It was almost dawn.Lao Dan was wearing a dirty military overcoat, sitting on a stack of ammunition boxes.The match was a bit damp, and it took several strands to break before I lit the cigarette pot.The thick hot smoke, like warmed wine, circled seven or eight times in the numb body, and only a wisp came out from the nostrils, drowning in the white air that spewed out. He stood up and walked toward the dawn that was about to begin.The battlefield is sleeping, and something is flowing on the ground.He rubbed his eyes, guessing that it was just a gossamer in his eyes, or a wandering spirit in the night.Take two deep breaths, the air is cold, without the smell of death from yesterday.The battlefield has become a cemetery, and as long as the corpses are not eaten by wild dogs, they will freeze through this winter.The wind brushed over the dense barbed wire, and the hanging tin boxes clanged; On the snow--a foot with a low sound, it must be a cane covered with iron, this foot may have been blown off by a mine, it may have been broken by a rifle, or it may have been...frozen.

Lao Dan knew that the 700,000 to 800,000 troops of the national army were all assembled within a radius of 200 miles, and they had to settle the old and new accounts with the communist army.After the previous few battles, thousands of villages were reduced to mounds of earth and tiles, and the people scattered like sparrows.The troops all over the mountains and plains marched in an orderly manner, with people walking on human roads, vehicles driving on roads, donkeys and horses walking in strings, all of them were made in the United States from head to toe, bundles of machine guns and rocket launchers were piled on the vehicles, and huge tanks lined up and roared past. , these big dung beetles occupy the widest road, making the brothers' teeth sour.The bombers swarmed heavily over the mountain, shaking the ground to pieces.With so many fraternal troops together, so many good weapons, and such high spirits, no matter what the battle, who can stand such a fight?The crippled major in the regiment said yesterday that although the communist army has beaten the Seventh Army to pieces, it still has more than 200,000 fewer soldiers than here.A main force of the Communist Army had learned how powerful the brothers of the 18th Army were. They left their trenches and a lot of equipment and ran away overnight from Nanpingji.

But these have nothing to do with Lao Dan. After fighting for a month, his battalion just listened to the sound, and said several times that it was going to fight the Communist Army. Either the Communist Army changed its mind, or the National Army changed its plan. Not for nothing, he was wronged by a string of bombs dropped by the national army and the air force, and he didn't even see a shadow of the communist army.Lao Dan thought he was lucky at first, but he got tired of it after a month. If such a decisive battle passed without a single shot, how could he go back and brag to his wife?The day before yesterday when they arrived at the opposite side of the camp, there were thousands of people, which made him unable to sleep for two nights.Lao Dan looked at the brightened horizon, frowned and smoked the pot, if the bastards didn't come, the tobacco would be out of stock.

There seemed to be movement on the opposite side, and the smell of fireworks wafted over, but no one pulled the bolt.Lao Dan knocked off the ashes from the smoke pot, and carefully stuffed them into his waist.A few dazzling stars floated up, the positions of the communist army crawled out of the darkness, and the fluttering red flags were faintly visible.The cavalry ran around, and the horses spewed out streams of white steam.Lao Dan moved his frozen limbs, took out a couple of sips of the warm wine in his arms, and his hands became hot.He took out the comb, took off the hard shell-like cotton hat, and combed his hair gently.A passing brother coughed a few times, and he hurriedly hid the comb.Frost air invaded the fortifications, and the soldiers came out with sallow faces. Most of them looked numb, scratching their hair and picking their nostrils, rubbing their hard faces, and the addicted ones were shaking and rolling cigarettes.The soldiers on night duty were all lying on the observation mirror, and no one was dozing off on the machine gun.A fat bird woke up from its snow nest, startled by the sound of the machine gunner coughing, and flew away.Lao Dan watched it fly away, and really wanted to turn into this bird and go to the communist army to see what these monsters were doing, whether they spoke human words, and whether the shit they pooped was stinky shit.

The soldiers all got up, ate porridge and rice indiscriminately, and began to fiddle with their guns.Most of them are Thomson guns that have just been issued. The guns are very new, like a good-looking woman who just got it.The trigger of this American product is comfortable and has a strange feel. When it is fired, it is like holding a rabbit.When I received this gun before the war, the bright oil on the gun was still sticky.Lao Dan didn't know whether to hold it vertically or horizontally, but when he tried it, he held it crookedly.He held it crookedly, and all the soldiers in the battalion were crooked, except Guo Erzi, the deputy battalion commander, who didn't follow him, because he lost his right eye, so he shot with his right hand, even if his neck was crooked, that eye couldn't reach the aiming target. .

Lao Dan called several company commanders and urged everyone to enter the fighting state.They grumbled as usual, listening to other people's kangs every day, and they were hardened by the wall for a month.The other company commander said that the communist army on the opposite side might think the same way. When two goals meet, the hard dick wins. Hurry up and listen to the battalion commander to prepare. Lao Dan was about to say a few pretendingly harsh words when there was a sudden light in the distance, like silent lightning in the wilderness. Before he could turn his head, a veteran platoon leader shouted out his hoarse throat: "The communist army's heavy artillery!"

"Everyone hide!" Lao Dan yelled, his voice was out of tune.He looked towards the communist army in fear, the horizon seemed to be boiling, and a string of flames rumbled.The slow-moving brothers immediately filled the trench, and the platoon leaders slammed down the steel plate at the entrance of the tunnel, and the soldiers got in skillfully and nimbly, as usual practice.There was a thick vibration from the earth, an empty reverberation in the sky, and the morning mist was torn apart by densely packed shells, which smashed towards them with whistles.Before getting into the hole, Lao Dan looked back, and the bird flew to nowhere.

Who hasn't seen a cannon?Lao Dan didn't panic in the cave.The caliber is average, the base is not large, most of them are mountain cannons of devils, and there are many stink bombs that will not explode when they hit the ground.The artillery of the national army is not a vegetarian. Even if you fire late, the large-caliber cannons and howitzers will still carry your mountain artillery positions.The brothers were crowded in the cave, and some were talking and laughing. The gongs and drums were beating, and the bride was about to be carried. As soon as he poked his head out after the artillery fire, a piece of communist army had rushed to a place dozens of steps away from the trench.They were not in a hurry, and some of them stopped to tie their loose old cotton trousers while running, or chatted while running.This arrogant charge old Dan has never seen before, are the bastards here to go to the market?Devils aren't so shameless, are they?Lao Dan scolded Guisuner, aimed at the one holding the flag and opened fire.The man was hit on each chest and face, turned around and fell down.The dazzling red flag floated far away with the pole, as if trying to escape from the battlefield, but it was quickly caught by another guy and lifted up, and was shattered into pieces under the pinching of machine guns.

When Lao Dan gave the order, the trenches erupted, and the sixteen heavy machine guns commanded by the second son fired at the same time.Every gun rang, burned, and became angry. The communist army lay down like ants, and those who didn't lie down were blown away. A few dead ones just screamed through the rain of bullets and minefields. , It's really strange that the gods are in front of you. This kind of firepower may even kill a passing fly. How did such a big person come alive? After all, these monsters are made of meat. As soon as they jumped over the red-hot barbed wire, they were smashed by bullets from several angles. They didn't even scream, because their necks were broken, their mouths were smashed, and some of their heads were broken. They all flew away.The brothers were pleasantly surprised by the ease of use of the new weapon, and hugged each other vigorously, and reached the end with one hug. Anyway, there are plenty of bullets.The second son held a heavy machine gun himself, and was still beating several dead bodies. He said he wanted to see what kind of ball this American large-caliber machine gun could beat people.Lao Dan saw many soldiers looking at the guns in their hands with joy, and he thought of the hard life of being a devil. I don't know how many brothers died because they had no time to return the bullets.If the Yankee gave this guy earlier, would Little Japan be able to defeat Wuhan?

But the communist army was not frightened by this firepower...how could the communist army be frightened?It is said that they all believed in the man surnamed Mao. Some people said that when he breathed out his immortal air, the Communist army would be invulnerable. They also heard that they had a death order, and they would not shoot when they were less than ten feet away.Lao Dan soon found out that there was no need to waste bullets like this, so he ran all over the trenches, asked his brothers to shoot carefully, and then fired at 30 meters. trousers.He gave orders to the company commanders that every recruit must be shot, spanked even when he pissed his trousers, spanked in his trousers, hit the sky, hit the ground, hit people, it doesn’t matter what you hit, just have to hit .When recruits kill a communist army, they will be rewarded with a sausage, and if they kill another, they will be rewarded with a tael of soju.Encouraged by the old battalion commander, the veterans had a good time playing, and the recruits had a good time playing, and some even took off their shirts in this winter.The artillery of the group army is really interesting, and they fought hard.They fired at a rare frequency, and various heavy artillery shells fell in front of the position in groups.The flames burned the entire front, and those who stuffed the cannonballs must be the prodigal sons from the big cities. The first wave of the communist army was blown up into braised pork, and they kept throwing them.Fortunately, a large group of communist troops clamored and came together again, and those shells were not wasted.No matter how loudly the communist army yelled, they all lay down after a while, and those who were still moving were torn to pieces by machine guns.The last one seemed to be blown out, his cotton pants were blown into shorts, and the red flag was shattered. He stood up with his bare bloody legs, walked out of the black smoke on tiptoe, and turned around a few times with the rotten flag on his back. , coughed a few times, picked up a shoe and put it on; he covered his head again, as if he still didn't understand what he was doing, he limped over here.Lao Dan wanted to catch someone alive, and just about to open his mouth, a string of bullets smashed his head and broke the flagpole in his hand.He took two steps before falling down, but slowly, shaking his shoulders as if he was about to turn his head, before he was entangled in the barbed wire and smoked.A teenage recruit came running up with a gun, cheering and begging for a reward.Lao Dan asked someone to give the sausage with a sullen face, he couldn't scold the little bastard, he didn't say that he would catch him alive just now.

This is the first time that Lao Dan has fought against the Communist Army for ten years. Ten years ago, Lao Dan was twenty-three, farming with Cui'er in his hometown in Henan, raising a two-year-old baby.That place is called Banzi Village, a village with more than one hundred households.The Daizi River passes through the village. It is not as shallow as knees, but it has been flowing for hundreds of years.On the west side of the river is the Xie family, on the east side is the Guo family, and some outsiders like Mr. Yuan Bai live under the hills behind the village and north.Jujube trees and pear trees are planted in front of and behind the village, and at the head of the village there is an ancient well of unknown age and a big pagoda tree that never dies.This place is a bit weird, there is a pile at the entrance of the village, but it can't be found on the map - this is what Mr. Yuan Bai in the village said, if he said he couldn't find it, he would definitely not find it, there is nothing he can say wrong.In the first year, there was plenty of rain and snow, and the harvest was good. Lao Dan’s family even slaughtered a pig during the New Year. The large pieces of pork were marinated in oil, and the pig’s head was dried on the beams of the house. They could be eaten until after autumn.The days are good and the energy is enough. Lao Dan works hard in winter, trying to make Tweety's belly bigger, and gathers a pair of boys to jump around the floor. He doesn't remember Lao Dan's original name, and no one in Banzi Village remembers it.He only knows that he belongs to the Xie family, and his parents called him Dan'er since he was a child.There were three brothers and sisters in Dan'er. When he was 5 years old, there was a severe drought in the Central Plains, and Banzi Village had no crops. Many people in the village starved to death.First the younger sister died of starvation, then the younger brother. Only the skinny Dan'er was left next to her parents.The old well was cut off from the water source. In order to compete with the Guo family in the same village for the belt-thin water of the Daizi River, his father brought the Xie family and the Guo family to a fight.Pickaxes, sickles, rakes, all the guys who can be used are used.The opponent was beaten to death by a man, and the steel cannons captured by the Boxers from the English Foreign Gun Team were dragged out of the vegetable cellar.His father and his clansmen had never seen such a thing before, and they rushed to the other side of the river, and by chance, a cannonball hit his father's chest, and the man was blown to pieces.Xie's family ran back holding him by one leg and dared not cross the river for ten years.Dan'er's mother buried the man's leg. In order to help Dan'er, who died of starvation, the general left Banzi Village and went to Pengjiawan to be a nanny for someone.Dan'er lived with his lonely third uncle, and grew wildly during the years gnawed by wolf-fanged dogs.The third uncle was blind in one eye, and raised a girl who was also insane. Dan'er didn't burden him a bit when he came over, so he took advantage of his heart and just called him Dan'er, not his name.Dan'er's mother came back several times, brought back money and clothing materials, and then left again. The last time she came back was delivered by a carriage, and she never heard from her again.The whole clan knew that his mother had remarried, and seeing that the child was suffering, they helped him from time to time.Those who suffered from wars and chaos and natural disasters, the old people did not live long, and those who remembered Dan'er's name fell into the ground without paying attention. The nickname Lao Dan was given by Mr. Yuan Bai when he was 12 years old.Mr. Yuan Bai said that he likes to take out his dick to play when he has nothing to do, and young women who have never fucked with dicks are black and thick like donkeys.Mr. Yuan Bai is an old monster from Shaanxi, with a white beard when he came here, and it is said that he used to be a gentleman of a big family in another village.The big family couldn't keep their money. In the past few years, there were internal strife, several people were killed by themselves, and then they were attacked by bandits. After a fire, more than half of the masters and slaves were killed or injured, the family was defeated, and the people fled.Mr. Yuan Bai came to Banzi Village on a donkey, and made a living by writing and telling fortunes in the village. When he was free, he taught everyone to read and write, earning some money for books and meals.One day when he was sitting at the entrance of the village with a group of neighbors, he saw Dan'er and a group of young children chasing and fighting in the big drying field. When the chicken comes, it shows the length and thickness.When it was Dan'er's turn to pull off his belt, the sparrows all over the tree flew away in fright, the female donkey tied under the tree screamed in fright, and the women holding their babies at the entrance of the village jumped up in fright.Mr. Yuan Bai laughed. He twirled his white beard and called Dan'er. He fiddled with a branch a few times. After confirming that it was genuine, he pointed at it and arranged it: "This thing has the aura of heaven and earth, and it is born to be Lu Bu in the ball. Zhao Yun in the egg is like Mr. Yi, chasing Wei Yangsheng straight away, can beat drums when hardened, wrap around the waist when soft, whistling with wind when swung up, tossing rivers and seas between advances and retreats, truly extraordinary, a god root that emerges once in a century. According to Mr. Yuan Bai, the rumor of Dan'er's great lifeblood became a reality, and it spread quickly when he was particular about it.The young Dan'er doesn't know the origins of Ruyijun and Weiyangsheng. He only knows that his crotch is indeed bigger than many young people who pull carts in the village. There are many peaks, and you often have to twist your tongue before you sit down.Going shopping with his mother at the entrance of the village, the peddler insisted that he stole a yam, so his mother bet with the peddler, and she really got a yam back; When it grows bigger, even the tumor head and the dragon body are made out.Within half a year after the rumor surfaced, someone from the Mai Ke asked, "Is there a little old lady in your village?"I heard that you can use a ball to roll out noodles? Although Lao Dan's lifeblood is well-known, it has not brought any benefits to the family. He and his third uncle are still poor.The third uncle is naturally aware of Dan'er's crotch family background, but he never talks about it. Is it a matter of his family's life that Dan'er is long or short?He only hoped that his nephew's prestige would bring back a fertile woman for the family. If he couldn't continue the incense of the Xie family, what was the use of this dick? At the age of eighteen, little Lao Dan was called Lao Dan.Although Lao Dan is not considered indomitable, he is still a stake when poked on the ground.The third uncle's daughter became more and more insane, and she could defecate on the spot while eating, but she insisted on avoiding people when she urinated.On the day of Dahan, I went to pee outside, stuck in a snow nest and froze to death.The third uncle stroked Lao Dan's head, and began to yell, but Lao Dan let him yell, since he didn't have much memory of his father anyway. Lao Dan has no special skills other than that thing. He works in the village every day, helping people raise donkeys, herd sheep, pigs and plow the land, and then go to the mountains to catch some rabbits and pheasants, pick some wild fruits and vegetables, and then he will be able to support his uncle and nephew.Someone from outside the village brought news of his mother and brought Lao Dan a bundle of things. His mother died of tuberculosis and was buried in Pengjiawan.In the bag were more than a dozen dollars and some change, as well as two pairs of fucking cloth shoes and a red string.The bearer specifically mentioned that your mother said that this red string should be tied to your...thing, which will keep you safe and have a full house of children. After putting on the cloth shoes, the red rope was thrown on the kang.He took the money to find Mr. Yuan Bai.Mr. Yuan Bai drew a picture for him, and found someone to build him a new earth house with a house and a yard. An osmanthus tree was planted in the yard, and the third uncle who was about to be blind was taken in, and then I bought five acres of land and two donkeys.The turtle monster blew a festive tune and set off a string of shiny firecrackers.Lao Dan hangs the red string given by his mother at the door, and looks at it a few times every day when he goes in and out. Not long after, Hua Zigu, a well-known matchmaker, came to kiss her.Mr. Yuan Bai talked about it, and everyone in the village also encouraged him. Lao Dan married Cui Er, the only daughter of Master Liu's family in Shangbangzi Village, 30 miles south of Banzi Village.This woman is not young, with a graceful figure, big buttocks and round breasts, a face that can be said to be ugly or not, handsome or not, each part is not so special, but when put together, it has a certain taste, but this taste is not Let Lao Dan make up his mind, his feet are still big, and he can go a long way with one step.He really has no reference, but the women in the village are good-looking if they don't have crooked lips and squinting eyes. This woman must be seen well, right? Liu's family is a prosperous local family. Mr. Liu used to butcher pigs, but at the beginning of the year, he made a fortune and saved a hundred acres of land.Seeing that Lao Dan is a tall, down-to-earth man with a good reputation, he wanted to get a business of inverting the door, but was rejected by Lao Dan. It is a shameful thing to invert the door, he can understand it clearly.Mr. Liu was very fond of Laodan, and thought that it would be difficult for an older daughter to marry, so he wanted to change his course and adopt a concubine to raise a son, so he gave a generous gift to become this relative.Tweety was definitely satisfied with Lao Dan, and she smiled a little when they met for the second time, maybe it was this shallow smile that moved him, like seeing a flower bud blossom, which made him make up his mind. Cui'er, who got out of the sedan chair, was wearing a red hijab and a red coat that fitted her close-fittingly, which was really pretty. The shoes must have been made small on purpose, and the arches of her feet were stretched high.This woman is still a fast-moving woman, she sat on the door stool with her butt collapsed, and a curious dog under the stool was crushed; she was also impatient, she was in a hurry to find a latrine when she was going to worship, maybe it was because the sedan chair got cold She went in, but she still didn't come out after playing two songs by the turtle monster; she was a sloppy person, and finally came out, and she lost her hijab somewhere, most likely she fell into the latrine.The third uncle felt that it was bad luck, and the mother's family felt that it was really embarrassing, so they found another red bag to cover it.Lao Dan begged the turtle monster to play it again, ready to go through this embarrassing scene with a blushing face. The rules in the village are worshiping inside the house and killing pigs outside.The pigs were bought by the Guo family with joint funds.Whenever someone in the village gets married, the Xie family will send a donkey, and the Guo family will send a pig.The pig was drenched with wine lees the night before, and fell asleep until he was ready to be stabbed.But the delay in the unexpectedly extended ceremony made the old man wake up.The rope was only roughly tying it to the wooden plank, and this was terrible. As soon as the turtle monster blew the last sound, the two hundred catties jumped up.The four hooves are tied and they jump together, and the door panels are hung together.The villagers screamed and ran away, and those who were brave enough surrounded it, beat it with sticks, tripped over the hoe, and the rope was entangled in circles, and they pressed it back to the wooden board with great effort.Seven or eight young men pressed the beast, and their muscles were so tired that their muscles were jumping. Guo Erzi, who had his hands stuck in the pig's mouth, blushed and shouted at the crowd: "It's so exciting to watch? Come on, let's use a knife!" Xie Laoshuan plucked up his guts, took a sip of spirits from his bulging bun-like chest, and slapped his chest up. Just as he took a knife to make a stance, the big pig struggled up, its snout resting on his head, He immediately rolled out, and the falling knife hit the soles of his feet in an unbiased manner. The pig didn't move, but Xie Laoshuan screamed as if he had killed a pig first. Two young men went up again, one picked up the knife and roared, closed his eyes and stabbed it, and Guo Tietou, who was pressing the pig's mouth, fell down, and the knife was firmly stuck in his arm; He searched the pig's neck inch by inch with the knife, and didn't move even after being sprayed by the pig. He looked like an old hand, and the butcher's knife swooped in swiftly, and the root disappeared. He applauded first, The knife was thrown out again, the cut was opened, but no blood was seen, and there was no gushing like the waterfall at all, and the knife was stabbed again, and it was still the same. The villagers laughed in unison, and he sat on the ground and cried loudly. "I've only killed chickens, ducks and rabbits, how could I kill such a big pig? Whoever laughs at you will come." Lao Dan looked impatient, and rolled up his sleeves to do it himself, shaking his hands first.Just about to go all out to do it, Cui'er, who was wearing a red satchel, stopped her.She got up slowly, walked with frightening strides, stretched out her hand to the crying young man, took the knife he handed over in panic, and walked up to the pig, she quickly took off the bag covering the pig's eyes, and stretched her waist Zong, with a flick of his breasts, the knife went in, and he pressed the knife like lightning, and pulled it out abruptly.The squirting pig's blood flew far away, pouring water on the coward who was still sitting on the ground.The villagers were babbling and marveling at the fact that Lao Dan had pimples on his arms, but Tweety only smiled, picked up the bag on the pig's head and covered it again, and trotted back, grabbed Lao Dan's arm and whispered, "Hurry up, worship... " On the night of the bridal chamber, the woman was like a well-behaved old cat on the window sill, nestling in the corner of the kang into a meat ball with no head or tail.The clothes that had been taken off were neatly folded on the top of the kang, and the embroidered shoes were neatly placed on the edge of the kang.Lao Dan was half-drunk, and walked into the courtyard at half-timbered steps. Under the moonlight, he regained his composure and courage, and groped for the kang under the dim sesame oil lamp.He moved forward inch by inch, carefully handling it, like searching for scattered wheat in the stubble.His fingertips were painfully pricked by the strips of the kang mat, he endured the pain and continued to move forward, touching the cotton-scented quilt, he let his hands crawl into it like snakes.The quilt was like a wide green gauze curtain, and no one could be seen when he touched it. Just when he wanted to get in, he touched a round buttock.It is the slippery loach in autumn, the tofu just out of the steamer in winter, the jelly made by Guo’s family in summer, and the greasy lard under the bacon jar in spring.The woman's body trembled under those big hands, causing a low heat wave in the bed.That rough hand slid over her waist, swirled around her belly button, rubbed it like a fish rubbing dough for a moment, and then slid down her belly, but before pausing and thinking about it, it went over the mountain in a daze Ridge, slide on her towering tits.Lao Dan was burning in his groping, his fingertips were like red-hot irons, Yintang was like a poker plugged in, his blood boiled like dumplings, and he scrambled to the donkey that was being teased by others, letting it stretch into yam in the ground .He tore off the clothes that were in the way, lifted the quilt, stared at the huge truth in the night, and rushed towards the white ball of flesh under the moon.But the woman rolled on the kang, and in the dark night, a dexterous hand slapped on Lao Dan's cheek.Lao Dan suddenly saw the colorful stars and the soft moon, and the cricket and grasshopper plugged the sparrow's ears.Before he woke up, the other hand had already grasped his lifeblood like lightning.Lao Dan suddenly remembered the allusion of the bear breaking the stick, and felt that he had become that poor stick, about to be snapped off and caught in the woman's armpit, and felt that it was the pig she slaughtered, about to spew rainbow-like of blood.An iron rod suddenly turned into stewed vermicelli.Cold sweat flowed stickily into the blood, where it shrank, and the heroism was also broken, and he even stopped breathing.But the woman didn't break it, she held it in a daze, her trembling hands loosened, and she fiddled with it up and down for a while, pulling, flicking, touching and pulling, and softly babbling. "Light up the lamp, let me see..." The woman was talking all over her body, and Lao Dan could hear that thing clearly, and quietly raised her head as if cheering up. After the truth came out, the suspected things grew again, and the night was filled with surprise and shyness, and everything became soft and hot, like a quilt growing on the body, covering the cold and sweaty old lady.They had a good understanding but panicked and didn't choose their way. They were going to move to the oil lamp to check their proportions when they were about to move under the oil lamp, but they hit the right direction with a thud, and the depth was solid.The woman uttered a frightening wow, straightened her waist in pain, opened her mouth wide, and spit out the rich smell of fried noodles; Lao Dan was stunned in surprise, the world suddenly sank in half, and his life was suddenly shortened by three inches. The moonlight suddenly became as blazing as the sun.The two of them were stunned, their heartbeats pounded against each other, and their blood seemed to merge. Lao Dan soon knew that it should be like this, and it turned out to be like this.He experienced the most wonderful moment in his life in dozens of sprints.He couldn't put it down because of the woman's body. He wished he could become that thing and sneak into the woman's stomach.Under his onslaught, the woman's pain turned into moans and aimless scratching, and finally her breasts and white eyes rolled up.The groom, Lao Dan, slammed the sky overnight, and sent him off freely without a teacher.He kneaded the stretched and mysterious dough wantonly, stabbing forward and backward on a huge chopping board.At dawn, Lao Dan roared and sprinkled the last string of bright things, like rain after the thunder, all over the woman's scarred waist.One is out of ammunition and food, the other is full of breath, they struggled to crawl together, red and white stuck together, breathing together, the two listened to the rooster crowing, and laughed at the old cat on the windowsill that hadn't slept well all night, Snuggle up and talk about the days to come. "Tweety, why do you know how to butcher a pig?" Lao Dan was terrified. "What's so strange, my father was a pig butcher when he was young. I've seen it a lot, so we've met." "Then... aren't you afraid?" Lao Dan warmly held her knife hand. "What are you afraid of? You're not human." Tweety raised her body and blew out the oil lamp with a puff.At the moment when the flames flickered away, Lao Dan suddenly felt the beauty of her side face covered with hair, and was so satisfied that she was almost drunk. The husband and wife and the third uncle lived in the three-room courtyard, farming the two and a half acres of land, watching the sun go up and down, the leaves big and small, and the stars shifting.Years of flood and drought, years of disaster and years of abundance, years of locusts and years of rats are all reincarnated in a random and silent way. The days can’t be called rich, let’s just talk about nourishment, and this nourishment is enough.Tweety is a laugher, but also an angry one. If she doesn't respond with three words, she will slap her hands stained with lard, vegetable leaves, chili and chicken dung. If she loses a fight with her second son, or is cheated by a pear seller, Even watching two dogs copulating and being in a daze, a slap in the face is inevitable.Lao Dan's two thick faces have tasted the most abundant taste in the world, and there is anger in his heart, but they are always gently rubbed away by the woman at night. His tired body seems to be naturally understood by the woman. Kneading always makes Lao Dan sleep soundly.Good meat, good noodles, good wine and good food are always put into his bowl first by women; the stuffing of bean buns, dates on flower rolls, and the best tendons on beef are always stuffed into his bowl by women. Hehe big mouth. In the autumn of the twenty-fifth year of the Republic of China, the Daizi River was ten feet wide out of thin air, and it thundered like a horse in the middle of the night.The woman gave birth to a baby with a handle that weighed eight catties in a panic. The baby's cries had just started, and Lao Dan had just tied the red rope left by the mother to the baby's leg. Xiaozuier, the water in the Daizi River receded until there was nothing left.The folks stood at the bottom of the dry river wondering what to do. Black loaches as long as a foot and giant toads that screamed like cows were swimming in the mud.Xie Laoshuan's woman hurriedly wiped her hands, saying that your son is a big water boy, and his name must have wood. As the saying goes, water can carry a boat.Lao Dan hurriedly nodded and said yes, when the sweaty Tweety called him, she couldn't help but say a big mouth. "Don't give me a sip of wine! This piggy hurts me to death..." Mr. Yuan Bai outside the door laughed, smoked a cigarette and said that the baby's name had already been thought up by him, so let's call him Xie Yougen. The nephew and grandson were born, but the third uncle couldn't bear the good news, laughed and laughed for half a month, and died on the night of the full moon.Lao Dan and the woman mourned him according to the rules of sending off his father.Lao Dan felt that God was not a good thing, so he refused to let his third uncle enjoy the blessings for a few days, but soon he thought, what kind of blessings are there, maybe he is really blind, and he still suffers.After crying, hating, and stunned, Lao Dan raises chickens and grows vegetables, feeds pigs and donkeys, and then sows whole ridges of corn on the cob.During those two years in Banzi Village, it was cold in spring and drought in summer, and the crops were dying like the old people in the village.But although suffering is bitter, everyone is the same, so they don't feel anything, those who deserve to die, those who deserve to live, as long as people live, the sky will not fall. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard bloomed and thanked, and bloomed again after thanking.The son grew up slowly, from crawling to walking, from walking to running. On the day the old cat died of old age, he squatted on the field ridge holding the donkey rope, and asked Lao Dan how big the world was with his thick lips.Why can't he run towards the sun, why can't he fly a kite to the side?Where do I come from?Can you pick a star and come down to play?Lao Dan scratched his sweaty head, watched the sunset in the evening mist, watched the donkey push away the rooster that was grabbing dinner with it, and said that when your father and I go out one day to understand, I will come back and tell you and your mother.From that day on, Lao Dan began to gaze at the distance outside the village. Every time he put away the plow and hoe and washed away the dirt from his body in the river, he always looked back, at the faint mist on the horizon, at the bright stars shining from the mountains. rising. Rooted questions planted grass in his heart, and dense doubts and panics grew.He began to miss his dead parents and third uncle, and began to pay attention to the weeds in the yard and the cicadas on the trees. He watched the oil lamp slowly burn out at night. He didn't know why, and he had a bad premonition.Sometimes he would stumble inexplicably while walking, and it always seemed that someone was whispering to him behind his ear.On a rainy day, he saw a huge fireball chasing Xie Laoshuan, who was foolishly leading the donkey, and also saw a shining large plate flying away from the wheat field.All the sheep in the village died on that day, their heads were facing due east, and they all had their eyes closed, like old people passing away peacefully. Mr. Yuan Bai began to walk up and down the village with a serious expression, touching this tree, looking at that wall, and sometimes walking up and down by the Daizi River on a full moon night.Someone brought him a big box, and the curious villagers gathered around to look at it. It turned out to be some bamboo-bound letters with strange characters like worms, and some tattered newspapers and thread-bound books. People in the village could read a few words. People don't recognize it either.Mr. Yuan Bai's beard is getting whiter, but his hair is getting blacker. His eyesight and legs seem to be starting to fail. At the age of fifty, he already had a thin cane made of jujube wood. Around the beginning of autumn, the sky is always cloudless and the ground is still scorching heat. Weasels hug voles and die under bare trees. Thousands of black caterpillars emerge from old poplar trees. Dogs are as thin as chickens, and chickens are as weak as sparrows. , The sparrow was so miserable that it seemed to know that the yellow shell was left early; the magpie called out the sound of the crow, and the crow ate the eggs in the nest, and the locust seemed to have grown the hook of a praying mantis, cutting the wheat stalks to pieces. There is no trace; the Daizi River is like the urine of an old man. It becomes thicker and narrower as it flows. Before autumn, there is only a foot-wide mud soup. There are small fish with long legs and toads that like to roll their eyes. I have seen a long snake covered with piebald spots, and a group of people went into the water to catch it, only to see that the snake circled twice and twice between the muddy water and people's legs, and then suddenly rose into the air, turning into a wisp of human-shaped blue smoke, and it was in the air. He yelled: "The ghost is coming!"cluck cluck! Everyone was afraid, and ran away calling their mother. It is said that those who dared to look back fell to the ground and died amidst the giggling laughter of that thing. For months no one dared approach the century-old river until they had no more water to drink.Last year's family fortune could not survive this winter without a harvest, and the accumulated rainwater stinks in the big tank.The whole village was so panicked and frightened that they didn't dare to turn off the oil lamps when they went to sleep, and even Mr. Yuan Bai was frowning.There is a vision in the sky, and people have suspicions. The dispute between the Xie family and the Guo family that had been dormant for many years broke out when the river in this belt was dry.