Chapter 2 Chapter two

Fifty years ago, Master Nine was thirty-six years old, and Master Nine's brother, Master Four, was forty years old.The fourth master is a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, and he is still very prosperous at the age of ninety.Did he see what the locusts came out of in the village?Did he ever think about Liushakouzi Village (the hometown of the old thrush in the capital), that pretty little daughter-in-law was leaning in front of the door, no, stepping on the threshold, leaning against the door frame, with a straw stick in her mouth, water anemone The color of the blooming flowers is her face, and her eyes are like the stars on a clear spring night, shining with precious, passionate, ambiguous and wild light?According to the recollections of the octogenarian fourth master, she always wore a dark red indanthrene gown with a side skirt. Maybe she sewed several pieces of the same gown and wore them in rotation. The fourth master later formed a conditioned reflex. When I saw this kind of dark red indanthrene cloth jacket, I was emotional——During the "Cultural Revolution", there was a popular picture on the wall of my house, in which the little daughter-in-law was wearing dark red indanthrene cloth. A jacket with a lapel top, holding a red light high, almond eyes wide open, peach cheeks bursting with anger, left—or right breasts are very protruding, the fourth master came to my house for evening tea with a lumpy prickly ash wood walking stick, dim The kerosene lamps illuminate the black glazed walls of my house, the room is full of brilliance, the sound of autumn outside the window is bleak, the moonlight is everywhere, and the cats who have entered the autumn estrus are whining anxiously on the saddle tiles on the ridge of the house. There was a plopping sound when the saddle tiles were stepped on.Northeast Gaomi Township originally did not grow bamboo, and the Nine Lords who were born with extraordinary talents moved a few bamboos from somewhere and planted them in my yard, on the north side of the well, on the west side of the Wengtai, and on the east side of the chicken coop. , The south side of the window.The autumn wind is shaking among the bamboo leaves, and the big-bellied grasshopper I caught from the soybean field is chirping among the bamboo leaves, and the dim and thin bamboo shadows on the snow-white window paper can be vaguely seen.The fourth master took a sip of tea and fixed his eyes on the wall. His fingers trembled slightly, his lips moved, his nose wrinkled and his eyes constricted, as if he was in pain before he sneezed.We were all frightened to death, we don't know what kind of madness the fourth master got.Master Ninth, who also came to drink evening tea, stood up, tilted his rooster-like head, and looked left and right at the strange-looking Fourth Master.The ninth master turned to the back of the fourth master's head, shot his gaze parallel to the fourth master's, and suddenly realized.He patted the back of the fourth master's head, smiled ho ho, and said, my fourth brother, no matter how old he is, he still has a wicked heart!

We were even more baffled, Master Ninth explained to us, Lord Fourth remembered his old friend when he was young when he saw the painting on the wall, she was also wearing this red gown, she was probably a level more handsome than her! The fourth master blew his nose and said resentfully: "Old Ninth, you have no conscience!"I can't wait to kill you! Those who knew the inside story immediately changed the topic. In our huge family, the atmosphere has always been relaxed and harmonious. Even in a short period of time, the brothers of the Fourth Master used one hand to hold the chopsticks while the other tightly held the fire on the door when they ate. pistol, the atmosphere is relaxed and harmonious.We are not old or young, regardless of age, we are making jokes in the crotch, and no one feels embarrassed.So Master Ninth showed off the love affairs of Master Fourth when he was young in front of a group of juniors, Master Fourth didn't feel embarrassed.He hated the Ninth Master, his eyes were fierce, after being persuaded, he sighed, opened the big handkerchief sewn on his chest, wiped off the two crystal clear teardrops hanging on the white eyelashes, and walked sadly and long laugh it out.His laughter contained extremely rich content. At that time, I thought of the unfathomable red mud in the 5,000-acre swamp in the south of the village.

The fourth master took a sip of tea, put down the tea bowl, picked up his walking stick, and wanted to go home. A younger sister of my eighteenth uncle’s family suggested that I take off the paintings on the wall and give them to the fourth master, so that he could hug him under the quilt sleep.She kept her word, got up and went to tear off the picture on the wall, who knew that my mother had glued the picture on the wall with cooked sweet potatoes, and it was so firmly stuck that my sister tore it three times without tearing it off. Actually tore a little daughter-in-law in red in two, from the breast.Everyone laughed in an uproar, the younger sister said, it was ruined, the breast was torn, and the fourth master couldn't breastfeed anymore!Everyone laughed even more, Qigu even laughed out her fart; everyone laughed even more, the fourth master swung his crutches to beat his sister, and the sixth aunt said: Fourth ancestor, go back to sleep and dream well, take a box gun to jump girls On the wall, be ashamed and not ashamed!

I have sufficient necessary explanations and sufficient reasons to prove that the people in Northeast Gaomi Township have rough food, and their stools are rich in fiber and taste similar to dry grass. Therefore, people in Northeast Gaomi Township generally experience the happiness of rubbing mucous membranes when they defecate. feel. ——This is also an important reason why I can't forget this place for a long time.People from Northeast Gaomi Township have relaxed, tired and happy expressions on their faces after defecating.Back then, we all felt life was good after we had a bowel movement, like flowers blooming.When a naughty sister of mine asks for pocket money, she always chooses her father—the moment after my eighth uncle poops, she gets what she wants every time. It should be said that this is a unique place, a piece of distinctive character The land, on which a family of odorless excrement proliferates.Living in the stinky city, I painfully experience the pain of pooping like a knife scraping bamboo. In the city, men and women have anal stasis.

Like a sewer pipe that has been in disrepair for a long time, I miss the thick and smooth anus like I miss the sound of horseshoes on the stone road, and I miss my lovely hometown like I miss the odorless stool. The ashes should be transported back to their hometown. Fifty years ago, the food of the people in Northeast Gaomi Township was rougher than it is now, and their stools were shaped and rich in fiber, just like the inner flesh of a ripe loofah.After all, it was a yearning and nostalgic era. The stools that can be seen at any time in the wheat ridges are like bunches of imported bananas with trademarks.The fourth master took out a few bananas and moved forward a few steps. The elegant aroma of the skinny wheat seedlings poured into his nostrils. In the distance, close to the white horizon, partridges were still flying in pairs, and their chirping in flight was extremely sharp. , thought-provoking.At this time, the fourth master saw the strange sight of locusts unearthed.

The tile-gray little donkey stood silently, opening its eyes occasionally, looking to the left at the red cherry on the owner's melon skin cap hidden among the wheat shoots, and to the right to see the big white bird gliding silently in the dark red swamp. It was at this time that the fourth master saw the locusts unearthed.He once told us a thousand times how the locusts came out.The black soil between the wheat ridges was covered with a layer of white salt scab, and suddenly, in front of the fourth master, a piece of salt scab rose slowly.The fourth master blinked, but still saw the salt scab rising slowly.A dark red mass protruded from the flat ground, shaped like a mass of cow dung, and the salt scab rising from the ground was like a white straw hat covering the cow dung.The fourth master is very puzzled, if you see my Buddha, he is a poorly educated person, he has a wealth of knowledge about flowers, birds, plants, trees, scales, insects and fish, and he doesn't know what species emerge from the ground.The fourth master squatted forward, looked down, and found that the mass of cow dung was actually thousands of small dark red, ant-sized grasshoppers.Looking at it three steps away, it is a lump of cow dung shining strangely in the white sunlight; looking down at one step, you can see thousands of heads moving, and you can't tell you from me.The fourth master watched the ball of grasshoppers slowly swell, like a flowering epiphyllum.He was stunned, a little at a loss, full of surprise, and the excitement of discovering the wonders of the world prompted him to turn his head and neck to find a communication partner, but he saw that the fields were empty, the roads were winding, the horizon was flying like a silver snake in a clear river, and the sun was as incandescent as fire. There are songbirds in the sky, egrets standing in the swamp, and donkeys poking on the road, like gray-white zombies that have been dead for many years.Even so, the fourth master still yelled: Grasshopper!

Before he could say a word, he heard the swell of the cauliflower-shaped thing in front of him, and tens of thousands of grasshoppers scattered in all directions. They seemed to have the ability to jump within a minute. Grasshoppers were splashed on the trousers. Some of them jumped, some crawled, some crawled while jumping, and some jumped while crawling.The fourth master's face was itchy, he raised his palm and slapped his face, the newborn grasshopper was soft and tender, it would break when he touched it, the fourth master's face was sticky and greasy, he raised his palm to look in front of him, his hand was full of dead grasshoppers .The fourth master smelled a sour smell, a bold idea flickered in his mind like sparks, and this idea flickered again shortly afterwards, the fourth master caught the spark of genius in his mind and completed a great creation.Of course, this is all for the future. The fourth master tied up his pants and ran on the road in a hurry. When he was walking through the wheat field, he saw clusters of ants like mushrooms and cow dung everywhere. Groups of grasshoppers protruded from the black soil covered with salt and slag, and there were explosions from time to time, and the grasshoppers splashed everywhere. On the low straw and black and thin weeds, there were densely packed grasshoppers crawling.These little dark red creatures are actually very handsome. The fourth master carefully observed a little grasshopper sitting on his thumbnail. It was so small, so well-proportioned, and so complicated. master.The fourth master was itchy all over his body, and the grasshoppers were crawling on his skin. At first, he rubbed his shoulders and back, but then he simply ignored it.The donkey heard the footsteps, opened its eyes, and flicked its tail. The fourth master said to the donkey: It's ruined!The God Grasshopper is here!

In the shallow ditch by the side of the road, there was a group of grasshoppers the size of a bowl that was swelling and was about to explode in an instant. The fourth master squatted down, stretched out a big hand, and grabbed it hard.The fourth master said that it was like grabbing a woman's tits, it was fleshy, itchy, and it felt heavy.Grabbing a handful of locusts, the fourth master raised his head to look at the cold sun, looked far away at the fermenting red swamp, and looked back at the calm donkey. His eyes were bewildered, and there were dozens of grasshoppers on his face. Dozens of injured grasshoppers and dozens of live grasshoppers crawled on his face.The grasshopper came out from between the fourth master's fingers, and the clumsy movements of the grasshopper formed a force to swell the fourth master's palm. The fourth master felt his neck sore and numb. After thinking for a while, he let go of his hand, and a big ball The grasshopper fell on the road. When it first landed on the ground, the grasshopper was not broken. A second later, the grasshopper suddenly opened up and ran in all directions. The donkey jumped like lightning, and its tail twisted sharply, but the little grasshoppers were already covered. Its legs were covered, and its two front legs were covered with red mud.

The fourth master rode a donkey back to the village and walked about ten miles.On the donkey, he sat firmly. The tile-gray donkey was always walking listlessly. The wheat field slid slowly by the side of the road, and the sorghum field passed by the donkey. The sorghum was about half a foot high, and the leaves were close together. It was dark and shiny and infested with aphids.The dejected sorghum desperately sucked the remaining water in the black soil. The long drought and no rain made the sorghum half dead.The fourth master rode a donkey passing by besides wheat fields and sorghum fields. There were continuous explosions in the fields, and locusts were unearthed everywhere.

The fourth master was on the donkey thinking about the origin of these locusts. The locusts came out of the ground, which was never heard of in the legends about locusts.The fourth master remembered that fifty years ago when his grandfather was strong and strong, there was a locust swarm, but it was migratory locusts, which came and went all over the sky.Thinking of the locust plague, the fourth master understood: the locusts that emerged from the ground were descendants of those migratory locusts fifty years ago. This language must be repeated: About ten to fifteen minutes before the sun emerged the next morning, I was walking on an uncultivated wasteland.

During this period of time, I inherited the chaotic thinking habits of our large and messy family with no smelly stools. I thought of the past when the Fourth Master and the Ninth Master were jealous of the woman in red, and I also thought of the thrush and the girl in the capital. Zebra, I even thought of the woman who slapped me twice and could do all kinds of tricks on the bed. As the sun just broke a red rim over the southeastern edge of the wasteland, my legs bounced automatically.The distracting thoughts in my heart were eliminated, and my whole body was bathed in brilliant sunshine.Standing on the wasteland of my hometown, I feel as safe as sleeping in my mother's womb. Our family has a unique way of expressing our feelings. We are wronged that our beautiful language is called vulgar, dirty, unsightly, and unsightly.When we sing about poop and the happiness of pooping, people with rusty anus call us dirty and obscene, and we are even more wronged. Our stools are as beautiful as imported bananas with trademarks on them. Why can’t we sing praises? Halfway up the sun, golden light and red light, the grass is dazzling, the red sun is just halfway up, and the light beam is like a powerful giant arm sweeping away the dust in the atmosphere, the sky is clear, there is no cloud, Like the rippling blue sea. Northeast Gaomi Township, which has been drought and rainless for a long time, is trembling under the blue sky. I stand on the wasteland, stepping on the dry black soil, let the sun question my eyes. The barren grassland used to be the place where I grazed cattle and sheep. It used to be the place where I excreted beautiful stools. Today, the grassland and weeds are withered. Fishy, ​​I was disappointed.When I saw this pile of human feces, suddenly, unexpectedly, and without thinking, a long sentence flew across my mind: the red mud buried Northeast Gaomi Township was huge and messy, and the stool was odorless. The past, present and future of the beautiful family is the accumulation of a unique culture, a mixture of red locusts, net poop, animal carcasses and human sexual secretions. Fifty years ago, when the fourth master grabbed a handful of young locusts, he felt awe of locusts in his heart. Fifty years later, I was squatting in the lonely grassland of my hometown, the sun had already emerged from the horizon, it was big and white, shining brightly on the vegetation, I carefully observed the small dark red locusts lying on the grass stems, I found that their glass-shard-like eyes shone with a crazy and melancholy luster, and the symmetrical slender tentacles on their foreheads swayed slightly, as if they were plucking at my filament-like nerves. I finally saw the locusts I dreamed of. I guess the locusts I saw were basically similar but not completely similar to the locusts that the four masters saw fifty years ago, just like the stool excreted by people in my hometown is basically similar to fifty years ago Not exactly the same. As the sun gradually got smaller, the tentacles on the locusts' heads moved more and more frequently. Almost at the same time, they crawled on the grass stems, and almost at the same time, they jumped up. The silent, lifeless grassland tortured by drought All of a sudden, there are locusts that are slightly bigger than ants jumping on all the grass stems, all the weeds are also full of life, and there are bursts of subtle but very dense sounds rolling among the grass on the ground, as long as the nerves are relatively developed Every animal will feel itching in certain parts of the body. I regret that I didn't see the spectacle of locusts unearthed that the fourth master saw back then. If the researchers and staff of the Locust Research Institute of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences heard the fourth master's description of the scene he saw back then, I believe they would give birth Bigger regret than mine.Here they come, they come in sheepskin shoes and cowhide shoes.They came from the side of the sun.They walked towards me with the sun behind their backs, and the rising sun shot through the gaps in their legs with dazzling rays. They stepped on the grass as if they were on my chest.I realize this emotion is unhealthy but I can't control myself.There were nine of them, three women and six men.Three of the women were young, four of the six men were younger, and two were very old.All three women wear huge photochromic glasses.All six men also wore glasses, but the glasses were of different shapes and colors.They all wear white cloth hats with soft brims on their heads. Only newborn babies in Northeast Gaomi Township wear hats of this shape. People in the Locust Research Institute wear cameras with slender necks on their chests. From time to time, some of them kneel on the ground to take pictures, and small locusts shoot at them and the camera like bullets. The faces of the three women are all covered by large glasses, and the difference between them can only be seen from the difference in their bodies. As they approached me, I also saw the old guy with the silver-rimmed glasses carefully watching with a magnifying glass a small locust resting on a grass stalk, probably from a cold. I have a condescending sense of pride on this grassland. I walked up to the locust researchers with confidence, and my elbow seemed to touch the waist of a female locust researcher, but I never looked back.I'm hunched over, my ass pouted high, and the old guy crouches under my face, hissing like a cobra before attacking.I watched the green blood vessels on his white and withered hands protrude like twisted earthworms, and the blue magnifying glass was tightly pinched between his thumb and index finger, just like I pinched it the night before yesterday. It's the same as the tail of a red dragonfly.I also found that the old guy had soybean-sized red scars on the back of his hands, and his drooping neck was full of dry wrinkles.That magnifying glass really shone like a jewel.I stretched my head further forward, and suddenly I spotted a huge locust. Yes, yes, it is a typical East Asian migratory locust, the old guy said in a babbling manner, he did not raise his head, and sometimes the glasses were almost attached to the magnifying lens, and sometimes they were far away.Under the white soft-brimmed sun hat, his gray hair was thin and limp, like tattered sheets of miscellaneous felt, and strands of sweat like fleshy worms slowly crawled out from the roots of his hair, rolling on his dry, flaky scalp. neck. When he lifted up the magnifying glass in his hand, a locust the size of a barn swallow appeared in front of my eyes. The locust, which was magnified hundreds of times, suddenly added a majestic majesty. The big image of this little locust made me feel a huge feeling. fear.Its straw-thick tentacles swing slowly. The tentacles have an extremely complex structure, like a whip with many links, and also like a small snake with colorful stripes. The color of the tentacles is dark red—basically dark red , because from the root to the top, the dark red gradually fades, and when it develops to the top, it actually presents a sensual milky white.I looked at the tentacles of the locust—it is so sensitive, it is so nervous—and thought of the tails of cold-blooded reptiles such as snakes, lizards, geckos, and salamanders.The two eyes protrude most from its hammer-shaped head, like two small beehives. I remembered that when I read "Locust" the night before, this kind of eyes was specially introduced in the book.Now, the two protruding oval eyes flashed two dark blue, no, light yellow lights, and the dead, motionless locust eyes were staring at me, and I felt uneasy.It has two strong thighs and four calves that seem too long.Its stomach has one, two, three, four, five, five links, and it becomes thinner as it goes back, and it suddenly divides into two forks at the tail. Is this a male, or a female?I heard a sentence fall out of my mouth in two parts. The voice was gurgling, and it didn't seem to be my voice. What the hell are you doing, you can't even tell a female locust apart?The old guy said in a mocking and contemptuous tone, he still didn't look up. I think this old guy has become so smart that he can tell the difference between male and female locusts. professor!The female locust researcher who was wearing a pink skirt and whose calves were covered with white marks drawn by dry thatch shouted in front, Professor, let's go, it's time for breakfast! The old guy turned out to be a professor! Old guy, no, let's call him a professor!Professor Locust stood up reluctantly and with difficulty. His legs must have been numb from squatting. He must be a person who defecated while sitting. He lacked exercise, so his legs were numb. His steps were messy and crooked.When he stood up, he let out a long fart that only a very old person can let out, which surprised me very much. I didn't expect that the professor farts too!A bunch of small locusts were jumping on his trousers. Such a strong airflow did not knock the petite locusts off the trousers near his anus, which shows how powerful the suckers on the locust's legs are.The professor's farts are long and smelly. I have long known that he is an advanced animal that does not eat grass. This group of people does not eat grass. They neither respect nor fear locusts. They observe the grass and swamps condescendingly. people. The professor and his accomplices—these guys who don’t eat grass—kicked and walked west for a while and then went south. On the north side of the swamp, on the grass, they set up three milky-white tents. Walking towards the three tents.If one night, a raging fire broke out in the tent, the thick white canvas trembled and trembled in the flames, and the grass was illuminated by the fire as bright red as blood, the locusts would fly into the fire in groups, and People in the village stood together on a ditch in front of the village, chewing bundles of dry thatch roots, sucking the slightly sweet juice of thatch, rubbing the dirt on their teeth, and watching the people dancing in the firelight. The huge dancing figures watched the migratory locusts rushing into the blazing flames like clouds, until the smell of burning high-level animals mixed with the scorching smell of burning locusts rushed into their nostrils, none of them will move.This sprawling, grass-eating family has a sort of haughty indifference to bright flames. ——In the history of any family with a long history, there are some major events similar to myths. Because these events have a great impact on the fate of the family, they will inevitably be covered with mystery when they are passed down.Just like the Xue family in Northwest Gaomi Township regards swallows as enemies and flies as spiritual creatures, our huge grass-eating family in Northeast Gaomi Township respects the fire in the wild. On the way back to the village, I ran into the Nine Masters mentioned repeatedly in the previous article.Now, Master Nine is eighty-six years old and still in good health. When he used a two-toothed hook to threaten Mother Nine who was stuck in the mud in the ditch in front of the village more than ten years ago, his eyes were bloodshot and he staggered because of drunkenness.I haven't seen Lord Jiu for more than ten years. He seems to have grown taller and thinner, with a smooth mouth and no mustache.Master Nine is more beautiful than before, his eyes are no longer red, his lungs are clear, he no longer coughs up blood, and the green color of grass soaks his eyeballs.In my memory, the ninth master never raised birds, and the fourth master must raise a lark every year. It seems that things are changing. The ninth master who walked towards me was holding a bronze bird in his hand The cast birdcage, the birdcage is stained with green and rust, like an unearthed cultural relic.Seeing Master Nine coming, I stepped aside to the side of the road and asked: Patriarch Nine, are you going to shit on the grass? Master Nine stared at me with green eyes, his aquiline nose twitched, and he didn't speak. He took half a bag of cigarettes before humming in a strong nasal voice: "Little bastard!"To what place did the air (go) go? I fled to the city to get angry (go). Is there thatch for you in the city? No, there is no thatched grass in the city for me to tie. You look at your teeth!Lord Nine bared his snow-white teeth and laughed at my teeth, which were dirty and yellow because I hadn't chewed thatch for many years. Master Nine took out two bunches of neat and clean thatch roots from Fangfangzheng's pocket, handed them to me, and said in a kindly old man's tone of pity for the younger generation: Take your breath (go), chew them off quickly!Don't spit it out, swallow it.Master Nine used the tip of his purple tongue to pick out the sticky thatch root from his lips for me to watch. When he stuck out his tongue, his lower eyelids were cracked, and the green light in his eyes gushed out like water.Chew, swallow (go)!Master Ninth withdrew his tongue, gulped down the fiber of thatch grass, and then repeated to me solemnly: Chew it, swallow (go)! Alright, Master Ninth, I will chew it up and swallow it.I immediately popped a bunch of thatch roots into my mouth and swear to the now eighty-six-year-old Lord Nine as I chewed.In order to show respect to Master Nine, I asked again—because there was thatch in my mouth, I also spoke with a strong nasal voice: Ancestor Nine, are you angry (going) to shit on the grass? Master Jiu said: "I just pulled it! I'm going to take a bird walk!" It was only then that I noticed the bird in the gleaming bronze cage. Master Nine kept an owl with plump feathers and was very fat after eating. Its curved beak was deeply inserted into the tiny feathers on its cheeks.The space in the cage is small, and the owl looks very large.I almost howled with excitement when the owl opened those apricot eyes. In the middle of its round eyes, there are two pinpoint-sized bright spots, radiating golden light.It was standing in the cage holding the bronze crossbar in the cage with two sharp claws. The crossbar and the bird food jar were covered with half-dried minced meat and blood. Nine Patriarchs, I asked suspiciously, why did you raise such a bird?You know people in the city call it Sangmenxing! Master Jiu patted the cage angrily with his free left hand. The owl opened its eyes, stared at me, and suddenly popped its crooked beak out of its cheek, and let out a mournful cry.I hastily swallowed down the thatch that hadn't been chewed very well, and the thatch scratched and slid down my throat, and I couldn't stop coughing. I try my best to avoid the owl's gaze that penetrates the human soul, and I want to communicate with it through eye contact.I finally overcome the spiritual emptiness and look into the owl's eyes again.Its eyes are too round to be rounder, and the two golden spots are still there, majestic and mysterious. I noticed that the owl's claws holding the crossbar were trembling slightly, and I believed that as long as the Ninth Master let it out of the cage, it would definitely gouge out my eyeballs with lightning-like movements. Tired, the owl squinted its eyes.I asked Master Nine how many singing birds he didn't keep, such as thrushes, wax beaks, starlings, and larks, but he kept a strange bird that was fierce and screamed. Lord Nine defended himself and the owl. He dismissed the birds and respected the owl alone.He said that it would take two years and nine days to teach the owl to speak. He said that his first training step was to change the owl's habit of sleeping during the day and working at night, so he had to make the owl not have a minute in all the days. the tranquility.While talking, Master Jiu slapped the birdcage again with his empty left palm, shocking the owl who had just closed its eyes until its wings fluttered and its eyes cracked. Baby, little baby, wake up, wake up, sleep again at night, Master Jiu is talking affectionately to the owl in the cage.The owl turned its head, which could be rotated 360 degrees, and opened its eyes helplessly.Its eyes glowed green, too, just like its owner's. Dry, Ninth Master called my baby name that I almost forgot myself, and said, two years and nine days later, come and listen to Ninth Master's precious bird.The owl hooted as if expressing its determination, and this hoot sounded like human language in a trance. Master Ninth carried the owl and swayed towards the depths of the barren meadow.He pretended to be no one else around, and sang a song with a grin, the tune couldn't be recorded, because I didn't know the music score, and in fact, I couldn't remember the taste of Jiu Laoye's singing in any music score.Lyrics can be roughly written, and a man who trains an owl to speak always has some code words that belong only to him. Harry wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooty Guessing that the lyrics themselves might be meaningless, Lord Nine seemed to utter all the vocabulary he had accumulated in his life, and gave the first step of indoctrination education to the owl in his cage.