Chapter 24 Chapter Four

I heard that one winter, when the Spring Festival was approaching, the weather was very cold. It snowed heavily for several days, followed by sporadic light snow, and then another heavy snow. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground. , are like big steamed buns.The branches snapped and snapped, the cold wind howled in the river, and the ice blocks cracked loudly in the frozen river.In the summer of that year, the higher-ups called for "big raising of its pigs." Lao Ruan sent people to Jiulian Mountain to buy back 900 thin monkey-like wild boars, and kept them in the row of adobe houses outside the apple orchard.Their father was sent by Lao Ruan to raise pigs, and the herd of wild boars began to die the next day after they were bought and locked up in the adobe house.Sometimes one dies every day, sometimes two die in two days.If there are no deaths one day, three or four will surely die the next day.Next to the adobe house, three new brick houses were built. In the brick house, there were two cauldrons and a large kang, on which three breeders slept.In those days, being a breeder was a beautiful job.Their father was selected by Lao Ruan—Secretary Ruan from a thousand people in the village as a breeder, which showed that Secretary Ruan had a good impression of their father.Not long after autumn began, the soybeans were harvested and the sweet potatoes were also dug out.Big piles of soybeans are stacked next to the brick house, and big piles of sweet potatoes are piled next to the soybean pile.

In the evening of late autumn, when the dying autumn insects chirped in the withered grass, the bugles in the village sounded.The bugle sounded like a cow. The young man who played the bugle was named Mo Luohui. He was short and scarred. He came from a poor peasant family. He followed Secretary Ruan like a small guard.Mo Luohui's bugle was slung over his shoulder, and the red tassels on the bugle's neck hung down to his knees, flickering and flickering, very beautiful.Mo Luohui followed Secretary Ruan, carrying an iron spear on his shoulder. The red tassels on the neck of the spear were flickering, very beautiful.

Every night when the autumn insects scream, the fire in the big stove will crackle and burn. The shadow of the fire in the stove is projected onto the wall, fluttering like a gray butterfly, which is very beautiful.They squatted on the base of the wall, staring intently at the fire in the hearth.The stove is wide, the chimney is tall, the sky is high and the air is crisp, the golden wind is strong, and the fire is very strong. The fire in the stove makes a lot of noise, and there is no smoke in the house.Dried mulberry tree knots were stuffed in the stove, and the smell of burning mulberry wood was really good.

Cooking in the pot, if it is not soybeans, it is sweet potatoes.They squatted there, waiting to eat either soybeans or sweet potatoes. Pigs howled in the adobe house.There was a pig with a shrill voice, which sounded exactly like a woman crying for her husband.The pig's cry cut their hearts like a saw. Yes, every night, around ten o'clock, when they stuffed their bellies with sweet potatoes or soybeans, Secretary Ruan would come swaying, and Moluo would follow behind with a red-tasseled gun on his shoulder, which was very beautiful.At this time, it is also destined that they are snuggling up at the door of the stove, when they are drowsy, and the embers of the stove are warming their naked backs, which is very comfortable.The fire in the other hearth was blazing, and what else was burning in the hearth except mulberry lumps!The dry mulberry wood was burnt until it became white oil, and occasionally a mulberry octopus was burnt, and the tangy fragrance spread out faintly, which was very pleasant.The darker the night, the stronger the flame, and the brighter the fire. Their little faces are like gold, and their eyes are like gems. They are so beautiful!They heard the wind whistling in the chimney, and they saw dark red sparks go up the chimney.

The pigs in the pot screamed and rolled, as if they were alive.Ruan Shuji would sit on the stool specially arranged for him after he entered the brick house, and Mo Luo would stand leaning against the door frame with his red tasseled gun in his arms. Lao Ruan took off his shoes and socks, and put his two bent feet like chicken feet on the stove to roast. Their father asked with a smile: "Secretary Ruan, the pain in your feet must have eased a lot when you saw the mulberry wood burning in the sky...hehehe..." "Fuck, the more it burns, the more it hurts!" Secretary Ruan scolded.

Mr. Wang, who is tall, with a white beard, has practiced martial arts, studied Chinese medicine, and knows how to pinch bones and smooth tendons, said: "Secretary Ruan, you just roast it. It says: Hand and foot rheumatic spasm is roasted with mulberry wood fire. It can be roasted and tested for a hundred times!" " "Roast pork trotters!" "Roasted pig's trotters!" "These two bastards!" Secretary Ruan scolded viciously. "These two fucking bastards!" their father scolded viciously, as if he hated them more than Secretary Ruan, "Bastards, assholes, what bastards made you two things, go, Lick Secretary Ruan's heel!"

They looked at Secretary Ruan's big, shiny face, and their hearts were filled with hatred. Father slapped their bare scalps with rough slaps, forcing them to lick Secretary Ruan's feet, and the hatred in their hearts was even heavier. They crawled to Secretary Ruan's feet and stuck out their tongues to lick those smelly feet.Secretary Ruan hummed comfortably. ——Since then, his feet have been itchy, extremely itchy, only the two of them have licked their tongues, and Secretary Ruan's itchy feet can bear it. The ice and snow add countless flavors and mysterious atmosphere to the dark night of the village.The darkness hangs above the snow, and the owl howls in the snow-covered canopy.

As always, they leaned their backs into the embers of the mulberry fire and hugged their knees. Secretary Ruan brought Mo Luohui and showed up on time.As soon as he entered the house, Lao Ruan shook his shoulders and stomped his feet, his leather boots were stained with dirty slush.They looked at the two bear-like big feet, their eyes pierced through the leather boots, memories revived in their nostrils, and their hearts were full of stinky smells. "Son of a bitch!" Old Ruan scolded, stomping his feet, "This bitch without a belt!" No one in the room made a sound, quietly and carefully trying to figure out the flavor in Secretary Ruan's cursing words.

Father's eyes were blood red, his lips were trembling, and he hesitated and cursed viciously: "You should goug out this bitch's x, take off that bitch's x who hired clients, and throw it out to feed the dogs!" Lao Ruan blushed, and said haha, "Brother, why are you being so cruel? Do you know what I'm cursing? I'm cursing the snow!" Mr. Wang touched a bald broom bump from the big kang, brushed the snow off Secretary Ruan's shoulders graciously, and said, "He scolded that sow, it's ringed, and that household is swollen." Like a red peach, those pigs that have removed their eggs are all sticking out their 'drills'!"

Old Ruan laughed and said, "Go find a boar tomorrow and breed him!" Pa said, "The bitch, I poked him with a twig!" "Brother, that's not acceptable. You will be charged with destroying 'Big Raising Pigs'!" said Lao Ruan. The pigs in the adobe house howled, not like pigs, but like wild wolves.They listened to the pig's cry, and some incoherent images appeared continuously in their minds, like a tuft of water plants, like a tail of eels, like a pair of trousers, like a belt of trousers, like a cluster of fish tails lifted up. spray. "Is it still snowing outside?" Mr. Wang asked stammeringly.

"Hmm." Ruan Shuji said out of his mind, his eyes were covered with mist. There was also a mist in Dad's eyes.They felt the nature of the mist, and they were terrified again as they saw the two men reminiscing about the same past, a past closely related to their brothers. "Auspicious snow heralds a good year!" Mr. Wang said with a sense of happiness.He lifted the lid of the pot and poked the meat of the dead pig boiling in the pot with an iron fork.The iron fork poked on the cheek of the pig, making a squeaking sound, and when the fork was pulled out, blood gushed out. "It's not bad." Mr. Wang said, "You can wait a while with your feet baked." Secretary Ruan said, "What's the hurry! It's a long winter night, let's cook it slowly." Mr. Wang forgot to cover the pot, the dead pig was shaking slightly in the pot, the hot water was turning into waves, and the pig's ears were floating like lotus leaves. Secretary Ruan took off his shoes and socks, put his big feet close to the flames, and as the flames warmed them, the itch began to bite him. "Sons, come and lick your godfather's feet!" Lao Ruan said. They really hated the smell of Lao Ruan's feet, and shrank back, trying to escape this drudgery.Their father twisted their ears and said: "You bastard, go and lick it!" Dad's hard fingers gripped their helixes like iron pincers, unceremoniously, without letting go, and they grinned with their heads tilted—one mouth to the upper right, the other to the upper left. They knelt on both sides of Secretary Ruan's feet, sticking out their delicate red tongues, licking their stinky feet.Tears rolled in their eyes. Later, they gradually got used to the smell of Lao Ruan's feet, and they no longer felt sick when they licked their feet, and there were no tears in their eyes.The smell flooded my mind and dispersed like a cloud, forming a golden, balmy temptation.As in a dream, they opened their mouths wide at the same time, biting Lao Ruan's instep hard. Old Ruan howled, jumped up from the seat, and stood up straight—the pain bent his waist again.The people in the room stared blankly at the scene.Their father smiled sweetly in the dim light of the oil lamp. Lao Ruan swayed his body, trying to pull out his two legs, but they were hugging and clenching tightly.Old Ruan fell crookedly and sat on the ground, the pain knocked him down. Moluo would wake up violently and open them with the barrel of a gun. They were close together again, their four eyes were shining like will-o'-the-wisps. Old Ruan's instep was dripping with blood.He groans and sits on the bench with a look on his face that looks like he's about to cry. Moluo would use the iron spearhead of the red-tasseled gun to beat their heads, which looked huge compared to their thin bodies.They instinctively raised their hands to cover their heads.The tip of the gun hit the bones of their hands, rattling and rattling. Mr. Wang's face was pale, his goatee trembled, and he said, "Ahh! Ahhh! These two ignorant kids..." Father leisurely folded his arms, looked at Secretary Ruan who was bleeding from both feet, and looked at the twin brothers who were being beaten by Mo Luohui, with a smile on his face, as if everything had nothing to do with him. Secretary Ruan stared at Dad's face, his eyes were like awls. Dad pursed his lips in a detached gesture. Suddenly, Secretary Ruan picked up a heavy leather boot and threw it at Dad's face.Dad raised his arm, flicked it lightly, and the leather boot fell into the pig food tank filled with green sweet potato sauce.Secretary Ruan threw the other leather boot, and it also fell into the pig food tank, rolling and somersaulting. "Bastard!" Old Ruan scolded. "Where are the bastards," Dad said, pointing to the beaten twin brothers, "Both of them are donkey day bastards!" Father's eyes flashed green, urging Secretary Ruan; Secretary Ruan's eyes shone red, urging Father.When the red light touches the green light, sparks of hatred are splashed in and out.It was as if two bitter dogs had collided head-on in a narrow alley.They are deadlocked, deadlocked.The red light gradually weakened, drooped, fell to the ground with a thud, and then disappeared.The green light spurted for a while, and finally disappeared. Secretary Ruan said kindly: "That's enough, Mo Luohui, why are you beating them? Can you kill them if you kill them? You bastard!" Mo Luo would stop, look at Secretary Ruan with aggrieved eyes, and retreat to stand by the wall. Their heads were burning and their ears were buzzing.The blood crossed the eyebrows, smeared on the eyelids, flowed through the eyelashes, and flowed into the eyes. The salt in the blood killed their eyeballs. It was very painful. Their eyes were dripping like blood. Secretary Ruan ordered Mo Luohui to run to the village to call "Barefoot Doctor." Mo Luohui ran away with the red-tasseled gun in his arms. Mr. Wang grabbed a handful of mulberry ashes and tried to press them on Lao Ruan's wound, but was scolded by Lao Ruan.Mr. Wang obediently retreated to the corner, and didn't dare to say anything for a long time. Dad picked out Secretary Ruan's two leather boots that were stained with sour and smelly pig feed with a smooth white wooden stick, threw them on the square tile floor, and said solemnly: "You two bastards, lick the pig feed off the boots clean!" They looked at each other with bitter looks on their faces. Dad roared again, "Did you hear that? Fuck you two bastards!" They were trembling and crying, like two dead leaves of trees left in the cold winter months. Dad held the firewood high and rushed towards them.Weeping sharply, they fled around the house, even hiding behind Secretary Ruan, trying to escape the painful labor of licking their boots. When Dad cut them with firewood through Secretary Ruan's body, Secretary Ruan clenched his fist and stabbed Dad in the lower abdomen.Dad threw away the firewood, covered his lower abdomen with his hands, backed up, moaned, and squatted on the ground. "You—animal!" Secretary Ruan scolded. "Did I hit your son?" Dad's face was sallow, with tiny beads of white sweat oozing from his forehead, but the wicked smile was still hanging on his purple-black lips, "Your heart aches when I hit these two bastards who came out of the sun!" ?” "Bastard! You bastard!..." Secretary Ruan was furious, and Secretary Ruan was about to burst into tears. He grabbed the firewood by the stove and slammed it facelessly. Dad smiled sinisterly, opened the door, and went into the yard. A cool, damp chill suddenly filled the house.The kerosene lamp hanging on the wall was out, a little wick was glowing, and the smell of kerosene was rising.The firewood in the stove was more vigorous, reflecting Secretary Ruan's fat and heavy face.The dead pig in the pot was tumbling: fluttering, fluttering, pululu, pululu... The aroma of pork overflowed from the pot with wisps of steam. They saw the glow of the snow outside the door.Pa walked between the apple trees, the snow crunching under his feet.Pigs howled in the adobe house.The pig stopped howling and fell into a deep sleep.The night was quiet and fragrant, and there was a bit of moist warmth in the dry cold. The wheat seedlings in the field were sleeping soundly under the heavy snow, and the fat, sulfur-colored clouds cut off the connection between the stars and the earth.They fell into contemplation at the same time, their eyes piercing through the clouds, watching thousands of stars whirling and churning, the sky was like boiling water, boiling the sun, moon and stars.They timidly cast their gazes outside the door into the cold night, and vaguely saw Dad playing with a group of hairy people with green fluff all over their bodies, narrow foreheads and wide mouths. The hairy people scratched Dad with their crooked hands and claws. armpits.They twisted their upper limbs and felt very uncomfortable. Mr. Wang got up to close the door, but Secretary Ruan said, "Don't close it!" Mr. Wang retreated to the corner and sat down. They heard Pa's club beating loudly on the top of the apple tree.The long-accumulated snow on the treetops fell in clusters, making a rustling sound.Later, the sound became louder, and they clearly felt that the apple tree branches covered with a thin ice shell were jumping and crying under the blow of the stick. The ice shell broke and fell into the soft snow powder one after another.The exposed apple branches were bright red, and they thought at the same time: It’s snowing, it’s so cold, the apple branches are frozen red. Pa was beating apple branches and cursing, cursing the bastard, cursing the bastard, cursing the son of a bitch. They thought at the same time: Dad, who are you scolding?You scold Secretary Ruan?How dare you scold him?You scold us?Doesn't that mean scolding yourself? For some unknown reason, they felt very sad for a while.They felt alone and helpless, and only the embers in the stove could give them some warmth, so they squeezed their bare backs against the stove. "These two skinny cats!" Mr. Wang sighed sadly, "Spring dogs, autumn cats, their lives are doomed!" Mr. Wang stood up and said, "Secretary Ruan, it's better to close the door, or these two skinny cats will be frozen to death." Secretary Ruan let out a noncommittal grunt. "This stubborn donkey is alive and well!" Mr. Wang said. Dad beat on the branches and yelled, and his broken voice got worse. At this moment, Mo Luo would lead the barefoot doctor in. The cold filled the house, and Mo Luo would close the door behind him. Mr. Wang crackled the flame with an old gear lighter, and lit the kerosene lamp. The early lights looked extraordinarily bright, and they squinted because of the pain in their eyes. Mo Luo would say, "Secretary, I finally woke her up." "I didn't hear it... I fell asleep..." The barefoot doctor said with some embarrassment, took off a black coat with a brown velvet collar, looked for a place to hang it everywhere, but after all, there was no place to hang it, so he shook a few times, cautiously Fold it carefully and place it on the pile of firewood outside the stove. She was wearing a silver-gray blouse decorated with black wheat spike patterns. Two rows of black mandarin duck buttons ran straight through her neck. Her bulging breasts, which are unique to young women, stretched the sides of the mandarin duck buttons tightly.They stared at her closely, their eyes burning like wolves.They watched as she untied the large dark brown scarf covering her head, revealing two glowing red cheeks. She took the medicine box off her shoulder, carried it with her hands, moved it to Secretary Ruan, bent down, and asked shyly, "Secretary Ruan, where is the injury?" Secretary Ruan stared at her, smiled like a ghost, and didn't speak. "Didn't I tell you? Secretary Ruan hurt his foot!" Mo Luo said in a vicious voice, holding a red tasseled gun. She put down the medicine box, squatted in front of Secretary Ruan, and said, "Mo Luohui, bring the lamp over to illuminate it, so I can't see clearly." But Mo Luohui told Mr. Wang: "Old man Wang, you carry a lamp to illuminate her!" She smiled slightly, revealing her white teeth, shining like pearl shells. "Damn it, the little lazy is making the big lazy, and the big lazy is making the old lazy, and the old lazy doesn't want to move!" Secretary Ruan cursed kindly, "Put down your broken gun and bring the oil lamp over." Mo Luohui had no choice but to lean the gun against the wall and lean towards the greasy lamp with two fingers. She opened the medicine box, picked up a pair of tweezers, held a cotton ball, dipped in alcohol, and cleaned the wound on Secretary Ruan's foot.Secretary Ruan took a hissing breath.She raised her head, opened her eyes wide in astonishment, and searched Secretary Ruan's face. Secretary Ruan stretched out his thick hands, stroked her hair, and asked, "Xiao Bi, it's almost Chinese New Year, are you homesick?" They saw her black, oily hair trembling between Secretary Ruan's fingers. "I also want to let you go back to the city to see your parents, but the village cannot live without you!" Her black, oily hair trembled. "You work hard, I recommend you to go to university next year..." Then there was a knock on the door. "Who?!" Mo Luo would ask sternly. Bang, bang, bang, something is knocking on the door.The people in the room became stunned for a moment, looking at the trembling door panel. They saw her thinking: One dark night, I just got into bed after washing my feet, when I heard the thin door panel thumping.bang bang bang!bang bang bang.who!Who! bang bang bang!bang bang bang.The voice is stubborn and stubborn, like fate. His black and oily hair trembled under the pressure of his fat palms. When they saw Moluo, they would think: That night, it was so dark and so cold... More than 10,000 workers on the Beijing-Hanzhou Railway were on strike... I was sewing socks for your grandfather under the lamp when I heard bang bang bang!Bang bang bang... At this time, a person broke in, holding a baby in his left hand, and holding a signal light in his right... He was covered in blood and wounds everywhere. He knelt on the ground as soon as he entered the door: Madam...Master I and my senior brother have sacrificed, from now on you will be my mother, and this child will be your grandson...Grandma...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooolegs... When reading at night, when I was having fun, I heard bang bang bang!bang bang bang.There was a series of knocks on the door.The scholar asked: Who bothered me?A woman's chichi laughter sounded outside the door.The scholar said: "Whose girl, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"Leave quickly, so as not to tarnish the reputation of my scholar.Xiucai was trembling, when he heard the door creak, he suddenly realized... a thin dog with snowflakes stuck on its back slipped in with its tail between its legs.The cold wind rushes in, and the lights are scattered, Mo Luo will quickly stretch out his palm to cover the lights, so as not to be extinguished.Secretary Ruan took a deep breath and said, "So it's this bastard!" Mr. Wang woke up from the ghost fox dream, and kicked the skinny dog ​​with his numb legs and feet.The skinny dog ​​was kicked next to each other, humming, with pitiful eyes, flattened its body, and squeezed into the corner of the wall. Secretary Ruan said, "Forget it, let it stay in the house, and close the door!" Mr. Wang bent down, closed the door, turned around and added a few pieces of firewood to the stove, then returned to his corner, twitching his neck and dreaming. She bound Secretary Ruan's feet with gauze, stood up, and yawned.Packed the medicine chest and reached for the overcoat on the woodpile. Secretary Ruan leaned over and grabbed her hand.They felt that the small hands were covered by the big fat hands, and there was sticky phlegm in their throats, and they couldn't cough it out no matter how hard they coughed. "Don't leave!" Secretary Ruan said, "There is meat cooking in the pot, wait until you have eaten the meat before leaving." She bowed her head, drooping her eyelashes.They felt her little hands were cold and cold, as if they were dead. As he froze like this, a rash erupted on those two plump white tits, like chicken skin that had lost its feathers.The feeling frightened them. Secretary Ruan let go of his hand.She stood there for a few seconds, grinned brightly, and said softly, "I'm following your orders." Just like that, she sat backwards on a bundle of snow-white firewood, her face was white and hard like snow-white firewood. "Mr. Wang, check to see if the meat is ready," Secretary Ruan said. Mr. Wang jumped up, surprisingly light, and stood beside the pot, moving his legs.He poked the pig's head with a chopstick and said, "It's rotten, it's rotten, it's rotten! It will melt if you don't eat it." Secretary Ruan said: "If the meat is rotten in the soup, it's like drinking the soup." The broken carcasses of the shriveled pigs were scooped up piece by piece by the well-trained Mr. Wang into a broken earthen pot with a broken edge.The soup in the pot is still boiling. "Eat, come, eat quickly!" Secretary Ruan greeted her. She sat there like an alert she-cat. Secretary Ruan used chopsticks to pick and choose, and finally inserted a black pig's heart. When he picked it up, hot soup dripped down. There was a white and black thing attached to the heart, like a rubber band. The secretary stretched out his hand to tear it up, it was very hot, and his mouth was scorching hot.Tear it, pull it, shrink it, finally tore it off, put it under the nose and sniffed it, and said: "Life heart fat, I am confused after eating, give it to the dog!" I passed it to the dog, and the dog jumped up excitedly, eyes There were teardrops in it, and it was so hot that it bared its teeth, and swallowed it desperately.The waist is arched, the hair on the spine is raised, the melted snow has turned into glistening drops of water, and the dog's tail is tightly clamped between the legs, as if to guard against male dogs.Secretary Ruan brought the pig's heart in front of her, and said warmly: "It's a cold night, I wake you up, I should comfort you! Eat it, it's the best thing on a pig." She opened her hand but didn't know how to pick it up.Secretary Ruan found a piece of clean firewood, put his heart on the firewood, and held it up for her to pick it up. She took it, holding a pig's heart that seemed to be twitching slightly in both hands, and didn't know what to say. Secretary Ruan blew the hot air from the basin, turned his head sideways, and scratched with chopsticks.He found the pig's large intestine—the part connected to the pig's anus, clipped it out and put it on the firewood loop; he found two pig ears, tore it off the pig's head and put it on the firewood.Secretary Ruan said, "Mr. Wang, bring me some wine." Mr. Wang hurriedly jumped to the back room and took out Secretary Ruan's wine bottle from nowhere.They saw her looking at the white glass wine bottle and thought there was a twisted black tree root soaked in this bottle of glucose injection and thought it was a deer whip or a stag's penis it was disgusting Is it a pregnancy reaction? No wonder he tossed his belly all night like a boar, as if it was about to catch fire, a dark green mixture of gastric juice and bile slowly climbed up her throat. They clearly saw that from this moment they gained The ability to gain insight into the internal organs of others. Secretary Ruan smacked the dark red liquid with his mouth to the mouth of the bottle, and then stuffed the large intestine covered with white fat into his mouth. His tongue stirred the pig intestines chewed by his teeth. The smell of feces sprayed into her mouth, and she was sick again.Are you pregnant?Impossible, I swallowed a handful of contraceptive pills afterward, and the barefoot doctor got pregnant, what a joke.This old pig.They watched the pig intestines mixed with saliva slide into his stomach pouch. His stomach was bulging like a big hedgehog, which was very scary.Later they saw a hot air flow between his legs, exuding a strong fishy and salty smell. Secretary Ruan was chewing on the crispy bones of the pig's ears with relish, and his beardless chin was covered with a layer of glistening lard. He waved his hand and said, "Why are you still watching? You idiots, eat quickly!" what!" Mr. Wang rushed forward. Molo would pounce on him. Mr. Wang lifted half a pig's head. Moluohui pulled off a pig leg. Although the surface of lard is cold, it is still very hot inside.Mr. Wang's cheeks were burned red by the pig's cheeks.The fat with skin was rolling in his mouth and it was hard to swallow.He was carrying half a pig's head, but his eyes with cloudy tears were fixed on the steaming pot. Every time Moluo took a bite of a pig's leg, Mr. Wang's body would twist.Mr. Wang hated the broken teeth, swallowed the unchewed meat, and stretched his neck to swallow hard.They saw that the lump of meat blocked Mr. Wang's throat. There was a bend in Mr. Wang's throat, and the lump of meat was stuck there. Now, except Mo Luohui, everyone is looking at Mr. Wang.Mr. Wang stretched his neck, Mr. Wang rolled his eyes, Mr. Wang was suffocated to death, and his skinny chicken paw-like hands were still stubbornly picking at the half of the pig's head. "Suffocate this lowly old dog!" Mo Luo would scold. "Give him a beat!" Secretary Ruan ordered Mo Luohui. Mo Luohui accelerated the speed of biting the pig's legs. "Did you hear that?" Moluo would purr with a mouth full of pork.He freed one hand, clenched it into a fist, aimed at Mr. Wang's chest, and punched hard.There was a muffled grunt in Mr. Wang's throat, and a lump of meat spewed out, swelled up on the ground like a newborn rabbit, and the skinny dog ​​rushed up unexpectedly and swallowed the lump of meat. Mr. Wang woke up, looked at the pot first, and then gnawed on the pig's head. Secretary Ruan glanced at the speechless female barefoot doctor holding a pig heart, her face blushing. "You two, come and eat too!" Secretary Ruan greeted the twin brothers. They timidly looked into Secretary Ruan's brain and chest.The brain, which was full of shells of white soybean milk, squirmed, squirmed... One after another, blurred images floated on the dark blue screen.Flicker, flicker, flicker, you have to be attached to something, but you have nothing to be attached to.Hot summer night...the ignited mugwort...the ignited and bundled mugwort were placed on the ground in front of the kang, wisps of smoke rose, the aroma was tangy, mosquitoes hid in dark corners...the dancing tree shadows in front of the window .A young woman with white skin and a dark face is rolling naked on the kang... Two heavy tits—ma! ma!They screamed—every tit hit their heads like a club, making their ears ring, their hearts beat faster, and their blood rushed to their faces...a fat shadow covered the woman's body...they saw, A kind of sweet and desolate mood of remembering the good times gone by leisurely climbed into his mind... Secretary Ruan sighed softly, swept their faces with pity, and said: "Come on, Da Mao, Er Mao, Come and eat..." With his own hands, he selected two pieces of the best lean meat, held them with his hands, and greeted them. They looked at each other and heard each other's stomach rumbling.The image of the naked woman swayed obstinately before their eyes, sometimes right on Secretary Ruan's face.She held a breast in one hand and smiled at them. The breast was covered with blue and purple scars, and the belly was also scarred. ma! ma!The sound hit their lips lightly. They understood that this was the woman they saw at home all the time.They remembered what their father said: She is your dead mother! They seemed to be looking at Secretary Ruan's face, but they were actually looking at their mother who was smiling sadly. "These two boys have been tortured into idiots!" Secretary Ruan said sympathetically.He threw two fine pieces of lean meat into the basin. Mo Luohui's hands and Mr. Wang's hands quickly rushed towards the two pieces of lean meat. "Bastard!" Secretary Ruan scolded angrily, "Eating what's outside the bowl and staring at what's in the bowl!" Secretary Ruan picked up the firewood and chopped at those two hands. They withdrew their hands quickly, and the firewood fell on the rim of the basin, making a crisp sound.A gap was cut on the side of the basin.The steam rising from the basin was already weak, and a layer of white lard had condensed on the edge of the basin.The fire in the stove has turned into dark red embers, and the pot is full of oil, fluctuating slightly.The night is very deep, there is no wind, the ice in the river is breaking, and the life buried under the snow mattress in the field is murmuring heavily. The door of the room was knocked open, and the cold air rushed violently, making people refreshed and clear-headed.Dad stood straight in the middle of the door, his face was blue and angry, but there was a sneer like a plum blossom on his mouth. They trembled under Dad's sneer, and their bodies squeezed hard, wishing they could merge into one body, wishing they could shrink into the still hot pot. It was Secretary Ruan who said, "If you want to come in, come in, if you want to go out, go out! It's just so warm in the room, I'll let you go!" Dad stared at Secretary Ruan sideways. Secretary Ruan said, "Dude, do you think I dare not touch your hair?" Mo Luo would scold, "Come in, come on!"How crazy are you pretending to be!Dog days! "You saw Dad shrinking his neck, with a look of bad luck on his face. Moluo would push Dad's arm, and then kick the door shut. Dad's green eyes were burning, and he quickly surveyed the situation in the room.He went straight to the basin, grabbed the two pieces of meat, and stabbed them into his mouth desperately. "Secretary Ruan picked this for your son, and we couldn't get any food!" Mo Luo would say angrily. "Bah!" Dad spat out a tendon from a piece of meat onto Mo Luohui's lapel, and his words melted into the rotten meat in his mouth. They could tell clearly, what Dad scolded was: "Stop relying on others!" Secretary Ruan Shaking his head, he turned to the female barefoot doctor and said, "Such a father is also a father?" But the father said, "I don't count as their father, who counts as their father? Tell me, who counts as their father? Is it you?" "Their father yelled angrily, spraying the minced meat in his mouth onto Secretary Ruan's fat face. Mr. Wang was so frightened that he said incoherently: "Fourth, fourth...what are you crazy about..." Secretary Ruan smiled generously and said, "Hurry up, no one will snatch your son. Big Mao Ermao is your son, no one will snatch it from you, but they are considered unlucky to meet a father like you." "Are you distressed?" Dad smiled furtively. "I feel sorry for the ass!" Secretary Ruan said, "I won't talk to you! You should let them eat meat too!" Their father tore a piece of meat and threw it to the dog lying by the wall. The dog whined excitedly. Ming. Secretary Ruan said, "Fourth, you have to know, it's not for the sake of the two children, you can't get this job! How many bad things did your grandfather do in his life? Your father also did Huang Pizi!" How many poor and farm laborers are drinking northwest wind in the ice and snow!You kid squats here and eats big pieces of meat!Be careful! "Big Mao Ermao, come over and eat meat!" Secretary Ruan shouted. They stood up tremblingly.Like two skeletons.Her feet are worn out with straw sandals, her hips are worn out with torn trousers, her back is bare, her ribs protrude one by one, and her heart is jumping wildly between her ribs. They stood by the basin, their bellies growling in unison. Dad looked at them, and even sighed, and said: "Eat, you bastard..." With Dad's permission, they stretched out their eagle claws, regardless of size, fat or thin, grabbed the intestines, swallowed the intestines, grabbed the hooves and gnawed the hooves.The sound of their panting from intense eating resounded throughout the room. Their stomachs swelled up at the sight, big and round. The female barefoot doctor said: "You can't let them eat anymore, their stomachs will burst." In fact, there were only bones left in the basin.They carried the bone to the stove, smashed it with an axe, and then tilted their heads to suck the bone marrow, making a squeaky sound like playing a flute. Even the bone marrow has been sucked up, so I use an iron spoon to skim the lard in the pan and drink it.Finally, they rubbed the sticky oil on their belly, making it as bright as a purple-skinned watermelon. They curled up contentedly by the stove, squinted their eyes, listened to the sound of their stomachs actively working, and opened their mouths to yawn almost at the same time. The night was getting darker, and the room was getting colder.Everyone's brows and eyes gradually blurred. "These two boys will be promising in the future!" Secretary Ruan said firmly. Mo Luo would say: "These two guys will grow up to be rotten! It's not good!" Seeing that their father was not angry, they even repeated what Mo Luo would say: "It's not good to grow!" "You are not allowed to torture them!" Secretary Ruan said, "Otherwise I will kill you!" They didn't hear what Dad Wulu said, so they cuddled tightly and fell asleep soundly.