Chapter 7 Chapter VII

It cannot be denied that the history of our grazing family is shrouded in an atmosphere of madness; most members of the grazing family have a knight-like madness.It is always unpleasant to reminisce about the history of a grazing family; it is always embarrassing to paint the lunatic shapes of our ancestors.But what is the solution? "Lies written in ink can't cover up blood-stained facts." Tossing through these dust-covered old account books is my crazy temperament that determines my eccentricity. People are always involuntary or must surrender to themselves. What can I do? The locusts migrated to Hebei, and before the smell of cigarettes left in front of the Wax Temple dissipated, a cloud of dark clouds rose from the sea and floated over the herbivorous family.The earth, tortured by thirst, looked pitifully at the fluffy clouds, ghosts howled and howled in the swamp, and the withered plants were excited by the damp wind blowing from the sea, crashing and colliding.The corpses of the four old mothers, the tinkerer, the donkey and the beautiful soldiers were carried by the villagers into the swamp and thrown into the sparse shadow of a mangrove-like tall annual herb.The villagers' legs were stained with dark red, sticky, and smelly mud, standing on the edge of the swamp, watching groups of blue crows, gray eagles, and white cranes mixed together, greedily Tearing and devouring dead bodies.Fourth Master and Ninth Master naturally also stood in the crowd.They looked at each other like fighting cocks, wishing to tear each other to pieces.

After the noble cranes, the brave eagles and the humorous crows pecked the faces of the corpses, the villagers began to walk back.The dark clouds cover the sun and the sky, the gloomy wind blows people's rags and grass-like hair, and the flying red dust covers the dry faces.A blood-red lightning suddenly lit up behind the clouds, like a sprinting silver snake and a fiery tree, piercing the dark sky and drawing a thrilling pattern.Everyone stopped in astonishment, their broken faces flashed in the red light, and their blue eyes changed color in the red light.When the thunder rang, people knelt down in unison, their lips moved together, and the voice of gurgling flowed out from the chapped lips, and merged into one voice, directly talking to God.

First, white raindrops as big as copper coins fell and hit people's faces looking up to God. The raindrops were icy cold and pierced through the skin, making one's hair stand on end.The villagers became excited, their lips trembled rapidly, and their heads shook frequently.The thunder continued to rumble, and the lightning flashed all over the sky.Another batch of huge white raindrops fell, and the villagers took off their ragged shirts and shook them in their hands, shouting and jumping for joy. The dust that had not yet been wet was lifted up by their legs and feet, like clumps of red undersea bushes , rich and thick, people jump in the dust and smoke, as if they are struggling in the boiling sea water.After the heavy raindrops fell, the dark clouds changed color—from dark to dark red to colorful—and suddenly dropped tens of thousands of kilometers. The people who rejoiced for the rain from the sky stopped their hands and feet, their voices were mute, their sleeves were folded, and they looked at each other, at a loss.The cold closed their sweaty pores, and induced chicken chestnuts all over their bodies. The dust and smoke fell, revealing their naked bodies, and the birds flew in fright, flying to a height of seven or eight meters, and they fell like stones. On the ground, crows, cranes, gray eagles, and phoenixes all dragged their stiff wings and crawled around like stray dogs. They gathered together and stuck their heads into each other's feathers.Birds, anticipating the impending doom, huddled together into ornate grave mounds, scattered like stars in swamps and fields.

The heaven and the earth are crowded together, the silver light is shining, the drums and horns are beeping, the horses are galloping, and the hailstones connect the heaven and the earth together. Hail, the long-awaited elf of the earth finally smiled!She opened her tender mouth, bared her messy teeth, and smiled charmingly.She caresses the heads of humans, she kisses the faces of animals, she rubs the udders of trees, she massages the skin of the earth, she presses her whole flesh onto the earth. Hail falls like a cascade over the parched earth. Hail is the cruel lover of the earth. Only the earth can bear her all-destroying love.

hail!Square, round, rhombus, octagonal, triangular, conical, cylindrical, egg-shaped, breast-shaped, lip-shaped, bud-shaped, hedgehog-shaped, corn-shaped, Sorghum-shaped, banana-shaped, bugle-shaped, rabbit-shaped, tortoise-shaped, and ruyi-shaped hailstones poured down overwhelmingly. The hailstones crunched, rattled, jumped, rolled, and twirled, falling on the heads, shoulders, ears, and noses of herbivores, and on the crooked necks of birds. On, on the black sharp beak, on the protruding anus, on the red silt soil of the red swamp, on the human corpse, on the gum bed of the horse, on the fur of the fox, on the color screen of the peacock, on the dry green moss and the purple enema Like a plant... soft hail, I love you, when I take you in my mouth, it's like sucking on the warm breasts of a mother and wife... what a magnificent sky.How brilliant nature is.How warm the world is.Life is full of onions and gingers.Clang clang, rattling, hailstones continue to fall, the world is filled with joyful colors and flavors, full of golden childhood and blue Danube.The colorful and sweet hail fell on the old and withered earth, awakening the earth's exuberant sexuality and strong fecundity.

Folks wander the land naked.Their heads are battered, their noses are blue and their eyes are swollen; they sway like badly injured boxers; their mouths breathe white steam, and their beards and eyebrows are covered with beautiful frost; they step on rolling hailstones, staggering . The hailstones were brutal and crazy, they rumbled loudly, knocked on the human flesh horizontally and vertically, venting their anger towards the human beings and the herbivorous family.They blindly and irrationally interrupted countless small trees that had been ravaged by locust swarms. When the sun came out, it was already evening, and the dark clouds had finished excreting, split into shallow fragments, and rose high into the sky.In the gaps between the clouds, a large piece of the sky is stained by the blood-red sunset as big as a wheel into a carmine color that gradually fades away.The ground was covered with hailstones half a meter thick, blue and white intersected, warmth and cold overlapped, the sky and the ground were colorful and chaotic.The bare trees that were leafless and now branchless are pointing at the majestic sky like sticks.Milky white sap flowed from the wounds of the broken young trees, and the birds with broken wings and feathers struggled on the uneven hailstones, and wailed mournfully like sighs.I was tightly wrapped in a duck down jacket, and I wore a double-layer mask to protect my sour nose.I clumsily grasped the camera with fingers as frozen as carrots, and photographed the magnificent scene after the hailstorm. Outside the wide lens, the silver land stretched infinitely. I pressed the shutter, and the machine made a "click". (In this photo taken after installing a polarizing filter, the world is cruel and ruthless. The Fourth Master with a swollen head and the Ninth Master with a black nose are leading the tribe to march hard. There are two short guns hanging on the belt of the Fourth Master. Master Ninth had two box guns hanging on his belt, and held a Browning pistol in his hand. Master Fourth opened his mouth as if roaring, Master Ninth frowned, and looked sideways at Master Fourth, as if full of enthusiasm for Fourth Master. hatred.) The clansman trudged step by step, and the airflow from their mouths was colorful, just like a scene in a fairy tale.An old man with a white beard whose teeth had been knocked out by the hail was crying. Two teardrops stuck to his cheeks like solidified glue. His ears were frozen to death, black like two rotting bats.I huffed my fingers, and when I exhaled, my mouth felt the mask freeze into a hard shell of ice.The seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple flickered, making people's eyes tired.With my stiff fingers, I mounted the "nebular dispersion mirror" on the precise XLR camera lens.I squatted on the thick hail, a sharp cold air shot into the anus, twists and turns up the throat, made the teeth chatter, and the tongue was cold.I pointed at the family members who were struggling in the hailstorm and pressed the shutter of the camera. (In this photo, the world is made of color and light. The hailstones radiate rose-red luster, human beings radiate bronze luster, and everyone is a sun with strange shapes. The fourth master is more like a failed hero. Arched, as if bowing to the sun. Master Jiu may have fired a shot. Because there was a cluster of sparks like snow lotus scattered near the muzzle of the gun).The Ninth Master didn't know how he fiddled with the "Browning" in his hand. A loud bang pierced the cold and humid air, the bullet went into the sky, and the muzzle of the gun emitted particularly eye-catching blue smoke.Master Ninth was quite surprised, and subconsciously threw away the pistol, which landed on the hailstone with blue light flickering.

Your blue eyes are staring at me, watching me spread out the precious historical photos taken with various lenses on the glass plate, listening to me telling in a dull tone how human beings are moving towards their lost homes after the hailstorm .I think the history of human beings is a history of finding home.Did you see it?The thatched roof that was battered by the hail is the home of our herbivorous family. It seems to be only a few arrows away from us, but it is as far away as heaven.Following my ancestors, I endured the cold, the horror and awe of nature, and the pain of being knocked out by hailstones.One step slipped, two steps fell, the cry shook the earth covered by hail, and even the sun wept.Master Ninth is sometimes a dog and sometimes a wolf, and then he becomes a wolf.He picked up the pistol from the hailstone and operated it with the same action just now. The sound of gunshots roused the spirits of the clansmen who were struggling on the verge of death. Everyone held hands, supported each other, and walked with difficulty.do you know?There is no color without light - I know, the truth that even a three-year-old child understands - Cameras are objective, but people's perception of light is subjective, extremely subjective - Do you have any other photos, show me Well!Photography is not just a skill, but more importantly, an art—art is just your weapon to seduce girls.I slumped down on a chair, my photos scattered on the concrete floor.She smiled coldly and said: What's the matter?Hit your heart?Don't be afraid, the evaluation of "art" is also extremely subjective, what are you afraid of?She squatted down and picked up the photos scattered on the ground, and looked at each one with rather critical eyes.She held up a photo and reluctantly said: This one is not bad!

The sun is like a snow-white cross with circles of golden halo, and a bald tree that is dripping bright red is trimmed with dazzling white edges. Under the tree, people with teeth and claws are piled up like human-shaped waste slag flowing from a steel furnace. Hail was flooded with red. The sun also sinks the sea of ​​red. If I took a picture of the fourth master and the ninth master who turned their brothers against each other, even when they were eating, they were holding a pistol tightly in one hand and were ready to fire at any time, I would surprise you. Unfortunately, my camera is out of order. You won't believe me, no matter what I say.You can't imagine how sultry the summer that followed after the hail melted, the temperature of the moist earth continued to rise, the fertility exploded, all the seeds and all the stems and roots germinated like crazy, and the reddish-brown naked earth lasted for a few days After that, it will be covered with prosperous green, there is no need to sow or plow at all, and the crops and trees that have been eaten bare by locusts are full of vitality. If there is no danger, one month later, the wheat and sorghum will mature at the same time, and the golden wheat waves It will plunge into the sea of ​​blood of bright red sorghum, and summer and autumn are closely intertwined.

There were surprisingly many flies that summer, and the walls and furniture were covered with thick fly droppings.Master Ninth and Master Fourth both held guns with their right hands and large celadon flower bowls with their left hands, chugging down scallion soup with live and dead flies floating on the soup.The two brothers did not dare to bow their heads, for fear that if they made a wrong eyeball, they would be shot black by the other party.The flies in the soup entered their mouths and bellies without fail. Could it be that the two brothers have become life and death enemies just because of the fourth mother?The fifth old mother, who has a basic level of education and is good at observing faces, told me that the molesting of the fourth old mother by the ninth old man was one of the reasons for the deterioration of the relationship between the brothers, but it was not the main reason. The main reason was because of the little daughter-in-law in Liushakouzi Village, Hebei.This matter is not good for the ninth old man... The fifth mother thinks that the ninth old man should not compete with the fourth old man for a woman.There are so many women in the world, why don't you just find another one?Men are like this, no matter what, it becomes good when they fight, even if it's a pile of shit!The men are all crazy and silly tooth dogs, the fifth mother pouted and said, I really don't see what's so good about that little daughter-in-law!Your fourth mother and your ninth mother are actually three times better than that woman.Doesn't she just wear a red gown in five winters and six summers?Isn't it just that her two bitch tits are a little taller than others?

Women hate women most!Therefore, it is impossible to hear an objective and fair evaluation of another woman from one woman's mouth. I handed a high-end cigarette to Uncle Sixteen, who wanted to take advantage of it, and asked him to tell me the detailed process of the competition between the Fourth Master and the Ninth Master for the little daughter-in-law in red.Uncle Sixteen clumsily held the cigarette in his mouth, which he was used to biting, and said with a secretive look: "I can't say it, I can't say it..." I naturally stuffed the box of cigarettes into his pocket and said, "Actually, I don't care about these things." You know, it doesn't matter if you say it or not.

Uncle Sixteen pressed his pocket, got up and opened the door, came back, smoked a cigarette, squinted his eyes, and said: It happened fifty years ago, I can't remember exactly... The fourth old man handed over the corpses of the beautiful soldiers With a pistol, stepping on the crumbling wooden pile and stone bridge, and taking advantage of the bright starlight in the velvety and luxurious night sky, he went to have a tryst with the little daughter-in-law in red. (This matter is all the fault of Mr. Nine. Uncle Sixteen said that Mr. Nine is also sniffing, and he is also carrying a gun!) One night, Mr. Nine noticed a figure flashing by the door of his little daughter-in-law. From the strange gait, the fourth master guessed that it was his own brother. (The little daughter-in-law is also a stinky bitch. You are on good terms with the fourth old man, how can you be better with the ninth old man? But it’s no wonder, that summer was so hot, the women were like crazy bitches.) Fourth old man’s The heart and lungs shrank into a ball, and hurried into the house, smelling the smell of the ninth old man, the little daughter-in-law in red was lying lazily on the bed, the fourth master pulled out a gun, put it against the young daughter-in-law's chest, and asked: Who was that person just now? ?The little daughter-in-law said: Are you blind? (There is a kind of woman who is not enough for that kind of thing. The fourth old man was forty years old at the time, and his energy was low, so she hooked up with the ninth old man.) I heard that the fourth old man made an aphrodisiac by himself? What kind of aphrodisiac, not just "Liuwei Dihuang Wan"! Who was the little daughter-in-law beaten to death? This matter is uncertain, only the two brothers know.Anyway, it was either the fourth old master or the ninth old master who killed him.For decades, no one dared to ask. When did the Fourth Master and the Ninth Master shoot and chase? It was the day when the little daughter-in-law was beaten to death.The two brothers scolded each other, he fucked his mother, and in the future his ancestors, in fact, he and he were born of the same mother, and there are no two ancestors. So many shots were fired and no one was injured? What kind of injury is it? After all, they are brothers.The fourth old man stood on the bridge, stomping his feet vigorously, trembling all over, with flour all over his face (like a big mouse jumping out of a noodle tank, the rotten stone bridge was shaking), he faced the river Fire a shot, (water splashes in the river,) the fourth master winks and curses: "Old Jiu, I'll fuck your mother!"Old Man Nine was also covered in flour, and his white coat was spattered with blood.He jumped crazily, and fired a gun into the river, cursing: Four sticks, I'll call you a living ancestor!The two brothers just stopped and went, cursing and firing, and returned to the village. They seemed to be joking. It's not a joke, as soon as they arrived in the yard, the two old brothers fought together, punching, kicking, biting their teeth, and knocking on the handle of the pistol.A piece of meat was gnawed off by the fourth old man on the wrist and neck of the ninth old man, and a big hole was knocked out of the fourth old man's head with the butt of a gun by the ninth old man, bleeding profusely. Is no one fighting? Who dares to pull it!All holding guns.Later, the fourth old man was lying on the ground upright, like a dead dog, and the ninth old man stopped beating him. However, it seemed that he was also terrified. He probably thought that the fourth old man was dead. The fourth old man's wound was not bandaged? Your fifth mother grabbed a handful of dried lime and put it on the wound for him. Later? Three days later, the locusts came from Hebei.