Chapter 22 Chapter two

I also heard that their father was a man with yellow eyes. There is an old saying in the village: "Yellow eyes and green pearls do not recognize relatives." Their father was a gloomy and vicious man.Their father replaced the food with white wine, and was half drunk every day, babbling and singing.When they were teenagers, they heard people in the village call their father: "Four madmen, let's bark like a dog, and I'll give you 20 cents!" They grew up like dogs, and no one knew where they got their clothes. They both wore the same apricot yellow clothes five winters and six summers, and although they were smeared with dirty things, they were still apricot yellow. .

One morning, their father caught an old cat and tied it to the scarred trunk of an apple tree in the yard.Dad said: "You watch it carefully for me, if it escapes, I will peel off your skin!" Dad is leaving with a basket.They began to observe the old cat.At the same time, they felt the old cat's gloomy spirit and its indissoluble hatred for human beings.It squatted under a tree, the pupils in its eyes suddenly became longer and then rounder, and fleas were crawling on its body.It scratches at the fleas with its broken claws, often tearing the fur off, often scratching the face, but the fleas do no harm.Later, when the old cat stretched out its tongue to lick the fur on its back, they stretched out their tongues to lick their lips at the same time. At the same time, they had a strong desire to lick the greasy miscellaneous fur on the cat's back.

The stiff tongues moved clumsily in their mouths, and there was a fragrant smell of medicine on the tip of the tongues.They looked at each other, but as soon as their eyes met, it became clear that they felt exactly the same and had exactly the same doubts.They moved a step forward, getting closer to the old cat.The green and yellow leaves of the apple trees hung over them.The old cat squinted its eyes, not showing the slightest panic, nor did it seem to have any unpleasant emotions.They boldly took another two steps forward. The cat opened its eyes wide and let out a mournful howl. It scared them with their legs like springs and their waists like a weathervane, and flew out of the shadow of the apple tree.As soon as they breathed, the fragrant medicine smell attracted them to approach the old cat again.The old cat became irritable and rushed towards them.Every wild jump it made was shattered by the chain around its neck, and it rolled on the ground, gnawing at the chain with its teeth.The cat's back hair stands on end, where the scent comes from, and where the temptation comes from.

They found two dry locust tree branches, stood far away, and poked the cat's back. The cat's anger reached the extreme, biting the iron chain, scratching the ground, howling, and urinating, but they couldn't stop the two yellow hairs. Boy's prank.They pulled back the locust branches that were stained with cat hair and cat hair oil.They stuck out their tongues at the same time, greedily licking the fat of the cat on the locust branch, and their tongues gradually softened. — It is well known in the village that these two boys like to lick the cat's back.I was surprised when I heard about their habit, and I asked someone why, but no one could answer me—their father came back when they poked the old cat half to death.

Dad is carrying a basket, which contains pepper, Chinese prickly ash, cinnamon, fennel, coriander, green onion, ginger, garlic and other condiments.Seeing them poking the cat, Dad didn't get angry, but just squinted at them a few times.Dad found the garlic mortar and crushed the seasoning.Then, Pa walked under the apple tree, aimed at the cat's head, and kicked it hard with the toe of his big shoe wrapped in pigskin.The cat was kicked up and rolled twice in the air; the cat fell to the ground and rolled twice on the ground.A closer look revealed that the cat's head was broken, the cat's eyes were coming in and out, and the cat's beard was covered with blood.There was a coolness on their spines, like little snakes climbing.

Pa hung the cat on a tree and went into the house.Taking advantage of this opportunity, the two brothers swooped over, stretched out their bright red tongues, and licked the cat's fur.Their withered little faces became rosy and bright.Dad stood behind, curiously looking at the weird behavior of these two yellow-haired boys, his face was covered with suspicion. "What are you doing? You son of a bitch!" he finally snarled. Sensing the threat from behind, they reluctantly left the cat, staring at their father's face with terrified eyes.The muscles in Pa's face twitched unnaturally.Their lips trembled slightly.

Dad held up a red, rusty ox-ear sharp knife and screamed, "I'll kill you two sons of a bitch, son of a bitch!" They were puzzled at the same time.After licking the grease on the cat's back, their heads were running like a machine that had just been filled with lubricating oil. They thought: What did the dog do?Is dad a dog? "You are our father, are you a dog?" "You made us, are you a dog?" When they had finished their questioning, they looked at him with a sly and fierce gleam in their large eyes. Dad's arm holding the knife hangs down feebly, and he mutters something low and fast.

They felt the pleasure of hurting adults for the first time, so they felt uneasy excitement despite Dad kicking each of them in the ass. Dad rubbed the knife on the whetstone, and the sharp sound of sharpening made their teeth gritty, and saliva came out from the root of their teeth. Dad sharpened the knife and began to skin the cat. The cat's tail stood up like a flagpole, and the cat's body swayed back and forth. Dad had no choice but to beat the cat's head with his fists until the cat's tail hung like a dead snake. Go down and stop. They felt the stomach-turning pain as they watched Daddy drag the cat's entrails out of his abdominal cavity.Dad was standing three steps away from them, holding the cat's skin and the blood-stained knife.Dad swung the cat's skin up, letting the hot blood and the smell of the cat's skin drip on their faces.

"You two sons of a bitch, do you want to lick the cat's skin?" Dad asked with a sinister smile. They grinned, bared their teeth, and raised their left feet halfway, tapping the ground with their toes, showing a strange look of anxiety. Dad swung the cat's skin in a circle, faster and faster, faster and faster, and then let go, the cat's skin flew over the ridge of the house and fell into the river with a fishy smell.They imagined the scene of the cat's fur smashing through the glass-like surface of the water, stirring up pale blue spray.The cat's skin twirled and sank to the bottom of the river, and the bloodstains dropped rapidly, like blood threads, poking straight into the golden river sand.The blue-backed turtle hides in the sand, only showing two small eyes like scale stars, staring at the slowly sinking giant.The knife in Dad's hand also slipped out of his hand and was nailed to the door frame with a bang. The thin blade trembled on the door frame, making a clanking sound.

They were terrified by this scene, and as soon as they looked up, they had a loud face-to-face with the naked cat corpse. The gray light from the cat's eyes met their dancing eyes, and they retreated timidly until they reached the He had no choice but to stop backing when there was a wall behind him.Their bodies rubbed against the wall until the wall was smashed.The chicken coop was under the Chinese toon tree, relatively close to them, and a group of mice were jumping around in the chicken coop, as if they were rejoicing. Dad put the cat carcass on the vegetable chopping board—the center of the board was sunken, forming a hole—he took out a big axe, and chopped up the cat carcass, making a big piece and a small piece; piece.Pa had cat bone marrow on his face.Later, Dad washed coriander, chopped ginger, added water to the pot, added seasoning, covered the pot and set it on fire.Dad ordered them to squat at the mouth of the stove to refill the firewood to boil water, and Dad said that if the fire burned out, he would kill them two sons of bitches.

Pa sat on the threshold, knife in hand, watching them. The flame in the stove made a crackling sound, like setting off firecrackers.The firewood was damp, white smoke protruded from the stove one after another, and the room was filled with thick smoke.The two brothers were lying on the ground, breathing in the fresh air, listening to their father coughing and coughing in the smoke, they couldn't help feeling a little worried.They landed on their hands and feet and slowly crawled out of the house.As soon as they climbed over the threshold, they heard their father scolding them.When they crawled into the sunny yard and stood up straight, Dad was already standing in front of them with a grinning grin. Dad rewarded each of them with a loud ear scraper, then wiped their slender necks, picked them up like eagles catching chickens, and threw the big hair first, the second hair, and the big hair and the second hair followed each other, and fell on the stove. the door.Dad said: "If you can't boil the pot, I will fill you in the stove, you two bastards!" There was so much smoke that it was impossible to see anything in the house.One of them added grass to the stove, and the other blew air into the stove.Dad strode around in the yard, cursing endlessly.They thought at the same time, what should be added to the pot, what should be added?Four hands were groping on the ground at the same time.Da Mao touched a handful of soil, and Er Mao touched a piece of dry cow dung.They couldn't see each other, but they knew very well what the other was doing.Da Mao lifted the lid of the pot and sprinkled soil into the pot; Er Mao lifted the lid of the pot and threw cow dung into the pot.There were happy smiles on their faces. "Good job!" said a woman's voice. They were horrified to hear a woman in the smoke gnash their teeth and praise them. They also felt the familiar, cold, damp hand that smelt of frog belly patting their thin, yellow-haired scalps.They wished they could hide their heads in their stomachs to escape this terrible caress. At this time, the water in the pot boiled, and the broken body of the cat rolled with the water waves, and the stubble of bones rubbed against the side of the pot, making a rattling sound. The smell of cat meat overflowed from the gap between the lid and the edge of the pot, and they twitched their noses at the same time, sighing, as if they had caught a cold. Dad lifted the lid off the pot.The golden-yellow Youhuazi, the size of copper coins, floated and twirled on the surface of the water.Dad threw the coriander stalks cut into inch sections into the pot, making a loud noise.The coriander stalks are blanched and turned a stunning emerald green. The thick smoke gradually dissipated, revealing dark walls and oily fences.Father's face was oily and sweaty, and his eyes were cloudy with tears. Dad drinks and eats cat meat.The two of them sat by the stove with their arms around their bare knees, their chins resting on their arms, staring blankly, their stomachs groaning. Pa threw the gnawed cat bones in front of them and looked at them with glowing eyes, as if expecting something.They looked at the pale cat bones indifferently, and their stomachs creaked. The woman's body was pressed tightly against the wall, looking at them sadly.This was many years ago.