Chapter 9 Chapter VII

Years passed. The fifteenth day of the first lunar month has also passed.Even the first month passed day by day.The days are still the same, the sun is warm and the wind is cold. When you have a fever, you cook medicine, and when someone dies, you bury him. People are buried, it is better to be in school when I think of it.Fever and fever are together, talking and laughing, and the days are brisk.Fever patients have been scattered in their own homes, and loneliness fills the house and courtyard, and the three-point illness has become a seven-point illness.Qifen disease should be reborn.I want to go to school to live that collective life again.I wanted to go to school, but I asked everyone to go to my father to ask for the coffin, so I talked back and had some quarrels, so I couldn't go to school to talk to my grandfather.After all, my grandfather is still my father's father, the father of flesh and blood.

On this day, after breakfast, the sun was shining, and the warmth in the village seemed to be roasted by a simmer.Zhao Dequan, Ding Yuejin, Jia Genzhu, Ding Zhuxi, and Zhao Xiuqin were all basking in the village.My uncle and Lingling were also basking in the warmth, standing upright, looking at each other across the crowd. They are thieves.love like a thief. During their love affair, someone said: "Who is going to tell Teacher Ding that everyone will still live in the school." My uncle just laughed, and said to a group of people with fever, "I'll go." Everyone said that it's good if you go, it's good if you go.My uncle looked at the crowd again and called: "Who is going with me?" Before anyone could answer, he continued: "Lingling, can you come with me?" Lingling was hesitating, so Zhao Xiuqin pulled her throat and said : "Lingling, you can go. You are mildly ill and have strength in your legs."

Lingling and my uncle walked out of Dingzhuang towards the school. Not far away.The wheat on both sides of the road has turned green in the warm winter, and there is a smell of green algae wafting in the sun.In the transparency on the plain, Liuzhuang, Huangshui, and Lierzhuang in the distance lie like shadows on the ground under the empty sky.Dingzhuang is very close behind him, but there is no one at the entrance of the village.People gathered in the restaurant in the center of Zhuangzi to bask in the warmth.My uncle stood shoulder to shoulder with Lingling, looked back and forward, and took Lingling's hand.

Lingling was startled, and looked back and forward. My uncle said, "No one." Lingling smiled: "Miss me?" My uncle said, "Did you miss me?" Lingling said with a straight face, "No." Uncle said: "I don't believe it." Lingling said: "I think about my illness every day, and I don't know when I will die." Uncle looked at Lingling's face and found that her complexion was much drier than before, hiding a lot of blackness before death, like a piece of blackened red cloth wrapped in rotten water.The few pimples that appeared on her face a few years ago have more than a dozen more on her forehead in the next year. They are bright reddish brown and thicker.My uncle picked up Lingling's hand, turned it over, and saw that there were no new sores on the back of her hand and neck, and her skin was still slightly shining with the light of her age.The new daughter-in-law, Guang in her twenties.

"It's all right," my uncle said. "Do not worry". Lingling said, "You understand?" "I've been ill for a year now, and I'm a doctor." Uncle smiled: "Let me see what the acne on your waist looks like." Lingling just stood down and stared at her uncle's face. "Lingling, I think you can't help it." Uncle said, looking away from her waist, and was about to pull her into a grass field by the roadside.Whose land is no longer planted, and the knee-deep grass is deserted.At the end of winter, although the grass was dry, it was still knee-deep, showing the prosperity of the previous year.There is a musty fragrance in the hay smell, which exudes in winter, and it moistens one's lungs more than the green grass and green shoots.Lingling refused to go to the grass.My uncle asked her: "You really don't want me?" Lingling said: "Yes." My uncle took Lingling's hand again, and Lingling said: "It's boring, life is boring." The uncle pulled even harder and said: "It's not interesting. If you want to live for a day, you will have a day of fun." Dragging her, she walked into the grass.Walking back and forth on the dead grass, sat down in the deep grass, and overwhelmed a piece of grass.

Lie down and overwhelm another blade of grass. They did what men and women did in that grass. Act like crazy.My uncle is like crazy.Lingling is crazy too.Each other is crazy.Forget about being sick, it's the same as not being sick.The sun shone from behind them, and my uncle saw that the pimples on Lingling's body were congested with blood, as bright as red agate.There are pimples on my waist and back, like breast lamps on the side of the road in the city.When she was excited, her face shone brightly, and the withered blackness turned into a blood-red brightness, reflecting like glass in the sunlight.At that time, Uncle found that she was not only young, but also beautiful, with big eyes, watery black eyes; straight nose, straight like chopsticks with horns.She was lying in the grass sheltered from the wind, among the withered grass, she was dry at first, but she became fresh in a blink of an eye.Wang Wang water.Although she has acne on her body, because of the contrast of the acne, it shows the tenderness of her body.The whiteness of the body is like white clouds falling from the sky.Uncle is crazy about her.She greeted her uncle's madness, like a grass sprouting on the plain to welcome the warmth of spring.

Crazy, with sweat, but also with tears.Lying flat, shoulder to shoulder, squinting at the sunlight in the sky. My uncle said, "It's fine if you are my wife." Lingling said, "I guess I won't survive this year." My uncle said: "You just can't live for a month, and I will marry you if you want to." Lingling said, "Where is sister-in-law Tingting?" My uncle said, "Don't worry about her." Lingling folded herself from the grass and sat up, thought for a while and said, "Forget it, you and I are dying." My uncle also sat and thought about it for a while, but also felt that it was not worth it, so we stood up from each other, looked at the overwhelmed grass, and laughed.

With a faint smile, he pursed his lips and walked towards the school. Grandpa is tidying up the large classroom where everyone used to gather years ago, using a rag to wipe off the pigs, dogs and bastards that someone drew on the blackboard with chalk, and the names written on the side of the pigs, dogs, and bastards.While wiping, I saw my uncle standing at the door smiling, so my grandfather asked: "You wrote it?" My uncle said, "Everyone wants to go back to school again." My grandfather said, "It's time for the kids to come to school and do their homework."

Uncle asked: "My lord is dying, what's the use of children going to school?" The master said: "If the adults are dead, the children must live." "The grown-ups are dead, who will feed the children?" Lingling looked at my grandfather's face, and suddenly felt that his face was as close as a father-in-law she had never seen before.Her father-in-law is long dead.When she married to Dingzhuang, she only saw the photo of her father-in-law on the table in the main hall at home, and she was thin and had a heart of nostalgia for the world.Now she regards my grandfather as her father-in-law, looking at my grandfather's face when asking questions, and said: "Uncle—think about it, adults can live one more day, and children can spend one less day as orphans and suffer less." sin of the day?"

Grandpa hung the rag in his hand on the nail of the blackboard stand, and patted the chalk dust on his hand: "Then let all the patients come." Lingling and my uncle went back to the village to inform everyone that they should return to live in the school.After leaving the school gate, they held hands again.Going to that piece of dry grass, they looked at each other, did not speak, just looked at each other, and went to the center of the grass again hand in hand. sat down. lie down. The sun hangs from the ceiling and shines on their naked bodies. If you want to live in the school, you must first collect food for the sick.The old standard, how much noodles, how much corn flour or rice per person per month.The grain is collected in the center of Zhuangzi, and the handed-in flour is put into a bag, the rice is put into a bag, and the soybeans and beans are mixed into a bag.Yuejin is an accountant. He is checking the scales, refunding more and making up for less, and having people separate coarse grains and fine grains and pour them into the public bag.Zhao Xiuqin was in charge of cooking and didn't have to pay the food. When the food was collected, she filled the bag with flour and rice.As soon as she opened her mouth, she found a few bricks stuffed into the bag full of flour.One brick weighs five catties, and four bricks weigh twenty catties.I went to another flour bag to feel, but instead of finding a brick, I found a bowl-like stone.Then I went to the rice bag and found no bricks, no stones, but a few tiles weighing several kilograms in the rice bag.Throw all the stones, bricks and tiles out in the middle of the street, and they are all in vain.pile of children.Stones are like the shaved heads of men.Square cakes and steamed buns made of bricks and tiles.The stained bricks, stones and tiles were piled up on the ground, weighing hundreds of catties.A total of four and a half bags of flour, two and a half bags of rice, more than one bag of beans, and several bags of corn were confiscated. Bricks, stones and tiles accounted for more than one bag.People were amazed around the brick and stone, saying chilling words.

Said: "Grandma, this person's heart is suffering from a fever, and he is still greedy for such cheap things." Said: "Fuck! People who are dying, still doing such immoral things." Zhao Xiuqin held up a brick that was stained with flour, and shouted in her voice: "If you have the guts, stand up and pay 50 catties of flour per person. If you put four bricks, you will pay 20 catties less if you are alone." Jin." Scolded: "You black-hearted person, you pay twenty catties less, and I will not have enough food to cook, and people will think that I, Zhao Xiuqin, stole the food again." Holding bricks from one flour bag to another, tearing her throat, she called out, "Hey——Dingzhuang people, have you seen it? Earlier you called me Zhao Xiuqin a thief in the village, and I am a thief." I just passed by someone’s vegetable garden and picked up a green onion. When I saw a radish, I picked up a radish and went home to mix a pot of shredded radish for my man and child. When I saw a cucumber, I picked one to quench my thirst. Put four bricks in fifty catties of noodles. Dare to put a few big stones in half a bag of rice." Zhao Xiuqin threw the bricks in her hand beside a bag of noodles, and then went to hug the white stones with flour, the bowl They are the same size. When she was not sick, she could hold several and pick up two baskets. But now, she has a fever and has no strength. She hugged the stone but couldn’t move it. Get up, like holding a baby's head, walk around in the crowd and call: "Look, this stone is so heavy that I can't even hold it. I don't know which son of a bastard uses this stone as food. If you have the ability, come out and take this stone back to your home, put it in a pot and cook it. "She threw the stone on the ground with a bang, kicked her right foot on the stone, and kept her left leg straight on the ground. Like a man, she put her hands on her waist and cursed: "You don't put rice in the pot every day, you only boil stones, right? The adults and children in your family eat Fengqi foam, don't you? When your family honors the elderly, you use a pot to carry a pot of stone tiles, isn't it?" Zhao Xiuqin scolded in the crowd, she scolded as she walked, and when she got tired of scolding, she sat down on a bag of grain.The grain was collected after lunch. At this time, the sun had already leveled to the south and was fixed on the top of the village.The warmth in the village is like being covered by a quilt.Winter is not over, spring is here, and people are still wearing coats, overcoats, and small overcoats.The old man also wore a sheepskin jacket.But on the branches of pagoda trees in the village, there are already tender green buds, yellow and tender buds, transparent yellow-green on the branches, like water beads hanging in the sun.All the people, all the Zhuang people came out of their homes.Collecting food is a lively event.There is nothing more lively than stone tiles in the grain.In the past two years, since the village had a fever, there has never been such a lively event in the village, so all the people, old and young, came out of the house, crowding and watching, scolding the immoral people. Look at Zhao Xiuqin scolding that person who lacks virtue. Jia Genzhu is newly suffering from fever, and he most wants to live in that school.If he went to live with his mother, he wouldn't have to watch him cry secretly every day.His wife doesn't have to worry about the disease being passed on to her and her baby.When he pays grain, the rice he pays is the whitest and the flour is the thinnest. When he sees that others don't have the rice white flour he pays, he feels that he has suffered a disadvantage.At this time, he felt that he had suffered a great loss.He looked at the pile of stones and said: "Fuck! Fuck! Give me back my rice noodles, I'm not going to that school." My uncle said: "If you want to refund, you will deduct ten catties of noodles." Gen Zhu stared: "Why?" Said: "Who are the stones and tiles returned to?" Gen Zhu thought for a while: "Damn it, then I'd better live in the school." Facing the pile of stones and tiles, all Dingzhuang people who had paid grain went to touch it.The sun shifted to the west, and there was red on Zhuang Street.The wind at the end of winter, like the wind at the end of winter, blows on the plain, and people are stamping their feet and rubbing their hands on the street to keep warm.At this time, my grandfather came.He couldn't wait for the Zhuang people to come from the school.After asking about the situation, I stood by the pile of stones and tiles and looked at it, and said, "You can't go to school if you can't find out who is adulterating it?" Everyone said: "Go, who wants to wait at home to die." My grandfather said: "Then let's go." Everyone didn't move, they all stared at the stones and bricks on the ground, as if everyone had suffered a huge loss.It's not a big loss, it's just that I didn't take advantage of it. They all froze, standing and sitting with each other. My grandfather said: "If you don't want to go to school, go back to your respective homes." Everyone still didn't speak. My grandfather said: "If you want to go, get a car and quickly bring the food to the school." Sitting, standing, with hands in sleeves or pockets, you look at me, I look at you, silent, thinking that things should not be like this anyway.It shouldn't be like this, we all froze in the center of the villa, let the setting sun creak and go westward in the silence, emitting its last light like a fireball about to fall, and its warmth.In the end, my grandfather saw that everyone would not say anything, so he asked Ding Yuejin: "How much does this stone tile weigh?" Yuejin said, "Weigh it." Jia Genzhu and Zhao Dequan put the stones and bricks with their faces in baskets, and asked Yuejin to weigh one basket after another.After accumulating the bill, it weighed ninety-six catties. My grandfather asked how many people were going to live in the school, and how much coarse grain and fine grain was shared on each person's head. In front of him, he said: "Mr. Ding, if you kill me, I won't share this food. If you don't believe me, ask Ding Yuejin. The rice noodles I pay are the best. The rice grains are big and white, like children's milk teeth. As fine as the foam splashed by the river." After Jia Genzhu finished speaking, Zhao Dequan followed suit, squatting down next to a bag of noodles, and finally murmured under his breath, "I...I don't share this food either." Others also said that the food should not be shared. My grandfather stood for a while, thought for a while, and walked towards Zhuangdong without saying a word.Walk to Xinjie and leave the villagers in the middle of the village.The people in the village didn't know what my grandfather was going to do, so they all waited for him in the center of the village, like waiting for a rain in a drought.Not long after, Grandpa really came back.Back from Xinjie, in the sunset in the village, my grandfather asked my father to push two bags of noodles with a bicycle.Their father and son walked one after the other, and the father and grandfather walked back and forth, stepping on the silence in the village, meeting the surprise and eyes of the people in the village.Walking unhurriedly, the chain of the bicycle pushed by my father made a silvery sound, like a song, and when I got close, I saw that what my father pushed was the standard noodles from the public flour mill.Our family eats the standard noodles of the people in the city.Dad pushed the noodles in front, and my grandfather followed behind the car.At the beginning, Dad had a look of loneliness and disdain on his face, and looked down on the people of Dingzhuang very much, but when he was approaching the intersection, when the people in the village could see his face, he had a magnanimous look on his face again. Smile, bright red smile, glanced at Ding Yuejin, Jia Genzhu, Zhao Xiuqin, and other people at the edge of the crowd—those who all came to his house to ask for coffins, and said with a smile: "Isn't it just ninety catties?" On the other hand, the folks in the village are all sick at this time, so is it worth worrying about?" While talking, he looked at the piles of flour stones. He unloaded two bags of flour to the side of the collected grain, and patted the white flour on the back seat of the car: "This is a hundred catties. It’s the fine flour noodles that people in the city eat, let’s count it as my favor from Ding Hui.” After finishing speaking, he turned his bicycle around, and his voice hardened: "You all remember, in Dingzhuang, I, Ding Hui, will never do anything to offend you. Only you can offend me, Ding Hui, without me, Ding Hui, who can't offend you." After talking, Dad left. After finishing speaking, I left. Pushing the cart, he took a few steps to ride on it, and soon disappeared. That's it.The people of Dingzhuang gradually came to their senses, and when they realized it, they felt sorry for my father and the Ding family, and since then they have not doubted my father for a long time. At night, the school is the same as usual, and those who sleep in the past will sleep there.My uncle is still sleeping in Grandpa's house.Before going to bed, they lay on the bed with the lights dimmed and had a conversation. My uncle said: "Damn it, it's a loss." My grandfather said: "What?" My uncle said: "I only put one stone in the rice, and my brother gave them two bags of noodles." My grandfather sat up from the bed, looking at the second uncle at the window without speaking. The second uncle said, "Father, guess who put the brick in the dough?" The second uncle said: "I guess it's Yuejin. He checked the scales, and only he checked the scales. He dared to put four bricks in a bag, twenty catties. Besides, when his wife died a few years ago, his family bought bricks and bought bricks. Hoop his daughter-in-law's tomb." While talking, there was a sound outside the window, like coughing, and the sound stopped abruptly after coughing, leaving only the sound of footsteps walking somewhere.Hearing the sound, my uncle talked to my grandfather again, saying that he was going to go to the bathroom, so he put on his clothes and went out following the sound. Twenty days later, Uncle and Lingling were locked in the room where the rice noodles were stored. When Master was called, all the feverish people in the school had gathered around the door. The night was still clear and bright, and the moonlight sprinkled the campus like water. The crowd stood scattered in front of the door, saying to open the door, let them come out, but they couldn't find the key there.Everyone put on their clothes and went out to watch the fun.look at the scenery.See how the most promising thief in the world was caught.When the sound of footsteps outside the door became loud and chaotic, and when it was all quiet under the window, my uncle called out from the room: "They are all dying, and they are all living today without tomorrow. Can you bear with me and Lingling?" Zhao Xiuqin walked past the crowd, turned on the lamp in the kitchen, and let the light come out from the door to reflect the lock on the door of the neighboring barn.Seeing that it was a new lock, the light from the black paint on the lock was still visible, so he called into the barn: "Brother Liang, I didn't lock this door. I have already seen that you and Lingling are good friends." , but I never said anything to anyone. My mouth is as strict as this door. Who brought this lock from home with a new iron lock, and they have already wanted to arrest you and Lingling." Uncle stayed silent in the room for a while, and shouted angrily to the door: "What if you catch me? I'm not afraid of shooting me now. Those who were sick with me are all dead, and I'm alive." I just earn my life, who am I afraid of if I am caught and raped." There was an elegant silence outside the door, but no one had anything to say, as if it was a mistake to lock Lingling and my uncle in the room.Something very wrong.On the contrary, my uncle and Lingling secretly had sex with each other in that room, and it was justified.Ding Maiquan, Wang Guizi, Jia Genzhu, Ding Yuejin, Zhao Xiuqin, a group of people stood outside the door, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to do. Zhao Dequan was older among the crowd. He looked at the people in front of the door through the light, and said as if pleading for my uncle: "Open the door." Jia Genzhu also looked at him: "Do you have the key?" Zhao Dequan squatted on the ground like a wooden stake again, and remained silent. Ding Yuejin walked out of the crowd, went to the door and pulled the lock to have a look, then turned around and glanced at the crowd and asked, "Who locked the door?" What, let them be happy for as long as they can." Said: "Open the door, Ding Liang is much better than his brother Ding Hui. Open the door." Jia Genzhu also stepped forward to look at the lock, turned around and said, "Open the door, Ding Liang and Lingling are only in their twenties, and they have to be human beings for a day, so don't bring things back to Zhuangzi." Here, go to the two of them's houses, and then they won't be able to be human." They all stepped forward to look at the lock, they all turned their heads and said they wanted to open the door, but they didn't know who locked the door, and who had the key.Lingling started crying in that room, squatting on the ground in a corner and crying.The sound of crying came out of the house like a draft, and I felt that she was pitiful. She had just passed her twenties, married to Dingzhuang, and hadn't lived a few days of wedding happiness when she found out that she was suffering from a fever.I don't know whether she hurriedly married to Dingzhuang when she found out that she had a fever, or if she discovered the fever after she got married. Either way, she brought the disaster to her husband's house.Anyway, once she came, the peaceful days of her husband's family were gone, like a piece of glass was shattered by her.The days fell into pieces.Naturally, she deserved to be looked at coldly by her husband's family. Having a disease and stealing a man, let Ding Xiaoming know that it is a big deal.Stealing a man, and stealing a man from my own uncle, brother Ding Liang, is even more extraordinary.I can't clean up, so I can only cry, crying sadly, when Lingling is crying in that room until the sound of grief is amplified, when my uncle is in the room shaking the doors and windows, my grandfather heard the movement walk out.Only then did I realize that my uncle always left him in the middle of the night, either to chat with others, or to visit other houses to play chess, but it turned out that he always went out to have fun with Linglingye. Grandpa walked over angrily, and people automatically made way for him, letting him walk forward quickly.They all calm down to see how my grandfather will meet this matter.I heard my uncle calling in that room: "Father..." Grandpa finally stood at the door and said angrily: "Your father has made you and your brother mad to death." My uncle said: "You open the door first and then talk." Grandpa didn't say anything. Uncle said again: "You open the door first and then talk." The master turned around, looked at the villagers, and begged everyone to take out the key.It was very quiet, everyone looked at each other, and no one knew who locked the door.No one knows who took the key.Lingling didn't cry anymore, she stood behind the door with her uncle and waited for the door lock to be unlocked before coming out, walking out alive or dead.But no one brought out the key, and no one said he saw who locked the door.Outside the campus, the cold air of the end of winter has already risen, over the courtyard wall and flooded the embankment.You can hear the sound of cold air flowing on the plain, and the sound of rushing.There was a quiet buzzing sound.There is also a kind of insect chirping, which is the occasional chirping and chirping of insects on winter nights. I don't know if it is the chirping of the ancient Yellow River road in the quiet night, or the whistling and chirping of insects deep in the plain. At that time, I heard everything in this deep silence. I heard it clearly. My grandfather said: "Give me the key, if it doesn't work, I'll kneel down for you first for Liang and Lingling, okay?" My grandfather said: "Good or bad are people in the same village, and they are people who can't live for a few days." Uncle called from inside the house: "Father, break the lock!" Some people went to the side to look for stones, went to the kitchen to look for hammers and kitchen knives, and when they wanted to pry open the door lock, they suddenly didn't need to pry or pry. Lingling's man, Ding Xiaoming, rushed to the school from the village. My uncle's uncle and my cousin Ding Xiaoming rushed to the school from outside. He is not sick, because he has not sold blood so he has no fever.His father sold blood, but his father had a fever and died many years ago, so he doesn't need to suffer from the fever anymore.Uncle Tang was healthy and young. He strode in from the school gate and walked straight towards the crowd. Someone behind the crowd said abruptly, "Look quickly—look—look at that man who looks like Lingling walking." Everyone turned their heads in unison. They all saw Ding Xiaoming rush towards the crowd.Tigers and leopards pounced on them.They all saw my grandfather standing under the light, his face turned white.Pale, like the white walls of the school.Speaking of which, Xiaoming's father is two years younger than my grandfather, and he is the same father and mother, but since the year he sold his blood, my family built a high-rise building, and my uncle's house built a tile-roofed house, while theirs was still a thatched house. After Dawei, there were fewer exchanges because of this.Then, Xiao Ming's father passed away suddenly, and one day Xiao Ming's mother was standing on Zhuang Street, pointing to the tile-roofed house of her uncle's house for no reason and saying, "That's a tile-roofed house, which is Quanzhuang's blood bank. "Pointing to the white wall of my building, he said: "How can it be a magnetic wall? Those are human bones." The words reached the ears of my father and uncle, and the two families began to have their own identity. Standing in one place. When the fever spread to Dingzhuang, I was poisoned to death. The news spread from Dingzhuang's family to Xiao Mingniang's ears.My mother rushed to Ding Xiaoming's house, and there was a lot of quarrel, and there was no contact between the two families from then on. Since then, one family has been like two families. But now, my uncle and Lingling are having an affair, and Ding Xiaoming has already rushed towards them like a tiger or a leopard.They all hurriedly got out of the way for him.Before he arrived, he walked away.I couldn't see the color of his face clearly in the moonlight, but I could feel a gust of wind when he walked.He threw himself into the path of the crowd.The faces of the crowd all turned pale in the light, as if the faces of all the people had lost the febrile look of the dead, the livid and withered spots with raw and sores, only the wet ones. The paper was dried white again.Pale without blood. My grandfather stood stiffly in front of the door. Everyone stood stiffly in front of the door. At that moment, it was quiet, extremely quiet, even the creaking in the deep silence on the plain was gone, it disappeared.They all stared at Ding Xiaoming walking towards the warehouse.Jump over.Staring at him passing by my grandfather's side.Like the wind blowing over the side of a dead tree. Unexpectedly, no one could have imagined, no one could have imagined that my cousin actually held the white key to the barn door in his hand.He had the key.There is that key.Standing in front of the door, he took a key out of his hand and opened the door.First, it didn't open, and the key turned the other way when it was inserted into the lock, and it couldn't be inserted, so he turned the key over again. opened. The lock opened with a bang. The door opened, and things were like a burst of cold in a hot summer. Naturally, a hailstorm would fall in the hot and cold, rattling and clanging.for a while.A burst of hail passed, and the weather returned to the original weather. The door opened, and Tang Shu grabbed Lingling in his hand as soon as he opened it, as if Lingling was standing at the door waiting for him to catch her. He grabbed Lingling and walked out.The Huhu man is not tall, and he is very fat. He grabs the clothes on Lingling's shoulders and walks outside, like a tiger killing a lamb.Walking outside, Lingling's face turned pale and turned blue, her hair hung over her shoulders, as if she had been lifted up, her legs were lifted off the ground, and she walked as if she was being dragged by her feet hanging from the ground.Ding Xiaoming didn't say a word.Without saying a word, he just turned livid, first brushed past my grandfather who was frozen in front of the door, and then dodged past the crowd out of the way.The trailing Lingling also flashed past the crowd, her pale face flashed past like a flash.When Ding Xiaoming passed by my grandfather, my grandfather didn't speak, just twisted his body to watch him walk angrily, but when he passed by my grandfather, my grandfather chased forward a step or two, only one step , stand down and call: "Xiao Ming..." He stomped his feet and turned around. "Lingling's fever is no longer serious, you can give her a size up." He didn't speak immediately, and didn't stop for a long time. My cousin Xiaoming stood in the light, cast a glance at my grandfather, said "Bah!" to the ground, said "Bah!" in front of my grandfather, and snorted again. Hmph, said coldly: "Take care of your son!" Also left. Turned around and walked away. He turned around and dragged Lingling away. At this time, the febrile patients in the school, Zhao Xiuqin, Ding Yuejin, Jia Genzhu, Zhao Dequan, all of them felt that things should not be like this.A big show shouldn't end so easily, they all followed the uncle dragged Lingling across the school yard, stepped over the gate and disappeared, and they all stood where they were, as if they didn't understand what happened, They are still standing there. Just stay so dumb. stand still. Standing idly. The moon is westward. Think of my uncle.Thinking that there should be two people in Zeihuan, the woman has gone, and there is a man.They all turned around.They all saw my uncle come out of the house at some point, all dressed neatly, even the neck button of the coat was tightly buttoned, sitting on the threshold of the barn door, with his head bowed, as if he couldn't get in. The family sits on the threshold like a child, with their arms hanging on their knees.Hanging hands.With his arms hanging and hands hanging, he sat on the threshold like a child who couldn't enter the house, and couldn't get down when he was hungry. Everyone turned their heads to look at my second uncle and grandpa.Waiting to see what my grandfather and uncle will do next. My grandfather stepped forward to do something.He stepped forward and raised his leg suddenly, and kicked my uncle involuntarily: "Hurry up and go back to the house, I want to lose face here to death." My uncle got up and walked into the house.When passing by the crowd, there was a smile on his face.Hanging out a forced smile, looking at the village people, said with a faint smile: "I made you laugh--I made you laugh--please don't let my wife know. People who are about to die, I will be the last one." Afraid that my daughter-in-law would know about it." After walking a long way, he turned around and confessed, "Please, don't let my wife know."