through my body. The skin is roasted hot.I rushed into the lake desperately.

I rushed over, stuck between them, supported by their left and right hands, and we walked a few steps forward. When the lake water soaked my neck, we all fell down, and the lake water immediately supported our stomachs.We were desolate and happy in the water, and the bouncy fish's mouth was pecking at my bump, making my senses form a focus there. In the middle of the night, we stood in the soft grass on the other side of the lake, allowing the water droplets on our bodies to roll down, our bodies glowing with brilliant glaze.The broad palm leaves are slightly swaying in the evening wind, and the shadows are whirling, like a beauty.Looking back at the other side of the lake, a light blue mist rises from the reeds and gradually covers the lake. Outside the reeds, that is, behind the fog barrier, there is a dog barking, which is our village.

We walked arm in arm along the lake.What exactly are you going to do?Why are you here?I have no idea.I just feel that being sandwiched between these two tall and strong bodies is a safety, a screen, a kind of ultimate purpose. We wandered until dawn, our bodies cold as ice.When the East was red, their bodies trembled, and their trembling was transmitted to my body by holding my hands tightly, and I trembled too, in keeping with their trembling rhythm, we became a whole in the trembling. The dogs on the opposite bank barked endlessly, the sound of gongs was urgent, and the sound of gunshots was like sharp knives cutting through the crisp silk.I really felt their fear and knew that they were eager to find a place of refuge.

On a cliff with a wall, a large curtain of vines with scattered yellow flowers hangs from half its waist. We hesitated for a while, and looked straight at those yellow flowers.They flicker in the twilight, like a bunch of eyes, an elegant fragrance, calmly invades the darkest place in the depths of our feelings, and shines a dim yellow halo there. Lifting up the vines, we got in without fear of the sharp thorns pricking our hands.This is a huge cave, like a place out of the Arabian Nights.There was a snorting sound in the darkness, and groups of bats were flying in the cave, their thin fleshy wings vibrated the air, making a hissing sound.

They lighted the pine lamps -- the pine lamps stuck in the walls.The flames quivered like the tail of a flamboyant pheasant.Everything is ready: a bed made of hay, polished kitchen knives, bottles and jars of colorful powder.There are some plants with dead hair strands hanging on the cave wall, the air is humid, and large drops of water are slowly forming on the strangely shaped stalactites hanging from the cave ceiling.On the slightly smoother places on the cave wall, there are symbols drawn with chalk, and there are also some crooked Chinese characters mixed in the symbols. The harsh and vicious words of gnashing teeth and hating to the bone marrow.

We sat on the bunk, sitting casually, but our muscles were tense like steel bars.The sun shines in through the gaps in the vines at the entrance of the cave.There was noise outside the cave, people's voices, dogs barking, the chains around the dogs' necks rattling, gunshots like firecrackers. "He came to catch us." "It's Lao Ruan's dog barking." "It was Lao Ruan's gunshot." "Old Ruan brought dogs and militiamen to hunt us down." "He wants to kill the grass." "What did dad say when he was dying?" I heard them recalling the scene of their father's death: the night before yesterday, my father staggered into the door of the house, and fell to the ground as soon as he stepped over the threshold.

Blood gushed out of Dad's mouth.We woke up from our sleep, we got out of the haystack where we lived, and carried Dad to the kang.The smell of garlic on Dad's body made us dizzy.We hate the smell of our father, we hate his sticky flesh, we feel that this father is incompatible with us, and there seems to be an old grudge between us and him that is difficult to resolve. Knot father and son!What is father?Punching and kicking, stinking, deep hatred, father and son have such a shameful relationship, why should we lift him up?We carried Dad to the kang, and we looked at the sticky blood that smelt like shrimp paste gushing out of his mouth in disgust, but we were helpless and helpless.Even before he died, my father did not forget to hate us. He squinted at us with hatred with his big yellow eyes, and his usual treacherous smile hung on his face.How much blood is there in a person's belly?In fact, it is endless. This is the truth that Dad told us with his practical actions.The tide of blood was turbulent, gushing out of Dad's mouth, and the gushing gushing continued to gushing out slightly intermittently, and the pool of blood on the kang made a clanging sound, as if the deep hatred of a lifetime was gushing out.With the gushing and gushing, Dad's face gradually turned from sallow to snow white, like a big silkworm that has eaten all the feces in its belly and has given birth to its full abdomen, ready to cluster.He bowed his head and raised his head three times. He said: Da Mao, Er Mao, listen to you two. Eighteen years ago, Lao Ruan raped your mother. I avenged half of this revenge, and the remaining half. It's up to you to report.Dog fuck you.You are going to kill Lao Ruan!If you don't kill him, he will kill you.You come here...you come here...put your heads over here...we put our heads over timidly, the blood on his lips stained our faces, stained our faces, stained our faces with shame that could never be washed away On...he used his sharp nails to scratch our faces fiercely, cut our flesh and blood flowed out...he threw his neck back and died...At this time we saw old Ruan That face, that squashed face, that face that looked like a leech's sucker...we ran away...we heard old Ruan shouting: children, don't run, I won't harm you... I like you guys..he might suck our blood..yes, he wants to skin us, dig out our hearts, cut them into cubes with a knife, sprinkle them with salt, mix them with garlic, plus Jiang Si, let’s eat and drink... Let’s run away, we feel that this side of the lake is safe... The dog barks, the chain around the dog’s neck rattles, gunshots, chaotic footsteps, and we are outside the entrance of the cave again, Lao Ruan is dumb Roaring: Big Mao Ermao, don't be afraid, I want to find something good for you... Your mother is a good woman...