Chapter 11 third chapter

Let me tell you the truth, Jindouzi, Huangbeard is not my real father, my father is probably also a grass eater.The little old uncle said that the yellow beard didn't love me at all, and when he was angry, he would scold me: You bastard who eats grass!You bastard made out of frogs! For many years, I always wanted to go to the other side of the river to find my own father, to eat a handful of green grass, and to visit those brothers with webbed membranes between their fingers and amazing swimming skills, but I always couldn't cross the river.Although there are transparent webs between my fingers, I have a natural fear of water. Let alone seeing river water, as long as I smell the vigorous smell of river water, I will feel dizzy and my legs will cramp.I often see my own father in my dreams, he eats grass like a donkey, he swims in the water like a big fish, when he raises his arms in the water, the webbing between his fingers is like a mirror It also reflects light... The little old uncle's eyes shone with a yearning electric light, stronger than the sun.The snow-like white pear blossoms in the courtyard are like clouds, often blocking our sight, and the smell and image of pears are shining behind the flowers.

According to legend, your grandma also told me in secret that she escaped from the other side of the river, as if to avoid a severe punishment.Didn't your mother tell you about these things?She is a woman, your grandma may have told your mother what it is inconvenient to say to me.There seemed to be resentment and jealousy on the little old uncle's face.I hurriedly explained, both to clarify my mother and to comfort my little old uncle.No, my mother didn't mention anything about my grandma's family, and whenever I asked about it, I was always scolded by her. After the snow melted, the river surged. Yellow Beard was letting his horses by the river, and saw a woman with a big belly on the other side stumbling towards the river, but she fell down as soon as she reached the water's edge.

Regardless of the coldness of the snowy water, he swam across the river and carried her on his back.Although the yellow beard has no webs in his hands, he has excellent swimming skills.He is holding the woman with one hand, diverting the turbulence with the other hand, with a calm mind, fearless in the face of danger, dodging the collision of the crocodile-shaped driftwood.After crossing the river, she lay on the green grass, her clothes clinging to her flesh, as if she had no clothes on.The women who eat green grass all have tall and pointed breasts, and the yellow beard gently pressed them with his hands, as if to distinguish the real from the fake.Her stomach is also protruding.Yellow Beard pressed his hand on her belly, feeling the beating of the fetus.

Is this true?Little old uncle, grandma didn't tell you before she was alive, is your father really a man who eats grass and has webbed fingers? This kind of thing can only be guessed, not asked. It was true that the yellow beard carried her across the river. Was it true that she had conceived on the land of the grazing family across the river? Is this something you should ask?Besides, on the other side of the river, there are people who eat grass, and there are people who don't eat grass, not to mention, there is a group of soldiers. In short, she is a woman of unknown origin, and she is pregnant, which shows that she is not a serious woman.

You should go to tongue pulling hell for saying this! After crossing the river, he and she lay down and sat one by one, and waited until the sun dried the clothes before starting to walk.The green grass just had no horseshoes, and the grass was bubbling with snow and muddy.At that time, the courtyard had not yet been built, and the village could not be called a village. People with yellow beards were hiding in a few straw sheds. The ground was muddy, and the yellow beard picked her up.Go forward step by step.She never spoke, and the muscles on her face were hard, as if frozen. The yellow beard carried her across the snow-flooded grass, said the little old uncle.A wicked pain bites my heart, and visions of the past race through the grooves of my brain.

The river ditch is flooded with snow, and the mountains undulate gently, without sharp protrusions, very soft.The slopes and flats are covered with green grass, and small purple and white flowers are dotted on the grass like a blue sky.A group of horses in the distance and a group of sheep nearby are like colorful plants growing on the grass, which seem to have never moved. ma! ma! ma!My heart screamed, but I still couldn't speak out what was in my heart.Although there is moist snow, there is still peat burning 30 meters below the ground in the swamp in the distance, and the green smoke curls up straight up, becoming thinner as it goes up, like silk like yarn, meeting the gray-colored green hills in the distance.The breath of life fills our nostrils.The smell of water, of sheep, of horses, of burning peat, of grass and flowers, and of bitter love.

ma! ma! ma!My heart roared in bursts. The next scene was strikingly similar to the previous scene. When she was carried by him across the muddy grass, I also carried a woman on my back on the snow-soaked grass, like a dream.My bare feet have long been numb by snow water, and my heart is as cold as ice, but my thoughts are like a furnace and my spirit is like a fire.I was terrified when I stepped on the flowers, although my feet were similar to the artificial feet that were attached to my legs.I can't tell you, little old uncle, that the woman suddenly disappeared from my back, but the horses remained, and they gathered around me, grazing happily.The only red horse seemed to be the leader of the herd.Its wise square head is inlaid with two huge eyes. From there, in the two pools of clear water, I saw white clouds and sky, mountains and grasslands, sheep, horses, shepherds, and my old face.

When I carried you across the grass, your butt, like two apples, swelled in my hand. In fact, there is no strange feeling at all. The cup is broken, the water is leaking, and the feeling is also leaking. A blue shard of glass flickered in the grass. Little old uncle, how did you feel when her bulging belly was pressed against his back?If that bump is yours. I think you should also smoke an American cigarette, so as not to get sleepy, distracted, and talk nonsense, the little old uncle peeled off the cigarette case and said to me.Nephew, I don't know if you understand, the beginning of this matter, the beginning of this story.You guessed it right, not bad at all.

The little old uncle and the yellow beard worked hard to tend the red horse.They brought soybeans and bran from the fodder.After the soybeans are fried, they are taken to a mill and crushed into slag.The grain and grass are cut into an inch, and the yellow beard is still too long.When the little old uncle sat by the guillotine and fed grass into the edge of the knife, the yellow beard kept reminding him: "Short, short, three cuts on an inch of grass, and fat if there is no material!" The red horse became fat when he saw it, and there was vitality in the horse's eyes.The detachment leader was even more delighted. The little old uncle couldn't remember how many times, when the detachment leader came back from riding a horse, he met the yellow beard who took the horse for a walk, not only verbal rewards, but also material rewards.

"Yellow Beard, here you are! This horse runs very well!" The team leader patted Yellow Beard on the shoulder and said, "It's like a little violin!" Yellow Beard led the horse, grinned and laughed twice. The leader of the detachment took out a cigarette, put one in his mouth, and handed it to the yellow beard. The yellow beard took it, pressed the gold lighter, and lit the cigarette. Both of them had blue smoke from their nostrils. Under the snow-white sun, Like two brothers. "Yellow Beard, feed it well. There will be a horse race in June, and the first runner-up will win Gao Siling's 'Evening Fragrance'. It will embarrass him! I won't treat you badly, brother!" The detachment leader patted Huang said the bearded shoulder.

Little old uncle, can you still remember what the detachment leader rewarded the yellow beard? Except for that stack of green bills and that box of green cigarettes. The little old uncle scratched his hair a few times, and said that there are not many big things, just clean up some odds and ends.I remember that the detachment leader gave Huang Huzi a shining gold lighter, which is very rare.The detachment leader gave Huang Huzi a lot of money, about once every two weeks, but it was not as much as the first time.The rarest thing about the yellow beard is the gold lighter. In the dead of night, the little old uncle said that he was lying on the kang where the fried horse ingredients were boiling hot, and he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.The cheerful sound of Jinghu and rose-scented singing in the north room had long since ceased. His and her snores were mixed with the swaying of branches and leaves. The sound of roosters is loud and thought-provoking; the waves of the Mo River beat on the beach, chattering endlessly, like an old man reminiscing about the past... All the small animals on the grass are courting, the grass is growing, and the wild flowers are blooming. Imagine the meadow at night.The red horse is eating grass, the mosquitoes and flies are buzzing in the darkness, the aroma of fried soybeans and hay, the smell of horse manure, and the smell of horses fill the darkness.The red horse stamped its hooves from time to time, swung its tail, and snorted loudly. Maybe it was the fodder that got into its nostrils?The little old uncle imagined the eyes of the red horse. The yellow beard had been sitting on the stool in front of the kang, panting heavily. When he was playing and singing in the north room, he sat on the stool and smoked.He added fodder to the horse every two meals. The little old uncle said that the horse shook its head and rattled the iron chain. The horse snorted anxiously. Inserted into the trough to grab the beans, was repulsed.Glutton!I can't wait, just eating beans is not enough. Horses eat grass, and if they don't eat grass, they will get stomach problems.After the yellow beard sat down, he started to play with the lighter, that golden lighter. "Crack!" The lighter ignited a green flame.The darkness in the side room was driven out, there were flies on the walls, cobwebs hung on the beams, geckos crawled, the fire wobbled, and everything in the room wobbled.The skin of the red horse emits a warm and mysterious luster, and the horse's eyes are like crystal.The lighter went out, and everything was dark, but the bright image still remained in the little old uncle's mind and eyes. He felt the red light of the horse hidden in the darkness, as if separated from the red horse, turning into a cunning and Cute little beast. "Crack", the lighter was turned on again, and everything that appeared just now appeared again, the fly, the gecko, the red horse, the red horse was tall and brilliant, much more majestic than in the daytime, and the tails of each horse were like golden threads.The lighter illuminated the yellow beard, and the little old uncle looked at him secretly: a yellow beard, also like a mess of golden threads, two big eyes, revealing a faint green light.The little old uncle felt like diarrhea when he saw the yellow beard's eyes turn green, like a buffalo panting when it sees the bright moon.The lighter is turned off, turned on, turned off, turned on... Everything in the house is moving forward in the alternation of light and darkness, and the night is actually not quiet.At night, in the dark, roses bloom. Yellowbeard's lighter finally stopped working. At first, it still sparked, and then it stopped sparking.The little old uncle heard the yellow beard standing up and walking into the yard. He really wanted to get up and follow the yellow beard, but a burst of drowsiness hit him. . Little old uncle, have you ever ridden that red horse? No!The little old uncle firmly denied it, as if I had exposed his privacy; his face was gloomy, and he looked extremely unhappy. I smiled, stretched out my hand wrapped with a piece of malarial cloth, and touched the back of the little old uncle's hand.Little old uncle, has Yellowbeard ever ridden that red horse? Probably... I have ridden... He said suspiciously, but he immediately denied it, I don't know, I don't know I was a child at that time, I couldn't touch the kang when it was dark, and the yellow beard was always in the middle of the night. Go out again, but it seems that he has never led a horse. What about during the day?Didn't he ride during the day? Maybe I rode it once, I don't know, so don't ask, I think, you must want to know about the beating of the yellow beard, right?It was also a bad day for the red horse. The detachment leader rode out every morning to practice riding on the grass, and sometimes went to work.On the day Yellow Beard was beaten, the detachment leader came back early. He rode into the courtyard, and according to the old habit, shouted: "Yellow Beard!" where were you then I hid in the wing room to listen to the movement, the little old uncle said, I cried so much that my face was full of tears. The detachment leader became anxious and shouted repeatedly: "Yellow Beard, Yellow Beard!" At this time, I saw the yellow beard running out of the north room with his waist bent and his face scorched. The detachment leader sneered, threw off his horse, and walked into the north room with a whip in his hand.There was a commotion in the north room, a few cracks of whips, followed by low sobbing. The yellow beard pulled the rein of the horse and stood in the yard like a stake, but his eyes were green and frightening. The detachment leader came out holding the whip, his fair face flushed, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth. The yellow beard grinned, what seemed to be a smirk on his face. "Bastard!" The detachment leader approached the yellow beard and cursed viciously. The yellow beard muttered something, as if scolding back. The detachment leader swung his whip and beat him down violently.The horse whip hit the yellow beard's face, making a muffled sound.Immediately, a purple mark appeared on the yellow beard's face.The yellow beard groaned, and muddy tears flowed from his eyes, but the green eyes were moistened by the tears, not only did not disappear, but became more evil. The detachment leader took a step back and raised his whip again, but the whip didn't fall on Yellow Beard.The leader of the detachment whipped the pear branch that was hanging down obliquely, and a cluster of small fluffy pears and a few shiny pear leaves fell down. "I bought it, it's mine!" the detachment leader said in a low voice, "You mangy dog, understand?" The yellow beard was like an idiot, only his thick lips were trembling, and his two green eyes were staring at the detachment leader. The detachment leader lightly brushed his breeches with a whip, took out another stack of green bills from his pocket, handed them to the yellow beard, and said, "When the horse race is over, you can take your son and leave. The money I gave you , enough for you to settle down." The stiff lines of Yellow Beard's whole body suddenly disappeared, and he became limp, as if he was a few inches shorter.He didn't take the money, turned around, pulled the horse, and walked out of the courtyard step by step. When the detachment leader entered the north room, I slipped out of the east wing and walked carefully across the courtyard. I heard the detachment leader roaring in the north room that she was crying, and I really wanted to cry too.I ran after the yellow beard.Nephew, let me tell you, I remembered that Yellow Beard once rode that red horse. As soon as he entered the grassland, he flew on the horse. His movements of getting on the horse were so skillful, beautiful, and as light as a swallow. I stood on the edge of the grass and saw the red horse galloping towards the southeast in the face of the sun.The yellow beard screamed strangely, pounding the horse with his fist and kicking the horse with his heel.He also bit the horse with his mouth, and later I saw that the horse's ears were bleeding, and the yellow beard had horse blood and horse hair on his mouth.The red horse galloped, and there were no sheep or horses on the endless grassland.I saw the quail flying from under the horse's hoof, and the black soil thrown out along the fur on the horse's hoof, and the broken elderberry, burdock root, three-edged grass, and geese. Granny Ding, Lao Ya Taro, Bitter Cauliflower, Cranberry and White Raspberry.The smell of fresh sap from broken stems and leaves of flowering grass on the meadow.The horse is like a rolling fire, and the horse's tail is spread out like a silk.Later, the red horse kicked anxiously, its hoofs flashing like lightning.The yellow beard is stuck on the grass. At this time, I flew over. The yellow beard spat out the dirt in his mouth, and cursed after spitting out the dirt.The red horse stood far away, lowered its head and gnawed on some green grass, chewed it, and then spit it out.At this time, I saw blood from the horse's ears, and I saw horse blood and horse hair on the corner of Yellow Beard's mouth.Egg-sized bags swelled up on the horse's belly.The horse is very angry, which can be seen at a glance.The yellow beard yelled and rushed forward to the horse. The horse raised its head, its nostrils flaring and snorting, and the horse's mouth opened, revealing its snow-white teeth. The yellow beard was overwhelmed by the horse's anger, he just stood up and yelled, but didn't dare to take a step forward.