Chapter 46 dog skin.2

Second Mistress hurriedly got up, her hands and feet were a little weak when she was dressing.Rumors that the Japanese were coming to loot the village had already reached her ears, and she was anxious all day long, with a dark premonition of impending disaster in her heart.She even wanted to go back with her grandpa, even if she endured my grandma's insults, it would be better than living in the mouth of salt water and being frightened.She tentatively told her grandpa this idea, but grandpa flatly refused.I think grandpa must have been frightened by the two women, grandma and second grandmother, who swore to be at odds with each other, so he flatly rejected the second grandmother's request.Before long, Grandpa regretted this matter. When he stood in the yard full of wild beasts tomorrow morning in the warm sunshine at the end of October, he saw that his mistake caused A terrible tragedy.

The little aunt also woke up. She opened her eyes, which were as bright as copper buttons, yawned pretendingly, and then let out a long and mature sigh.Second Mistress was overwhelmed by the little aunt's long sigh. She stared blankly at the girl's tears stimulated by yawning and sighing, and dared not speak for a long time. The little aunt said: "Mother, please dress me." Second Mistress picked up little aunt's little red padded jacket, and looked even more surprised at the face of the girl who was always reluctant to get up on weekdays but asked to get up today.A few wrinkles formed on her face, she looked like a little old woman.Second Mistress's heart trembled, and her hands felt the piercing cold on the little red padded jacket.A strong tide of pity reverberated in the heart of Second Mistress, she called her little aunt by her baby name, her voice was as tense as a broken string: "Xiangguan... Xiangguan...wait... wait for mother to give you my little aunt..." The padded jacket is roasting hot..."

The little aunt said: "No, no need to bake, mother." Second Mistress burst into tears. She didn't dare to look at her daughter's ominous old face, so she ran to the stove as if fleeing for her life, lit a straw fire, and baked her daughter's heavy cotton-padded clothes.When the wheat straw was burning, it made gunshots, and the little padded jacket rolled up in the throbbing flames, like a heavy tattered flag, and the blazing flames pierced Second Mistress's hand like cold icicles.The flammable wheat straw fire was quickly extinguished, and the strips of gray-white ash maintained the shrunken shape of the wheat straw and twisted before being destroyed. The blue grass smoke hit the roof, and a small air appeared in the room. swirl.The little aunt called out in the back room, and woke up the second grandmother who was holding a cotton coat in her hands.She returned to the inner room with the little padded jacket that had dissipated the heat, and saw that her little aunt had already sat up around the quilt. The white and tender skin of a child was in stark contrast to the purple cotton quilt.The second grandma put the sleeves of the little padded jacket on the weak arms of the little aunt. The little aunt was uncharacteristically obedient, and even the sudden explosion in the village did not interrupt the slow dressing process.

The sound of the explosion seemed to come from the ground, dull and long-lasting, the bright white window paper shaking, and the sound of sparrows flying in search of food sounded in the yard.Just after the explosion, a few more shots were fired.There was a lot of noise in the village, with several muffled voices roaring.The second grandmother hugged the little aunt tightly, and the two of them were shaking tightly together. The noise stopped briefly, and there was a frightening silence in the village, only the sound of heavy footsteps was still ringing, occasionally there were dogs screaming and piercing gunshots.Then there were two dull, series of explosions. The screams of people were like pigs howling before being killed, and suddenly it was like a river breaking its embankment. The trembling village in the monotonous sound suddenly became noisy. Howling, howling of children, clucking of chickens flying on the wall, and long braying of donkey before breaking free from the rein, all mixed together.Second Mistress bolted the door of the room, and found two sticks to block the door, then jumped onto the kang, huddled in a corner, and waited for bad luck to come.She misses grandpa very much, and hates grandpa very much.She thought that when he came tomorrow, he would cry a lot and make a fuss. The bright sun shone on the small glass on the window, and the frost on the glass melted and condensed into two bright drops of water on the glass. up the lower edge.Gunshots rang out in the village, and women's cries sounded from all directions.Of course Second Nanny knew why these women were howling.She had long heard that the Japanese soldiers were like animals, even a seventy-year-old woman would not be spared.The smell of smoke and fire seeped into the room, and there was the sound of a burning fire, and a man's screams could be heard from time to time.The second grandma was paralyzed with fright, she heard the clanging of the gate; moreover, it must be the strange accent of the Japanese, whirling horribly outside the gate.The little aunt stared, thought for a moment, and burst into tears.Second Mistress covered her mouth with her hand.The door panels rattled and shook.Second Mistress jumped down, touched two hands of ashes from under the pot, and smeared it on her face.She also wiped two handfuls of ashes on her little aunt's face.The door panel was smashed to pieces, and Second Grandma's eyeballs were trembling.The old woman is not let go, but the pregnant woman should be let go, right?Second Mistress's heart lit up like lightning, and a plan came to her mind.She pulled a round bundle from the top of the kang, untied the waist of her trousers, stuffed it in forcefully, tightened the belt of the trousers, and tied two knots.She stretched her trousers with her hands, and tried to iron the bundle as much as possible, so as not to be seen by the Japanese.The little aunt huddled in the corner, watching the strange behavior of the second grandma.

The door clanged open, and a door panel fell heavily to the ground.After the second grandma heard the sound of the door falling to the ground, she ran to the bottom of the stove and smeared the black ash on her face.There was a loud noise in the yard, Second Grandma ran into the back room, closed the door, jumped onto the kang, hugged her little aunt, and tried her best to hold her breath so as not to make a sound.The Japanese grunted and slammed on the door of the main room with the butt of his gun.The door panel of the main room is thinner than the door panel of the gate, which is vulnerable to a single blow.She heard the door open, and the two sticks behind which she had propped fell down.The Japanese poured into the main room, and the last barriers were these two small door panels on the partition wall.Compared with the heavy gate and the strong main room door, these two small door panels are as weak as paper paste. Since the main gate and the main room door can hardly withstand the impact of the Japanese, then the two small doors can only be broken. It's just a trivial matter, and everything depends on whether the Japanese want to break through these two doors, and whether the Japanese have the desire to break in and capture prey.Even so, the Second Mistress was still lucky. Because of the barrier of these two door panels, the dangers in legends and imaginations will always exist in legends and imaginations, and cannot become reality.Amidst the heavy footsteps of the Japanese and the hasty conversation, Second Mistress stared at the two door panels with an itchy heart.The door panel was ocher red, some light gray dust was accumulated on the door shank, and a few dark red dirty blood stains were stained on the white door latch, which was the blood of an old weasel with a black mouth.Second Mistress thought of the shrill scream that the old weasel made after being hit hard by her. Its head shattered like a dry peanut shell, and then it rolled on the ground. The tail swept the soft snowflakes on the ground a few times, and there were only bursts of twitching, but no violent beating.Of course Second Mistress hated this male old weasel to the core.One evening in the autumn of 1931, when the second grandmother went to dig bitter vegetables in the sorghum field outside the village, in the sorghum field reflected by the blood-red mist, on a small grave with fluffy yellow grass, stood this old weasel .It is golden all over, and its mouth is as black as ink.The second grandma saw it when she was relieved.It stood on the top of the grave, sitting on its two legs, raised its two front paws, and waved it frequently at the second grandmother.The second grandma seemed to have been electrocuted, and a strong convulsion jumped from the soles of her feet to her spine and up to the top of her head.Second Mistress collapsed in the sorghum field, screaming wildly.When her mind returned to normal, the sorghum field was completely dark, and large particles of stars danced in panic and mysteriously in the dark sky.The second grandma groped out of the sorghum field and walked towards the village looking for a dirt road in the field.The vivid phantom of the golden weasel with the edge of a wheatgrass flickering endlessly appeared and disappeared before her eyes, and disappeared and reappeared.This phantom made her want to open her throat and howl desperately.She did howl, and even she could hear it. The sound that came out of her throat was not something a normal human being could make, and even she herself felt startled and terrified when she heard it.Second Mistress has been insane for a long time, and everyone in the village said that she was charmed by weasels.She herself knew that she was charmed by the weasel.She felt its dark grip on her.She had to follow its instructions, cry, laugh, say some inexplicable words, and do some inexplicable actions.She felt herself being torn in two every time that electric shock ran up her spine.She was struggling in a dark red quagmire full of lust and temptation of death, she sank, floated up, just as she floated up, she immediately sank again.Her hands seemed to be grasping the rope that could help her climb up the quagmire of desire, but as soon as she tried hard, the rope turned into the mud of desire, and she could not sink down involuntarily.During the painful struggle, the shadow of the black-mouthed male weasel kept swaying in front of her eyes. It grinned at her and swept her with its strong tail. Whenever its tail touched her body, there was a burst of pain. Excited, uncontrollable screams came out of his mouth.Finally, the weasel left exhausted, and Second Mistress passed out on the ground, with white foam hanging from the corners of her mouth, sweat all over her body, and her face was like gold paper.Because of the demonic illness of the second grandmother, my grandfather once rode a mule to Bolan Town to invite Li Shanren, who specialize in catching and exorcising evil spirits.Lishan people burned incense and lit wax, and drew some inexplicable symbols with a Chinese ink brush on a piece of yellow paper. Then, they burned it to ashes, mixed it with black dog blood, pinched Second Mistress's nose, and poured it into Second Mistress's mouth.The second grandma was forced to cry and howl, punched and kicked, and her soul came out of her body.Since then, it has gotten better day by day.Later, when the weasel came to steal the chicken, it had a life-and-death struggle with the big red rooster with yellow legs, and was pecked blind by the big rooster. Afraid of the cold and naked, he rushed to the yard with the white wooden door latch in his hand, aimed at its shameless hooligan-like sharp-nosed monkey cheek, and gave it a brutal blow.Second Mistress finally took her revenge and shed her hatred.She stood in the snow with the blood-stained latch in her hand, and after a moment of bewilderment, she bent down and slashed wildly, almost smashing that teacher-like weasel into a pile of meat paste, before she entered the room without regret. house to go.

Second Mistress stared at the filthy blood of the weasel that had dried up on the white door latch. The thrilling throbbing that she had forgotten for a long time broke out again. A cry that even scared me. The thin door panel only shook for a moment before it burst open, and a golden-colored Japanese soldier nimbly jumped into the room with a bayonet-mounted spear.While Second Mistress was screaming crazily, she saw clearly the appearance of the Japanese soldier who first entered the house with just a single glance of her trembling eyes.But the sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked, gentle-looking soldier suddenly turned into the black-mouthed weasel who died at the hands of the second grandmother.His pointed mouth, the pitch-black hair on his mouth, and his sneaky expression are all exactly like the old weasel, except that its body is bigger, its fur is yellower, and its expression is more treacherous.The insane experience buried deep in the second grandmother's memory intensified, and it was expressed with unprecedented intensity and extreme exaggeration.The little aunt was deafened by the howling of the second grandmother, and her heart was broken by the second grandmother's face covered with pot dust and her lips flapping like bird wings. Hopped up and sat on the windowsill, watching the six Japanese soldiers she saw for the first and last time.

Six Japanese soldiers stood in front of Second Grandma's earthen kang, all holding large cap guns with bright bayonets, looking very crowded, with treacherous and stupid smiles like weasels on their faces.In the eyes of my little aunt, their faces were like sorghum flour pancakes that had just been peeled off the edge of the pot, burnt yellow and dark red, beautiful, warm, beautiful and kind.Aside from being somewhat afraid of the bayonets on the Japanese soldiers' guns, my little aunt was not afraid of anything except Second Grandma's distorted face, which looked like a withered gourd. A friendly attraction.

The Japanese soldiers bared their neat or sparse teeth and laughed.A part of Second Grandma couldn't control the weasel madness; another part of Second Grandma was frightened by the smiles of the Japanese soldiers. She guessed and presupposed a huge threat from their smiles, just as she had accurately felt that. It is the same as the gold-yellow obscenity implied in the bowing and arching movements of the male old weasel.So while howling, she instinctively pressed her hands tightly to her stomach, and squeezed her body into the corner of the wall. A Japanese soldier about 1.65 meters tall—maybe a little taller or a little shorter—aged between thirty-five and forty years old squeezed to the edge of the kang, took off his military cap, and scratched his half-bald head. On the top of his head, with a sauce-red expression on his face, he said in stammering Chinese: "You, Miss Hua, don't be afraid..." He leaned his big gun on the edge of the kang, put his hands on the edge of the kang, and climbed awkwardly. Upper resistance.Like a fat maggot, it wriggled in front of Second Mistress.Second Mistress wished she could shrink into the crack of the wall, tears washed away the dirt on her face, revealing a few streaks of dark and shiny skin.The Japanese soldier grinned his thick lips, stretched out his short, fleshy fingers, and pinched Second Grandma's face.As soon as his hand touched Second Grandma's skin, Second Grandma felt extreme disgust in her heart, as if a toad had gotten into her crotch.She screamed harder.The Japanese soldiers grabbed Second Mistress's legs and pulled them back hard. Second Mistress lay flat on the kang, and the back of her head hit the wall with a bang.After Second Grandma lay flat, her belly rose like a hill.The Japanese soldier touched her stomach first, then opened his eyes, aimed at the fake stomach, and punched her hard.The Japanese soldier pressed the second grandmother's legs with his knees, and reached out to untie her waistband. She struggled desperately, folded her upper body, pointed at the bulbous nose that was bent up, and bit her fiercely.The Japanese soldier let out a strange cry, let go of his hands, covered his bleeding nose, and looked at the second grandmother who had shrunk into the corner of the wall again with strange eyes.The Japanese soldiers under the pit laughed wildly.The old Japanese soldier took out a black handkerchief and pressed it on his nose.Standing on the kang, the impulsive and brilliant expression on his face, similar to that of a lyric poet reciting his love poems, faded away, revealing his ferocious jackal face.He lifted his big gun from outside the kang, pointed it at Second Grandma's protruding belly.The sunlight coming in from the window shone on the bayonet, and the cold light flickered. The Second Mistress uttered a final scream, and then tightly closed her eyes.

The little aunt sat on the window sill and watched attentively as the obese Japanese soldiers tore and kidnapped the second grandmother.From the fat face of the old Japanese soldier, she didn't see any malice in him. She even curiously caught the light from the hairless part of his head, and even screamed like a beast to the second grandma. sound of disgust.But when she saw the sudden change of expression on the Japanese soldier's face, and aimed at her mother's stomach with a bayonet, fear and love surged into her heart.The little aunt jumped up from the window sill and rushed towards the second grandma.