Chapter 7 Chapter VII

The female driver's words pierced the scout's heart like a steel knife.He clutched his chest and bent down in pain like a young man in love.He saw her pink feet moving over and over on the carpet, more nimble than her hands.Evil passion flooded his heart, "Bitch!" He gritted his teeth and cursed, then turned and walked out the door.He heard the female driver yelling from behind: "Your client, don't leave! Bullying women, what are you!" But he still strode towards the door.A gleaming silver glass flew past his ears with the sound of the wind, hit the door, bounced back, and fell to the ground.He turned his head and saw her with her chest open, gasping for breath, her eyes filled with tears.With mixed feelings in his heart, he lowered his voice and said, "I never thought you would be so shameless to sleep with a dwarf for money?" The vibration made the metal trim around the frosted chandelier clank.She tore the clothes on her chest, beat her breasts with her fists, scratched her face with her nails, tore her hair with her hands, and hit her head against a milky white wall. While crazily masturbating herself, she yelled hysterically and almost burst the scout's eardrums: "Go-go-you go-"

The scout was terrified.He had never seen such a formation.He felt Death touching his nose with cool hands with red nails.Streams of urine wet his thighs, although he knew full well that it was unsightly to wet his pants.It's uncomfortable, but let them rush in anyway, otherwise it will collapse.In the process of urinating his pants, he got the pleasure of relieving the huge mental pressure, and he begged: "Please don't do this... Please..." The female driver was not moved by his pleading or his urinary incontinence, so she stopped masturbating herself and lowered her crying tone.The movement of her head hitting the wall became more violent, each time the wall reverberated dully, and the situation where her brain would burst out could happen at any time.The scout rushed forward and hugged her waist.She straightened up and jumped out of the embrace.Instead of hitting the wall, I changed the way of masochism, gnawed on the back of my hand fiercely, like gnawing a pig's trotter, really gnawed, not pretending to scare people, after a few mouthfuls, my blood became bloody.The scout was both anxious and helpless, kneeling on the ground with soft knees, kowtowing his head again and again, and said, "Mother, can I call you mother? Dear mother, you adults don't see villains!" Strange, the prime minister is pushing a boat in his belly, just think I farted, a stinky fart."

This trick really worked, she stopped nibbling her hands, closed her eyes, grinned, and cried.The scout straightened his back, raised his arms like the rogues often seen in movies, and slapped his face from left to right, cursing as he slapped: "I'm not a human, I'm a beast, a bandit, a gangster!" , It's a dog, it's a long-tailed maggot in a dung tank, beat, kill you bastard..." When I slapped my face for the first time, I felt a bit hot; after three or five slaps, it was like slapping on cowhide, no pain, no burning, only numbness left.Continue to slap, and even the numbness disappeared, leaving only the creepy sound of "chi chi chi chi", as if it was not slapping its own face, but the corpse of a hairless pig, or the buttocks of a dead woman .He slapped it down hard like this.Inexplicably, a revenge-like pleasure arose in my heart.After the fight, his mouth stopped cursing himself.He saved the energy of speaking and transferred it to his hands so as to increase the force of his slaps.As a result, the sound of slaps touching flesh became louder.He saw that she closed her mouth, stopped crying, and looked at him stupidly.The scout was secretly proud.After slapping himself fiercely a few more times, he stopped.At this time, he heard noisy voices in the corridor outside the door.He said cautiously: "Miss, don't you be angry with me!"

She stays still.Grinning his eyes and grinning, his face froze with an expression that made the scouts stand on end, like a hideous statue.The scout stood up slowly, speaking sweet words with veiled anger in his mouth, and moved his feet stealthily towards the door.You must not be angry again, please, I was born with a stinky mouth, not an anus, it is better than an anus.In my life, I just ate what I suffered, and I refused to mend it despite repeated admonitions, and his ass touched the door.I am so sorry for you, and I sincerely apologize to you.His butt pressed against the door, which creaked deafeningly.I'm not a fucking thing, I'm just something regurgitated from the louver stomach of a cow or sheep, I'm just something sucked out of a cat's or dog's stomach, disgusting, disgusting, really, disgusting It's gone... He muttered incessantly, and finally felt the cold air against his back.He took one last look at her before slipping sideways through the crack of the door, which closed behind her.The scout didn't have time to think about it, and ran towards the end of the corridor with big strides. He was more panic-stricken than a stray dog, and hurriedly surpassed the fish that slipped through the net. A well-dressed little man hurried away under the guidance of a female waitress. Come on, he took a stride, almost leaping over the heads of the two dwarves.Ignoring the waitress' shouts of surprise, the scout had already run to the end of the corridor.He turned a corner along the corridor and pushed open a greasy door. The smell of sweet, sour, bitter and hot was tangy, and hot steam surrounded him.Some small people in the steam are busy, shadowy, in a hurry, all like little ghosts.He saw that the little people were doing knives, plucking hair, washing dishes, and seasoning. They seemed to be messy, but they were in good order.His feet were touched by something, and when he looked down, he saw that there were about thirty or fifty black donkeys frozen together.He immediately thought of "Dragon and Phoenix Bring Prosperity" and the whole donkey feast.Several little people stopped working and looked at him curiously.He pulled back, ran forward, found the stairs, and turned down the handrail, when he heard a woman's scream, the remaining urine blew again.After the woman screamed, there was no sound, and an ominous thought flashed in her mind, let her go!He recklessly rushed away from the graceful dances of men and women in the "Laiyang Red" marble-paved hall, blatantly destroying the soothing rhythm of the beautiful music, like a mangy dog ​​that has been beaten to the ground with a stick, like a black cannonball, He rushed out of the Yichi restaurant, which was full of feasting and feasting.

When he ran into a dark alley, he remembered that at the door just now, the pair of twin dwarves screamed out of fright.Leaning his back against the wall, panting heavily, he looked back at the bright lights of Yichi restaurant.The neon lights on the gate changed colors, making the slanting raindrops red, green, and yellow. He realized that he was standing on a cold rainy night in early winter, with his back against the cold stone wall.Only the walls of a cemetery could have that humidity, he thought, bound to doom in Liquorland, and tonight was a near-miss or a near-miss.Beautiful music leaked from Yichi restaurant and scattered in the rustling night sky.As he listened to the music, he felt a sour feeling in his heart, and a few cold tears rolled out of his eyelids pitifully.For a while he beautified himself as a troubled son, but there was no noble lady to save him.The air was damp and cold, and he knew from the pain in his hands and feet that the temperature had dropped below freezing. The weather in Liquorland suddenly became ruthless, and the slanting raindrops turned into ice beads during the landing process, falling to the ground and shattering. It shattered countless times and then condensed, so there was a layer of ice shell on the ground.In the distance, a street illuminated by street lights was shining brightly, and a lonely car crawled crookedly.The scene of a group of black donkeys running across Donkey Street is recalled like an ancient dream. Did such a thing really happen?Does such a strange female driver really exist?Did a scout named Ding Gouer really come to Liquorland to investigate the big case of eating babies?Was there really a person named Ding Gou'er?Could it be that I am Ding Gouer?He touched the wall, but it was cold; he stomped the ground, but it was hard; he coughed, and his chest ached.The coughing sound spread far away and disappeared into the darkness.He proves that everything is real and that the heaviness cannot be lifted.

He felt the semi-frozen icy rain hitting his cheeks, which was cool and pleasant, like a kitten's paws scratching it.He guessed that his face was hot, and he remembered the rogue behavior of slapping himself.The feeling of numbness is coming.The hot feeling is coming.The ferocious face of the female driver came along with the hot feeling of numbness, and I couldn’t drive it away, shaking in front of my eyes; Image came side by side, anger and jealousy came together, mixed together, like a strange bad wine, poisoning his soul.He was quite soberly aware that the worst thing had happened—that he had fallen in love with this devilish woman, like two grasshoppers hanging from a thread.

The scout hit the stone wall of the cemetery or the martyr's cemetery with his fist, cursing: bitch!bitch!Bitch!Bitch who takes his pants off for a buck!The severe pain in his hand actually relieved the pain in his heart, so he also clenched his other hand into a fist and beat the stone wall, so he slammed his forehead against the stone wall frequently. A bright beam of light shone on him.Two policemen patrolling at night asked sternly, "What are you doing!" He turned back slowly, raised his hand to cover his eyes, felt his tongue stiffen for a moment, and lost the ability to speak.

"Search for him." "Searching for what? A madman." "Don't make any noise, do you hear me?" "Go home, if you make trouble again, I will send you to the police station!" The police left, and the scout saw darkness.He was cold and hungry, and he had a splitting headache.Sanity recovers in the dark, and police questioning evokes his past glory.who am I?I am Ding Gouer, a well-known scout from the Provincial Procuratorate.Ding Gou'er is a middle-aged man who has rolled in the court of love and moon, so he shouldn't go crazy for a woman who sleeps with a dwarf.Ridiculous!He muttered in a low voice, took out a handkerchief and covered his bleeding forehead, and spit a few mouthfuls of bloody saliva.My ugliness today can make my buddies laugh their front teeth off.He touched his waist, the hard piece of iron was still there, and he felt much more at ease.Go, find a hotel, have something to eat, rest for the night, and work tomorrow. You must catch these guys by the tail.He ordered himself to go forward, leave this haunted Yichi restaurant aside, and don't look back.

Along the dark alley, the scout walked forward, but fell on his back as soon as he took a step.The back of his head hit the ground, and there was a buzzing sound.When the hand touches the ground, the ground feels icy and cold.Get up carefully, stumbling three times a step, the road in the alley is rough, and it is very difficult to walk after freezing. The scouts have never walked such a difficult road.When he turned around by chance, the brightly lit Yichi Restaurant caught his eyes and hurt his heart.Like a shot beast, he groaned and fell to the ground, blue flames were burning in his brain, hot blood rushed to his head, his head was like an inflated balloon, ready to explode at any moment, the pain pried open his mouth , He wanted to howl, and the howl rushed out of his throat, like a water truck with wooden wheels, rolling "crack" in the stone alleyway.Driven by the sound, his body rolled involuntarily, chasing after the wheel, rolling to avoid the rolling of the wooden wheel, his body rolled into the wooden wheel, and stuck together with the wheel, following the rumble of the wooden wheel Turning, he saw streets, stone walls, trees, crowds, buildings... everything was turning, tossing and turning, from zero angle to three hundred and sixty angles, turning endlessly.While turning, he vaguely felt something hard pinching his waist, and the pain was unbearable.He remembered the gun and pulled it out.When he touched the familiar outline of the gun handle, his heart pounded wildly, and the glory of the past flooded his eyes again.Ding Gou'er, how can you degenerate to such an extent?You're rolling around like a drunk, you ruined yourself into a pile of city trash for a woman who slept with midgets, is it worth it?It's not worth it! It's not worth it!Get up, get up, like a man!He stood up on his hands, feeling very dizzy.The lights of Yichi Restaurant on the opposite side are tempting him again.As soon as he saw the light, a green flame burned brightly in his brain, and the light of reason was blinded.He forced himself not to look at the evil light that shone on drug use and lust, sinful and attractive, like a giant vortex, like a blade of grass on the edge of the vortex.He twisted the flesh of his thigh with the barrel of the gun, letting the sharp pain drive away his distraction, he groaned, and walked into the darkness step by step.

The dark alley seemed endless, without lights, but the dim light of the sky showed the outline of the stone walls on both sides of the alley.More and more dense particles of half snow and half rain fell in the darkness, making a mysterious and moving sound.Through the sound, he guessed that countless green pines and cypresses stood silently in the stone wall, symbolizing the countless heroic souls who sacrificed in this small city back then.Thousands of martyrs sacrificed their lives for the benefit of the people. What pain can the living still not abandon?As he silently recited and tampered with this famous quotation, the pain in his heart gradually eased.The lights of Yichi Hotel have been swallowed up by layers of buildings, and the alleys between the stone walls have been swallowed up by random thoughts. The mysterious color of the small town, he has unknowingly walked out of the stone alley, a chirping gas lamp greeted him in front, he rushed to the light, like a moth to the light.

A basket of wontons was steaming in the circle of gas lights.He saw the charcoal fire in the stove radiating golden light, heard the crackling of burning charcoal, saw the sparks bursting out, smelled the aroma of burnt beans, and heard the sound of wontons rolling in the pot, Smell their soul-stirring taste even more.He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten.Stomach and intestines writhed and made grunting noises; legs were so weak that they could not support the body; the whole body was shivering, and beads of sweat were densely covered on the forehead.He collapsed in front of the wonton burden. The old wonton seller grabbed his arm and dragged him up.He said, "Grandpa, I want to eat wontons." The old man sat him down on a "mazazi" and brought a bowl of wontons over.He took the bowl and spoon, didn't know whether it was hot or cold, and after a while, he ate and drank cleanly.After a bowl, the hunger will be deeper.After drinking four bowls in a row, it seemed that he was still not full, but when he lowered his head, a wonton came back from his stomach. "Do you still eat?" the old man asked. "Don't eat, how much?" "Don't ask me any more," said the old man, looking at him with pity. "If you can afford it, give me four cents; if you don't, I'll treat you as an old man." The scout's self-esteem was greatly hurt. He imagined that there would be a hundred-dollar bill in his pocket, brand new, with sharp corners, like a knife. With a flick of his fingers, he threw it to the old man, and gave him a contemptuous look. He turned around and left, whistling in his mouth, the whistle was like a sharp knife, cutting through the boundless dark night, leaving a deep impression on him, which he will never forget.But the scout didn't have a penny in his pocket.When he swallowed the wonton, he swallowed embarrassment and embarrassment.The wontons came pouring in one after the other, and he chewed and swallowed them, and now he tasted the wontons.He thought sadly: I have become a ruminant.He angrily thought of the fish-scale demon who stole his wallet, watch, lighter, certificate, and razor; When thinking of Yu Yichi, the female driver's firm and plump body lay before his eyes, and the green evil fire ignited again.He quickly rescued himself from the dangerous memories, and faced himself with the embarrassing situation of eating wontons and having no money to pay the bill.For four cents, it's like taunting a beggar.A penny stumps a hero.I searched my pockets and found no money.Underpants and vests hang from the chauffeur's chandelier, and leaving her home is like fleeing.The cold night air invaded the bones.In desperation, he took out a pistol and placed it gently in a white porcelain blue and white bowl.Steel blue pistols glowed in the bowl.He said: "Old man, I am a scout from the province. I ran into bad guys and robbed my belongings. I only have a pistol left. The pistol can prove that I am not a freeloader." The old man hurriedly bent down, holding the bowl with the gun in both hands, and said repeatedly: "Good man, good man, it's the old man's good fortune that you can come to eat wontons. Quickly put away your belongings, I'm afraid." Ding Gou'er took the gun and said, "Old man, you only want four cents, you have already seen that I am penniless; you are unwilling to cook wontons for me when you see that I am penniless; bear with your I am also unwilling to misunderstand. How about this, I will leave you a name and address, and you can go to me when you encounter difficulties—do you have a pen?" "The old man is a vulgar man who sells wontons. He can't read big characters. Where can he get a pen?" , come to understand the sentiments of the people, the old man does not want you to leave your name and address, I just ask you to let the old man live." Ding Gou'er gave a wry smile, and said, "Private visits in Weifu are a fart! Obsessing over people's sentiments and making shit up! I'm the number one unlucky ghost in the world. I can't eat your ravioli for nothing, how about it—" He patted the pistol, pulled out the magazine, pulled out a shiny golden bullet, handed it to the old man, and said, "I'll give it to you as a souvenir." The old man waved his hands again and again, and said, "Don't dare, don't dare, sir, what are a few bowls of rotten wontons worth? It's a blessing that my little old man cultivated three lifetimes ago to meet you, a benevolent and righteous person. Well, I dare not..." The scout didn't want him to tremble endlessly, so he grabbed his shaking hand and forced the bullet into it.He felt the old man's hands burn like coals. At this time, a sneer sounded from behind, like an owl hooting on a tombstone, scaring him to shrug his shoulders and shrink his neck, and another stream of urine sprang out from below. "What a scout!" He heard an old voice say, "It's clearly a criminal who escaped from prison!" He turned his back tremblingly, and saw a skinny old man in an old army coat standing under the thick trunk of the plane tree.He held a double-barreled shotgun in both hands, and squatted beside him was a big long-haired dog with tiger stripes all over its body. It squatted calmly, its eyes were shining like two laser beams, showing the demeanor of a general. Dogs are better than people. It made the scout even more terrified. "Uncle Qiu, I've alarmed you..." the old wonton seller said in a low voice. "Liu Si, how many times have I told you that you are not allowed to set up a stall here, but you want to set up a stall here!" "Uncle Qiu, I made you angry. My family is poor, and my old daughter needs tuition fees. I can't do anything. I work as horses and cows for my children. I dare not go to the busy market. I was caught and fined. I can't earn back after half a month..." Uncle Qiu shook the shotgun and said sternly, "You, throw the gun over here!" Ding Gou'er obediently threw the pistol at Uncle Qiu's feet. "Raise your hands!" Uncle Qiu ordered. Ding Gou'er slowly raised his hand.He saw that the skinny old man, who was called Uncle Qiu by the old wonton seller, was holding a shotgun in one hand, and freed the other hand—with his legs bent and his upper body in a ready-to-shoot position—to shoot the "Six Nine" police gun. Pick up the pistol.The skinny old man, Uncle Qiu weighed the pistol in his hands, and said contemptuously, "A broken oar!" Ding Gou'er seized the opportunity to flatter him, "Listen, you are an expert with guns." The skinny old man's face suddenly glowed. Out of Yuyu's brilliance, his voice was high-pitched, hoarse and high-pitched, full of contagious power: "You are right, I have played with guns, there are fifty if not thirty, Czech-style, Hanyang-made, Russian-style flower mechanism, Tom style, Jiulianzhu... These are the long ones; the short ones are the large mirror made by virtue, the Spanish big waist drum, the Japanese king's eight box, the chicken leg box, the left wheel, the dog brand scull, the gun brand scull, the horse brand scull, this gun," he said. Throwing Ding Gou'er's gun into the air, he stretched out his hand to catch it again, his movements were quick and his claws were accurate, not commensurate with his age.He has a long head.Thin-eyed, hooked nose, no eyebrows, no beard, wrinkled, black complexion, like a tree trunk burned in a charcoal kiln. "This gun," he said contemptuously, "is a woman's thing!" He said, "It's good to hit the head within ten meters, but don't care about farts beyond ten meters." Ding Gou'er said, "Old man, I really have you." The thin old man stuck Ding Gou'er's pistol in his waist and snorted. . The wonton old man said: "Uncle Qiu is an old revolutionary, the director of the Martyrs Cemetery Management Office in Jiuguo City." Ding Gou'er said, "No wonder!" "What do you do?" asked the old revolutionary. "I'm a scout from the Provincial Prosecutor's Office." "Where are your documents?" "Stolen by a thief." "I see you like a fugitive!" "Like a fugitive, but I'm not a fugitive." "How do you prove that you are not a fugitive?" "You can call the secretary of the municipal party committee, the mayor, the chief of the public security bureau, and the chief prosecutor, and ask them if they know of a senior scout named Ding Gou'er." "A senior scout?" The old revolutionary said with a grin, "Is there a senior scout like you?" "I fell into the hands of a woman," Ding Gou'er said.He originally wanted to laugh at himself, but he didn't expect that the words would cause heart-wrenching pain. He couldn't help squatting in front of the wonton stand, beating his blood-stained forehead with his blood-stained fist, and shouting hoarsely, "I fell on a In the hands of a woman, planted in the hands of a woman sleeping with a dwarf..." The old revolutionary came over, poked Ding Gou'er's back with the cold muzzle of his gun, and said loudly, "Get out of here!" Ding Gou'er stood up and looked at the long black head of the old revolutionary with tears in his eyes, as if meeting an old friend in a foreign country, like a subordinate meeting the chief, and even more like a son meeting his father again——he hugged the old revolutionary emotionally leg, cried and said: "Old man, I am useless, I fell into the hands of such a woman..." The old revolutionary grabbed Ding Gou'er by the collar, lifted him up, stared at him with his two small eyes shining with scales, and spent about half a bag of cigarettes. He took out the pistol, threw it in front of him, turned around, staggered away without saying a word.The big yellow-haired dog followed him without saying a word, and there were some drops of water on the dog's fur, which were shining like pearls. The old wonton seller put the shiny golden bullet next to his gun, packed up the load in a hurry, turned off the gas lamp, picked up the load, and left without saying a word. Ding Gou'er froze in the darkness, watching the figure disappear.In the distance, dim lights flickered like will-o'-the-wisps; overhead, the huge canopy of the sycamore tree blocked thousands of raindrops, making a rustling sound, and when people left, the lights went out, and the sound on the tree was amplified many times.He got up in a daze, not forgetting to pick up the bullet.The air is cold and damp, and the whole body is in pain. Being in a strange market, it seems like the end is coming. The old revolutionary's two vicious eyes concealed a hatred of iron but not steel, and Ding Gou'er felt a desire to confide his heart to him.What kind of power, in a short period of time, turned a man who ate steel wire springs into a mangy dog ​​who lost his soul?Could it be that an ordinary-looking female driver has such great power?Impossible, it is unreasonable to put all the responsibility on a woman, there must be a mystery in it, and this old man who leads the night patrol is the one who has insight into all the mysteries. His long head has accumulated rich wisdom.Ding Gou'er decided to find the old revolutionary. Ding Gou'er moved his stiff legs and feet, towards the direction where the old man and the dog were gone.He heard the sound of a night train passing the iron bridge in the distance, the clang and clang of steel, adding to the depth and mystery of the night.The road was undulating, and there was a big downhill. He squatted and slipped down.Looking up, I saw a street lamp, illuminating a pile of broken bricks. The bricks were white and seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.After walking a few more steps, an ancient gate appeared on the side.On the stack of the gatehouse, an electric light was shining, illuminating the large checkered iron gate, the white lacquered wooden signboard hanging on the gatehouse stack, and the large red lacquered characters on the signboard: Jiuguo City Martyrs Cemetery.He rushed to grab the iron bar of the door, and like a prisoner, the iron bar stuck to his hand and peeled off the skin on his hand.The big yellow-haired dog rushed forward with a growl, but he didn't flinch.The old revolutionary's hoarse, high-pitched voice sounded from behind the door, deterring the big yellow dog from barking, jumping, bowing its head and wagging its tail.The old revolutionary stood out, his shotgun slung over his shoulder, and the brass buttons on his overcoat were majestic. "What do you want?" he asked sternly. Ding Gou'er sniffled and said in a crying voice, "Old man, I am really a scout sent by the province." "What are you doing here?" "Investigating a major case." "What major case?" "Some inhuman cases of cadres cooking babies in Jiuguo City!" "I'll kill them!" The old revolutionary roared angrily. "Don't get angry, old revolutionary, let me go in and talk slowly." The old revolutionary opened a small door on the main gate and said, "Come in!" Ding Gou'er hesitated for a moment, because he saw strands of fine yellow hair hanging on the corner of the small door. "Do you want to come in?" Ding Gou'er bent down and got in. "You idiots, how can you compare to my dog?" Following the old revolutionary, Ding Gou'er entered the reception room on the left side of the gate.He thought of the reception room of Luoshan Coal Mine on the outskirts of the city, and the messy hair of the gatekeeper of Luoshan Coal Mine came to his mind. The reception room was brightly lit, the walls were snow-white, and a heated kang took up half of the room.A wall with the same width as the pit stands on the top of the kang, and a stove is built outside the wall, and a pot is supported on the stove.There is pine wood in the stove for chopping firewood, the fire is very bright, and the smell of turpentine is very fragrant. The old revolutionary took off his shotgun and hung it on the wall, took off his coat and threw it on the kang, rubbed his hands, and said, "burning firewood and sleeping on the kang, this is my specialization." He looked at Ding Gou'er and asked, "I am a revolutionary." Over the past few decades, seven or eight scars from fists have been left behind, should we specialize in this point?" Ding Gou'er was immersed in the warmth, and said drowsily, "It should be, it should be." "But that dog bastard Section Chief Yu insisted on replacing pine wood with locust wood! I have been a revolutionist all my life, and the cock boss has been shot down by the devil's machine gun. I have no children and grandchildren. What's the point of burning pine wood? I'm eighty years old How many pine trees can you burn? I said, even if you are the king of heaven, I will not be able to stop me from burning pine logs and chopping firewood!" The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, his arms waved, and foam came out of the corner of his mouth, "What did you just say? Come on? They eat babies? Cannibals? Beasts! Who is it? I’m going to kill him tomorrow! Behead him first, then give me a punishment at worst. I’ve killed hundreds of people in my life. Counter-revolutionaries, invaders, kill a few man-eating beasts when you get old!" Ding Gou'er's body was extremely itchy, and his clothes were steaming, and the steam contained a strong smell of dirt.He answered the old revolutionary's question: "I'm investigating this matter." "Investigate the fart!" said the old revolutionary, "Just pull it out and kill it, investigate the fart!" "Old man, now is the era of sound legal system, without conclusive evidence, how can you kill people casually?" "Then go and investigate, why are you still squatting here? Where is your class consciousness? Where is your enthusiasm for work? The enemy is eating people, but you are here to warm up! I think you are a Trotskyist! You are a Blow Joya! You are a running dog of imperialism!" Ding Gou'er was scolded by the old revolutionist, his head was drenched like a dog's blood, his drowsiness disappeared, and the heat wave rolled in his chest.He carelessly stripped off his clothes, stripped naked, wearing broken shoes on his feet, squatting in front of the stove, stoked the fire, and added a few sticks of oily pine to chop firewood. , Put up the clothes with chopping wood and bake them in the stove. The clothes sizzle, like stinky donkey skin.The fire roasted the skin and flesh, itching and itching, rubbing and scratching, the more you rub, the more comfortable you are. "Did you fucking have scabies?" The old revolutionary said, "I had scabies when I slept in a straw nest, and my whole row had scabies. It was itchy, scratched, scratched, bloody flesh, and it was still itchy and piercing. His lungs were itchy, he lost his combat effectiveness, and his staff was reduced due to non-combat. Ma Shan, the deputy of the eighth squad, thought of a way to buy green onions and garlic. Spicy, numb, long paws scratching the dog’s eggs, I can’t tell how comfortable it is! So many scabies, I was cured by Gou Rizhi. The folk remedies cure serious illnesses, and when I’m sick, I hang my head on my trouser belt. There is a revolution in the world, and medical treatment at public expense should be..." Ding Gou'er heard bitterness and complaints from the old revolutionary's words, and he heard a history of hardships and hardships.He originally wanted to confide his heart to the old man, but it turned into the old man venting his dissatisfaction with him.He felt disappointed and understood the truth that no one can save anyone in this world. Everyone has troubles, and speaking out will not satisfy your hunger or thirst.He shook his clothes, rubbed dry the mud, whipped them, and put them on. The warm clothes burned his skin, and he was as comfortable as a cloud.The body is immersed in comfort, and the mental pain is growing slowly. The scene of the naked female driver sharing the bed with the chicken-breasted, bow-legged little dwarf clearly appears in front of his eyes, as vivid and picturesque as he once peeped through the keyhole Same.The more you think about it, the more vivid it becomes, and the more you think about it, the richer it becomes.The female driver's complexion is golden, like a meaty female loach, with mucous membranes on her body, slippery, greasy, and emitting a faint fishy smell; Yu Yichi is like a toad, covered with scabies The webbed claws scratched at her, sheets of foam, and the sound of a toad... His heart was trembling like a leaf in the wind, he wanted to tear open his chest, dig it out and smash it on her face... BITCH BITCH BITCH!He seemed to see—he saw with certainty that the scout Ding Gouer, who was as majestic as a marble statue, opened the milky white door with his foot in a big leather shoe, and a big bed—only one bed appeared in front of him, and the bed was stunned. Abandoned the female driver and Yu Yichi—he rolled under the bed like a toad—his belly was covered with ugly crimson spots—stand trembling in the corner—chicken breasts, hunchback, bow legs or x-legs, too big Proportional head, white eyeballs, crooked nose bridge, lipless mouth, sparse yellow teeth, mouth like a black hole, emitting festering stench, two large and thin leaves that are dry and twitching translucent like tofu skin yellow ears, two chimpanzee arms - forelimbs - almost touching the ground, messy green hair, deformed polydactyl feet, and that black donkey genitalia - how can you compare with such a Ugly sleeping?The scout roared loudly and involuntarily—what did you say?What the fuck are you talking about?The old revolutionary Qiu asked nonchalantly—the big yellow dog shook its fur on its neck and whined—she screamed, and hurriedly pulled up the sheet covering her body, as is often seen in movies—her His body was trembling under the quilt—at that moment he saw that familiar body...that plump...sturdy...fragrant...like a thousand arrows piercing through the heart, unprecedentedly tragic—his eyes There was a blue light shining in his face, his face was livid, his lines were stiff, and he smiled coldly, piercing his skin - he raised the pistol, put his index finger in the trigger guard, shook it lightly, and the pistol turned gracefully, then, aim, snap!With a gunshot, the large mirror behind Yu Yichi exploded, and shiny glass shards fell to the ground with a clatter - Yu Yichi was paralyzed on the ground - the scout put the gun in his holster, turned around without saying a word ——Never look back—stride out of Yichi Hotel—forgive me!please forgive me!She wailed and knelt on the ground wrapped in a quilt—never turning her head—and walked on the sunny avenue of Liquorland City. There were people standing on both sides of the street, all staring at him with admiration and a little fear. There are men, women, old men, and old ladies. The old lady is exactly like her own mother, with tears in her eyes, moving her old lips, saying: "My child, my child - a woman in a long white dress with loose clothes." The girl with blond long hair is dispersing the piles of people in front of her, with crystal tears in her eyes, thick eyelashes curled up, her towering chest heaving violently, panting and dispersing layers of people Crowds cascaded endlessly, shouting in a delicate crying voice: Ding Gouer——Ding Gouer——Ding Gouer didn't turn his head, and didn't even roll his eyes. Walking, walking, facing the thousands of rays of light, walking, finally, merged with the bright red sun... The old revolutionary's big hard hand pressed Ding Gou'er's shoulder.The scout who was integrated with the sun shivered, and finally woke up.His heart was still beating wildly, and there were tragic and heroic tears in his eyes. "What the hell are you suffering from?" the old revolutionary asked contemptuously. The scout hastily wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve, and laughed a few times embarrassedly. After some turbulent fantasies, he felt a little gap in his depressed chest, but his overworked head felt a little heavy, and there were bees buzzing in his ears and eyes. "I think you have a cold!" said the old revolutionary. "Look at your face, it's as red as a monkey's back!" The old revolutionary turned around, took out a wine bottle with a white porcelain red label from the kang cave, shook it, and said, "I will cure your cold, drink alcohol, sterilize, and kill viruses. Wine is a good medicine that can cure all diseases. Back then, I Crossing Chishui four times, passing by Maotai Town twice, Lao Tzu fell behind due to malaria, and jumped into the wine cellar to hide. The white bandits were shooting guns outside, which made me tremble in fright. Three big bowls, the heart is settled, the courage is strong, and the trembling is no longer. He picked up a stick, rushed out of the wine cellar, killed two white bandits, grabbed a steel gun, and caught up with Mao Zedong's team At that time, Mao Zedong, Zhu De, Zhou Enlai, and Wang Jiaxiang all drank Moutai. When Mao Zedong drank Moutai, his mind was full of clever calculations. Otherwise, those soldiers would have been wiped out by others. Moutai has made great contributions to the Chinese revolution. You Do you think Moutai was randomly selected as the national liquor? It’s a commemoration! I’ve been a revolutionist for a lifetime, so I should drink some Moutai. That bastard, Section Chief Yu, wants to break my Moutai and replace it with a ‘red-maned wild horse’, his grandma A bear!" The old revolutionary poured the wine into an enamel jar covered with scars, raised his neck and took a big gulp, saying, "You have a sip too, this is authentic Moutai, not a single drop of fake." Seeing Ding Gou'er's teary eyes, He said contemptuously, "Don't you dare to drink? Only traitors and traitors dare not drink. They are afraid of telling the truth after drinking and revealing their secrets. Are you a traitor? Are you a traitor? No, why don't you dare to drink?" He He raised his neck again, and made a snorting sound as the wine flowed down his throat, "If you don't drink it, I'm not willing to give it to you! Do you think it's easy for me to get some Moutai? The section chief was so stuck that it would be better to stand up as a phoenix on the ground. His body grew rapidly and stopped growing when he reached a height of one meter. He knew that this was the spirit of wine—the spirit of Moutai. He stood in the corner and faced the scouts. The officer smiled. He jumped up to catch him, but his head hit the wall hard. In the wonderful feeling of spinning around, he felt a big cold hand grabbing his hair.He guessed the owner of the hand.He stood up with the pain in his scalp, and he felt that his body was like a messy pile of pig intestines folded on the ground—cold, greasy, wrinkled, and smelling fishy, ​​which was disgusting—wounded and twisted. And he knew that as soon as the old revolutionary let go, this pile of pig intestines would slide down to the ground. The big hand turned around so that he faced the old revolutionary's slender, dark face. The kind smile that moved him so much just now had been replaced by a fossil-like indifference. On the old revolutionary's face, he felt class contradictions and The ruthlessness of struggle.You counter-revolutionary son of a bitch, I give you wine to drink, but you are assholes to me!You are not as good as a dog, and the dog will wag its tail at me after drinking my wine!The old revolutionary's spittle sprayed into his eyes, making his eyeballs ache unbearably, and he opened his mouth to cry, and at the same time, two fat paws rested on his shoulders.His neck was supported by the dog's mouth, and the hard beard on the dog's mouth pierced his neck, which made him twitch his neck involuntarily, like a turtle in danger. He felt the hot steam coming out of the dog's mouth. Breathing, smelling the sour and rancid smell in the dog's mouth, the feeling of being a crooked pig's large intestine suddenly reappeared, and the pale horror hit my heart.A dog eats a pig's large intestine and makes a loud noise, just like a child eats vermicelli.He howled in horror, and then his eyes were dark. After an unknown amount of time, another ray of light appeared in front of the scout who thought he was blinded by the dog. The light gradually expanded, like the sun struggling out from the clouds. The scenery is violent.Huluo Pingchuan was bullied by dogs! " The aroma of the wine is overflowing, attracting Ding Gou'er's desire; the emotion is surging, it is a good time to drink.He reached out and snatched the enamel jar from the old revolutionary's hand, put his mouth on the rim of the jar, held his breath and inhaled, and after a while, his stomach was overwhelmed, and pink lotus flowers bloomed in front of him, floating in the air. Curl glows with a thought-provoking light in the mist.That is the light of Moutai, that is the spirit of Moutai.For a moment, he felt that the world became extremely beautiful, including the sky, the earth, the trees, and the white snow on the top of the Himalayas.The old revolutionary grinned, snatched the enamel jar, and poured wine into it. When the wine poured out of the mouth of the bottle, there was a sound of "plopping, plopping", which made his eardrums roar and saliva gushed out of his mouth.He saw that the old revolutionary's face had become so kind, so kind that it was hard to put into words.He stretched out his hand, and he heard himself stretching out his hand and saying: Give me, I want to drink more.The old revolutionary was jumping in front of him - jumping so deftly, and said: I won't give you a drink, it's not easy for me to get some wine.I want to drink, he growled, I want to drink, you hooked out my glutton, why didn't you give me a drink?The old revolutionary brought the jar to his mouth and poured it down violently.He jumped on it angrily, grabbed the jar and the old man's stiff fingers.He heard the sound of teeth hitting the rim of the jar and felt the smooth, cool liquor wet the skin of his hands.In the process of snatching the vat, he gradually developed annoyed emotions, and his knee recalled the fighting skills, and it was bent and pressed against the opponent's belly.He heard the old revolutionary groan.The jar was in his hand.He couldn't wait to pour the wine in the jar down his throat, still wanting more, he looked for the wine bottle.The wine bottle was lying on the ground, like a beautiful boy who had been shot and sacrificed.He was heartbroken, as if he had accidentally beaten the young man to death.He wanted to bend down to pick up the wine bottle with snow-white complexion and bright red belt—to help the beautiful boy up—but he knelt on the ground inexplicably.But that beautiful boy rolled several times, stood in the corner of the wall ethereally, and jumped into his eyes.He saw that the old revolutionary was cleaning the double-barreled shotgun under the lamp. He was so focused, serious and meticulous in cleaning, just like a father bathing his only son.The big tiger-striped dog lay serenely by the stove, with its long mouth resting on the pine firewood, its eyes staring at the fragrant, golden flames in the stove, looking extraordinarily deep, like a professor of philosophy in a university.What is it thinking?The scout was fascinated by the dog's deep thinking posture, the dog stared at the stove, he stared at the dog, and gradually, the brilliant picture in the dog's mind - a picture he had never seen in his life - appeared in his mind. It slowly appeared in his mind, so strange and so touching, accompanied by music like flowing clouds.He was deeply moved, his nose was sore and numb as if someone had punched him heavily, and two lines of hot tears unknowingly hung on his cheeks. "Look at your promise!" The old revolutionary glanced at him and said, "We sowed tiger and wolf seeds, and reaped a group of slugs." He raised his sleeves, wiped away his tears, and said aggrievedly: "Master, I fell into the hands of a woman..." The old revolutionary squinted at him with dissatisfaction, put on his padded coat, picked up his shotgun, and said hello, "Dog, let's go on patrol and let this wimpy man cry here!" The big dog got up lazily, stared at the scout full of sympathy, and followed the old revolutionary out of the reception room.The wire springs attached to the back of the door snapped back the plank door loudly, and a damp, cold night wind blew in and made him shiver.He felt lonely and scared, and shouted: "Wait for me." He opened the door and chased after him. The electric light at the door made vague shadows appear beside them, and the freezing rain was still falling. Perhaps because the night was getting deeper, the rustling sound became more clear and dense, like countless small animals crawling there.The old revolutionary walked into the depths of the cemetery, into the eerie darkness.The dog followed the old revolution, and he followed the dog.At first, by the light of the electric light at the door, the general outline of the pagoda-shaped cypress trees on both sides of the narrow cobbled road could be seen clearly. After a while, heavy darkness surrounded from all sides.He experienced the taste of the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.The deeper the darkness, the louder the sound of the freezing rain beating on the branches. The messy and dense sound made him feel disturbed and empty in his heart. It was only by the sound and smell that he felt the existence of the old revolutionist and the big yellow dog.Darkness is actually a substance with strong pressure, which can squeeze people into pancakes.The scout was terrified, he smelled the smell of the martyrs' tomb hidden among the green pines and cypresses.He felt that those trees were big black men with malicious intentions, standing with their arms folded, with a sneer on their mouths, and bad thoughts in their hearts. heroic spirit.Fear made him feel drunk, and he subconsciously grabbed the pistol at his waist. When he grabbed the gun, he felt cold sweat pouring out of his hands. Something made a strange cry, and he guessed it was called through the sound of wings flapping in the dark. The other is a bird, I don't know what kind of bird, maybe an owl?The old revolutionary coughed and the dog barked. These two otherworldly sounds gave the scout a lot of comfort. He also coughed exaggeratedly. Even he could hear it. The taste of bravado.The old revolutionary must be secretly laughing at me, he thought, even this lackey like a thinker would laugh at me.He saw the green light radiating from the dog's eyes. If he didn't know it was a dog, he would definitely mistake it for a wolf.He coughed uncontrollably, and a flash of lightning suddenly hit his eyes.He covered his eyes, and was about to open his mouth to say a few words of resistance when the lightning suddenly shifted direction and fixedly shone on a white stone tombstone.The big engraved characters on the tombstone seemed to have been repainted not long ago, and the bright red color shocked him.He didn't see clearly what the big characters on the stele were, his eyes were darkened by the red light.The lightning flashed away as suddenly as when it was bright, and there were still some sparks flickering in front of his eyes, but his brain was red, like the stove burning pine wood in the reception room.He heard the old revolutionary breathing heavily in front of him, the sound of freezing rain and falling trees suddenly faded, and a violent, landslide-like sound sounded nearby, making him jump up involuntarily.He didn't know what it was that exploded, and he didn't even bother to think about it. The key point was that from the moment the lightning illuminated the martyr's tombstone, a great courage suddenly poured into his body, jealousy like sick wine, like Evil and weak like a widow's wine, tossing and turning and worrying like a love sprinkling, all are excreted from the body, turning into sour sweat and fishy urine.And the heroic vodka (vodka), like a fierce horse galloping on the Cossack grassland, has become him, rough and unrestrained, rough and fine, full of adventurous spirit, full of excitement, like a carnival Spanish matador The cognac becomes him.He eats a bite of red pepper, bites of green onion, bites of purple garlic, chews a piece of old dried ginger, swallows a bottle of pepper, like a fire cooking oil, a cluster of flowers, high-spirited, like a pinch of rooster feathers in a cocktail , carrying a "69" type public security pistol that is as graceful as Quanxing Daqu, and rushing forward with a rough and dangerous gait like a grappa, it seems that it is only a blink of an eye, and the scout returns to the same place. Chi restaurant, kicked open a door as white as jade, raised the pistol, pointed at the female driver and the one-foot dwarf sitting on the female driver's lap, and "slapped" two shots, breaking two heads.This series of actions is like the world-famous knife wine. The wine is strong and powerful, sweet and sour, and the throat is smooth and neat, just like a sharp knife cutting through the mess. Brother Yidou: Both the letter and the masterpiece "Cooking Class" have been received. Regarding the interview in the country of wine, I have already mentioned it to the leader.Our leaders are not willing to let me go, because I am a soldier, and I have just been promoted from a captain to a major (minus two stars and a bar, which is not as good as three stars and a bar, so I am not proud), so I should go to the company Eating, living and training with soldiers, writing novels or "reportage" that reflect the style of soldiers in the new era, and going to places for interviews and writing, the relationship is not smooth, although the Liquor Country has been vigorous and eye-catching in recent years .I don't want to give up on this matter, I continue to work hard, and there are many high-sounding reasons. The first ape wine festival in the country of wine must be a very interesting event. When the time comes, there will be a lot of wine and wine, and there will be many top-heavy drunkards who want to be drunk. I hope I can appear obese. The novel I am currently writing has reached the most difficult stage. That ghostly senior scout is against me everywhere. I don’t know whether it is better to let him shoot himself or die drunk. Drunk.Because the pain of creation cannot be relieved, I was also drunk, and I did not have the joy of being a fairy, but I enjoyed the scenery in hell.The scenery is the worst. The masterpiece "Cooking Class" was read in one night (read it several times).I am getting more and more at a loss as to what to say about your novel.Reluctantly say a few words, it may be a repetition of what I said before, what style is inconsistent, what is too random, what sense of proportion is not well grasped, etc., so I want to talk about it It's better to just shut up.But I still sent the novel to "National Literature" as instructed. Zhou Bao and the others were not there, so I wrote a note and left the manuscript on the table.Whether it can be published depends on your luck.But according to my experience, most of this novel is difficult to publish. Although you and I have never met, we are old friends, so we can be blunt. I firmly believe that you can write novels that are of high quality and meet the selection criteria of "National Literature", it is only a matter of time, earlier or later.You must not be discouraged. Counting back and forth, there are six manuscripts that you sent to me and I forwarded them on my behalf ("One Foot Hero" is here with me). If I can go to Liquor Country, I should go to "National Literature" to get the manuscripts back for you. I will bring it to you at that time. It is not safe and troublesome to send it by the post office. Every time I go to the post office to send something, I feel nervous for several days. I felt that what was packed in the paper bag seemed to be some counter-revolutionary leaflets. It's fine if you can't find "The Record of Strange Events in the Wine Country". In recent years, there have been a lot of weird books like this, most of which are made up and have no value. That is to say, pen health! Mo Yan