Chapter 15 Qiushui

On a sunny morning in the spring when my grandfather was eighty-eight years old, everyone in the village saw him leaning against the wall of the vegetable garden facing the street with his eyes closed, sitting on a big horse.At noon one day, my mother asked me to call grandpa home for dinner.I ran to his side, shouted loudly but there was no answer, I pushed him away with my hands, only to find that he could no longer move.Quickly report to the family, rush out together, gather around, massage and call, but it will not help in the end.Grandpa died very decently, with a rosy complexion, lifelike, and admirable.People in the village all said that my grandfather had accumulated good deeds before he was alive, and that's why he died like this.My whole family is honored by Grandpa's death.

It is said that when my grandfather was young, he killed three people, set fire to it, abducted a girl, and fled here from Baoding Prefecture, Hebei Province. He became the earliest pioneer of Northeast Gaomi Township.At that time, Northeast Gaomi Township was still a barren land, with a radius of tens of miles, a large waterlogged depression, wild grass knee-deep, connected with water, brown rabbits, red foxes, spotted ducks, egrets, and many unknown animals abandoned the depressions. , it is usually difficult for anyone to come.My grandfather brought the girl here. That girl became my grandmother very naturally.They came here in spring. After rolling in the grass nest for a few days, my grandma pulled out the gold hairpin from her head and the jade bracelet from her wrist, and asked my grandfather to sell them in a faraway place in exchange for farm tools. and household furniture, and built a shack on an inexplicable small dirt hill in the center of the valley.Since then, grandpa opened up wasteland and grandma fished, which shattered the peace of a big flood.The news spread slowly, and there was a mythical talk about a young couple living in the Daluaowa. The man was black and tall, the woman was white and beautiful, and there was a boy who was neither white nor black... One after another, bandits and bandits migrated. Come, set up Zhuang Litun, and form a world of your own - this is a later story.

When I knew about human affairs, the inexplicable small dirt hill had been moved away by the poor and lower-middle peasants in Shiba Township. The depression seemed to grow taller, and the rain was less and less, so it was difficult to see water. There was a village every five or six miles.Listening to the old grandparents talking about the past here, from the geographical environment to the anecdotes, I always feel that there are ghosts and gods, and the stars are like phosphorous fires. I don’t know if it’s true?fake? …My grandfather and my grandmother opened up wasteland to grow grains, fished shrimps and hunted foxes and rabbits. At first, they were a little apprehensive. In their dreams, they often remembered those bloody human heads. After more days, they faded away.My grandfather said that there are no soldiers and no officials in Dawa, and the sky is high and the emperor is far away, but there are so many mosquitoes.Before cloudy and rainy days, you can often see clouds of black smoke flying over the tops of grass and water, and you can grab a small handful when you reach out.In order to avoid mosquitoes, grandpa and grandma sometimes jumped into the water, exposing only two nostrils to breathe out.Grandpa also said that in the wet grass, a faint green light is emitted every night, forming a continuous piece, as if water is flowing.Crabs in the mud always take advantage of the phosphorescence to look for food. When you go to the mud in the morning, you will find that there are densely packed crab claw marks.These crabs grow up to be as big as a horseshoe.Let alone eat, I have never even seen these big crabs.Listening to grandpa's talk about Dalaowazi in the past is fascinating, and I regret that I was born sixty years earlier.

From summer to autumn, the sorghum planted by grandpa has sun-dried rice, the millet has drooped its head, the corn has dried up, and a good year has been tied to our hands.My father also grew full hair and wings in my grandmother's belly, waiting for a good day to fly out to enter the world.A few days before the harvest, the heat suddenly turned up, and colorful clouds covered the big waterlogged puddles. The clouds ran wild like a herd of fried animals, and clusters of hurriedly moving shadows were reflected in the puddles.The heavy rain continued for ten days, and the entire Laowazi was swollen by the rain. The sound of rain, the hesitant white mist, continued day and night.Grandpa was so impatient that he scolded the world.Grandma had a fit of abdominal pain.Grandma said to grandpa, "I'm afraid I'm going to give birth." Grandpa said, "Let's give birth. I can't wait to pierce a hole in this bearish weather." Grandpa was cursing when he saw the sun peeping through the clouds When it came out, it was a little hazy at first, but it immediately shot out two or three beams of extremely strong white light, sweeping out several streaks of daylight.Grandpa ran out of the shack, looked at the sky excitedly, and heard that the sound of rain in the waterlogged puddle gradually became less and less, and there were still some silvery raindrops flying obliquely in the sky.The big puddles are filled with water, and the yellow grass and green grass are shaking their heads tiredly in the water.The sound of the rain stopped, and there were gusts of heavy wind in Dawazi.My grandfather looked at his crops high, seeing that the sorghum corn was still good, and his face was filled with joy.With the sound of the wind, countless frogs croaked together, and the whole valley was trembling.Grandpa went into the shack and told grandma about the sunrise and the clouds, and grandma said that she had a stomachache and was scared.Grandpa advised her: "What are you afraid of? It's ripe." As she was talking, she heard a strange sound from all over the field, rumbling like rolling thunder, squeezing the sound of frogs into the middle.Grandpa got out of the shed, and saw a yellow wave as high as a horse's head, rushing from all sides, the waves roared all the way, and they all touched the earth hills, and the water depth in the depression was several meters.The frogs seemed to have been stuffed to death.The weeds are gone, only grandpa's sorghum and corn have not been submerged.After a while, the corn and sorghum were gone. Looking out in all directions, the eyes were full of yellow water, and nothing else could be seen.Grandpa let out a long sigh and got into the shed.Grandma was naked, screaming on the grass bed, her hair was covered with grass clippings, and her white face was gray. "The flood is coming!" Grandpa said worriedly.So grandma stopped screaming, got up, moved out of the shed to look, and immediately got in, her face paled, and her facial features were a little out of place.She didn't speak for a while, opened her mouth, and let out two cries: "Oh-oh-it's over, third child, we can't survive." Grandpa helped her lie on the bunk and said, "What's the matter with you? We The people were killed and the fire was set off. What is there to be afraid of? I said at the beginning that if I could spend a day together, I would be willing to die. How many days have we spent together? You can't break the sky, give birth to your child well, and I'll go see the water."

My grandfather broke off a branch, walked down for dozens of steps obliquely, put the branch on the edge of the water where the tongue was sticking out, and returned to the top of the earth mountain to look at the water.The side facing the sun can only be seen a few arrows away, but it is blocked by the dazzling light from the water surface; on the backlit side, you can see the end of the eye.The eyes are full of dirty yellow water, I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t know where it’s going. One by one, it hits the mountain and twists together, making some large and small black vortexes. From time to time, one or two clumsy The toad went straight to the vortex, went in, and never came out again.The branch that my grandfather planted was submerged again, which shows that the water is still rising rapidly.Looking at this mighty world, my grandfather was also a little apprehensive.For a while, there is a huge gap in my heart, like a lonely wasteland;After a while, the water rose a few more inches, and the small dirt hill became smaller and smaller. Grandpa felt cold when he compared it.He looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, seeing the tile-blue sky protruding in large chunks from the gaps in the clouds, and the colored broken clouds were driven by the wind to rush for their lives.Grandpa planted another branch by the water, went back to the shack with a relaxed face, and said to the flopping-legged grandma, "Can you give me a son?"

In the evening, grandpa went out of the shed to watch the water again.One day, colorful clouds shone on the water, red and yellow, and the clouds floated vaguely in the muddy water.The water level stopped at the original place, and grandpa was relieved immediately.At this time, flocks of large silver-gray birds were flying flickeringly on the water around the hill.Grandpa didn't know this bird.The bird's chirping sound is tricky and weird, and its wing feathers are painted with rays of light.When Grandpa saw them taking white fish from the water, he felt a little empty in his stomach, so he went into the shack to start a fire and cook.Grandma's face was covered with sweat, but she didn't forget to ask about the water potential.Grandpa said that the water level began to drop, which made her feel at ease to give birth.Grandma cried immediately and said, "Third brother, I am old and my bones are closed. I'm afraid I won't be able to give birth to this child." Grandpa said, "It's nothing, don't worry."

The firewood was damp, and the shed was full of black smoke.The twilight gradually came up, and the twilight was like smoke, slowly covering the water world, and the water birds made noises, and landed on the hills in batches.Grandma didn't care about eating, and grandpa ate a few mouthfuls hastily, his stomach was stuffed with rotten grass, and he boiled half a pot of oatmeal and fish porridge, which finally turned into cold balls.It was night, and grandma still had labor pains from time to time, and her groans were intermittent. My father was a little stubborn and refused to fall into the weeds.Grandma was so anxious that she said to my father: "Son, come out, don't let mother suffer foreign crimes." Grandpa sat in front of the thatched bunk, anxious that he couldn't help, and had other ideas in his heart. Intermittent like hiccups, simply do not speak.The pale yellow moonlight shyly covered the shed, dyeing my grandpa's green scalp and my grandma's white body.The cricket was lying on the shed grass, rattling its wings.The sound of water is noisy everywhere, like a herd of crazy horses, like a gang of wild dogs, like horses are not horses, water is not water, far away, close, thinner, denser, endless changes.My grandfather looked out from the thatched shed, and saw wild birds all over the mountain in the moonlight, which was so white that it was dazzling.There are some chestnut trees growing on the mountain, one in the east and the other in the west, unlike man-made ones, the trees are not big, and they have not yet reached the age of fruiting. During the day, the leaves are covered with autumn colors, and the leaves are not seen under the moon. The tree is full of different fruits, and the branches bend and fall, shaking the leaves. If you look closely, you can see that the tree is full of big birds.Both grandpa and grandma were a little numb, and they didn't know when they would fall asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, the rats had licked up half of the pot of cold porridge, and there were dozens of hungry rats running back and forth in the shed.Grandma didn't care about the group of mice, and tossed and turned on the bunk, her face was sweating, leaving traces of sweat.Grandpa chased away the rats with a stick. The rats were aggressive and vicious, and they all wanted to jump the beam. After killing more than a dozen rats, they left the shed angrily and scattered around the hill to look for food.The waterfowls have flown to the water surface to catch fish, leaving their feathers and feces on the trees on the mountain, mottled in white and black.When the sun first emerged from the yellow water, a big blood-red persimmon seemed to shatter if poked.Later, the water and the sky in the eastern half were the same color, with an overturned completely red ball sandwiched in the middle.After a while, it appeared golden and then silver, and its shape changed from wolfish and fat to well-regulated and exquisite.The sun is small, the water is wide and the sky is wide.My grandfather checked the water situation and saw that the branches inserted yesterday were still at the edge of the water. The water was flat and no longer growing. There were no wild waves around. The water was like a flat mirror. There were still eddies, but they were all shallow.A lot of sundries floated on the water, surrounded by layers of dirt hills.Grandpa took a long-handled iron grappling hook, took off his shirt, and stretched out his lumps of flesh to fish for floating objects along the water's edge.Boxes, cabinets, beams, wooden frames, floating trees, iron buckets, all kinds of sundries lined up behind Grandpa.Grandma's cry was no longer loud, and came in bursts.Grandpa grimaced and stepped up his work, as if he wanted to take his heart away.Some chestnut trees have been flooded, and the crowns of large and small are exposed unevenly, and the leaves are all dead.Near the chestnut tree, Grandpa saw an undulating mass of black and white, and he worked hard.As soon as the grapple was thrown over, I heard two popping sounds in the water, and two dark red patches were buried on the surface of the water. When I dragged it hard, my grandpa's stomach convulsed into balls, and he spit out mouthfuls of yellow water.

Grandpa dragged a dead man up with a grappling hook.The clothes are connected piece by piece, revealing the bulging body.The dead man straightened his legs, stretched his ten toes vigorously, his belly swelled into a balloon shape, and his navel was deeply sunken.Looking down, the dead man's right hand was clenched into a fist, and his left hand was crooked. Only the thumb and index finger remained, and the other three fingers were all gone.The neck of the dead man was slender, and two black holes had been dug into the shoulder blades by Grandpa's grapples. The sewage flowing out of the holes had stained the neck.On the chin of the dead man was a ring of gray beard, which was messily tangled together.Two rows of strong black teeth are bared in the mouth, and the upper and lower lips seem to have been eaten by aquatic animals.The nose is quite straight like a bamboo shoot.The left eye socket turned into a deep hole, and silt was deposited inside, and the right eyeball was hung by a snow-white tendon to the ear, looking at the world clearly in black and white.There is a round hole between the eyebrows.His hair was mixed with gray and white, and his scalp was wrinkled like a tussah silkworm.The dead immediately attracted swarms of flies and a pungent stench.My grandfather stabbed the dead man into the water with his eyes closed, and couldn't bear to go to salvage the floating objects again, so he rinsed the grappling hook vigorously, leaned on it, vomited all the way, and went back to the hut.

Grandma was exhausted, lying down like a big fish out of water, jumping convulsively from time to time.Seeing her grandpa entering the shed, she gave a bleak smile and said, "Third brother, please do me a favor and kill me. I'm exhausted and I won't be able to bear your child." My grandpa grabbed my grandma's hand and shook it hard, tears welled up in the eyes of both of them.Grandpa said: "Second Miss, I killed you. I shouldn't have brought you here." Grandma's tears streamed down her face.Grandma said: "Don't call me Second Miss." Grandpa looked at grandma and remembered the past.Grandma broke out again, crying loudly: "Third brother... please do me a favor... give me a knife..." Grandpa said, "Second miss, don't think badly. Think about it, we can live together, How difficult it is. When you kill someone, you pass me the knife, and when you set fire, you hug me the grass. After thousands of miles, your little feet have come here. You can’t give birth to a child as big as a cat?” Grandma said: "I really don't have any energy left." Grandpa said, "Wait a minute, I'll make some food for you."

Grandpa cooked half a pot of rice lavishly, filled two bowls, held one bowl by himself, and handed the other bowl to grandma.Grandma lay shaking her head weakly.Grandpa became annoyed, threw a bowl of rice out of the shed, and shouted: "Okay, if you die, everyone will die together! You die, the child dies, and I die too!" Fighting like hungry wolves.Grandma jumped up vigorously, sat up, grabbed a bowl of rice, and ate vigorously, letting tears flow down her cheeks while eating.Grandpa stretched out his big hand and touched grandma's back. My grandma passed out three times that day, and in the evening, she lay upright on the bunk as if dead.Grandpa watched over grandma, covered in sweat and tears. In the evening, his eye sockets were deep and his beard grew, and his heart was a chaotic world. Twilight gradually filled the shed.Countless big birds flew over the dirt hill. Last night, the crickets fluttered their wings and made sounds like weeping and complaining. A group of rats poked their heads outside the shed, their small eyes shining like charcoal. A path of bleak moonlight shot into the shed, covering my grandpa and grandma.My grandfather was a tough man, squinting his two falcon-like black eyes in the sun, his chin resting in his hands, his body bent like a hungry eagle, he looked like a hopeless hero.My grandma had a long neck and big breasts, slender arms and pointed feet, and a high belly, which contained my father.My father was very handsome when he was born, but he was a kind and honest farmer when he grew up.The sun goes down from the west, and the moonlight comes up from the east, covering my grandpa and grandma, they are as clean as they have been washed.The mice tentatively came into the shed, and when they saw my grandpa was silent, they ran rampant.Everything in the shed, in the eyes of my grandfather, is blurry.Grandma in the moonlight, gestures like a big injured bird.The sound of water and the chirping of water birds came in waves.It's time for dating, my grandpa felt a chill hit his back, and couldn't help shivering, and looked intently.I saw a big thing crawling stupidly from the moonlight.Just as Grandpa was about to yell, he heard a human voice from that thing.Female voice: "Brother...help me..." Grandpa hurriedly got up and lit a precious candle. Under the dancing flame, the woman was panting on her stomach.Grandpa helped her up and let her sit on a grass mound. The woman was sitting like soft mud, her shoulders slumped, her neck tilted to both sides, her black hair was spread out and covered her shoulders, and there were messy grass in her hair.She was wearing a purple dress, clinging to her skin, her two steamed bun-like breasts stood out cold and smooth.Long eyebrows and hanging eyes, high nose and wide mouth, eyes set apart. "Where did you come from?" Asked, grandpa immediately knew that the question was confused, and he was drenched, so he naturally came from the water.The woman didn't answer either, she rested her head on her shoulder and fell sideways.Grandpa supported her and heard her muttering: "...Brother, give me something to eat..." When grandma saw someone coming, she forgot herself for a while, gathered herself up, and asked grandpa to help the woman onto the bunk, changed into wet clothes, put on grandma's clothes, and lay down beside grandma.Grandpa scooped a bowl of rice from the pot, picked it up with chopsticks, and fed it piece by piece into the woman's mouth.The woman didn't chew, she just swallowed, her stomach rumbled, and she fed a bowl of rice in no time.Grandpa brought another bowl of rice.The woman folded up and sat up, pulled her clothes to cover her body, took the bowls and chopsticks, and started to eat by herself.Grandpa and grandma haven't seen anyone for a long time. When they first saw eating like a tiger and wolf, they were secretly afraid. They didn't know if this woman was a human or a ghost.After eating the second bowl, the woman stared at Grandpa pleadingly.Grandpa brought her another bowl of rice.Gradually see each other after eating.After eating three bowls, my grandma shouted: "You can't eat any more!" The woman looked sideways at my grandma in surprise, only to find that there was still a woman in the shed, so she put down the bowl and stopped eating.His eyes were darkly shining, he was stunned for a while, and thanked him repeatedly.Grandpa asked the woman a few more words, but she hesitated and didn't want to answer, so she stopped asking. Grandma tossed again.When the woman saw grandma's appearance, she immediately understood.She stood up, moved her waist and legs a few times, bent down to touch grandma's stomach, the woman smiled at grandma, without speaking, took out a handful of grass from the grass bed, and scattered them on the ground.Then, like lightning, the woman bent down and took out a black oar gun from her wet bag, and touched my grandfather's chest all at once.The woman yelled at my grandma: "Stand up! Or I'll beat him to death!" My grandma rolled down from the grass bunk and stood naked in front of the woman. "Bend down, and pick up the grass that I scattered on the ground, one by one, one by one, and straighten your waist once." The woman ordered.My grandma was hesitant.The woman said, "Do you want to pick it up? If you don't pick it up, I'll shoot you." She raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes, her words were like steel beans falling into a copper basin, snapping and crisping.The scull spear bounced and shone in the candlelight. At that time, both my grandpa and my grandma seemed to have lost their souls, and they were not very afraid in their hearts. They were stunned, as if they were in a dream.My grandma bent down and picked up the grass one by one, picked up one and put it on the pot table, and picked up another one and sent it to the pot table. After ups and downs forty or fifty times, transparent amniotic fluid flowed down from between the legs.My grandfather gradually regained consciousness, pressing the woman fiercely, breathing heavily from his chest.The woman looked sideways at my grandfather and smiled sweetly, half of her cheeks were red and the moon was full. She whispered to my grandfather, "Don't move!" and said loudly to my grandma, "Pick it up!" My grandma finally finished picking up the grass, and cried and cursed: "Fairy!" The woman put away the scull gun, laughed a few times, and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm a doctor. Big brother, get a knife and cut the cloth, and I'll deliver the baby for my sister-in-law." My grandpa can't even speak anymore, thinking that women are descended from fairies.I hurriedly found knives and scissors, and followed the instructions to wash the pot to boil water, and steam came out of the pot lid.The woman went out to wash off her underwear.After wringing it out vigorously, I changed clothes in the moonlight. My grandfather really saw the woman's body practiced freely and piously, like a totem.The water boiled, the woman changed her clothes and went into the shed, and said to my grandfather, "Go out." My grandfather was standing under the moon, seeing the silver light of the water under the half-moon, sometimes transparent mist floating between the sky and the earth, listening to the soft sound of clear water, he became more devout, knelt down on his knees, and raised his head to worship the bright moon. A few croaks came from the thatched shed.My father was born, and my grandfather rushed into the hut with tears streaming down his face, and saw the woman was washing the blood on her hands. "What is it?" my grandfather asked. "Boy," said the woman. My grandfather fell to his knees and said to the woman: "Sister, I can't repay your kindness in this life, and I would rather become a dog or a horse in the next life to be driven by you." The woman smiled faintly, turned her body, and fell asleep like a dead person.Grandpa moved her to the bunk, touched my grandma, looked at my father, and walked out of the shack lightly.The moon has risen to the mid-heaven, and the sound of big fish can be heard in the water. My grandfather followed the sound of the water to look for the big fish, but he saw an orange floating object, which was rushing towards the earth mountain.Grandpa was startled, squatted down, and looked carefully. He saw that the object was round and smooth, and it made a splashing sound when it hit the water.Getting closer, Grandpa saw the white like a lamb and the black like charcoal. The black pushed the white, stirring the water surface into silver scales and jade flakes. On the first morning after my father was born, the hill surrounded by autumn water was very lively.In the thatched hut stood my grandfather, my grandmother was lying down, my father was sleeping, leaning against a female doctor, rubbing against a man in black, and sitting a girl in self-clothes. The floating thing my grandfather saw at night was a large glazed urn, in which was a girl in white, and a man in black was pushing the urn. The man in black was short, his face was less fleshy and bony, with deep eye sockets, white eyes like porcelain, and his ears were sticking out like a fan.He squatted and said in a nasal voice: "Brother, do you have any cigarettes? My cigarettes are all gone." My grandfather shook his head and said, "I haven't smelled smoke for half a year." The man in black beat him With a yawn, he stretched out his neck like a black stake.Around his neck like a black stake, there are two black ropes. If you look down the ropes, you can see that there is a thing firmly pinned to the waist.The man in black stood up and stretched his waist. My grandpa's eyes were hardened, and he stared at the two box cannons in the waist of the man in black without turning. His palms were sticky with sweat.The man in black looked down at his waist, bared his teeth, smiled fiercely, and said, "Brother, let's get some food for you. Everyone in the world is brothers and friends. I soaked in the water for two nights and two days." , all for her." The man in black pointed to the girl in white who was sitting upright.She has a big body, but she has a child's face, her facial features are natural, her nose is like a line, her lips are red and small, her eyes are big and lack luster, and she is blind only from her groping hands.The blind girl is wearing a white silk dress, holding a sanxian in her arms, her movements are slow and fluttering, like a person in a dream. My grandfather put two liters of rice and ten fish into the pot, set it on fire, and let white smoke and red fire rush out of the stove.The man in black coughed, walked straight out of the shed, took out a bag from the big urn, poured out a pile of brass bullets, wiped the buttocks of the bullets, and pressed them into the shuttle one by one. The woman in purple who claimed to be a doctor was no older than twenty-five. She had slept through the night, and now she was refreshed. She twisted her black hair into braids with both hands, and leaned against the side of the shed, looking coldly at man's trick.My grandfather couldn't forget how powerful her oar gun was, and his eyes were looking around her waist, but there was no sign of a bulging bag.Overnight, such three figures appeared on the mountain, and my grandfather, who had killed someone, could not help but feel agitated, cooking rice, and guessing riddles.Grandma was limp and weak. After watching for a while, she simply closed her eyes. The woman in purple walked up to the blind girl gracefully, squatted down, and asked softly, "Sister, where are you from?" "Where are you from... Where are you from..." The blind girl repeated the words of the woman in purple, and suddenly she smiled, two big dimples appeared on her cheeks. "What's your name?" The woman in purple asked softly again. The blind girl still didn't answer, with a sweet smile on her face, as if she had entered a happy and happy distant world. My father wept loudly, without tears and without opening his eyes.Granny stuffed a brown teat into his mouth, and the cries were stifled.Occasionally, there was a crackling of firewood burning, which made the sound of distant water deep and mysterious.The whole body of the man in black was bathed in the sun, and a layer of red rust appeared on his face and neck.The golden bullets flickered, attracting the eyes of the people in the shed from time to time. The woman in purple walked out slowly, approaching the man in black, with a look of shyness on her face, and asked eagerly, "Uncle, what is this?" The man in black raised his head and glanced at her, said with a grinning smile, "Fire stick." "Are you breathing?" she asked stupidly. The man in black stopped and raised his hands, his eyes were burning like lightning in the clouds, and there were animal-like laugh lines on his pointed chin, and he said, "Blow it and see!" The woman in purple said timidly: "I don't dare, I can't pull it out if I blow it into my mouth." The man in black looked at her suspiciously, hurriedly put away the bullets, stood up, crossed his legs, and slowly walked back into the shed.The smell of fish rice overflowed from the shed. There are only two bowls.With two bowls full of rice, my grandfather held up a bowl with both hands and respected it in front of the woman in purple.My grandfather said: "Sister, please eat. The poor family lives in the wild, and there is nothing good for you to eat. I will try to thank you after the flood goes down." The woman squinted her eyes, took the bowl with a smile, handed it to my grandma, and said "Sister-in-law is the hardest one. You should catch some fish and cook soup for her to eat. The carp nourishes the yang and the crucian carp produces milk." My grandma took the bowl with tears in her eyes, her lips trembling, but she was speechless. As I bowed my head, a single tear fell on my father's face.My father opened his black eyes, looking lazily at the floating dust in the light. Grandpa picked up another bowl of rice, glanced at the man in black, and apologized: "Brother, I am sorry for your inconvenience." Grandpa handed the bowl to the woman in purple.The man in black stretched out a hand from mid-air and lifted the rice bowl over, with a sneer on his face.Grandpa suppressed his unhappiness, turned his annoyance into a cough, and spit it out one after another. The man in black grabbed the job, but he didn't eat it himself.He squatted in front of the blind woman, holding the bowl in his left hand and the chopsticks in his right, picked up the rice, and smashed lumps of rice into the blind woman's mouth.The blind girl held the sanxian with both hands, stretched her neck, and raised her chin slightly, like a young swallow waiting to be fed.As she ate, she plucked the strings with her fingers and the cloth made a loud sound. After feeding the blind girl two bowls of rice, the man in black panted slightly.Lifting up his sleeve to wipe the blind girl's mouth, he turned around, threw the bowl in front of the woman in purple, and said, "Miss, it's your turn." The woman in purple said, "Maybe you should eat first." The man in black Said: "Without merit and virtue, you can eat later." The woman in purple said: "Be careful of getting out of the fire." Grandpa told the man in black what happened to the woman in purple last night in order to make him understand something.The man in black sneered.Grandpa asked, "What are you laughing at? Do you think I'm lying to you?" The man in black replied, "How dare you! However, it's nothing unusual. People come to this world, more or less have some unique skills." Grandpa Said: "I don't have a unique skill." The man in black said: "Yes, you will have it. If you don't have a unique skill, why would you spend your life in this sloppy grass?" While the man in black was talking, he saw a few rats smelling the food and poking around outside the shed.He kept talking, put his hand into his waist, and pulled out a box cannon. There were two crisp bangs, blue smoke came out from the muzzle, and the smell of gunpowder filled the shed. Red splashed around.My grandma threw the bowl away in shock, and my grandpa was also dumbfounded.The woman in purple stared at the man in black with blue eyes.My father sleeps snoringly.The blind girl Bu Leng Dong Bu Leng Dong played the string.My grandpa got into a fit and shouted: "You are so unreasonable!" The man in black laughed loudly, staggered up, stood in front of the pot, dug the rice with a spatula, and ate like no one else was there.Satisfied, without a word of politeness, he bent down and patted the blind girl's head, took her hand, and staggered out the door.Put the blind girl to bask in the sun, pull out a pair of guns from her waist, and shoot at the big birds playing and looking for food on the water around the dirt hill like a joke.He was sure to hit every shot, and a dozen bird carcasses soon floated on the surface of the water, and the red blood was scattered in circles.The flock of birds flew in fright, flying very high and far away, and those who were shot still fell straight down, smashing a piece of water. The woman in purple turned pale, and gradually approached the man in black.The man in black ignored her, his black face was facing the sun, glowing the color of steel.He seemed to be thinking and singing, to the string of the blind girl in white: "Green grasshopper. Purple cricket. Red dragonfly. White old raven. Blue swallow. Yellow magpie pigeon." "You must be a famous old man." Seven!" said the woman in purple. "I'm not Lao Qi." The man in black glanced at her and said. "If it's not Lao Qi, how can there be such a sharp gun?" The man in black put his two guns into his waist and asked, raised his healthy hands with ten fingers and said, "Look, am I Lao Qi?" He shot a mouthful into the water Phlegm, there are small fish quickly surrounding it. "Daughter, keep singing as I sing," he said to the blind girl in white. "Sing, old white raven. Blue swallow. Yellow magpie-" The blind girl smiled slightly, and she sang, with a childish voice, innocent and moving: "Green grasshoppers eat green grass stalks. Red dragonflies eat red worms. Purple crickets eat purple mang bark." "You mean, old Qiqi has fingers?" the woman in purple asked. The man in black said: "Seven fingers are the old seven, but ten fingers are not the old seven." "The white raven eats the purple cricket. The blue swallow eats the green grasshopper. The yellow magpie and pigeon eat the red dragonfly." "You are so good at marksmanship, you are number one in Gaomi County." "I am not as good as Lao Qi. Lao Qi can shoot flies, but I can't." "Where is Lao Qi?" "I got rid of it." "Green grasshoppers eat white ravens. Purple crickets eat blue swallows. Red dragonflies eat yellow magpies and pigeons." The sun fell on the hills.After the waterfowl had fled, the water surface was brilliant and quiet, and the half-submerged young chestnut trees were motionless.The woman in purple rubbed her hands, and jumped into her hand with a eaves gun from nowhere like lightning, aimed at the man in black and caught fire, the bullet pierced the man in black's chest.He fell down, turned over slowly, and showed a happy smile: "...Niece...well done...you are like your mother..." The woman in purple cried, "Why are you Want to kill my father?" The man in black vigorously raised a finger, pointing at the blind girl in white, there was a sound in his throat, and he dropped his hands to the ground, turning his head on the ground. A big black-feathered rooster came and stretched its neck and called, "Cock-chok-oh-oh-" The blind girl was still playing the string and singing. The flood began to fall. When I was very young, my grandfather taught me a nursery rhyme: Green Grasshopper.Purple cricket.Red Dragonfly. White old raven.blue swallow.Yellow Crane Pigeon. Green grasshoppers eat green grass stalks.Red dragonflies eat red worms. Purple crickets eat purple buckwheat. The white old raven eats purple crickets.Blue swallows eat green grasshoppers. Yellow cranes eat red dragonflies. Green grasshoppers eat white ravens.Purple crickets eat blue swallows. Red dragonflies eat yellow cranes and swans. A big rooster came and stretched its neck and called "chokechoke———"