Chapter 21 dragon

"Dragon" is a rough word, referring to a man's penis.In Maqiao, one can often hear such curses: You dead dragon!Look at his Jian Yan (dull) dragon!Long hey, don't you know that you stepped on my foot? ...Wan Yu's mouth is not clean, but he can't allow others to call him a dragon.Once he was insulted like this, his face would turn red, a stone would be a stone if he touched it, a hoe would be a hoe if he touched it, and he wanted to fight the other party desperately, for some reason.The last time I saw Wanyu was on my way back to Maqiao from the county town, and brought the soap and women's socks he entrusted me to buy.I saw his son in front of his hut, and he blocked the door vigilantly, spitting at me.I said I came to see his father.My words must have been heard by Wan Yu on the bed.He waited for me to walk to the bed, and suddenly raised the black torn mosquito net, and rushed up with a face. "See what you see, that's it!" It's not funny at all.His face was sallow and thin, which surprised me secretly. "I miss you so much, I'm going to be lovesick." This is also not funny.I asked him about his condition, but I regret that he didn't go to the city to sing. He waved his hands again and again, "Do good deeds, you do good deeds. A song about agriculture? Is the thing that pokes air in a hoe and urine bucket called a song?" He sighed. , the most interesting thing is that in the past, from the first month to March 8th, I didn't do anything, I just played and sang songs every day.From this village to that village, from this mountain to that mountain, it's very fun.He said that the boy and the girl were singing in the hall, and they were sitting opposite each other, and they expressed their intentions. After sending out a song, they moved the stool forward an inch, and moved it to the end. The two stools formed a row, and the two cuddled each other. Simo, you whisper in my ear, I whisper in your ear, the voice is as small as a mosquito, only the other party can hear clearly.This is called "singing in the ear".His eyebrows were beaming and his eyes sparkled, "Tsk tsk tsk, those little girls are made of tofu meat, you can get water when you pinch them!" I was also bored this day, and I was a little curious about dirty songs, so I begged him to sing a little for me.He twitched for a while, and half pushed and agreed on the spot, "Is this what you want me to make a mistake?" "Won't you thank me for buying you soap and socks?" He jumped out of bed with great energy, and walked around the room for a while. Circle after circle, it can be regarded as moistening the throat and luck.I suddenly found that he was so vigorous and mighty, his sickness disappeared, and two beams of lightning flashed out of his eyes.He sang a few lines, but before I could understand him, he shook his hands again and again, coughed violently, couldn't speak, and slowly stretched his hands to the edge of the bed. "I'm afraid I won't be able to sing." He held my hand tightly, and it was cold. "No, you sing pretty well." "Really nice?" "Of course, of course." "Don't fool me." "No." "You think I can sing in the future?" "Of course. Of course." " "How do you know I can still sing?" I drank water.His eyes darkened, he let out a long sigh, and turned his head to the inside of the bed, "I can't sing, I can't sing, it's only because Minister He is too vicious." He started to have an inexplicable hatred for Minister He again.I don't know what to say, I can only drink a bowl of cold water long enough.One day a few months later, someone from afar unkindly exploded firecrackers.When I went out to inquire, it was Wan Yu who had dissipated, that is, died (see the entry "dissipated").It is said that when he died, there was no one beside his bed, and it took more than a day for him to be discovered by Zhaoqing next door.It is said that when he was depressed, there were only three broad beans left in his pocket, and there was no overnight food at home.He left behind a ten-year-old cub, who was taken away by his distant uncle long ago.I have seen the four walls of his house, there are cobwebs and duck droppings everywhere, there is not even a cabinet in the empty house, the clothes are always piled up in a broken cradle, and the neighbor's chickens are jumping around on it.People said that he had suffered from women all his life, if not, his wife probably wouldn't have divorced him, so she would have given him a hot meal.He didn't even have a coffin to bury him in. In the end, Benyi gave away a basket of grain, and the team subsidized another basket of grain. In exchange for two fir trees, he built a private house.According to local customs, people put a small bag of rice in his coffin and stuffed a copper coin in his mouth.When changing his clothes, Zhaoqing suddenly realized: "He doesn't have a dragon!" Everyone was stunned. "Really!" "Really, there is no dragon!" One after another went to the corpse to take a look, and found that this man really had no dragon, that is, no man's penis, and they were all very surprised.In the evening, the news spread throughout the village, and the women whispered to each other in surprise and suspicion.Only Rob was a little disapproving, and said confidently, he should be able to tell without guessing, if Wan Yu was not a eunuch, why didn't he even have a beard and eyebrows?He also said that he had heard people say that Wan Yu was arrested on the spot for flirting with the wife of a wealthy family in Changle Street more than ten years ago.The boss was a tyrant on Changle Street and the leader of the regiment defense of the puppet government. No matter how much Wan Yu begged for mercy, he cut off his dragon root with one knife.After hearing these words, people sighed.Reminiscing that Wan Yu has been faithfully courting women, working for them, and being beaten for them, why bother?After decades of thunderstorms, there hasn’t been a drop of rain; after decades of feeding pigs, you haven’t eaten a piece of meat. Are you crazy?In the end, the only cub was not his own flesh and blood - people remembered that the cub really didn't look like Wanyu at all.Without Wanyu, the village became much quieter, with much less singing.Sometimes it seems to hear a faint scream, but if you listen carefully, it's not Wanyu, it's the wind.Wanyu was buried under Tianziling.I later went up the mountain to cut firewood and walked past him several times.During the Ching Ming Festival, I saw his grave was the most lively in that cemetery. The weeds on the grave had all been pulled out, there was a lot of paper ashes, candles and incense, and bowls of rice as sacrifices.I also saw some familiar and unfamiliar women, from the village and from afar, go there and weep, and some of them even had red eyes.They cried without dodging or twisting at all. A fat woman in Zhangjiafang even sat down on the ground and patted her thighs, trampling Wan Yuhao into her liver and lungs, and regretted that her liver and lungs were poor. I lived my whole life, and when I died, I only had three broad beans.It was almost a spontaneous gathering of the women's world.I wonder if their husbands don't interfere with these tears.Fucha said that they all owed Carpenter Wan Tui their wages and would not say anything.I think there may be another reason. They feel that Wanyu is not a real man, and he will not have any suspicious relationship with their own women.