Chapter 20 Chapter VII

We saw with our own eyes the four hundred castrated boys grow up in a hurry; the leaves on the trees turned from yellow to green, from green to yellow, from small to large, and so on.The inflorescences of the worm-like Apothecary trees are all over the place, the muffled fragrance of Sophora japonica wafts from afar, and the green grass on the ground is soft and dense, just suitable for rolling.I lay rolling on the soft and dense green grass, and someone asked vaguely beside my ear: What time is it? The sun at 18 o'clock is as warm as fire, and the color is like blood. The lake, trees, and grass are new and picturesque, like late love, strong and desolate.We rolled and grew up.We eat everything that comes within our mouths, we eat grass when we meet, and trees when we come across trees.When you are full, you will roll on the soft and dense grass, and your bones and muscles will continue to expand.We grow.The great shame of being castrated in childhood is etched in our memory like a deep scar that will never heal, and when we recall it, we feel angry.This kind of emotion leads us to kill Buddhas when we meet Buddhas, and destroy ancestors when we meet ancestors. Even the gods are not afraid.

In a blink of an eye we all grew up.We discover our own appearance from the appearance of others, we have no beard, we have no Adam's apple, we have a high-pitched voice, we have evil eyes, and hate those men and women. In the blink of an eye, it was spring again, and four hundred tall and strong, male and female young people were lying on the grass by the lake and sleeping soundly.In our dreams, we heard the seductive cry of the oriole teasing our spring sentiments, and the soft branches of the Puma tree were like lips, kissing our faces.In our sleep we were so full of rage that our lungs exploded.

Four hundred people jumped up at the same time, everyone was carrying out extremely painful memories, the sharp feeling of that knife clashed between the crotch, like a cold whirlwind.Everyone looked at each other, the expression on each face was the same: arrogance and melancholy.The red-gold-like eyes moved to the lake, the lotus leaves were rolled into whistle shapes, protruding high above the water, and the duck-shaped waterfowl floated on the water like official shoes.His eyes were fixed on the faces of his companions.On the other side of the lake, in the palace shaded by gorgeous trees, came the noise of cockfighting and lackeys.

The time has come for a leader. How are leaders produced? The leader was born in this way: when the four hundred eunuchs were full of anger, and the anger was smoldering into a hot magma, I shouted in my heart: "Brothers, take revenge! Kill Captain Pi!" When I shouted out my words, everyone stopped breathing and stared at my face with hot eyes—this was simply a group of hungry wolves with red eyes, as if they were going to pounce on me and swallow me alive.The snow-white teeth staggered in the four hundred mouths, making a crunching sound.My lips became clumsy with fear, and I purred and said again: "Brothers who are suffering...don't look at me like this...you look at me like this and I feel timid...Our common enemy is that fat ball of leather Long, it is he who made us into this kind of appearance... the appearance of male or female..."

Everyone clenched their fists and raised them above their heads, with ribbed muscles protruding from their straight arms.A fleshy forest burns brightly, as if.So fit.If you raise your arms and call out, the crowd will respond, raise the pole into a flag, and break a tree into a soldier, then the revolutionary situation will be mature, the revolution will break out, and leaders will be born.So the leader is a product of the revolution, the revolution is a product of the situation, and the situation is the awakening of the castrated boy.And so on, it's hard to describe. Excited by the crowd, my eyes were bright, my throat was clear, my lungs were clear of shadows, my uncontrollable enthusiasm turned into cold sweat, and I said: "Brothers who have been abused, decades have passed, the past It happened so quickly, like a puff of smoke. Although our bodies stopped bleeding, our hearts were still bleeding. The bloody scene seemed to be right in front of our eyes, and the bloody smell could be smelled. Our family heirloom Treasure was soaked in salt water, with hair-thin red blood threads hanging or floating every day. This is an unprecedented shame. Is it because we have an extra layer of webbed membrane? This is a sign of human degradation Is it?" I boldly raised my palms to meet the sun, and sure enough, the film connecting my five fingers let the sun through like thin red silk.The spider's silk-like tiny blood vessels on the web are all rooted out, intertwined into a complex network diagram. "This is the progress of the race! This is the pride of mankind!

Dear webbed brothers!It gives us the strength to conquer the sea, our brothers have gone to the Atlantic!You must know that when greedy human beings have plundered all the resources on land, developing to the ocean is marching to happiness! I waved my hand that was still in the air vigorously, my palm was like a fan, fanning a gust of wind, I solemnly roared: "Head Pi is an executioner, the day to pay the blood debt from the executioner has finally arrived!" " The crowd screamed, surrounded me, and rushed to the other side of the lake.We waded across the lake.The brothers' webbed membranes split the water lightly, the sound of the water was loud, and clusters of pure white water splashed on the lake.

Swimming in the warm lake water is the ultimate bliss.The water is very buoyant, and the soft water rubs against our flesh like duck down.We don't swim with the body, we swim with the mind, we swim with the mind.I feel the slippery water touch my belly as we glide on it.Groups of blue toads looked at us in surprise. Soon we reached the other side of the lake.After this pleasant water game, the fire in everyone's heart has obviously weakened, which can be seen from their eyes.I preached painstakingly to arouse the spirit of rebellion in everyone. Fan Waner helped me organize the team.He was a tall young man with a round face and a silly, savage smile on his lips.In fact, he was brilliant, and his stammering speech was very provocative. He said: "Brothers, do you see those moaning mules? They are our reflection! Who made us from people Mule? It's Captain Pi!"

"Down with Captain Pi!" "Skin him! Goug out his eyes! Light his 'sky lantern'!" A forest of crimson arms grew around me.The shouts shook the heavens and the earth, and the fire of vengeance was blazing. I jumped on a high soil slope and said shamelessly: "Brothers! Ziri: 'If the name is not right, the words will not be right'; The mob is vulnerable to a single blow. In order to win the rebellion, we must elect a leader. The enemy is facing an urgent need, so I recommend myself as the commander of the castrated rebel army." The crowd cheered in unison.Only Fan Wan'er seemed displeased.I smiled secretly, and waved my hand to calm the crowd's voice: "I appoint Fan Wan'er as the deputy commander!"

Everyone shouted wildly again, and the silly smile on Fan Wan'er's mouth appeared again. I ordered everyone to break the trees on the spot and arm themselves.A young man tied a red ribbon to a wooden pole as a flag. We shouted loudly and rushed to the depths of the woods.A group of Xiaohuapizi who were looking for white mushrooms to satisfy their hunger on the ground jumped to the tree in panic.They squatted on trembling branches, looking at us with black eyes like black beans.About a stone's throw into the woods, we destroyed a hut made of yellow thatch, and two soldiers guarding the hut were overturned by the crowd, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.There is a row of rusty iron knives and spears in the shack, as well as a box cannon and a double-barreled shotgun.The masses were armed with knives and spears; Fan Wan'er got a double-barreled shotgun; I put the box cannon in my belt.

I ordered the rebel team members to lower their backs so as not to be hit by the missiles of Captain Pi's team.Fan Wan'er didn't take my order seriously, he muttered behind my back, to the effect that humans should straighten their backs and not bow like orangutans.I fiercely raised the box cannon to his eyes and warned him that if he didn't obey the order, he would be shot.He spat at me, disappeared into the shadow of the tree, and disappeared. Captain Pi's palace is in sight.The woods are sparse to flat, and there are some thick tree stumps with fungus on the edges standing on the open ground in front of the palace gate. Behind each village stump is a soldier squatting.Their horse rifles were mounted on tree stumps.Clusters of blue-eyed flowers surround charred tree stumps and soldiers in yellow uniforms.The scenery is so beautiful.Captain Pi was nowhere to be seen, only a small leader standing behind the soldiers.He was wearing a black uniform, no hat, and his black hair was fluffy like a stick of black smoke.He held a small black pistol in his hand, the muzzle facing the sky.

My team flinched a little, and the players slyly stalked in place.Looking at each other's eyes, there is a black ghost in the eyes. "Don't be afraid of death!" I shouted. They simply sat down on the spot, some picked grass sticks to pick their teeth, and some caught fat white ants to fill the gaps between their teeth.These bastards who are greedy for life and afraid of death!When the critical moment came, they all pretended to be bears.I hit them on the head with a gun seed, and it rang as soon as I knocked.They bared their teeth, but their hips did not move. Fan Wan'er smiled coldly in the shadow of the tree. I suddenly understood: this kid is behind the scenes.You have to give him some color and see!I approached him with a gun, and he approached me with a gun.Eye to eye, muzzle to muzzle.I was timid, but still tough on the surface. "Deputy Commander Fan!" I sarcastically said, "You are quite capable!" Fan Wan'er turned his nose and snorted contemptuously: "Bastard! What qualifications do you have to be the commander? I should be the commander!" Enraged by his audacity, I shot him in the face.The bullet was fired, and he pushed it aside with a single barrel.He giggled and said, "You want to command me even with your ability? Have you ever been eunuched? You have never been eunuched at all, you are a dog spy who sneaked in to plot!" He knocked me over with one shot.The black smoke from his gun overwhelmed me like the thick black ink of a squid. In the dense and warm darkness, I thought hard: Have I been castrated or not?Is it just castrated spiritually or is it castrated both physically and mentally?Now I painfully recall a dream: one evening, two men holding white scissors and wearing duck-egg blue clothing, who couldn't tell whether they were men or women, tricked me onto a spring bed, and used pink, like They fed me pills like pagoda candy to get rid of roundworms, and when I was drunk, they laid hands on me and castrated me.I still remember the terrible sound of the scissors clicking and grinding the skin and the terrible, thunderous pain. I believe that the two men in duck-egg blue costumes belong to Pi Tuanzhang's group, and are undoubtedly Pi Tuanzhang's cronies.Their skills are extremely agile, and it is impossible to reach such a high level of technical proficiency without long-term practice. Fan Wan'er took my place and directed the brigade to rush forward.The gunmen behind the tree stumps breathed leisurely and did not shoot, as if they were waiting for something. What are they waiting for?Leader Pi walked out of the palace surrounded by a group of beautiful women.He looked at us, the black hairs in his nostrils and eyes sticking out and curling up, like the tail of a mountain scorpion.He pulled out the flare gun from his waist and fired three times into the sky. The sound of the gun was muffled, and there were three burnt-yellow fireballs gliding fast in the blue sky. Snake slough. There was a burst of gunfire, and dozens of eunuchs fell down.Those who didn't fall rolled and somersaulted and escaped. Leader Pi led the brigade to chase for a while, and then went back to the camp. The uprising was simply suppressed.It was a joke to prepare for an uprising, and it was also a joke to suppress the uprising.I can't believe those brothers are dying.One hit, one fell down, kicked twice, and some of them died without kicking their legs!At night we took advantage of the starlight to smuggle the bodies of our brothers.Everyone beat Fan Wan'er to death and hung him on a tree branch to dry.He made a mistake in command and did not understand the laws of war.The burden of leading this team fell naturally on me.I was happy first, nervous second, timid third, and worried fourth.There are many reasons for these four major feelings, so it is not allowed to repeat.The twilight of the stars fell on the slender golden grass, which was shining and beautiful.We crawled on all fours as soon as we rounded the blue-eyed flowers by the lake.Everyone saw the fate of their companions during the day, so they were cautious and did not dare to raise their bodies, for fear of being shot. There are many flying squirrels crawling on the grass. They have fine golden hairs on their bodies, and sparks radiate from the tips of their hairs.Sometimes when they are excited, they soar up, making dazzling light trails in the dark night. It was time to crawl to the vicinity of the dead man, but there was no sign of the dead man.With the light of the flying squirrel, we saw a mess of large footprints, fine grass falling in the footprints, and blood on the tops of the grass.The dead were removed.The surroundings are very quiet, the lake swirls serenely, and the fish chirp at the bottom of the water. Suddenly, I saw a golden full moon hanging high on the jewel-like sky, and the reflection of the flower tree was more charming than the flower tree itself.We stood up involuntarily, and our hearts were filled with desolation. In the distance, in the silver light shining brightly, there was a sobbing and mournful sound.We hang our heads down our arms, our eyelashes wet with tears.what the hell is it? The light there is like burnt light, and the sound of weeping is endless, like water flowing slowly in a river.The big bird with the feathers on its head dances like a dance amidst the sound of whimpering.We knelt on the ground and wept bitterly. There is a void in our hearts, and an empty sadness makes us cry.Nothing, nothing in my heart, what can I do if I don’t cry? Taking advantage of the moment when we were crying out of our minds, Captain Pi captured us all. He ordered us to be taken to the edge of a ditch and shot. Suddenly he said that he would not be executed by shooting, and that he would be hanged instead. Many people held torches and planted gallows on the ground.All of them are stern, without a trace of a smile, and it should be the same after thinking about it. How can an executioner smile? The gallows was erected, and a row of gallows stretched as far as the eye could see, like a tall swing frame.I can't take it off right now.well!We all sighed sadly.Even the executioner with the thick noose in his hand sighed. Suddenly he said that there was no need to hang him, and instead he was buried alive. We were both angry and amused by Captain Pi's fickle orders. Those people bent over, sweating, wheezing and digging holes.A large pit was dug out, so deep that the bottom could not be seen at a glance.If you jump down, you will fall to your death. How can you bury it alive? He also said that he would not be buried alive.We're so sick of it, we're swarming forward, trying to jump into a hole and die.Those people dragged us back with the pendant. It is more difficult for us to live than to die. Damn Captain Pi, it's so cruel for a cat to play with a mouse! Captain Pi said: The foreign devils are coming to build the railway and rob our treasures. We must unite and fight against the enemy together. He ordered an old man to take us to a hut, and gave each of us a red-tasseled iron spear. Then, as soon as the whistle was heard, we rushed forward with shouts and fought hand-to-hand with the foreign devils with legs like egrets. The foreign devils escaped and we chased them.The foreign devils shot us and we were shot.The bullet head is cold and cold, burrowing hard into our flesh. We all died in the wilderness. What a beautiful night.I don't want to lie like this, the damp in the ground makes me sad.Jump up and run forward; legs and feet are light, and you can run as fast as you want.I suspect it's all fake.But what is real?What is real in this world? In the magical lake in Northeast Gaomi Township, colorful ball fish full of gas are spinning rapidly on the golden water, and colorful butterflies are rolling like waves. The female expedition members are working under the moonlight, they are singing: flying lightly, a group of butterflies are lonely, a butterfly flies into the blue-eyed flower bushes, wandering alone, searching, searching, dark and sad, desolate and desolate, the moonlight curls up, Ting Ting, A Pu Cheng travels thin The smoke is like a curtain, the road is cut off, I don't know where I am, my hometown, I will die no matter what, even if God stretches out his golden-scaled hand to keep me, it can't shake my determination. I lay down again, comfortably, looking up at the moon and stars above. The son led the group of cute little brats to come.They gather flowers to adorn me.The flowers pressed down on me like a mountain. The son asked, "Dad, do you have anything else to say?" The small talkers learned their tongues together: "Dad, do you have anything else to say?" I asked, "Qing Gou'er, do you know your mother's whereabouts?" Qing Gou'er said mockingly: "Fresh and fresh, so fresh! You can still think of my mother. My mother is here." Through the gaps in the flowers, I saw my wife standing next to my dead body in a torn dress. Her face was full of anger, like a reddish steel ingot under the moonlight.You conscienceless counter-revolutionary!She scolded, you are ungrateful, you leave your family behind, you turn into bees and butterflies, you gossip everywhere, you can't find your home even after you die, it's heaven's retribution.The weeds in the field are taller than the crops, the cattle and sheep in the pen are as thin as fish bones, the moss on the roof is thicker than copper coins, and the yard is full of wild rabbits.Whether you ask or not, a husband like you is better than a dog!A husband like you is worse than a cat. I feel deeply guilty. "Qinggouer, how is Teacher Mei?" I asked. "Father, even when you die, you don't forget to be romantic!" Qing Gou'er said. Teacher Mei stood next to my dead body with a pointer in his hand.She picked apart the flowers with a pointer and looked at my face sadly.Take a look, sigh, turn around and leave. I felt an unbearable loneliness. I remembered the letter that the female expedition members asked me to bring to the county government, and I yelled loudly. Qing Gouer asked: "Daddy, what are you talking about? You regretted dying after seeing Teacher Mei, didn't you?" "No! There is a letter that Mr. Tomei should bring to the county government!" Qing Gou'er said: "That letter has already been published in the newspaper, you are dying in a dream!" I was so beaten by my son that I wanted to let go, but a word stuck in my throat, and I said, "Qing Gouer, good son, you are familiar with immortals and demons, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, astronomy, geography, sex, please." Tell Papa what a spindle is?" "A spindle is a spindle." "Also, why do people have webs?" "Why don't people have webs?" He ignored me again, and led the group of small talkers to collect blue-eyed flowers under the Apu tree.They moved their calves quickly, and their shapes were ridiculous.They will bury me with flowers. The flowers gathered more and more, the moonlight gradually disappeared, and the smell of the lake water in the cool night wind disappeared.A dark and suffocating floral scent accompanies me. I struggled to get out.Drill, drill, drill hard.Finally stuck his head out. The small talkers exclaimed: "Qinggouer, daddy has come out!" Qing Gouer said: "People are not thorough." I thought carefully about his words.People are not thorough.There is a disconnect between man and beast.There is a disconnect between life and death.There is a disconnect between love and hate.Man hesitates between innumerable opposite poles.If it is complete, there will be no one.So what's not to understand?What is unforgivable?What is there not to laugh about? My son is an amazing good boy and I'm so proud of him!