Chapter 21 Pay homage to the red horse

My folks, you are tired of watching.In any case, the red horse was gone forever.The river's trickle has flowed for so many years, the valley swayed with fresh wild buckwheat and lemongrass, and the whimpering wind in the early days changed its sound and echoed on the water to evoke your memory, but the horse was gone forever.Following the red horse is a boy from Nushan.His grandfather called him Suo, so maybe his name is Suo.Lock is the little lover of the legendary red horse.When the lock appears in the story, pay attention to my grandfather blowing the copper suona, the sound is very similar to a cry.That is the imitation of the cry of the lock, and the lock is a child who loves to cry.You have to imagine the lock as a naked boy covered with wild vines. He stands in the river to pee, and when he raises his head, he suddenly finds that the red horse is going away. An unusually beautiful red horse with fluttering mane and flying hooves is going away. .Suo put his fingers in his mouth and began to cry.You imagine that Lock is a child in the deserted mountains many years ago, his cries startled the wicker fish in the water and the tits in the air.A titmouse with emerald feathers flew to Suo's shoulder, listening quietly to the boy's hoarse cry just like you.At that time, birds and animals were not afraid of children.

You see the lock facing southeast in the twilight, and the vast mountains and forests lie across the southeast.On the opposite side of the vast mountains and forests is the sea.You could tell by the way the lock stood and the direction in which it was that the red horse disappeared to the southeast, over the ocean.In this story, Suo's grandfather must also appear, the old man Nushan who went from being strong to dying day by day.He is the owner of Maple Tree Mill.His mill was built on a hill, and it was built of stones.Not a single window.He claimed to have migrated from far away from Mount Nu, where the mountain people are used to living in dark houses. They light pine lanterns from morning till night, keep livestock by the pits, and raise children in livestock pens inside.They love raising horses and raising lots and lots of kids.Those horses are a hundred times more handsome than humans, fat and strong, but their children are skinny and weak from generation to generation.In this way, Nushan people wandered to the south year after year, leaving their hometown.The Nushan horse ran here and there on the road where its owner was scattered, and one followed its owner to my hometown of maple and poplar.You can also see this angry mountain horse as the protagonist of this story.The old man appeared in the valley one morning.He appeared in the valley with the red horse.The horse was tall, majestic and beautiful, with a silver collar around the horse's neck, shining brightly.The strange thing is that there is a mountain-like straw bag trembling slightly on the horse's back.My grandfather saw the horse for the first time when he was harvesting corn, and for a moment he lost his mind. He dropped a pile of old corn in his arms and ran towards them. "Is that a horse? A guest?" "A horse. Nushan horse." The old man replied wearily, reining in the horse. "What's on the horse's back?" "Nothing, a straw mattress."

The old man patted the horse, and walked towards the densely populated area of ​​the village with an indifferent expression.My grandfather stood at the edge of the cornfield and looked at their tired figures. He found that the straw mattress on the horse's back was wriggling all the time, and there seemed to be something hidden inside.When the Nushan people were leading their horses and wading across the river, my grandfather saw the lock. The lock's head was black, protruding from the roll of straw mats, and retracted.Hide on horseback and cross the river of maple and poplar.Why the Nushan people hid their children and hurried on their way is a mystery.My grandfather said that Nushan people take horses and children as property, and they are afraid of robbers.They believed that people outside the mountain could not take away their horses but they would take away their children. All Nushan people packed their children and hid them on horseback when they left the mountain.My grandpa said they came from the distant Nu Mountain after all.Suo often rode the red horse down the mountain to the densely populated area of ​​the village.Women and children alike gaze at the magical horse and child on horseback from the windows.They discovered that horses and children have something in common.They each had a silver collar around their necks.A lock of black hair was combed by his grandfather to look like a horse's mane, blowing in the wind.Suo looked around our village on horseback, his spirit was always very sad.The Nushan red horse neighed endlessly, and it woke up all the folks in their dreams.Women love locks, and they keep yelling at the windows: "Sock, get off your horse, and I'll give you cornbread."

Lock shook his head proudly.Lock is a taciturn boy, he likes to talk to horses, he doesn't like us.And the women of the maple and poplar are still shouting at the windows: "Shuo, your dick has grown up, you're going to wear pants." An angry light flashed across Suo's black face.He clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and the red horse crossed the village alley and the drying yard, and left.Lock is a naked boy.Lock's grandfather promised to sew a pair of suede pants for him, but the pants have not been sewn properly for many days, and Lock's grandfather doesn't even have a needle and thread. How can he sew suede pants for Lock?Listening to my grandfather reminiscing about his contacts with Nushan people: he went up the mountain with grain on his back to visit the stone hut.He and the grandpa and grandson sat on straw mats and drank homemade rice wine.The red horse stood beside them chewing hay.My grandfather went to the mountain mainly because he wanted to see the horse a few more times. He even wanted to ride that horse for a walk.

My grandfather said to the old man Nushan, "Tell me what you need, Fengyangshu has everything, and you can find everything." "I don't need anything." The old man Nushan suddenly lowered his voice, staring into my grandfather's eyes, "The only thing we need is a woman, marry your sister to me, she is very beautiful, I fell in love with her as soon as I came here." "God, you want my sister?" My grandfather was startled first, then laughed, "But you are seventy, my sister is only sixteen!" "I don't know how old I am, I never remember this." The old man Nushan looked unhappy, obviously he had been hurt once.He turned over and jumped off the straw mat, walked to a big stone table, and knocked off the pots and jars on it. He said to my grandfather, "Can you lift the stone table above your head?" My grandfather estimated that the stone table weighed at least two hundred catties. He shook his head.Old Man Nu Shan smiled contemptuously, and said, "You are as young as a tree pole, you can't lift the stone table, I am old, just watch me lift the stone table above your head." Under the leather jacket, with his bare arms, he picked up the stone table with both hands. He raised the stone table above his head and shouted to my grandfather, "Marry your sister to me!" My grandfather will never forget the scene at that time.He blindfolded himself somehow.He heard the red horse neighing subtly beside him.Then he threw a bag of cornmeal under the horse's hooves and came out of the stone house.You have to know that he has suffered the most fatal blow from a man to another man. Humiliation and anger are like two sharp claws scratching his heart, planting a seed of hatred.From then on, my grandfather realized the frailty of the maple poplar man, and from then on he began to practice superhuman physique and martial strength, and later became the famous maple poplar snake.My grandpa's younger sister is of course my great-aunt Xian.Xian has passed away for many years.You can't imagine the beauty of Xian, a country girl.At sixteen she was as plump as a wild pomegranate.In Xian's short life, there is an amazing romance left in people's minds.Everything is related to Nushan's boy lock.You heard my grandfather blowing the brass suona again, the sound was like a strange but powerful sigh of a girl dreaming.What the bronze suona plays is Xian's love.You will be surprised.Xian fell in love with Suo suddenly eight days before her wedding.This kind of love is obviously tinged with obscurity, which is not suitable for publicity but cannot be avoided.Xian used to stay out of the house, but eight days before her wedding she went to the mountains wearing a red grass skirt.She walked through the village carrying a bamboo basket and holding a digging knife. Someone asked her where she was going, and she said, "The weather is so nice. I will go dig wild vegetables on the mountain." Weeping loudly in the valley.Locked by the river staring at his red horse crying loudly.Many people hallucinate the cry of the lock as a cuckoo bird echoing over the maple and poplar countryside. It is a divine bird bringing ominous news, and the spring is soaked in inexplicable sadness.But you don't know how the river of sorrow got here.You don't know why the lock is always crying.Xian saw that the sun in the valley was light yellow, and Suo sat in the shallow water like a shiny little fish.And the Nushan red horse stood under the Jue tree, with its slender neck raised, its eyes glowing with agate, quietly feeling the sounds of the world.

"Shuo, why are you crying?" The lock cannot hear the girl's voice.Locked in a spring afternoon is a wrangler.The Wrangler needs to cry on a spring afternoon. "Suo, why are you crying?" Xian threw the gouger into the basket and threw the basket into the water. She knelt down to the water's edge and sat next to Suo, holding his hand. "Tell my sister, why are you crying?" Cry?" "The horse is dying, the horse won't live long." "Don't cry. Girls like to cry. You see the horse is eating grass, how can the horse die?" "No, the horse is going to die. Once the horse leaves Nushan, it won't be able to live." Xian suddenly giggled, She touched the top of Lock's bald head tenderly, and then ran towards the horse with a beautiful red grass skirt, "The horse is fine, look at me to ride." Xian staggered while holding the rein, and the horse The horse neighed endlessly, its hind hooves stretched like a bow and then bounced quickly, almost tearing Xian's red grass skirt.The roar of the lock exploded at the same time: "Stay away from the horse, you can't ride it!"

Xian looked at the Nushan red horse from a close distance with her hands on her hips.She discovered the anger of the red horse, and she did not understand the anger of the red horse. "Can't I ride a horse? Because I'm a woman?" "Because horses don't know you. Horses don't like strange women." "Suo, you are also a horse, and you don't like strange women." "My grandfather said that people are all horses, and people are descendants of horses, but People have broken consciences, they don't like horses now." "Shuo, you are a foal, how cute. Do you think I am a horse?" "You are a mare, no, you are a woman. My grandpa likes you and he wants you to marry him ""Your grandfather? He's almost a hundred years old, right? All men want me. I won't marry your grandfather. In eight days, I will marry a peddler on the plain. He gave me eight bolts of small flower cloth. I'm going to get married in eight days. Do you understand what it means to be married?" "If you don't marry my grandpa, he will kill you."

"I'm not afraid of your grandpa. Men are all stinky, and men are all dirty. Lock, only you are as clean as water. Do you know that women like you and want to sleep with your arms?" Everything is like spring about the afternoon.Xian was put into a desperate situation by the moist and fragrant wind blowing in the field, and became a dizzy nymph.She trembled under the goose-yellow sunlight, staring at Nushan boy's naked body, her gaze was becoming fascinated.You have to know that it is the moist and fragrant wind blowing in the field that moves Xian's hand, which is full of youth, grasping the silver collar worn by Suo, and swimming freely on Suo's naked body like a snake.Lock was silent.You already know that Suo is a horse shepherd, and the horse shepherd quietly looks at Xian's hand, with the shadow of a red horse reflected in his pupils.You already know that the moist and fragrant wind blowing in the field touched Xian's hand, one of Xian's hands was full of longing to spread out towards the sky, and the other hand untied her red grass skirt.Xian said softly, "Shuo, my sister is also a horse, you can ride on it." The horse shepherd, the boy from Nushan is riding on my aunt Xian, you have to believe that he is a pure rider.You have to believe he likes all horses.My grandpa's story always stops here.Anyway, this is a hidden family history.Let us also light a lemongrass for Xian's undead when paying homage to the red horse.Xian is an extremely romantic and unfortunate woman.Ten months later she died in childbirth.Her baby was born and cried from dawn until late at night, and the loud cry was sent to the mother's funeral.Her baby was shaped like a foal, and the people of the plain were amazed.

Let me tell you that when Xian got married, she was really holding eight colorful little flower cloths.Her loose long hair was painted with pollen oil and tied into a woman's bun, and a purple-red wild peony flower was inserted obliquely.Her face is absolutely beautiful and always fresh.Xian sat on a sedan chair and left the maple and poplar trees, passing by the riverside valley.She saw the boy from Nushan, Suo, sitting by the water and weeping towards the red horse just like before.Only then did Xian understand the meaning of Suo crying.She stood up from the sedan chair, raised her finger towards Suo and made a mysterious gesture: "Suo, you have grown up, you should wear pants."

"The red horse is leaving." And Lock answered crying by the river.Suo lowered his head and didn't take a look at Xian who was married far away.The people who were sending off the wedding heard Suo's sad and strange answer.Later they recalled that it was Suo who first broke the news to Xian that the red horse was gone.That day people found a strange horse galloping with the wind on the ridge of maple poplar.The horse looked like a human being, it whimpered desolately and ran along the wind, its limbs slapping the thick rocky soil, making noises.People say where did this strange horse come from again?Later, someone ran down from the mountain and shouted: That's not a horse, that's the old man Nushan.After the news spread, no one believed it. The villagers thought that maybe the sun was too hot that day, and they were dazzled.And my grandfather was silent about it.He believed that the strange horse was old man Nu Shan.The next day he saw old man Nushan's purple-red face quickly fade to old age.Hate is a tree that blossoms and bears fruit.The tree of hatred hung dark brown leaves between my grandfather and the old man Nushan, multiplying the branches of this story.I want to talk about the mill of the old man Nushan.The lukes and mills in the mill used to be given to Nu Shan and his grandson by my grandfather.My grandpa said frankly that he had a conspiracy in sending them things.He has been fascinated since seeing the red horse, and he is a very possessive man by nature.But the red horse doesn't like him, and the red horse always refuses his intimacy.So my grandfather hated the red horse again.He suggested that the mill use horses to pull the mill. The old man Nushan shook his head resolutely. He said, "Nushan horse is not an ordinary animal. It can't pull the mill. If the horse mill needs people, why? I can't pull the mill." Grinding?" You're not from Mount Nu, and you just can't understand the dignity of that horse.The red horse roams freely in my hometown of maple and poplar. It roams freely in the sight of your window. You can see it every day, but you cannot get involved in the mysterious life of the red horse. The red horse only belongs to its owner.Later my grandfather walked around the horse when he went to the mill on the hill.His longing for horses is like a black well, unfathomable and deep.One day my grandfather said to Nushan old man, "The new millet has been crushed. Give me back the millet and the mill. I want to grind flour too." Nushan old man said, "Brother, you are so confused, don't you say Did you give it to me?" My grandfather laughed, "You are so stupid, I never give away anything for nothing. You have to understand that the mill is mine, just like the horse is yours." "I can't give you back the mill." How can I feed locks and horses without a mill?" My grandfather pondered for a while and said, "Then let's do a business, and the mill will belong to you temporarily, but if the crops in my field are harvested, you will grind them into pieces for me." From this transaction, you can find my grandfather's long and loose snare, which was woven with the cunning and possessive mentality that men in my hometown often have, and now it has easily caught the old man from Nushan .

Wake up in the ghostly light of dawn to feed the horses.He stroked the horse's back, and only with this touch could he feel that the horse was with him.The stone house on the mountain is filled with the fragrance of hay and grain. When the lock is pushed open the wooden door, the wind and white mist of maple and poplar rush in.The life of Suo's emigration is like this every day, and the changes happen silently.This story must tell about the real old age of old man Nushan.Old Man Nushan really aged just before the red horse disappeared. Just like that, Suo heard his grandfather coughing from the straw bunk.It was the first time that the chief lock heard his grandfather cough.In Nu Mountain, only people who are on the verge of death will cough so violently.Suo looked at his grandfather in horror.The old man Nu Shan was lying on the grass, like an old tree broken by a strong wind.But why can't the gust of wind be seen at all? "Shuo, come here, do you see that my legs have been cut off by ghosts, and my throat has been choked by ghosts? Why can't I get up?" Lock crawled to his grandpa, and he heard grandpa exhale His breath was turbid with the smell of dead grass, and the genitals that grandpa used to erect at dawn suddenly shrank pitifully.Suo suddenly picked up Grandpa's heavy head, so you heard Suo cry again.When some illusion is lost, you will hear the cry of the lock just in time. "You don't see a ghost, Grandpa. I see you're old." "No. I was just hacked by a ghost in the night. I saw that ghost come down from the mountain to steal our horses. I was just hacked by a ghost." "Grandpa, I know that everyone wants to steal our red horse." "Suo, you have to understand that the only animal in the world that can't be stolen is the horse. The heart of a horse is exactly the same as that of a human. The eyes of a horse can see through the night Look for its relatives." The morning you expected for the red horse mill came on this day, but Suo didn't go to the river to graze the horse that day.Nushan red horse is put on a bridle and stands in a stone house on the mountain.The horse's eyes are desolate and insight into suffering.The old man Nushan said to Suo, "Our horse is about to pull the mill. Find a black cloth and cover its eyes. Don't let it see the stone mill. Don't let it see its own suffering." If you go there that day In the stone house on the mountain, you will see how the Nushan red horse started to pull the mill.The horse's eyes had to be covered with a black cloth before the horse started running round and round to grind the mill.If you went to the stone house on the mountain that day, you would see the grandparents and grandchildren of Nushan lying one on the ground and the other kneeling, silently staring at the red horse.They burst into tears. "Shuo, if you can talk to the horse, tell it that it won't suffer anymore when I get well." "The horse is crying, grandpa, did you hear that?" "You tell it that we suffer all this because we left the Nushan Mountains, and we are weakened in other people's lands." "The horse is really crying, Grandpa, do you hear the horse crying?" The morning you expected at the Red Maramill has come.The white mist outside disappeared and the sun gradually brightened. My grandfather was walking down the mountain carrying a bag of grains.In all stories, the old man will eventually grow old, but the child is the god in your heart.Old man Nu Shan is old, in fact it is impossible for him to get up from the grass bed and take off the horse's bridle.The heavy hooves of the red horse mill became old and familiar day after day.Don't forget that Suo is the little lover of the legendary red horse.In the long days of the red horse mill he watched over his horses.One day you understand the cry of the lock, and you know that the red horse is not in the mill on the mountain at this time, the red horse is galloping away, and it is far away from our clear sight. My grandpa said his sin was an amanita that bloomed in this year.You know that my grandfather has worked hard on a man's arm strength and physique this year.He got this kind of inspiration from old man Nushan, and finally returned it to him.My grandfather gathered four maple and poplar men to touch the mill on the mountain one night.You know my grandpa went to steal the horse.That foggy night is unreal in the human mind, but it may have happened.The person who snatched the horse heard the neighing and neighing of the horse and was disturbed.The man who snatched the horse brought a bundle of thick twine.When they walk into the stone house is when you have nightmares.The old man Nushan lay in the darkness, staring at a row of black figures at the door, and said motionlessly, "I knew you would come. You would come sooner or later, but unfortunately I fell ill." My grandfather tore off the mask and bound the old man .He said he bound the old man entirely with his two drum-like arms.Everything was planned for a long time. My grandfather forgot the taboos of human beings when he robbed the horse. "It's a coincidence that you came here. It's locked outside. If the lock is on, you won't be able to take the horse away." My grandfather walked towards Nushan Red Horse.The horse neighed again, the sound full of powerful commotion.The red horse is full of light, like a golden mountain collapsing in the dark. "Be careful of the masks on the horse's eyes, and be careful not to let the horse see your face." My grandfather finally grabbed the silver collar around the horse's neck.His hands trembled and stroked, and the mane brushed against his face.My grandpa's face was burning hot. "You lead the horse out of the house and it will gallop. Be careful." My grandfather's real sin was that he pulled the hood off the red horse's eyes, a moment he recalls with regret.As soon as the blindfold fell to the ground, the red horse's front hooves were raised high, and its body shot out of the stone house like an arrow.What the horse snatchers saw was a mass of red lightning galloping towards the night valley.I remember that the red horse of Nushan looked back frequently when it was far away, and you can imagine that it was calling for the boy lock of Nushan.You heard my grandpa’s brass suona blowing again, imitating the cry of Suo, you have to imagine Suo as a naked boy covered with weeds and vines, standing in the river to urinate, looking up suddenly finds that the red horse is going away, An unusually beautiful red horse with fluttering mane and flying hooves is going away.Suo put his fingers in his mouth and began to cry.The cry of the lock lasted a hundred years for us.You hear his cries on all sides, but you can no longer see him.The little lover of the red horse went away with the red horse.The horses who return to the eternal water, the people who return to eternity, they will never return.