Chapter 30 Chapter two

Father's second aunt—what does our second aunt look like?The chaotic family legends are not clearly described to us juniors.No one said that she had ridden a black horse, but she rode a black horse galloping in our minds, and the horse's gleaming shoes flashed in our minds, sometimes like the stars in the sky, sometimes like the water in the river.The hooves of the black horse often wake us up from our sleep.We felt pain in our hearts, and we were moved to tears by something.Thoughts transcend reality, enter the realm of the second aunt, and enter the realm of the dark horse.My father said that he often smelled the horse, heard its neighing, and saw its appearance: its whole body was black, smooth as satin, its ears were like sharpened bamboo, and its tail hung straight.Oddly, I don't know the sex of the horse, maybe because male or female doesn't matter to horses.No one ever told us that my second aunt wore a gorilla cape, but her cape was always like a raging fire burning in our souls, in our bones.That fire is blue.No one said that the second aunt wields two guns, but we always see her with two guns in her waist or in her hand - of course, the original German mirror gun - and suddenly dismounts and mounts, which is enough Chic, hard to describe in words.Everyone in the family said that the second aunt was thin, with an oval face, big eyes, and dark complexion; but we always saw that her face was like a silver basin or a dough ball, and her arms were white and tender, surpassing the fat lotus root that had been rinsed twelve times.She is two slender red phoenix eyes.She is a young woman who is plump and almost fat.We constantly revised the image of the legendary second aunt and gradually established my own image of the second aunt.I feel a kind of creator's happiness when revising the legend.

My father told us that his second aunt had a layer of transparent pink webs on her hands, which is a unique atavistic phenomenon belonging to our family.She is more like our ancestors - not just an image, but a spiritual approach - so her birth brings a complex emotion of terror mixed with awe to the whole family.According to my father—my father and my second aunt were siblings—my grandfather was third in line—as soon as my second aunt was born, she waved her hands in a pool of blood and cried.The midwife saw blue iridescence in the baby's eyes as she tied the umbilical cord.Although she was crying, not a single tear flowed from her eyes.She was actually screaming with her eyes open, the terror brought by the blue rays hadn't disappeared, and the midwife immediately saw the webbed membranes on her hands.

The scissors and cloth strips fell to the ground, and the midwife lay limp on the ground, as if a big bird had been shot in the vitals by a bullet.The delivery room was in chaos, and the grandma just glanced at the baby girl's raised hands in the pool of blood, then passed out and never woke up again. News of Grandma's webbed baby spread quickly through the family.Grandpa almost stumbled into grandpa's house.Brother, sister-in-law, grandpa said, something is wrong, and the webbed one was born again! It could be that each birth of a webbed baby marks the beginning of a tragic era in the family history, otherwise why would Grandpa be so terrified?His complexion was pale, and the scorched yellow beard on his chin curled and trembled like thatch roots in the flames, trembling and curly, his tall body swayed, as if it would collapse at any moment and split into a pile of garbage.

Brother, sister-in-law, think of a way!Grandpa pitifully asked for help from the highest authority in the family, that is, the highest wisdom.Grandpa's complexion was serious, his eyes were slightly squinted, apparently in deep thought.The blood and fire that were directly or indirectly related to the webbing in the family history were dripping and burning in front of him, otherwise why did he tremble subconsciously?Brother, sister-in-law, quickly think of a way!Grandpa slumped limply on a chair.The eldest grandma looked at him with pity, and said, "Third son, don't worry, eat some grass first to calm the shock." She handed grandpa a bunch of burnt thatch, and also passed a bunch to grandpa by the way.The two brothers chewed the thatch, and their expressions gradually settled down.The grandpa coughed and asked: How is her mother?Grandpa said: It's dead.Grandma said: It really is a debt collector.Grandpa pondered: After all, times have changed, and the torture of the past can no longer be used.Forget it, it's life anyway, I think, find a quilt, wrap it in twenty yuan, throw it in front of the wormwood temple on the edge of the red swamp, maybe you won't mind picking her up.Whether she is dead or alive depends on her own destiny.Grandpa looked at grandma as if asking for help, and grandma said, "Third son, just do what your brother said. After much deliberation, this is the best way."

Grandpa carried the second aunt in his arms, crossed the fence, and entered the vast and boundless field in the south of the village. He looked up and saw the half-person-high yellow grass rolling into the distance, and sometimes foxes and wild dogs flashed among the grass. figure.The sound of autumn geese and the rustling golden wind are in season in the middle of the eighth month of the lunar calendar. A gray and white road leads near the red swamp.Grandpa walked along the road, and soon saw the blue tile roof of the Chongba wax temple protruding sharply and solemnly from the yellow grass.He stood in front of the temple and looked at the dilapidated temple. The resplendent statue of the grasshopper had long since disappeared. On the ground paved with square bricks, weeds squeezed out from the cracks between the bricks, and the weeds were covered with bird feces.The second aunt slept peacefully in the swaddling baby.Grandpa put her on the withered grass at the entrance of the temple, and she was still sleeping soundly.Grandpa looked at this little red thing and felt very uncomfortable.Foxes howled in the swamp, dogs barked in the grass.Grandpa suddenly realizes that the life liberation plan set by grandpa has no chance of survival.Grandpa thought: As soon as I leave here, wild dogs and foxes will immediately surround me and eat up this webbed baby girl, leaving no bones left.He hesitated, but in the end he overcame his emotions with reason, left the baby girl, and left alone.He felt the cool, moldy air blowing from the swamp on his back, and he felt uneasy.After walking a few dozen steps, he seemed to hear the swaying of the grass near the Wax Temple, as well as the panting of wild beasts.

He turned his head and saw that the tops of the grass fluctuated like water, the silence in front of the temple was as before, and the breath of the swamp rushed towards his face. He saw a tall and white crane standing on the wet ground with one leg, and the baby girl's swaddle was lying bright red on the yellow grass. No sound came out. Three days have passed since grandpa returned home and finished handling grandma's funeral.Holding a steel gun and twenty bullets in his pocket, he climbed over the wall and walked towards the Chongbawa Temple.He believed that the scene in front of him should be: the temple wall was splattered with blood, red cloth swaddling clothes torn apart by sharp teeth were hung on the grass, a dozen foxes, and a dozen wild dogs, divided into two camps , like two clusters of clouds, revolves around the Oyster Wax Temple.A group of red clouds and a group of black clouds are chasing and revolving around the Oyster Wax Temple in search of food.Live newborn babies are a delicious meal for the beasts.They have only eaten dead babies, dead people, sour, rancid, and the fresh smell of babies makes the beasts salivate.Grandpa thought they must all be howling with blood-red eyes and baring their blue-white teeth.Grandpa imagined knocking them to the ground with a steel gun, and felt the relief after avenging his daughter.

To avenge a girl by sending her child to foxes and dogs to eat her, and then to shoot them, is the practice of the wisest statesmen.Half a mile away from the Chongba wax temple, Grandpa took out the bullets and wiped them carefully. He wiped off the grease on the buttocks of the bullets, and rubbed the bullet head of each bullet on his scalp.It is said that the bullets rubbed against the scalp will become bombs, and when they touch the meat, they will explode, greatly increasing their power.His steel gun was made by the Belgian National Gun Company, and the magazine can hold seven bullets.The Chinese call this gun "Qilianzhu".

This is a very good quality gun. In Grandpa's time, a "Seven Pearls" was worth a hundred oceans.Grandpa pressed the bullet, pulled the bolt, pushed the bullet into the chamber, put the "Qi Lianzhu" in a state of being on the verge of firing, and then walked forward bravely.A round of morning sun rose from the swamp, shining so that the face of this big man was flushed.As he approached the Chongba wax temple, he held the gun in his arms, and changed his majestic walking posture into a cautious walking posture.In front of the Chongba wax temple, there is no sound, no wild dogs, no foxes.The red quilt that had wrapped Second Aunt was hanging on the temple gate like a bright banner.

The red quilt was intact, with some black meconium stained on it, and there were no signs of teeth or claws being bitten.Where did the baby go?Grandpa stood in front of the Wax Temple and looked around blankly. He saw red swamps, blue villages, and yellow weeds. A lonely crane stretched its neck and tried to fly towards the sun. Grandpa fired at it boredly. hit.Another shot was fired, still missing.Fired again, still missed.This is one of the great disgraces in the history of grandpa shooting.He stopped shooting, and stared at the crane turning into a needle-sized light spot in the sunlight, then retracted his gaze, blinked his numb eyes, put his gun on his back, and walked back to the village dejectedly.

Grandpa walked into grandpa's house and reported the situation in front of the wax temple to grandpa and grandma.The grandpa said: "Okay, okay, this girl has a lot of life, she must have been taken away by someone."The grandpa said yes, but his face was very gloomy. Grandpa knew that he would rather hear the news that the baby girl was eaten up by wild dogs and foxes than the news that the baby girl with webbed hands and feet escaped with her life. The eldest grandma offered grass again, and grandpa threw a bunch into his mouth, chewing dullly.At this time, the dogs in the yard barked wildly, and the copper ring on the gate rattled.Grandma gave Grandpa a wary look, as if suspecting that Grandpa had attracted tigers and wolves.She moved her little feet, walked into the yard, touched the fuse behind the earth cannon behind the screen wall, and asked loudly, "Who knocked on the door knocker?" The people outside the door did not answer, but kept knocking on the door knocker.The rhythmic sound of the door knocker proves that the knocker is calm, calm, and never gives up until he reaches his goal.Both grandpa and grandpa came to the yard and motioned for grandma to open the door.

The visitor had a wrinkled face and a white beard on his chin. He was a strange old man.Although he was dressed in rags, his bones were clear and strange, and he was quite awe-inspiring.More importantly, in his arms was the webbed baby girl who was discarded by his grandfather in front of the Chongba wax temple. Grandpa, Grandma, and Grandpa, the three of them were dumbfounded.The white-bearded old man walked into the gate, put the baby in his arms on the cold wet ground, sneered, turned and left. The grandpa stopped the old man's way, and asked pretendingly, "What do you mean? What do you mean by throwing this baby here?" The old man said, "Except for your herbivorous family, who can give birth to such a baby?" The grandma said: "You are so unreasonable, what are you doing throwing this wild child here?" The old man took out the bag of foreign money from his pocket, slapped it, and threw it at the grandfather's feet. With a sneer, he parried the grandfather who was in the way, and walked away in a cool and unrestrained manner. Grandpa timidly looked at his naked daughter, the little round red face and the thick black hair on the round head, and he couldn't help feeling affectionate in his heart. She was a rather strong, pretty, resilient girl, whose only defect was the pink web between her fingers and toes.These webs are tucked between her fingers and only show when she opens her hand.He bent down, stretched out a hand, and touched the skin of the baby girl's arm, the cold feeling immediately numb half of his arm.The baby girl opened her eyes, and two faint blue lights shot out from her fish-eye-like dull eyes, stabbing Grandpa's heart, as if he had been punched in the chest.The baby girl closed her eyes and cried loudly.The cry is loud, mellow, and short in syllables, resembling the unique cry of the horseshoe toad in the depths of the red swamp in the rainy climate. .Grandpa is most afraid of this kind of horseshoe toad. He has suffered from this kind of toad.One year when he went into the swamp to hunt red foxes, he accidentally got toad venom on his hands. At the time, it was extremely itchy, and then the yellow water festered. If he hadn't met that master doctor who walked the rivers and lakes, his hands would have rotted .The painful process of being injured by a horseshoe toad quickly revolved in Grandpa's mind. He subconsciously retracted his hands in horror, straightened his waist, and panted heavily.The baby girl's cries grew louder, and blue tears pooled in the corners of her eyes, ran down her cheeks, and flowed into her ears. Grandpa was in a state of bewilderment, looking at his brother and sister-in-law for help.The grandpa sighed, and said, "Third son, it's a blessing or a curse, but you can't get rid of it. After all, she is your daughter, so you can take her back and raise her!" Grandpa had no choice but to bend down again, as if hugging her. Like a gigantic horseshoe toad, he picked up the baby girl.He felt the muscles all over his body tighten, and a large amount of sour body fluid was secreted from his mouth.Holding such a baby is unbearable torture.The baby girl waved her hand, and the webbed membranes of her fingers opened transparently, like the pink fleshy wings of a bat.Of course bat wings are not wings, and bat membranes are not pink membranes.Her icy little hands touched Grandpa's chest gently and coolly, and also touched Grandpa's soul.He croaked—it was similar to the call of a horseshoe toad—and threw the baby girl on the ground.The baby girl fell to the ground with a chirping sound, so fleshy, so wet, so sticky. The "croak" cry stopped.She twitched on the ground.Her limbs were sprawled and straightened, her fingers and toes popped open, all her pink webs stretched out.The scene was cold and terrifying, and Grandpa vomited. Grandpa spat out some green bile, squeezed his neck, turned his face blue, and said to the grandma: "Sister-in-law, give me a knife." The grandma asked in surprise: "Sir, are you going to be cruel? Now it's the Republic of China As she said, she walked into the room and handed a gleaming sharp knife with the blade between two fingers to Grandpa.Her eyes were full of waves of laughter, as if she was a kind mother encouraging children to bravely do a big event.Grandpa grabbed the handle of the knife, brushed it, pulled it out, and shouted arrogantly: "I'm going to pick off her damn web! You toad, frog spirit, you monster that crawled up from the swamp!" , then leaned over, pinched the baby girl's small wrist with his left hand, and the knife fell down quickly.But at this time, the baby girl's fingers were closed and tightly clenched into small fists, and her crying was also closed. Her blue eyes shone brighter than two pieces of moist jade, under her grandpa's face.Grandpa's knife can't fall no matter what.He raised his face and looked at Grandma begging for help.The eldest grandma sneered, and said: "As expected, it's 'a tiger's poison does not eat your own children'! Third child, get the hell out of here." She snatched back the knife, went straight back to the courtyard, and kicked the door loudly. The second aunt's childhood chronicle should have been swaying and colorful, but people in the family avoided it, evasively, and no one wanted to say more.The materials we have are very limited, and we can only grasp a few words, imagine, fabricate, and reason logically.It is impossible to know how far the things we write are from the truth of the facts.What does it matter if the writing doesn't conform to the facts? What's the use of writing in line with the facts?What does it mean to a generation of men who are hopeless, to a generation full of great horror at what lies ahead, to a generation of men who are constantly haunted by deep worries that will never be resolved?what's the matter? My father said, in 1947, I was full of life and full of viciousness; I was like a half-sized horseshoe toad in a red swamp that had just shriveled its tail, with pink venom flowing all over my body. Now, I am old, hiding in the damp soil of the sword leaf lotus, drowsy all day long. My father said, my second aunt has been biting since she was a child, her teeth are sharp, like a little wolf in the weeds.My father—your grandfather's left index finger is bent and hard to straighten, like a tree root with a scar.My father said: This is what she bit me... She bit something easily and refused to let go, like a yellow-covered turtle in a swamp, beating hard on her gums, cocking her ears, and her eyes were green. The light, that look is really scary, and anyone who sees it will be afraid of it.His father said that he howled like a pig, the pain went deep into the bone marrow, and he swung his arm, driving the little goblin to roll around like a ball, but he couldn't get rid of her after all.My father said that your grandfather heard the sound and shouted my father's name: Wu'er, Wu'er, don't pull hard, don't pull hard, be careful not to break your fingers.I have a way of dealing with her.Father said that our grandpa broke a straw stick and lightly poked her nostrils, and finally poked a big ah chirp. Taking advantage of this opportunity, our grandpa's bloody fingers were released from her mouth .She was only a little over three years old that year, and she was so powerful, no one in the family was afraid of her!Your grandpa said: Avoid her, she is a soft-shelled turtle, she bites things and doesn't let go.Who was your grandfather who was afraid of the character who raised his gun and fell like a wild goose for half his life?If you want to worry about Sanfa, the Jade Emperor will open a pawn shop!Even he is afraid of your second aunt.She is not afraid of death, and seems never to die.She gave birth, your grandma died; no one fed her, and it happened that the old bitch gave birth to four puppies, so your grandpa threw her into the kennel covered with hay under the eaves, and fought with the puppies. tits.The old bitch understands human nature, so the master's daughter naturally didn't dare to neglect, and gave her the best tits.She is a child who grew up on dog milk, and often utters a long-drawn howl in the middle of the night, which is called the so-called dog cry, the Lord is in trouble, the whole family, people on the street, They were all terrified by her—the old bitch and the puppies also joined in the crying in the middle of the night—and shivered amidst the rushing crickets and the squawking of geckos, and couldn't sleep all night.My father said that in the middle of the night, his father watched a blood-red dot flickering in our grandfather's cigarette pot. When the light was bright, he could clearly see a thin face surrounded by a thick beard.Heavy breathing, long sighs, and the sound of gnashing teeth alternately appeared.Your old grandpa was very preoccupied in those days.My father said that once when his father had the courage to go out to urinate, the howling of the dogs and our second aunt was slow and desolate.He felt a bone-chilling chill running through his spinal cord, and the hair on the top of his head snapped and stood on end. Our grandpa saw dozens of huge, angular stars dotted on the purple sky. The light of the stars is so dazzling, so weird.They seemed to be trembling with howls, as if they were about to fall down at any moment.Father said that your second aunt knelt on her knees, put her arms on the ground, raised her face, and raised her chin, exactly the same squatting posture as the old bitch and her four puppies.The green light in her eyes was stronger than the green light in a dog's eyes.My father said that my grandpa was terrified to see our second aunt straightened her neck, her skin tightened, her mouth formed into a cylinder, like blowing fire, and she let out a terrifying howl at the stars in the sky.The dogs howled after her.In her (their) howls, the stars are like red lanterns blown by a strong wind. My father said that the second aunt's howls are higher, sharper and longer than the dogs' howls, like a show in a corn grove. A sorghum came out.She is their singing teacher.Father said that grandpa couldn't urinate that night, so he ran back to the house distended.He saw that the sky and earth outside were yellow and endless, which made people feel that a catastrophe of landslides and ground cracks was imminent.My father said that he also had a strange dream that night. In the dream, he said that Grandpa went to the sky and saw the stars hanging on ropes made of twisted grass, and some gray rabbits were biting and slowing down. Nibbling on the rope, the second aunt's howls soared into the sky, and every long cry of hers was like a whip, whipping the rabbits' backs, prompting them to chew the grass rope at a faster speed. People in the family protested to the grandpa and grandma one after another.Grandpa sent Seventh Grandpa to call Grandpa away.My father said that my grandfather came back with a livid face, and pulled out a waist knife with a missing point from under the kang mat.Father said that this waist knife was untied from a Nianzi who was tall and burly, and looked like he had experienced many battles.This waist knife, my father said, must have been covered with the blood of the bannermen.Our grandfather sharpened his knife on a whetstone. The red rust of many years mixed with clear water flowed on the ground beside the whetstone like dirty blood.Father said that grandpa smelled a strong smell of iron, which he said was very similar to the smell of blood. Amidst the sound of the grandfather sharpening the knife, the father said that the old bitch and the four puppies were huddled in the kennel, whimpering and barking, as if they had a premonition that disaster was coming.The second aunt walked around the old man who was sharpening the knife, making a sound of "huohuo" in imitation of sharpening the knife.Under the influence of dogs, she crawled on all fours faster than walking upright.My father said that she really didn't look like a person at that time: her long hair was loose, her back was bent, her whole body was blue and purple, her nails were hard and sharp, and only the webs between her fingers revealed an eternal pink.Your old grandfather wiped the waist knife clean with a handful of grass, lifted it up, squinted one eye, tilted his mouth, and looked at the edge of the waist knife.Father said the waist knife was shining like a silver snake.The massacre began immediately. My grandfather, wearing a falconry leather sheath on his left hand, bent over and pulled a pup out of the kennel.He pinched the dog's neck, and the puppy stretched its four legs comically, and the hairless pink belly looked tender and oily.This is a little male dog, and the little thing that looks like a candied haws is urinating.My grandfather tossed the puppy high, then mechanically and stiffly swung his right arm like lightning, and chopped off the puppy in mid-air.The two halves of the puppy landed on the ground, the first half barked "Wanger Wanger", and the second half rattled its tail.My father said, my grandfather's knife is so fast that it can't be faster, and it won't hurt if you cut your head with such a knife.My father said that my grandfather beheaded four puppies in a row like this, and then he pulled himself together and turned to the old dog.The father said that since the massacre began, the old dog had been lying in the kennel without saying a word, and even though grandpa stretched out his hand to pull the pup out of the kennel one, two, three, or four times, it didn't even have the slightest resistance.Your grandfather poked it with a knife first, trying to wait until it fled out of the nest before hitting hard, but it still didn't move.So I stretched out my hand and dragged it out. Its four legs were limp, like a dead dog.Your grandfather gave a strange "Huh" and said, "Dead?"Immediately after kicking it, it turned over one by one, with its tail bent under its belly, and it was indeed dead.Father said that your grandfather closed his eyes, leaned on a knife, and was silent enough to smoke a pipe. Then he threw away the knife and went into the house dejectedly. The four puppies were divided into eight halves, and they were scattered on the ground. The hot fishy smell made people want to vomit. The father said that his second aunt tried to put the puppy's dead body together, but she couldn't distinguish the color and tried her best, so the little flower dog's buttocks were on the little black dog's head, and the little black dog's front half was in line with the little white dog's. The rear half of the dog is connected together, thus producing absurdity and humor.The second aunt got blood on her hands and her face was covered with patches of red, she looked hideous and terrifying.My father said that our grandpa hid far away in the corner and didn't dare to come forward at all.My father didn't say how those dog corpses were disposed of in the end, nor did he say who kept the broken waist knife, and who helped the second aunt wash the dog blood off her body.Father said that the old bitch died strangely and unusually.Father said that your grandpa's first inference is: the old bitch saw the child being killed, and she was very sad, and her intestines must have been broken; It must be broken!The third inference is: the old bitch saw that he was doomed, and had already passed into Nirvana like an old monk before the massacre began.Among the three inferences made by our grandfather, the third one is the most beautiful. It contains a number of great spiritual thoughts that transcend life and death. It is considered a high state for a person to reach Nirvana, let alone an old bitch. Father said that your old grandfather was determined to kill your second aunt like a dog, but the old bitch's self-importance hit his vitals from nowhere.From then on, he is undoubtedly a walking dead, as if the purpose of his life is to wait for your second aunt's shot. Father said that it was an extremely hot noon, and your grandfather was eating watermelon in the shade of the elm tree in the yard with his belly bare, and swarms of red-headed flies were flying around him, unable to be driven away or scattered, as if he was A rotting corpse.At this time, your second aunt came running from outside. She was ten years old then, and out of the dog world she had grown into a rather beautiful little girl, normal except for the unpleasant webbing between her fingers.She was wearing a red silk dress that day, and she had a big red velvet flower in her hair, which was like a fire.In her hand was a seven-star revolver with a silver handle.The bauble gleamed and was as delicate as a fake.As soon as she entered the gate, she shouted: Dad, I will shoot you! Father said that the old man spit out the black watermelon seeds in his mouth, patted his bulging belly, and said calmly: This thing can also kill people?If the bullet hits my nostril, I can blow it out for you, and if it hits my belly button, I can push it out for you.Your second aunt said: Dad, are you bragging?The old man said: "It's not bragging, you might as well try it."Your second aunt said: OK, let me try.She said, clumsily turning the wheel of the gun.Then, aim at your grandpa's belly button, bang, that's a shot.Your grandfather laughed loudly, patted his belly and said: How are you?Girl, your father didn't brag, did he?Your second aunt looked suspiciously at the wisps of smoke coming out of the gun, muttered something in her mouth, and then pointed the gun at her father again, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Ba, three shots with a small interval, six shots in a row, all greeted to your grandfather.Your old grandpa laughed loudly, but immediately a stream of blood came out of his mouth.He stood up staggeringly, shouted: "Okay" and then fell forward to the ground. The flies covered his body within a second like a piece of green shroud. My father said, your second aunt has disappeared since then. The family has sent more than a dozen people to investigate and secretly visit, trying to catch her and burn her alive with the most severe torture, but they all returned empty-handed.Of course, it cannot be said that nothing was found. Everyone who sent out brought back a lot of news. Some said that she was led away by an old man with a white beard, and some said that she followed an old fox into the red swamp. She followed a juggling troupe into the rivers and lakes, and so on.The women in the family simply said that she was not a human being, she was reincarnated as a debt collector, a toad spirit, or a vixen spirit.As time goes by, we gradually forget her, and it is impossible to forget her completely. She is like a disease, lurking in our hearts; she is a tangled scar that grows on us. The weather makes us uncomfortable.In fact, everyone in the family knows that this little elf with webbed membranes between her toes is definitely not dead, she cannot die, she is cultivating in a mysterious place, once she grows plump feathers, she will fly back .She seems to have been born to fight against this herbivorous family that has multiplied around the red swamp for hundreds of years. Sure enough, my father said, the day had finally come.It was a grassy and fat late autumn night, the alchemy fox made the red swamp brilliant, the swan geese flying at night were howling high in the sky, the river was flowing loudly, and the dogs were whimpering.At this time, several big fires ignited outside the village, and the tall grain and hay piles were set ablaze.The flames illuminated the courtyards of every household, and the window paper was all red.The neighing of horses "咴咴" sounded on the street, and the crisp sound of horseshoes hitting the bluestone road.My father said that at that time, his father was staying at the house of the grandpa in Qiaotou, and he saw the grandpa and grandma jumping up from the shadows and loading gunpowder into the earthen cannons and guns. His father huddled in the corner of the kang and did not dare to move, only to hear the seven dogs raised by the old grandmother bite into one piece, and the loud sound of horseshoes rang from the north end of the street to the south end of the street, and from the south end of the street to the street. north head.Hearing the movement, there are more than a dozen horses, which are not small thieves.Father said that after the horse team ran a few rounds, a shrill female voice rang out in the street: "Listen—my aunt is here tonight—for Boss Guan and his wife—those who are afraid of death are sleeping at home." , Just come out if you are not afraid of death-then a dozen shots were fired.My father said that our grandpa saw the great grandpa and grandma froze in the yard.My father said that your grandpa knew it was your second aunt who came back as soon as he heard the sound.Immediately afterwards, the bullets slapped against the door panel.My father said that the gate of the grandpa's house was made of three-inch-thick old catalpa wood, covered with iron sheets inside and out, and densely packed with mushroom nails. This kind of door is so hard that bullets can't penetrate it at all. The father said that the old man and the old man had woken up, so he began to resist tenaciously.They first ignited the earth cannons on both sides of the gate, and there were two loud bangs.The window paper whistled like a flute.The father said that there was the sound of horses screaming outside the door, and the sound of a meat barrier falling to the ground.A male robber shouted outside: My horse! This shows that there was no empty shot. The great grandfather and grandma, like two ferocious old leopards, ran from one hole to the other and fired five shotguns.Then, the elder grandpa tried to load gunpowder into the gun barrel, and the elder grandma untied a bamboo basket from the beam head, and the bamboo basket contained dozens of small melon-shaped bombs.From the staggering gait of the eldest grandma, my father said that his father saw the weight of the basket of bombs.My father said that the sound of gunfire and cursing outside was like the water in a river, wave after wave, and the gate was hit by heavy objects, making a loud sound of "empty boom, empty boom". He took out a bomb, knocked it on the cornerstone of the shadow wall, and raised his arms to the outside of the wall. There was a loud noise, a burst of fire and thick smoke outside the wall, and the robbers outside the wall screamed and ran away. The grandma threw out another bomb. After the explosion, there was no sound outside the wall. The grandma said to the grandpa: "This little bastard, huh, this little goblin! In the firelight, my father said that our grandpa saw the grandpa With the excited expression on the face of the old grandma, the grandpa wanted to open the door, but was rejected by the grandma. Later, according to others, your second aunt was lurking not far from the gate. As long as the grandpa opened the door, there would be no way out. Their first retreat was a trick. My father said that the grandma threw more than a dozen bombs outside the wall aimlessly, and the sky gradually lit up. It was not until the middle of the morning that the grandma allowed the grandpa to Open the door. At the door lies a dead horse with its intestines dripping out, and a large stone bar for knocking on the door, and some brass magazine casings, shining golden in the sun. Father said that the old man’s On the wall of the courtyard, a rag was dipped in horse blood and smeared with a line of filthy characters: Boss Guan, one day you will have to cut off your bird! There is also a bird painted next to it. The head of the bird is extremely exaggerated, like a baby with a big head The flies are densely lying on the words and paintings to absorb dirt, so the words and the bird are very three-dimensional and ready to move. After the defense battle was over, the grandpa and grandma actively prepared for the battle, spent money on bombs and gunpowder, and sent the men in the family home, raised the courtyard wall, reinforced the gate, and dug more than a dozen holes around the courtyard wall A trap full of sharp stakes. Everyone is waiting for the second aunt to make a comeback.Waiting for the past day by day, waiting for the past year after year, waiting for twenty years.The second aunt did not arrive, but her two sons, like two gods, accompanied Beihong to arrive, and that night, they gave us a big blow.