Chapter 111 Pot Brothers

"A rare guest is here. Sit in the cave?" Looks familiar, but I don't remember who he is. "Comrade Han, how are you?" "it is good." "Is it working well?" "it is good." "Are you studying well?" "Okay, okay" "Is Your Majesty in good health?" "still alright." "Is your son and your love good-looking?" "I only have one daughter, thank you for your concern." "Oh," he nodded, "how is the industrial production in the city?" "certainly……"

"Commercial circulation in the city is still... I am worried that the other party will ask all walks of life in the city.Hastily interrupted the parallel sentence, "I'm sorry, you are..." "It hasn't been long since we broke up, so we don't know each other!" He smiled at me.This is a middle-aged man who appeared beside me when I was watching the air-raid shelter. "It's a little strange." "My lord is forgetful" "It's not surprising, I've been away from here for almost twenty years." "Really? Twenty years? That's weird! It's really a day in the cave, a thousand years in the world? Tsk tsk." He shook his head in bewilderment.

A person in the distance shouted with a smile: "He is Ma Mingle—" "Yes, the cheap surname is Ma, and the small character is Ming." "You are Ma Ming? You are from the Immortal Mansion..." "Ashamed ashamed." It was only then that I remembered him, and I remembered that when I went to him to brush up Chairman Mao's quotations, and noticed that although there was a snot hanging from the tip of his nose, it would not fall off.There was fertile mud in every wrinkle of his face, but he didn't look old at all, his face was rosy, his voice was tough, and he was still the same as before, wearing an oily padded jacket with his hands stuffed into his sleeves.The only change seems to be that there is a school badge of some county teachers' training school on his chest, and he doesn't know where he picked it up.

"You still live in... Immortal Mansion?" "Happy to move to a new house, happy to move to a new house." He smiled, holding a muddy lotus root in one hand, and pointed to the air-raid shelter. "Can people live in such humidity?" I was taken aback. "I don't understand. People are transformed from monkeys, and monkeys are transformed from fish. Fish swim in the sea all year round and are not afraid of anything. How come they are afraid of moisture once they become humans?" "Aren't you sick?" "Ashamed, I have eaten all kinds of good things in my life, but I don't know what medicine tastes like." Just as I was talking, a woman came in a hurry and said that she hadn't seen a big pumpkin in her home, and asked if it was It's not Ma Ming who picks it up.Ma Ming immediately glared, "Why don't you ask me if I killed someone?" Seeing the woman in a daze, she forced her to step forward, gritted her teeth and said, "Why don't you ask me if I killed Chairman Mao?" Then he went down to the ground After taking a bite, I forgot about me as a guest and walked away.

There are a few babies giggling in the distance.He glanced out of the corner of his eye, and ran away in fright again. He just walked away angrily.The last time I saw him was when I was leaving Maqiao.I saw him routinely standing on the mountain again, holding a crutch, alone on the back slope of the mountain, overlooking the confused fields in front of him, and the pink morning light floating in the mountain rush.It seems to look very human.I also heard him hum a strange tune that seemed to be a moan squeezed out of his intestines, but it turned out to be a melody very familiar to TV viewers.

Where are you frommy friend, It was as if a butterfly flew to my window. I don't know how many days I can stay, We've been apart for too long... I didn't dare to greet him, so as not to disturb his butterfly-like elegance. I found out later that Ma Ming said a few words to me, which was regarded as the greatest courtesy to me.For several years, he had completely broken off relations with the people in the village, and he didn't have a good face to anyone; he was even less willing to talk.He travels around the mountains and rivers every day, unconstrained, and enters the world with a cold eye. Once a child was in the pond, and no other adults in the village saw it. Only he saw it on the slope.He rescued the baby, but he dismissed the gratitude of the baby's parents afterwards, and threw all the bacon sent to the door into the cesspit, saying that he would not pollute his mouth.He would rather eat ants and earthworms than ordinary people's food, let alone accept the favors of the villagers.

He has already moved out of the Immortal Mansion.The oldest mansion in Maqiao has collapsed.Zhihuang took some people and demolished some house foundations to boil salt.Some smoke bricks were still available, so the villagers used them to build a roadside pavilion and a small house for him.He rolled his sleeves to look around, and he didn't want to move into the new house, a gesture of never seeking peace.He preferred to drill the bomb shelter. He didn't sleep much in the cave, and more often he slept on the wind and dew on Yesu Mountain.Someone once asked him if he was afraid of being eaten by some wild animals while sleeping on the mountain.He said what's the point of eating?He has eaten a lot of wild things in his life, and he should be eaten back by wild things. This is fair.

Over the years, he has hated people the most, first he hated Benyi, and after Benyi, he hated Yanwu: he always scolded "monsters" at their backs, not knowing where the hatred came from.In fact, the faces of the three of them are somewhat similar, they all have slashed and long faces, double eyelids, and slightly sunken chins, so that the upper lip is pinched out, which is a bit full.Occasionally thinking about this, I suddenly have an unreasonable guess.I imagined that after Benyi and Yanwu died, Ma Ming would cry and pray at their graves, with tears and snot flowing from his nose, which made people feel a little surprised.I imagine that in the future, there might be another bad guy saying that Ma Ming once said that he, Benyi and Yanwu are actually blood relatives, and they were all left by Xi Dagan (see the entry "Native Qi") many years ago. Kinds—in Ma Qiao's words, they're called Brothers in the Pot.

Geguo brothers, sometimes called borrowing pot brothers, refer to brothers who share a father, but never eat in a pot since childhood, and do not grow up in the same family.The separation of the flesh and blood is not important here, because there is no corresponding name to distinguish it, whether it is due to the righteous adoption, or because of the illegitimate birth, or the drifting and separation due to the chaos.One is to separate the pot, and the other is to be brothers. These two are enough. Maqiao people seem to pay more attention to the key facts of these two aspects.I imagined that the rotten person who came from the news once asked Ma Ming, what evidence did he have for saying this?Ma Ming replied: Xi Daganzi told him personally when he left Maqiao—at that time he was just a baby, and he couldn't believe it, so he spat at Xi Daganzi.It wasn't until later, when he grew up, that he, Benyi, and Yanwu were really the only ones in the village, who looked exactly like that bird surnamed Xi, and then he believed that his own father had really done no good.

I imagined that people in Maqiao would be stunned when they heard this, like a group of poisoned cockroaches.They looked at Ma Ming's figure floating gently across the ground, and the occasional cold light from the corner of his eyes. None of them had the courage to go forward and call him to further verify the facts.