"Penis" is the most majestic organ of a man. Although Li Lianying, the great eunuch, lost his "penis" since he was a child, he is a hundred times more majestic than thousands of men with "penis"! The turbid river meanders through the cracks in the dry ground, like a headless snake, its slender body piercing into the distant horizon.The sky, the same color as the roof, hangs dull floating clouds, and the dim sun casts its blurred and bewildered eyes on this place where the bodies of the dead and the desires of the living are buried. The stubborn branches tore the eyes into strips and scattered them on the ground like rags.The bleak wind blows the withered grass leaves, trembling slightly.People's clothes "whine" in the wind, like weeping in the grave.

This empty cemetery has ushered in its most glorious day for thousands of years. A layer of fresh loess has been added to each of the steamed bun-like graves. The yellow paper, the yellow paper kept beating in the wind, making a "rustling" sound. The altar table carved with marble has been covered by various rare offerings and fruits. The one in the middle can be seen at a glance. It is the censer used by the imperial palace, which is filled with a lot, a lot of top-quality incense.Below the cemetery, there is a piece of wasteland, and the wasteland has been paved with fresh loess at this time.Right on this wasteland, there are lined up luxuriously dressed people of different heights. This large group of noble people gathered in this poor country is particularly eye-catching.I don't know what the rules are, they lined up in two rows, and they all stood still with the same expression as the sky.Among them, there was an old man dressed in a high-grade official uniform and wearing a flower feather on his head. Like those people, he stood solemnly, staring blankly at the curved river in the distance piercing the horizon .

Everyone stood still with such a posture and such an expression.Except for the "woo-woo" sound of the clothes and the "rustling" sound of the grave paper, there is a dead silence. Occasionally, one or two crows fly up from the treetops in the distance, "croaking" and burrowing into the sky filled with loess middle. I don't know how much time has passed, in the eyes of everyone, a cluster of shaking shadows appeared in the distance where the yellow sand rose, as if being pulled by people's eyes, they were getting closer.At this time, a crow stealing food soared into the sky "suddenly", and a whirlwind rolled up on the cemetery, so the "rustling" sound of paper and the "whooping" sound of clothes were mixed together, and the crowd also There was a commotion.The shadow walked closer, and upon closer inspection, it was clearly a neat guard of honor, surrounded by a large sedan chair carrying eighteen.At this time, people on both sides have seen clearly.As if someone had issued an order in secret, the crowd behind the sedan chair picked up all kinds of musical instruments, gongs and drums. For a while, the drums were playing loudly, reverberating and hitting on the top of people's heads, and almost at the same time, on the side of the cemetery, lights were lit. Hundreds of Liuyang firecrackers were set off, sparks hit the ground, and the sound of explosions filled the sky.Even these people who had been waiting at the cemetery immediately threw themselves to the ground, forming two neat rows of heads on the wasteland.The sound of blowing and beating got closer, and the sound of firecrackers became louder and louder. When the two groups of people finally came together, the drum music stopped abruptly, and the sound of explosions gradually faded away.People embraced an old man who came with a sedan chair, walked along the path between two rows of heads, and walked to a marble altar at the side of the cemetery, beside the old man in official uniform.The kneeling people adjusted their postures and turned their gazes to this side.

Under the anticipation of all eyes, the newly arrived old man carefully found a small piece of paper from his side, put it in front of his eyes, and began to read.The wind suddenly became restless, desperately tearing at the old paper full of vicissitudes of time, all kinds of sounds merged together again, and nothing could be heard clearly.After the old man finished reading, he took a box wrapped in red cloth from a middle-aged man next to him, and solemnly handed it to the old man in official uniform.At the same time, the sound of the drums sounded again, the sparks of the firecrackers hit the ground again, the earth began to shake, and the crowd began to shake.The old man held the old paper in both hands and put it in the burning incense burner. In an instant, the paper turned into a scorched roll and was blown into the dry grass by a gust of wind.The hand of the old man in official uniform holding the red cloth box was shaking violently, and his legs beat each other.He finally couldn't hold on anymore, and threw himself on the ground with a sound of "Pu Tong", two streams of cloudy tears rolled out of his eyes, and the tears flowed down his thin cheeks to his heart's content.Suddenly he uttered a trombone and hit his head on the yellow ground, weeping bitterly and intermittently shouting: "Father... mother... son finally gave... the lifeblood you... gave me... to me Flesh... I found it..." He slapped the loess on the grave mound with both hands, crying like a heart-rending cry.After a while, the crying stopped. The old man hugged the red cloth box, looked up at the dim sky, and murmured inaudible words.After a while, he lowered his head again, frantically tore open the red cloth that wrapped the box, lifted the lid, stared at the two dark things inside, hit his head on the ground again, and cried hoarsely.In this way, after a while, the crying gradually turned into sobbing and gradually became smaller. The old man calmed down, raised his head, and focused his eyes on the two lumps.These two lumps condense a person's desolate and shameful memories...

"Stick croak, stick croak", just after the beginning of spring, the "dirty-nosed" frogs that had just jumped out of the frozen soil began to cry one after another.The frog's skin is yellowish brown, with a pointed mouth, and its buttocks are propped up high by its slender hind legs. In spring, it starts to bulge two big bulges, and it screams tirelessly all day long.The land on both sides of the Ziya River has been filled with the sound of "stick croak, stick croak". Decades ago, he ran to the capital at the foot of the emperor with this sound. It is also such a weather, the sun is drooping eyelids, like an old and lazy patient, staring sadly at the patched walls of the ancient city and the roofs with strands of tall and slender foxtails, as well as the languid streets. Scattered pedestrians.In the winding alley like chicken intestines, an old locust tree uses its countless huge arms to cover a courtyard deep in the alley.The moss-stained courtyard wall faithfully surrounds the house inside, and the peeling green paint of the half-open courtyard door reveals blood-stained pine.The yard was extremely quiet, except for the occasional barking of a neighbor's dog passing through the yard wall and hitting the gray roof.

In a small low room on the side of the main building, a flickering oil lamp was placed on a table, and beside the table was a narrow kang made of adobe bricks, covered with fine ash.A door panel was propped up with bricks at both ends of the kang, and on this door panel lay a naked boy. His legs and hands were stretched apart, tied to the door panel, and his waist was also tightly bound. rope.The child's face was pale, and his eyes were fixed on the roof.Black sandalwood and leaking mud can be seen above the house. A pulley is suspended from the beam, and a gleaming dagger is tied to one end of the string hanging from the wheel.The extremely sharp tip of the dagger was facing the child's eyes, motionless, and staring at the child.There are some sundries piled up in the corner of the room.The whole room was immersed in a frozen air, except for the beating lights, everything was waiting, waiting for a sound to break the silence.

The shadow cast by the branches of the old locust tree on the tightly pasted window paper swayed slowly, and the oil lamp blinked mysteriously at the shadow.Finally, amidst the swaying of the shadows, a figure walked into the room. This was a man in his fifties, of short stature, with a face full of acne. He came to the side of the child and pulled the hanging rope casually.The man's hand started to move, the rope moved slowly, and the dagger also slowly slid down.The child's eyes widened, and his eyes moved in the direction of the dagger's fall, connecting with the top of the dagger. His hands were still moving, and the dagger was still sliding down and down, and the child's eyes kept retreating and retreating.The lights danced more violently, the impact of the sparks made a "popping" sound, and the shadows on the window paper began to dance.

I saw the man's hand flickering quickly, and the dagger fell straight down. At this moment, a chilling scream broke through the closed window and broke through the roof... and then, everything was silent again.The child's face was gray, and his head was tilted to the side. The man in his fifties picked up two lumps of blood and flesh from the side of the kang, put them in a rice liter, wrapped them in red cloth, and put them away. Everything returned to its previous silence, and low dark clouds rose in the gray-yellow sky... The eyes of the old man in official uniform were filled with turbid tears again. He stared blankly into the distance. On the horizon far away from the river, there was a group of crows flying up vaguely.

Several years later, the old man lay down in a large-scale tomb, and several years later, his tomb was dug up, and what people saw was a headless corpse, so various legends were born one after another, His very ordinary name is full of all kinds of fog and doubts. He is the super eunuch who has held the lifeline of China for decades-Li Lianying.