Chapter 39 pasture

The summer wind is blowing coolly, the grass ears are undulating on the pasture, and one or two tall clumps of mother-in-law are blooming with purple flowers.A white cow is grazing alone. It avoids the clump of ramie and eats the grass with its wide tongue. The grass with delicate leaves is short. It changes places after a few mouthfuls, as if absent-minded.Suddenly it stopped and stared at the bushes outside the pasture. There seemed to be some sounds. It shook its ears and pointed it in that direction, but the chewing in its mouth did not stop. "Is this it?" "no." "You can go up, can you come up?"

"It seems to be for hunting, and there is grass beside it." "It's all done." She took the dried straw in her hand and broke it off one by one. "Are you coming up?" the man asked from a height. "I saw a deer there this morning." "What deer?" "I don't know, it's so tall. It's not a sika deer." The wind blew the big tree, and the hunting frame shook slightly, making a creaking sound, and one branch shook particularly hard. "It's a tree." "Really." The man looked down, then looked up again.A burst of clouds is flying "Are you still asking me to climb up?"

"There's a white tree over there." "It's hazelnuts." "have you seen?" "Well," she held a few small nuts and fiddled with them in her hands. "Are you afraid?" "What are you afraid of, what are you afraid of?" Her eyebrows frowned slightly.The nut slipped from her hand and fell down the tree through the gap in the wooden frame.Her gaze followed from the shelf under her feet, along the sturdy wooden ladder to the ground. The Bian man did not speak, the light and shade of the leaves flickered on his face, and he concentrated on looking at the stakes and barbed wire beside the pasture.Some of those stakes have been eaten by moths.

There are spots of traces exposed in the sun. The white cow on the pasture moved its body, it was still looking this way, the muscles in its neck trembled, and its tail swung to drive away flies. "Cows are greedy for life and afraid of death." "Well... how do you say it?" "It's all on the water's edge." "Where is the water?" The man turned his head. "The sink." "I thought it was just a white cow." He walked around the tree pole blocking his view and saw a metal pot on the other side of the pasture. "There are a few more."

"Did you call Kessler?" He turned around to look at the light on her eyelashes, but without answering, she asked again: "Surely you think I'm crazy?" Tears trickled down her cheeks. "I'm going crazy, it's over." " He held on to the moss-covered railing of the hunting frame.Stare at her.He turned to look at the pasture again.The cows had finished drinking the water and spread out, grazing and moving this way.None of them noticed the two except the white bull. "The two cows have horns. He said, "That flower cow seems to be missing a piece of scalp. "" One is darker than the other. ’ she said barely aloud.

There was a whirlwind in the pasture, the hay on the wooden frame flew up, and the wooden frame creaked and shook secretly. "At first I wanted to nail our big tree into a tower." "What's the date today?" "August." "I know." "Number eight." "Ten years." "Did you know?" The wind seemed to be blowing each tree separately, and then the whole forest at once.Those distant branches and leaves are entwined and make a sound. "Didn't you agree?" He bent down and kissed her shoulder, almost touching her slightly, and wiped away her tears.She closed her eyes and frowned slightly.

"I've done everything I've done for you." "yes." "I can't take care of the rest." The cows got closer and closer, and the white cow also lowered its head to eat grass. "Don't worry about it." He leaned on the railing again, watching carefully) The throbbing neck of the black cow is always surrounded by flies and flies. When it throbs, the color of its fur all over its body is shiny, and even the back ribs flicker. Compared with the white cow, it is much darker. .He noticed the sagging testicles of Hua Niu, maybe milk.He couldn't tell the difference at all, he just felt it shake.The rear anus of the cow is raised a bit, which is also recognized as a horsefly.

A pair of horns are pointed, a pair of horns are curved, and there is a mess on the forehead of a cow.He immediately frowned, and an imperceptible smile floated on the corner of his mouth.It was a mockery of himself, influenced by the expression of the cow. (I really can't control you anymore." She suddenly cried and choked, "I can't take it, I can't help it. I can't take it, I'm going crazy. I..." He turned around, looked at her twitching shoulders, at the tiny stitches of patterns on her sweater.Suddenly he knelt down and stroked her cool white hand.The hand was still holding the last ladder without knowing it.

"It's okay." He comforted her endlessly, "It's okay." "I'm going crazy." "It will be fine in a while." "You can't do this, I can't help it." "I can't help it." He also burst into tears suddenly, and his tears were blurred, and he could even see the rusted nails on the wood.He repeatedly grabbed her cold hand, "It will be fine in a while, but in fact it will be fine in a while. I don't want to read it. I won't read it, and I won't wake up." The sobbing slowed down bit by bit, and he kissed her forehead.

"Look at me again, will you?" "No." She raised her eyes. "Are you complaining?" He smiled: "My own business?" "Have a day?" "Did you call Kessler?" "Maybe it's still as good as that." He blinked. "There was a sheep walking on its knees." "Where?" "At home, I saw it walking on its knees." "Why didn't I see it? I also watched the sheep this morning. The neighbor's fence is down." "Its eyes are set wide apart." "Probably a broken leg."

"Let's go." She was still sitting and said, "Let's go." He stood up and went down the escalator step by step carefully, stepping on the last step until he stood on the ground covered with hazelnuts. "Come down?" He reached out to help her, and noticed that the pedals were slightly shifted. She seemed to be waiting for something when she stood on the ground, but the man had already let go and walked into the woods. The midday silence was passing, and the daylight was slanting slightly.The grass ears are still undulating, and the pasture looks a little gorgeous.The white cow was eating grass, still turning its ears to the direction of the woods from time to time.It strides forward while stepping its front feet through a woodchuck's burrow.Just then, it heard a dull pop; its ears stopped shaking at once, and it listened intently.Other than the sound of the trees, there was only the sound of mosquitoes and snakes, which moved from far to near, and finally entwined like wasps into small pieces.