Chapter 14 Chapter One

One day, I sent my son to study in Yuhong Class.When we came back, we rushed into the mangrove because we were chasing a big butterfly.In the woods, I saw many interesting things. I'm going to talk about some things that happened outside the mangroves, and then lead everyone into the mangroves. My son is a weird kid who likes to torture small animals.He once caught the chick, and after falling to his death, he pulled the two tiny chicken legs with his two chubby little hands, and when he slashed hard, the chick split in two.The internal organs of the chicken flowed out, and the hot fishy smell could be smelled from a long distance.He caught the white-necked earthworms that came to the ground to breathe fresh air after the heavy rain, and cut them into pieces with glass chips.The white-necked earthworm drips green blood.Last year, the old sheep gave birth to three cute lambs with blue eyes and silver curly hair. When he saw the lambs, he clucked and ground his teeth.I was worried that he would go bad, and I was always on guard, but in the end he took advantage of the loopholes and killed two of the three lambs.The look on his face as he perpetrated the above-mentioned cruelty was horrific.I am in awe of him.Our whole family is in awe of this beautiful boy who is not yet three years old.

One day, because he bit my nephew's "chicken", my sister-in-law came to my door and scolded me for being spoiled.I couldn't help being angry and slapped him.He hugged my leg and bit my knee; my pants were torn and my knee was bleeding.After biting, he licked his sharp teeth with his tongue and looked at me coldly.My "fatherly dignity" was greatly hurt, so I picked up a hot pot and shovel and pointed it at his head—a large group of red hair like a small snake fluffed up on his head, like a burning flame —Chop it down.He fell to the ground, on all fours, sliding across the yard.He glides so fast that it seems that there are rollers on his hands and feet.Later, he jumped up from the ground, faced us, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he let out a growl.I shuddered.He gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse old voice: "If you dare to hit me, I will bite you; if you hit me with a shovel, I will set the haystack on fire." There was a slight crackling sound from the stacks of firewood accumulated over the years, and a few wisps of white smoke curled up from the cracks in the firewood.We were dumbfounded.The mother was trembling all over, and two streams of black blood came out of her nostrils.The son smiled coldly.

The white smoke changed from curling to raging, and finally made a loud noise. Mixed with blue and yellow flames, it rose to a height of more than two meters, igniting the green leaves and black branches on the apricot tree.Bright yellow "crock worms" fell down one after another, dancing in the flames.Half-cooked hedgehogs and weasels tumbling out of the fire with a tangy aroma.The weasel became a black loofah, and the hedgehog became a black pumpkin. Faced with this situation, what can we say?Neither of us speak.In the powerful flames, the green apricot leaves trembled, curled, burned, and exploded.The pot and shovel fell out of my hands and fell slowly on the gravel-paved path with a jingle.My son smiled at me.The wind was born with the fire, and the flames were blown by the wind again.Locks of red hair fluttered about his head like algae in sea water.My mother was sitting slowly on the corridor, her eyes were wet, and the eyeballs were extremely radiant, like rain flower stones soaked in clear water.My sister-in-law was shocked, twisted her plump buttocks, and ran away in a hurry.Facing her back, the son said in that hoarse old voice: "My wife with a long tongue, go and apply medicine to the 'chicken' of 'Unity' (my nephew's name). If you dare to sue me again I’ll set your house on fire.” The sister-in-law hurriedly turned her head, put her hands on her chest, bowed and said, “Good nephew, little ancestor, my aunt doesn’t dare anymore.” The son found a handle A dung fork, with a hedgehog on it, was thrown into the fire.It is also a miracle that his small arms can carry a heavy dung fork and a large hedgehog.Heat waves billowed in the yard.We were far away from the fire, and our skin felt tight and painful, but my son stood by the fire and seemed to be fine.My wife came out of the house holding the soles of her shoes.She had a quiet, virtuous wife and motherly smile on her face.She first used a thick needle awl to poke a hole in the two-inch-thick, wooden sole of the shoe, then passed the leading needle over, and then tightened the hemp rope.In order to increase lubrication and reduce stagnation, she kept rubbing the needle and string against her hair.

My wife said: "Qinggouer, what are you messing around with?" My son's baby name is Qinggouer, which was given by my wife's aunt.I was firmly opposed to naming my son "Qinggou" at the beginning, but my wife cried a lot, saying that anyone who dares to go against her aunt's will will never end well.I thought, anyway, my son is not my own, so why not call it?Besides, the name is just a symbol, if it is not good, you can change it when you grow up. So my son became a "green dog." Qinggou'er faced the flames and thick smoke, squinting his eyes, which were huge compared to his face, and beads of sweat dripped from his small and exquisite nose.

My wife asked again. Qing Gou'er said: "Mom, I'll burn the hedgehog!" "What are you burning the hedgehog for?" "Eat it!" "Who will burn the hedgehog for?" "I eat what you eat, dad eats, grandpa eats grandma eats uncle, not for aunt, aunt eats for uncle, not for grandma." "Just that little hedgehog, how many people did you divide?" "I eat meat, you eat skin, dad eats intestines, grandpa eats heart, grandma eats lungs, uncle eats paws... burn it if you don't have enough." "Okay, don't burn it, it's going to rain." My wife looked up at the sky and said.

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly closed, and the sharp east wind brought the rotten smell of the red swamp.After a few dark red lightning bolts pierced the sky, there was a dull and continuous sound of thunder rolling in the distance.Pieces of gray-white raindrops fell, and the tongues of fire were biting, maybe it was the sound of raindrops biting, and the yard was filled with a warm and humid wind.We lifted the doorway, which was covered by gourd vines and dried seaweed, and went inside to shelter from the rain. I was the first to get into the house. In order to show respect to the elders, I stood by the door opening and brushed the gourd vines and long soft seaweed with my hands, just like a curtain made of strings of pearls.

My wife wrapped the hemp rope around the sole of the shoe, inserted a needle and needle awl between the hemp rope and the sole, clamped the sole in the armpit, and lifted up the gourd vines and seaweed that covered the other half of the door opening.Our husband and I stood on both sides of the doorway, like two polite waiters. The father, who was erratic like a shadow, was attached to the mother's arm and got into the doorway first.My father's beard was covered with a layer of colorful frost, and his eyes were like cold glass beads, turning slowly.A slender woman walked out of the doorway. She was twenty-eight years old, with a pink face and red lips, slender eyebrows and slender eyes. Her slender fingers were like bright snake sloughs. A heavy blue jade bracelet of duck eggs was wrapped around her long wrist.She holds a torch aloft.The golden flames rumbled, and the green smoke curled up.On the walls covered with bronze moss, there are some fat geckos crouching.They come in groups of five, with their broad, clumsy mouths brought together and their bodies radiating out in radiant patterns.And this group or clusters of geckos form a larger pattern, like a huge spindle.The golden shadows of the torches dangled on the walls, and the geckos' bulging eyes shone pink.They sometimes collectively spit out branch-like tongues, which are also pink.Burning oil dripped from the torches; the air hissed with the vertically falling wires.

My wife and I looked at each other and smiled.Her mouth always showed a charming and sad slant in the smile.Her smile made me slightly dizzy. This feeling is quite similar to the feeling of eating more red stalks. The ground is covered with smooth pebbles.The pebbles are uniform in size and appear to have been carefully selected.Mother walked carefully, with an attitude of fear of falling.Father, on the other hand, looked terrified, as if he was afraid of fire, perhaps because of the geckos covered in warts and scales. Many familiar faces slid past me and my wife, and we had no time to say hello, so we had to nod frequently.There are also some unfamiliar faces, but we know that they are all our family or relatives and friends, and they did not appear in front of us for no reason, so we expressed the same enthusiasm for them.

Finally, two big geese with warts on their heads also rushed into the doorway.They held their slender necks high and croaked hoarsely as they ran past us.My wife raised her foot to kick the fat butt of the white goose behind, and the slippery shoe shot quickly into the door opening and touched the knee of the girl holding the torch.The girl was indifferent.My wife shyly hopped over and put the shoes on.Gourd vines and seaweeds covered half of the doorway like a waterfall. It was raining heavily in the courtyard, and the color of the flames was dimmed against the gray rain curtain.Qing Gou'er was still standing in front of the fire, roasting the hedgehog.Raindrops fell on his hair, as if Yun couldn't stand on his feet.I called him to go into the doorway to shelter from the rain, and he agreed, picked up the hedgehog, grinned, and ran over.The wife hurriedly picked up the gourd vines and seaweed, and welcomed the green dog into the doorway.The deep impression left by the miracle just now has not been eliminated, so he jumped right in front of me, and I was a little scared.

Now there is nothing in the yard but the darts of rain and the dying fire.The embers in the water squeaked, white blazing air lingered on the ground, plant ash floated on the surface of the turbid running water, and emerald green mandarin ducks flew from outside the wall and landed on the corridor, cuddling in pairs and using each other. The childish mouth is dipped in the oil secreted from the anus, and the feathers are painted.Gusts of wind blew through, tearing the curtain of rain.The shrill cry of the crane came down from the clouds, and because of the obstruction of the clouds and rain, it had become soft and dim, and lost its dazzling brilliance.I guess there's been a tornado nearby.Hundreds of intact lotus flowers poured into the yard with the heavy rain, some fell on the Yonglu Road, and some fell into the muddy water on both sides of the Yonglu Road.The mandarin ducks were frightened, and they fluttered and flew low. The colorful feathers shone on the gray and white rain, and the colors were wet.There is a creamy fishy smell of aquatic plants.The plump lotus root melon was washed clean by the rain, and the nodules were fluffy with miscellaneous hairs.The lotus leaves are rolled up, in a panic.The petals are immersed in the water, and the faint fragrance is almost submerged by the turbulent watery waves, and it is difficult to distinguish it without hard work.A group of crucian carp of different sizes struggled in the water.The stagnant water is not deep, and the small crucian carp can still swim upright, drawing a series of water marks that suddenly become clear: the big crucian carp can only tilt its body sideways to pad the water.

My wife rolled up her trouser legs, took off a pointed bamboo hat from the wall, and buckled it on her head.There was a chilly coolness in the rain.When she walked, her legs and feet were raised and lowered slowly, like a hen walking on the snow.I watched her silently.Nothing to say, nothing to think; nothing to say, nothing to think; nothing to say, nothing to think about.The messy sound of wind and rain shook my eardrums, and lethargy and numbness followed.In the rainy days of summer, all the sounds and smells have a strong hypnotic effect... The mat is sticky, the air is turbid, and the soul is muddled... She holds a large and fat crucian carp with both hands.The fish tail hit the water with waves, and the water droplets turned into bright pearls when they splashed.The crucian carp squeaked. I deeply understand the deep sorrow of crucian carp. Holding the big crucian carp tightly in both hands, she stood in front of me like a little girl who just made a serious mistake.I was vaguely aware that she was begging me to say something, whatever it was that would put her at ease.I can't say.Bejeweled fish scales began to fall off, some on her hands, some on her bare white feet.It was an unforgettable moment: out of the vast sky outside us, a sunbeam of utter brilliance, the color of blood, and the thickness of blood shot down.The torrential rain remained the same, and the lotus flowers raised their heads immersed in the sewage.I heard her groan.The crucian carp shook its tail, and the dark green eggs squeezed out from between her fingers.She threw away the crucian carp and wiped her hands stained with fish eggs on the skirt of her clothes.The crucian carp fell on the path and chirped, making a loud sound of water and meat.A pool of fish eggs filled the corridor.It bowed and jumped pitifully, and finally entered the water; immediately a layer of silvery fish scales floated on the surface of the water.The mandarin ducks swayed over, their posture and expressions were no different from wild ducks. My wife smiled at me.There was a slight spasm in the muscles of her face; the smile, too, was forced, stiff, duplicity.I had no choice but to return her with a similar smile.This is the same as the previous "My wife and I looked at each other and smiled", her mouth inevitably showed a slight tilt in the frozen smile, which was unbearable to look at. We seemed to be leaning on each other, but in fact we were far away, so we got into the doorway like this.Gourd vines and seaweed immediately hung down, hiding the doorway.The ups and downs have been abandoned outside, only the sound of the noisy rain and the sound of drums on the roof evoke some chaotic memories of history.The pebbles under his feet were wet, the water was flowing underground, and Ding Ding Dongdong's crisp sound of water reached the surface, echoing in the empty doorway.The sound of the water made the strange sight reflected by the torches all the more fascinating.The woman with the torch stared at us with large, useless eyes.She exudes a strong smell of camphor, I secretly guess, maybe it is the smell of camphor coming from her fluttering clothes?The oil dripping from the torch dripped onto her bare wrists, scalding her skin and screaming. I felt compassion in my heart and said, "Girl, you can go back, we can find the place we want to go even if we fumble around." .” My wife bent down and picked up a pebble, and slammed it violently against the brightly lit wall.The aroused sound is as similar as the sound of crucian carp falling on the tunnel.I saw a pallid nerve twitch and quiver, linking the two voices.Although they struggled desperately, as if they were struggling to escape their fate, there was no result.A long, smooth wooden pole with a pattern of pine and cranes on it stirs up the nerve that connects the two voices.They shrank and trembled, like tendons steamed on a plate.With a hard flick of the wooden poles, they shot away like meteors.At least three geckos were stoned to death, falling with the pebbles.There are some scarlet plants entrenched at the root of the wall, and the leaves are not like leaves, but like some big open mouths. The gecko fell into those leaves and disappeared without a trace.There was a sound of smacking lips in the darkness, and I realized that it was the sound of plants.The spindle patterns on the walls change rapidly, like images on a low-quality domestic TV screen.During this change process, countless gecko tails rained down.The scarlet plants are rejoicing, and the leaves are singing together, like a group of children laughing. My wife picked up a bigger black stone and tried to throw it at the wall, but I stopped it. I squeezed her wrist.Gritting her teeth in hatred, she grabbed my arm with the other hand.I found the numb tendon in her elbow, and when I flicked it lightly, her whole body went limp, and the black stone fell to the ground. The girl with the torch, with a thread of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth, stood in front of us and greeted us.From the depths of the doorway, there was a loud voice calling my wife's and me's nicknames, one sound close to one sound, and we could not tolerate the slightest neglect. When we were three steps away from her, she turned around abruptly, held up the torch, and guided us forward.In fact, the smell of camphor she gave off was enough to guide me, not to mention the torch, which was as warm and bright as gold! There are some egg-sized snails crouching on the pebbles, prompting us to look for pebbles without snails to settle down like dancing.For some unknown reason, my wife suddenly bent over and vomited.She held out an arm as if to grab hold of something.The walls were broken and there were no trees to support among the pebbles, so I stretched out an arm to catch her outstretched arm as a last resort.It's true that watching other people vomit is worse than vomiting yourself.The sound of her vomiting swirled and danced in the doorway, like a bunch of sticky snakes twisted together and crawling around.I was touched by her eyes shining with despair, and the pity flowed like a mighty river.I patted her neck and back with my free hand, begging her to spit out all the things that should be vomited, to liberate me and liberate herself.The little red nematodes you see around wet waters swarmed up my legs, up to my knees, and they kept going.Strange itchy feet.The more they climbed the more sad I felt, I couldn't imagine what kind of mental state I was in when they crawled near my genitals.She tore off the buttons of her clothes, exposing her chest.Something the size of an egg protruded between her breasts - in line with her throat - and slid up and down, and she was vomiting because of it.I look forward to her spitting it out.It certainly piqued my curiosity—people have always shown a morbid, and therefore intense, interest in the oddities of their own bodies and those of other people.I wanted to help her, to squeeze the sliding monster out of her throat, but she would never allow my hands to catch it.The more she didn't allow me, the more I wanted to grab it, so we got entangled, half fighting, half playing. This game lasted for half an hour and almost exhausted my energy.Her vomiting probably stopped when I wanted to touch it and she tried to protect it.The red nematodes were burrowing into my navel and anus, and the itching was unbearable.I ignored her, let go of her, and frequently hit the lower limbs and abdomen with the palm of my hand.The woman holding the torch stared at me with piercing eyes, forcing me to endure the pain while temporarily letting go of the severe red nematodes that caused severe damage to certain parts of my body. I adjusted my clothes and tried my best to put on a gentle and elegant chivalry—a false chivalry that can be broken by spitting. go forward.There were some ironic smiles on both sides of the small cherry mouth of the woman holding the torch, which were difficult to detect unless one tried hard.I seemed to have been torn off the last fig leaf in the public. I was trembling, dizzy, and almost fell on the pebbles.The ugliness of falling on a pebble is indescribable.This is especially thanks to my wife, who held my arm when she was in a hurry. We were finally able to move forward in a dignified manner again.The road gradually became higher, the vault on the top gradually became taller and brighter, the pebbles under the feet became larger and drier, and the walls on both sides became smoother.There are clouds of water on the walls, and I guess everything here has been flooded. A woman with a torch guides us up a series of high and steep steps.The steps are made of stone.There are many types of rocks, including igneous rocks, sedimentary rocks, and the oldest rocks that were formed long before the Earth's crust changed.But no matter what kind of stone it is, they are all chiseled flat and smooth, and the length and thickness are equal, just like a product cast from a mold.Some dry moss is attached to the stone, and when one steps on it, it turns into pungent green smoke and rises up. At first, I memorized the steps of the stone steps in order to resolve and relieve the inextricable pain caused by the red nematodes.When I counted to one thousand and one level, a distracting thought—Arabian stories rushed into my mind. They scrambled to tell me the sufferings they had suffered in these years. A conscientious mayor.In this way, I forgot the series of steps, and it was impossible and meaningless to repeat the number. Walking on the steps, I felt a great depression. This depression originally belonged to people who descended into the underground palace step by step, but it appeared on me inappropriately. I am climbing up step by step!I am walking towards the light step by step!But I feel and touch it all the time. Finally, the steps broke off, and we turned into a small room decorated with colorful seashells.Seashells are inlaid on plastic wallpaper depicting dragons and phoenixes, forming two spindle-shaped patterns.There was a square carpet on the floor, a real wool carpet, not a fake wool carpet.Step on it, as if stepping on soft mud.The rug was woven with golden spindles.The base color of the rug is dark green.There is a big door leading to the inside of the small room. A curtain made of perilla beads is hung on the door, and it makes a snoring sound when touched lightly.Through the bead curtain, I could see the hall inside and the shadowy figures in the hall. Cups, plates, knives and forks collided, and many people whispered, as if an important meeting was being held.The torch girl gestured with her mouth not to peek into the hall, and I nodded apologetically.My wife roared angrily: "This house belongs to us, why should you occupy it?" Two tall women in orange dresses came out from behind the bead curtain, one left and one right, without speaking. My wife clamped it up.The one on the left with the bulging waist, I'm worried that there is hidden a magic weapon that can kill people.Sure enough, there is a magic weapon.She took out a velvet-wrapped spindle made of precious rosewood and hit my wife on the back of the head lightly, and my wife fell on the carpet like a wall.They turned her on her back.The woman in yellow on the right took out a piece of Shangshi Pain Relief Ointment, peeled it off, laughed with her mouth, and then put the Shangshi Pain Relief Ointment on my wife's mouth like pasting pancakes.I was too stunned to move as I watched them carry my wife into a room. It was just me and the girl with the torch in the little carpeted room.Her eyes were illuminated by the torch like pearl shells.She nodded to me, then turned around, and walked a few steps forward, a secret door on the wall suddenly opened, the door was dark, I don't know what the reason is.The girl looked at me and walked through the door holding a torch, and I followed her into the darkness dazedly and unknowingly.The torch was held high, illuminating the semi-circular roof, and a loofah as fresh and emerald as emerald hung down from above, with yellow flowers hanging from the tail of the loofah, the yellow flowers were so beautiful that they seemed to be made of silk.After a long time, I thought, why there are only loofahs with yellow flowers but no loofah leaves?Why are there only white nymphs dancing among the loofahs, but no golden bees picking flowers to make honey?The girl stuck the torch in the wall, took out a piece of tinder, and lit nineteen thick candles, and all around was at once brilliant.Drops of water oozed from the walls like pearls. Her thin dress like cicada wings was illuminated by candlelight, and the flesh inside seemed to be naked.She looked at me and smiled, and I was so ashamed.She touched a red chalk and wrote on a slate. What did she write?She wrote something like this: I am your old aunt! I was so ashamed, she looked at me and smiled. She threw away the chalk and pushed open a door, revealing a room.The floor of the room is covered with snow-white tiles, and there is a large bathtub filled with hot water in the middle.The water had a strong sulfur smell.She pushed me into the room, followed her in, and closed the door behind her.A piece of soft orange light shot down from the ceiling of the room, and the heat rose and turned into a cloud like colored silk.She didn't care about me, took off her clothes, jumped into the pool water, and splashed the hot water up to an unknown height. I touched the place on my cheek that was numb from the hot water, and watched her swim in the pool distractedly.Her swimming skills are skilled and graceful, which is indeed rare, and I was a little dazed watching it.Then she leaned back on the water, squinting her eyes and smiling at me.The water ran over her skin, and her skin seemed to have a layer of oil, and the water couldn't wet it. I have the pain of being harassed by nematodes again.She seemed to know it a long time ago, raised a hand, and greeted me.I hesitated for a moment, then began to undress.It's like committing a crime when you take off the last one.But it finally came off.I jumped into the pool.The water was so hot that I almost suffocated, and I instinctively wanted to jump into the pool.She leaped, like a big silver fish, jumped on me, wiped my neck, and pushed me into the water.She grabbed me with her hands, kicked me with her feet, and bit me with her teeth.Later, she let me go.Exhausted, I climbed up to the pool and sat on the cold tiles, dejected and crying silently. Someone was walking outside the door, and then there was a knock on the door.She raised a hand to signal me not to act rashly or cry out.I do it all.She pressed the edge of the pool and slowly pulled her body out of the pool.Her back showed a groove because of the high blades.Water dripped from her shaved shoulders into the ditch.Her buttocks and legs were also out of the water.Everything looked wonderful.The sound of knocking on the door panel became more and more rapid and loud.She stood opposite the pool, with her back to me, and remained silent for three minutes.Suddenly she turned around and was facing me with that mysterious and strange smile on her face.Her kind of smile is hard to find in the world, and once you see it, you will never forget it for the rest of your life.Hold this position for a few minutes, she.The loud noise of the door panel seemed unable to reach her ears.She picked up a crayon-like piece from one place, and daubed the nipple carefully.Her breasts were straight, with slightly upturned nipples, an unthinkable miracle on an earth of great attraction.She painted one nipple pink, like a juicy cherry.As she began to paint the other nipple, I was startled: a pink, translucent web grew between her fingers.She also has the same webs between her toes.What's going on here?I thought, why do people have webbed membranes?I was terrified, jumped up, picked up my clothes, and fled to the door.One of her slippery hands rested on my shoulder.I can't not look back.Her face was as beautiful as the mid-autumn moon, and her breath was as blue as musk deer.She rubbed her hard nipples against my skin, against my skin. She is my old aunt. My webbed ancestors. What does this dream-like scene mean?I can't tell. One thing I can swear to God, I am not guilty of incest.The webbed membranes on her hands and feet created a huge psychological barrier for me, preventing me from sinking into the abyss of sin.Although her hand was as warm as cotton, when she pressed my shoulder, I felt the bone-chilling cold. She sighed softly and brushed the fur behind my ears.I couldn't help but look back, and I saw the desolate scene in her eyes.I said: "Don't be sad, it's nothing serious, go to the hospital, find a surgeon, have a webbing resection, and you will become the most beautiful woman in the world." They couldn't even cover their teeth, and they covered their buttocks with their sleeves behind their backs.I looked down at her feet.She let out a scream and jumped into the pool. I hurriedly dressed and opened the door.The wife glared at the door.She still had the Hushi Pain Relief Ointment on her mouth.With her arms open, her egg-sized protruding foreign body slid between her breasts and rose to her throat!I reached out and peeled the plaster off her mouth.She covered her mouth tightly and ran away as if fleeing for her life.In the pool water inside the door, there was the sound of waves and waves, and under the sound of the water was a low choking sob. My heart is not at all easy, but what can I say?What can I do to help her? I follow the scent of my wife.The low-hanging loofah is bumped by my head from time to time.The candles were tearful, and each one had a large candle.The torches had long been extinguished, and only a few embers remained.I fumbled back and forth.Outside the light, some mischievous hands stretched out to caress me, each with webbed membranes, illuminated by the light, showing a warm dark red hue. Gradually getting used to it, I responded with the light touch of my lips to these hands that caressed me.Outside the shadow of the lamp, there was a sound of moved sighs. The webbed ancestors weep. Lifting the curtain made of straw pearls, I stepped into the brightly lit hall, where a serious meeting was indeed being held.Before the meeting, various programs are performed by artists with amazing skills.There are songs and dances, animal fights, snake charmers, acrobatics, and illusions performed by foreigners with nose jobs and blue eyes.Peacocks wander among the seats, and pots of precious black lilacs are placed in the aisle.My son emerged from a large wooden barrel that had fallen to the ground.I asked in surprise, "Qinggouer, why are you here?" He asked, "Where did my mother go?" I said, "She has been taken away." He said: "You wolf-hearted thing! You must have sold my mother!"