Chapter 10 Chapter two

"Yellow beard, why did you come back?" The detachment leader stood at the door of the main room, holding a revolver, aiming at the target drawn with ink on the south wall, seeing Huang beard and me coming back with a red horse, he lowered his gun Mouth, asked dissatisfied. That afternoon, the red horse started to have good luck, and the yellow beard was treated like my own son, and I treated it like my own father, the little old uncle said.Is that red horse a Gu horse or a horse?A squirrel flew into the pear blossom, and the squirrel pecked off the petals. There was a whizzing sound outside the wall, and a bullet hit the squirrel, passed through the flower, and landed behind the house. The squirrel landed vertically and landed on me. Between him and the little old uncle, the bird opened one eye, vomited blood from its mouth, black feathers were turned out from its green feathers, and dozens of pear blossoms fluttered down.These little bastards who killed life in vain!The little old uncle cursed indifferently.I picked up the oriole, admiring its slender and delicate feet, and listening to the words of the little old man: who can remember whether it is a stallion or a horse!Anyway, it is a red horse that is hard to find in the sky and hard to find in the ground!A red horse... The gray eyes of the little old uncle overflowed with fascinated colors, and the air was suddenly filled with the smell of melting snow on the top of Maya Mountain. Over the crumbling old wall, the top of Maya Mountain shone with white light, and the snow water poured down and gurgled. Irrigated the grass.In the ditch, turbid snow water rushes.

What a horse.My heart was also affected by the horse, the "cold skin" subsided, and I was tired and weak. The yellow beard led the horse and stood there, staring at the ground.Little old uncle said I reckon the monster was eating his brains again.The detachment leader was only dissatisfied, he didn't seem to be angry, and even felt a little bit ashamed.Later, he got angry because he saw the strangled place on the horse's mouth. Even when he was angry, he was gentle and gentle, and there was no dirty word in his mouth. "What's the matter? Yellow beard! Did you clean it up on purpose?" The detachment leader's bright riding boots rattled the green brick corridor, "Did you sweep the dead hair off your belly?" The gold shell pocket watch tied by a gold chain, his face was pale, and the tip of his nose was covered with white sweat, and there was a soft smell, "Pull the horse out at one o'clock, and come back at four o'clock, yellow beard, what the hell are you doing! He raised his gun and fired a single shot at the black circle on the white wall.The sound of the revolver was not loud, but it was very clear, the walls echoed, and the sky was covered with rose clouds.The little old uncle trembled, but the yellow-bearded man lowered his head even lower.

Nephew, I have lived for more than fifty years, and I have never seen a man as pretty as the captain of the detachment. He is just like a little daughter-in-law who disguises himself as a man. His eyebrows and eyes can talk, and his clothes fit him well. People are clothes. A horse is a saddle.Leather boots, belts, leather gun holsters, gold watches, gold teeth, and gold plates.Whip gloves.Gold pen and glasses.There is also a good marksmanship, one shot will collapse a piece of wall! I looked sleepily at the wall that was about to fall, and yawned bitterly. In spring, the warm wind is pleasant, the fragrance of flowers is strong, and it is easy to get sleepy. The little old uncle reminded me: Don’t fall asleep, nephew.

The detachment leader fired another shot, which naturally knocked down another big piece of wall.He put the smoking pistol into the holster, stretched himself, walked up to the yellow beard, and whispered: "Yellow beard, you can't ride this horse well, this horse was born for me to ride, you don't Angry, of course, I will not treat you badly." The yellow beard raised his head, grinned, and bared his yellow teeth naturally. The two yellow hairs in his nostrils trembled a little again, and the monster sucked his brains again. The detachment leader took out a thick wad of green banknotes from his pocket, and handed it to Huang Huzi.At that time, money was very precious, one banknote could buy a horse, and the two wads of money handed by the detachment leader to Yellow Beard were enough to buy a herd of horses!

Yellow Beard licked his cracked lips with his fat tongue. The little old uncle was short and looked straight at the past, just in time to see Yellow Beard's hand holding the rein shaking like a little mouse, and Yellow Beard's other hand tightly Grab the trousers. The detachment leader took a step forward, stuffed the wad of green coins into the yellow beard pocket, and whispered: "If you want to open up, you don't have to worry about that if you have one. Ask me after you spend it." After speaking, the detachment Chang whistled and went into the north room.When he came to me, he patted the top of my head with his hands. The little old uncle said, the detachment leader's hands are well maintained, smooth and smooth, like fine silk.

His gray eyes narrowed, as if recalling the feel of satin.All flowers bloom in spring, only roses are the most beautiful, roses! The aroma is tangy, overflowing from the north room.After a burst of bright laughter and laughter, everything was quiet.The west slanting red sun pokes on the forest tops, crows enter their nests, and magpies circle around in the blue tree shadows.The Beijing Hu sounded in the north room, and it was played in an orderly manner, and the detachment leader was very skillful.The yellow beard led the horse out of the courtyard, and the little old uncle followed the horse dragging a bamboo broom.The sun shone on the horse like a piece of burning coal, and the horse's tail was spread out, like a well-shattered satin.

Accompanied by Jinghu's strict eyes, I watched the yellow beard sweeping the horse.said the little old uncle, are you asleep, great nephew? "A horse does not get fat without night grass, and a man does not make money without external wealth."This is not bad at all.The red horse was lucky at that time, and became as fat as a red candle in two months. The yellow beard was an expert in raising horses.The little old uncle muttered dissatisfied, Jindouda nephew, do you still want to hear it?I was foaming at the mouth, but you were snoring!Of course, I also blamed me for talking things out of the way.

In the early years, when the detachment leader didn’t come, I was still in your grandmother’s stomach, maybe it was too early, I didn’t even enter your grandmother’s stomach, the snow melted on the Maya Mountain, and the turbid waves rolled in the Black Water River... Little old uncle... where did you go?Pear blossoms like snowflakes, snowflakes like apricot blossoms are flying in front of my eyes, and the white snow on Maya Mountain has melted. The white snow on Maya Mountain melted... Until then—when the monster with dark red tentacles was also sucking my brains, the little old uncle’s sleepy gossip still forcibly entered my ear canal, and it was completely ineffective Spilled from my mouth, lost in the midday of spring weather, blue oxygen and purple light.Even crows know that long sentences are the natural enemy of literature; love is a sharp weapon for killing people.What should be praised most is the mother. What if the mother is sorry for the father?Are you really going to sleep?Jin Dou, my eldest nephew?I seemed to feel the little old uncle's sticky fingers poking my face, and I tried to open my eyes: the snow on Maya Mountain had melted, and there was cold snow water flowing on the grass, but the grass was green after all.The clouds on the top of the mountain are really like peony flowers blooming, the snow in the river is rushing, the rushing sand embankment is sinking, and the ups and downs are deep and swirling like a bucket. A dead tree, half lying on the beach, is dark and scary, because it looks like a ghost. Human crocodile.A haggard, thin young woman wandered on the other side of the turbid Mo River, her face was full of sorrow, her eyelids and the corners of her mouth bore marks of depravity, like a woman who had been chewed by the blunt teeth of desire for a long time and then spit it out .Who said dreams are colorless?She was wearing a pair of yellow fat-legged trousers with eye patterns printed on her lower body, and a red bat shirt covered with small wool balls on her upper body. The eyebrows are thin and the eyes are covered with yellow flowers.I am facing her across the river, the river is surging, tigers roar and monkeys cry.The sand beneath his feet collapsed piece by piece into the river.The sand under her feet was also crumbling, and I noticed it, but she didn't notice it, and walked very close to the water's edge.

The sandy cliff under her feet has been washed away by the water, and the suspended part has been tilted down, the sand grains are falling, and the water surface shows small ripples on the big waves, but they all come and go with each other.I was terrified of her, anxious for her, and when I wanted to shout out to remind her, I lost my voice due to larynx atresia.I heard my uncontrollable roar being suppressed in my chest, turning into a burst of bowel sounds.I struggled hard, trying to get the voice out of my throat, and save the beautiful woman on the other side from danger.Indeed, there are countless black objects floating in the river; their bodies appear and disappear from time to time, but what is always exposed is their long heads.Crocodile!They all opened their mouths wide and clustered under the dangerous sand cliff.Their mouths are full of sharp teeth.

In the sound of the surging waves, the crocodiles' anxious teeth knocking sounded from time to time.Before they could chew the food they began to shed tears, probably because they smelled the meat.Rose smells like a rose!This comes from an extremely distant memory, and it seems to be a series of sighs from an ancient tomb.Look at that woman, she is still walking on the dangerous sand cliff without realizing it, she even dances on the cliff that may collapse at any time.Dance with hands, dance with feet, typical national style, with curved lines all over the body. "The world has culture, and young women have big buttocks." I don't know who is at stake.I still struggled as hard as I could, and my hands and feet moved violently, but my throat was tightly clamped, so I couldn't leak any information.That woman is much lighter and more agile than the woman with plump buttocks and high breasts depicted in Tang murals, only her clothes are similar but not exactly the same, she is a figure in a dream, indeterminate and unpredictable, almost like white clouds and gray dogs, It is both hateful and pitiful.She was twirling around, but her movements were neither fast nor hasty, both soothing and light, which was pleasing to the eye and could not be forgotten for a long time.The crocodiles seemed to have lost their voices when they called to her.The woman across the river actually sang, and the lyrics were a metaphor for the selfishness of men and women, which made people feel uneasy and unrestrained, but they all stood in silence, dragging the chain and rein, listening to the woman singing quietly, like listening to the sound of nature.Crocodile tears flowed into Ke.The driftwood in the river was crowded into rows, mixed with the crocodiles, and it was difficult to distinguish the fish and wood in an instant, and they all went down the current, but there were also those who drifted tens of meters and then went upstream, and climbed halfway on the water's edge The body, most of the hind limbs and the whole of the tail are still submerged in the river water.Their eyes were like foggy frosted glass, emitting a cloudy, ambiguous light that made my whole body stiff.Of course, the most valuable thing on a crocodile is its skin. I have long heard from my cousin who is studying in Kinshasa that the palm-sized bag she is carrying is made of crocodile skin. It is real crocodile skin, not a counterfeit.In fact, I don't really hate crocodiles. The buff skin under the crocodile's chin trembles nervously, creating a feeling of madness.It's like being scratched by the soles of my feet and I can't make a whistling sound. I can only twist my body. This is neither pain nor happiness, maybe it's extreme pain and happiness. Looking across the river, that's it.She still dances and sings, but her dancing rhythm is gradually slowing down, her waist and legs are soft and boneless, the color of her clothes is scattered and neutral, showing a light golden red, and her whole body is like a piece of silk and satin Wash in the stream water.Her singing gradually became desolate, and the long song should be crying, so I knew that she must have great grief in her heart.The abrupt and dangerous sand cliffs tilted and fell without stopping for a moment. At first, there were only loose particles of sand that made the waves rustle. Now, large groups of heavy sand that fell into the river splashed clusters of heavy snow. The waves made a booming sound.The patience of the crocodiles is equivalent to that of the snakes. They are like sections of rotten wood lying frozen on the gravel by the water. Only the light yellow trembling of the lower jaw reveals their patience to me.How I wanted to roar loudly, but my throat was closed and I couldn't make any sound.It was only when the end came that she stopped dancing and singing, turned her back to the south, and smiled at me meaningfully, as if a sharp knife had pierced my heart, and the old feelings that had been hidden in my heart for decades flowed out continuously .I have known you for a long time, not just deja vu.Rose rose!I finally yelled out, but there was a loud sound under my feet, like a landslide, I didn't know that there was already a precipice under my feet, and those crocodiles also shot water like arrowheads.

Nephew, why is your face ashen? Malaria afflicts me, little old uncle.