Chapter 96 Chapter Seventeen - Raven (4)

I passed a note to Qiao Yu and asked him to go to a cemetery on the other side of the Zhennan River. I think this is the most suitable place to meet someone like Qiao An.I also hope from the bottom of my heart that this place can make me grow wild and have a dark and murderous look.No one has stepped into this place, no matter how we fight with him, no one will find out.This cemetery is very large, tall and short, new and old, all standing silently among the autumn weeds.There are three or two neem plants in the cemetery, crooked under the sky, making the desolation even more apparent.A few crows flew back and forth between the grave and the neem branches.The sound of the crow sounded ghostly, which made people a little frightened.There is a new grave not far away, and some scraps of paper that were burnt not long ago are spinning in the small whirlwind formed between the graves.

I long for Joe Eucalyptus. However, I waited and waited, but I didn't see him coming. "It's so boring!" I was very angry and looking forward, and wanted to stand up and leave, but at this moment, a flute sounded from the other side of the embankment.The sound of the flute grew louder, and after a while, Qiao An appeared on the embankment.He stood there with his body upright, his head tilted slightly, and he played the flute lyrically.The wind lifted his clothes and blew his hair.He looked very immigrant and didn't take me seriously at all. "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Only then did he put down his flute, and while wiping his mouth with his hands, he walked over. We stood face to face and didn't speak for a long time. "What did you say to Shorty Tao?" He was slightly taken aback, and said, "How did you know?" "Don't ask how you know, did you tell me?" "Yes," he replied. "mean!" "If you go to eavesdrop at people's doors and windows, it's not like you're doing it." "I don't!" "No? Then how do you know what I said to Shorty Tao?" I didn't wait for him to finish speaking, I clenched my fist and hit him on the bridge of the nose.He didn't expect me to strike so quickly, he was hit by me, he staggered and almost fell.

He put the flute firmly on the grave, stood up again, and told me with his bean-sized eyes: "Come again!" At this moment, I saw two streams of blood flowing from his nostrils, and I was very excited. The desire to fight with him became more and more intense. I knew from the beginning that I couldn't beat him.In terms of strength, I will always be his defeated opponent.I just want to fight with him, even if he beats me to death, I still want to fight with him once.I want to smell the smell of blood, and feel the pain of flesh and blood. I rushed towards him again, he dodged for a while, and I rushed to a high grave.I turned around and looked at him again, feeling like he was in a canyon, and I was so happy.I stood on the grave and looked down at him, "Damn it!" He came over.

When he walked to the grave, I threw myself on him from a high place and threw him to the ground. I pressed him tightly and strangled his neck with both hands.He spat a mouthful of phlegm on my face, and grabbed my wrist with a hand with pointed nails, trying to push my hand away.I quickly saw blood coming from my wrist.However, I still didn't let go of my hand, and stared at his purple face.His leg jerked upwards, suddenly came out from under me, kicked on my belly, and kicked me off him.Immediately, he jumped up, stepped on my neck with his foot, and showed me a very cruel look.I pressed my hands firmly against his feet, as if the building had collapsed and I was pressed underneath, firmly against a cement slab.He looked at me and said, "Egwene can't help you right now!"

"Dirty bastard! You hate her. You know, in her heart, she believes that the best composition is me, not you, Qiao An!" "Of course I know." He added some strength to his feet, and after watching me resist for a while, he weakened the strength a little, and said, "You want to get along with Tao Hui, don't you? It's impossible. With me here , you, Ma Shuiqing, all of them, I can't even think about it! I don't want to let go of one of you. Do you still remember the day when you first entered the red tile house? You lifted my bedroll off the bed. Remember you Moving around, does it make me unable to be the squad leader?... I remember all these accounts one by one, and there is nothing I can forget!

I am a person who loves to hold grudges since I was a child.When I was in elementary school, a student secretly reported to the teacher that I shit on the corner of the classroom after school.Do you know how I punished him?I pushed him into a big pit where no one went, and then threw two live snakes into the pit.The next day, he had a high fever..." I felt like there was something hard under my neck. While he was telling me about his bad deeds, I quietly stretched my hand under his neck, picked out a small piece of brick from the mud, and suddenly smashed his leg, and he cried out. With a sound, I jumped to one side, and I immediately rolled to the other side and got up.I soon saw a stream of blood running from his leg to the top of his foot.I enjoyed seeing him bleed, as if I had avenged the boy who was frightened by the snake in the pit.

He didn't look at the blood crawling like earthworms on his feet, but suddenly pulled out a foot-long wooden stick from his waist.This - the wooden stick hidden in the body further proves that he is a complete villain.He shook the stick in his hand, and walked towards me with a slight limp.I backed up, and then dodged to the back of a grave.He climbed to the top of the grave after he circled me a few times but couldn't touch me.In this way, it would be futile for me to go around in circles, and I simply stood in the "canyon" between the graves.He stood on the grave, smiled at me, raised his stick and threw himself down.I turned my head and the stick hit my right shoulder.I thought my shoulder blade might have been broken, and it was excruciatingly painful.I drooped my right arm, grabbed the wrist of my right hand with my left hand, and ran behind the grave.Qiao An held up his stick and chased after me, as if determined to beat me to death here.His stick hit me in the waist again.

I was a little scared of us - because I suddenly felt that Qiao An had completely turned into a ferocious beast.His ferocity exceeded my expectations.On the branch of neem, a crow screamed mournfully and landed on a grave.At this time, I hope that someone will come to this cemetery.However, there was no sound around.I just ran away in a panic, regretting today's appointment in my heart.Qiao An's throat made a terrible grunting sound, as if a mouthful of thick phlegm was sliding back and forth in his throat, but he couldn't swallow it or spit it out.I was hit hard on the thigh again.Feeling numb, I took two steps forward and finally fell down on a grave.

Qiao Yu then beat me several times with a stick.I lay prone on the grave, with my fingers deeply inserted into the grave. Qiao An finally stopped.I turned around and saw him walking away.After walking a few steps, he threw away the stick, spat into the grass, loosened his trouser belt, and the trousers fell down like a curtain with broken threads, exposing his black and yellow lower body.His ass was separated like two donkey lungs.He stretched his hands out in front of it, gently supported it, and pissed into the grass.The pee was very long, as long as the night, and there was a sound of "thin and thin" in the grass.

In a short while, a pile of foam came out of the grass, like the water foam spit out by the breeding eels at the edge of the field.He turned and glanced at me.I think he has an evil face.He shook it rhythmically with his hands, trying to shake off the residue.He rocks comfortably and is attentive.Just when he was momentarily intoxicated by a little pleasure of liberation, I got up and moved a huge grave cap (the top of our graves, there is always a "clay" made of mud) hat", it weighs twenty catties), staggered and walked towards him.He suddenly heard a movement, and hurriedly turned around, "What do you want to do?" He backed away in horror, but the trousers drooping on his feet caught him, making it difficult for him to move forward.He bent down to lift his trousers, and at this moment, I lifted the grave hat high and slammed it on his waist.He bent over and fell to the ground with a "plop", his chin just fell into his urine, splashing a piece of muddy water.He tried to struggle, but failed, and moaned softly in the grass. I wiped the blood from several parts of my body, sat on a grave, looked down at him and asked, "Where do you hate people so much?" He leaned sideways, climbed to the slope of another grave next to me and lay reclined, "I know what kind of eyes you all are looking at me. I know, I have known since I was a child. I remember when I was in elementary school On the first day of school, as soon as I walked into the campus, those teachers, men and women, all ran out of the office and stood in the corridor to look at me. Wherever I went, there were such stares. Looking at me. Over the years, I have been dodging and escaping from such gazes. In the spring of that year, when a family in the village built a house, erected beams, and distributed steamed buns to children, I also wanted to go to one. Divide them one by one, but only put me down, I stretched out my hands, tears rolled in my eyes..." I walked down the grave, dragging my body that was in pain everywhere, and walked slowly towards the path outside the cemetery.Twilight was now hanging over the moor.When I was about to walk out of the cemetery, the flute sounded again behind me.The sound of the flute was very sad and desolate.I turned around to look, and saw Qiao An sitting on the tallest old grave, facing the pale yellow sunset that had already held the soil.