Chapter 2 second shot

With chattering teeth, I continued.It was so cold, I covered my head and shrugged tightly in the bed, the heat on the kang had already dissipated, and the thin mattress could not block the cool air coming back from the concrete kang, I dared not move, I wished I could change Become a chrysalis wrapped in a cocoon.Through the quilt, I heard my mother lighting the stove in the main room, and she was chopping the firewood with an axe, as if she was taking the opportunity to vent her hatred for her father and wild mules.I look forward to her lighting up the stove as soon as possible, because the blazing flame in the hearth will dispel the cold and damp in the room; Chase me out of bed violently.The first time she called me to get up was relatively gentle; the second time she raised her voice and showed obvious boredom; the third time it was almost a roar.She never calls me the fourth time, after the third time, if I can't jump out of the bed like a rocket, she will use very quick movements to remove the quilt covering me, and then pick it up Sweeping the kang broom and hitting my butt hard.If things develop to this extent, my bad luck will be greatly affected.If when her first broom hit me on the ass, I would instinctively jump up and run to the window sill or the corner of the kang to hide, so that her anger could not be vented, and she would jump around wearing muddy shoes. He went to the kang, grabbed my hair or pinched my neck, pushed me down, picked up the broom, aimed at my buttocks, and beat me endlessly.If I didn't run away or resist when she hit me, she would be irritated by my contemptuous attitude and hit me harder.Either way, as long as I didn't jump up quickly before her third growl, my ass and that broom bump would suffer.She always panted and roared while hitting me. At first it was a pure roar, just like the roar of a beast, with intense emotion but no text content. When the broom bump touched my butt about thirty times, The strength in her hand weakened obviously, and her voice became hoarse and deep. At this time, words appeared in her roar. These words were aimed at me at first. She called me a "bastard", "Tie Xiaozi", "Young son", and unconsciously she pointed the finger at my father. She never wastes too much time scolding my father, because scolding my father is similar to scolding me, basically There are no new inventions and innovations. Not only is her cursing boring, but even listening to me feels dull.Just like going from our village to the county seat must pass through the small train station, mother scolding father is also the only way to scold wild mules, passing by in a hurry and having to pass.The mother's spittle slid over the father's honor, and then met the wild mule.At this time, my mother's voice became louder. When she scolded me and my father, the tears in her eyes were burned away by anger. If anyone doesn't understand the meaning of "enemies meet, you have extraordinary eyesight", please come to my house to have a look. Look at my mother's eyes when she yells at wild mules.When mother scolded us, father and son, she tossed and confused a few pitiful words, but when she scolded wild mules, her language suddenly became colorful.For example, my mother scolded "My man is a big stallion, I will kill you wild mule", "My man is an elephant, I will kill you bitch", basically they all have this format, mother's classic swearing patterns Refurbished but unchanged.My father actually became a sharp weapon for my mother's revenge. My mother made my father transform into a gigantic animal and used violence against the weak animal transformed by the wild mule, as if this was the only way to relieve her hatred.When my mother sacrificed my father's genitals to bully the wild mule, the speed of her spanking gradually slowed down, and the strength of her hands gradually weakened, and then she forgot about me.When things got to this point, I quietly got up, got dressed, and stood aside, fascinated, listening to her wonderful scolding, with many questions in my mind.I felt that my mother's swearing at me was meaningless, if I was a "dog bastard", then who crossed the dog?If I am a "turtle kid", who gave birth to me?If I am a "rabbit", then who is the mother rabbit?She seemed to be scolding me, but she was actually scolding herself.When she scolded my father, she was scolding herself.Her cursing at the wild mule doesn't make any sense when you think about it.My father could never turn into an elephant, let alone a stallion, and even if my father became an elephant, he would not mate with a bitch.Stallions are trained to have sex with wild mules, but that pair of wild mules may be just the pleasure they want.But I dare not tell my mother my speculative criticism. I can't imagine what consequences it will bring, but it is certain that I will eat good fruit without me. I am not so stupid as to ask for trouble.When my mother was tired of scolding, she began to cry, tears gushing like springs; when she had cried enough, she raised her sleeves and wiped her eyes, then walked out of the yard, leading me to work on earning money.As if to make up for the time lost due to beating and swearing, she will work twice as fast as usual, and at the same time, she will supervise me much more strictly than usual.So no matter what, I dare not be attached to this not-so-warm bed. As long as I hear the roar of the flames in the hearth, I will automatically jump up without my mother speaking, and step on the cool bed as fast as possible. Afterwards, she rolled up the quilt and went to the toilet to urinate. When she came back, she stood by the door with her hands down, waiting for her orders.Mother is a thrifty person who is so stingy, how can she be willing to light a stove in the house?Because of the damp house, our mother and son suffered from the same disease. Our knees were red and swollen, our legs were numb, and we spent a lot of money on medicine to walk on the ground. The doctor warned us that if we don’t want to die or want to live, we have to stay in the house. Raise the stove, dry the walls as quickly as possible, and buy medicines that are much more expensive than coal.Under such circumstances, my mother had no choice but to build a stove in the main room, and went to the train station to buy a ton of coal to light the fire for our new house.How I wish the doctor could tell my mother: If you don't want to die, you have to eat meat.But the doctor didn’t say that, instead of persuading us to eat meat, the bastard doctor warned us not to eat greasy food. He told us to eat as light as possible, preferably vegetarian, saying that this would not only make us healthy but also make us live longer.This villain, how did he know that after my father defected, we started to be vegetarian, as plain as a funeral procession or the snow on the top of a mountain.It has been five full years, and even the most powerful soap will not be able to remove a single drop of oil from my intestines.

After talking so much, I felt my mouth was parched, and it happened that three hailstones the size of apricots slanted through the door and fell in front of me.If it wasn't for the great monk's supernatural powers to see through my mind and cast a spell to make three hailstones fall in front of me, it would be a coincidence.I peeked at the great monk, his back was straight and his eyes were closed, but from the slight trembling of the black hair protruding from the holes in his ears and from the gaps of the flies, I knew he was listening.I was precocious when I was young, and I have seen a lot, and I have met many strange people, but there is only one person with two long black hairs growing out of his ears and eyes, the great monk.Just these two black hairs already made me feel infinitely in awe, not to mention that the great monk has many supernatural abilities.I picked up a hailstone and put it in my mouth.In order not to let it chill my oral mucosa, my tongue moved urgently, and the hailstones rolled in my mouth, making my teeth rattle when they collided.A fox, whose fur was wet by the rain, was bony and bony, hesitated for a while at the threshold, with a pitiful expression in its narrowed eyes, and then rushed into the temple quickly and disappeared. after the statue.After a while, the hot arrogance on its body violently permeated in front of us.I don't hate the smell of foxes, because I've worked with foxes before.I will talk about it later. In our place, there was a craze for raising foxes for a while. At that time, the foxes, which were said to be miraculous, were completely disintegrated, even though they were still sneaky in the cage. Mysterious gestures come, but the myth of foxes is shattered when they are killed like pigs and dogs by our village butchers, skinned and eaten, and they have no magical powers to perform.The thunder outside the door was crisp and crisp, as if furious.The strong burnt breath poured into the temple gate one after another, and I couldn't help being frightened, and I suddenly remembered the legend about the evil beasts and human beings who committed crimes.Could it be that this fox is also a brute who has committed crimes?If so, hiding in the temple is equivalent to hiding in a safe. No matter how angry the Thunder God is, no matter how fierce the Heavenly Dragon is, it won't be able to burn this small temple to the ground, right?Wutong gods are actually five beasts that have become spirits, but since God allows them to be gods, and build temples and statues, enjoy human offerings, in addition to exquisite food, there are also beautiful women, why can't foxes become gods? ?At this time, another fox came in. I couldn't tell the male from the female just now, but this one was clearly a female. Not only was it a female, but it was also pregnant.Because I could clearly see its sagging belly and swollen nipples rubbing against the wet threshold as it darted through the door.Its movements are also much clumsier than the one just now.I don't know if it's her husband who rushed in first.This time, they are safer, because the law of heaven is the fairest, and the god will not harm the cubs in the mother fox's stomach.Unknowingly, the hailstone melted in my mouth, and the monk also half-opened his eyes and glanced at me.He didn't seem to pay attention to the two foxes at all, and the sound of wind, thunder, and rain in the yard didn't seem to be noticed by him. From here, I also discovered the huge gap between the monk and me.OK, I will continue to tell.