Chapter 14 Chapter Twelve

In early summer, one night in early summer, the coolness on the plain made it unbearable to go to bed.Couldn't bear to sit in the house and waste that good night.On nice weather and cool.People from Dingzhuang, Liuzhuang, Gudutou, people on the plain, sick or not, mostly sit at the door or at the head of the village, chatting, talking about the past, the present, men and women. Women, talk ramblings and enjoy the coolness. Uncle and Lingling are also enjoying the coolness.They are sitting on the wheat field.There is a village on one side, and a school on the other. They are two miles away from each other, and they are a little bit in the middle.Quietly guarding a little bit in the middle.The lights on both sides were dimly bright, and dimly dark, making the moonlight and starlight even more bright.This wheat field is a wheat field when the wheat is ripe, but after the wheat season, it is just a flat land, a large idle flat land, just like someone's courtyard.The moon hangs above the head, in the village it looks like it hangs over the head of the village, and here it looks like it hangs over the head, illuminating the entire plain in the color of water.The brightness of a plain is like a lake without a side.It is as flat as a lake, as quiet as a lake, and as bright as a lake.The sound of dogs barking from the village was like fish jumping from the lake.There is also the crop field outside the wheat field, the sound of wheat growing, like the creaking sound of fine water being sucked by sand.Squeaking, the sound was sucked away by the night and drunk.

And the wind.They sat on the vent, enjoying the wind, enjoying the night, and said some words of enjoyment. My uncle said, "Sit down with me." Lingling moved the stool in front of her uncle. They were in front of the house, in the middle of the wheat field, sitting on two small chairs, facing each other, leaning back, a foot away, each other could see each other's face clearly by the moonlight, could see The shadow of the nose on the face under the moonlight, anyone who wants to take a long breath can blow it on the other's face. Lingling said, "Is the noodles I made delicious?"

"Good." My uncle said, "It's hundreds of times better than Song Tingting's." After answering, she took off her shoes, put her feet up on Lingling's lap, enjoyed herself, and turned her head to the sky.Looking at the sky full of stars and baskets all over the sky, enjoying it, she even used her feet to dig around Lingling's body.Pinch her flesh with his toes.Enjoying it, he said to the sky: "It would be nice if we two got married a few years earlier." "What's good?" "Everything is fine." He leaned back again, sat upright, stared at Lingling's face, and looked into the depths, as if looking at a shadow in a well.Lingling also remained motionless for him to see, and the moonlight reflected behind her, like a mirror that didn't move.She was like a person in the mirror, her face was not moving, but her hands were moving. She pinched her uncle's calf with both hands, massaging, giving him all the comfort she could.Give it all to Uncle.There was a warm redness on her face, an indistinct redness, as if she was ashamed, as if she had stripped herself naked and stood in front of her uncle.

Lingling said, "Fortunately, both of us have a fever." Uncle asked, "how lucky?" Lingling said: "No fever, I am Ding Xiaoming's daughter-in-law, you are Song Tingting's man, can we be together in this life?" My uncle thought for a while: "That's true." After saying this, both of them seemed to be grateful for the fever, and moved the stool closer to each other. The uncle put his calf on Lingling's thigh, and let Lingling pinch on his thigh again, massaging and pinching. . After pinching, Lingling took Uncle's legs off her body, put on shoes for him, and helped him make his legs comfortable, then took off the shoes herself, and stretched her feet on Uncle's body without making any trouble, and put them on in an orderly manner. On Uncle's thigh, let him pinch and press.Uncle pinched and pressed randomly on her calf, one after another, starting from the ankle and moving upwards, and said with a little strength:

"Is this heavy?" "Somewhat heavy." "how about this?" "Easy." Uncle then knew how much effort he should use, where to put a lot of effort and where to put a little effort on her legs.Rolled up her trousers, so that her two calves were exposed to the moonlight.There are no sores from fever on the legs, and there are no sores. It is as clean as two pieces of jade pillars, smooth and white, and still moist.The silky and tender legs, and the faint and attractive skin smell, the uncle smelled that smell, rubbed the calf carelessly and said: "Am I comfortable?"

Lingling just laughed: "It's comfortable." Uncle didn't laugh, and said seriously: "Lingling, I want to ask you something serious." Lingling raised her head to the sky like him: "Ask you." Uncle said: "You have to tell the truth." Lingling says: "Ask you." My uncle thinks for a while: "Do you think I can survive this summer?" Lingling was startled: "What are you asking for?" My uncle said: "Ask." Lingling says: "Didn't the people in your village say that if you survive one winter, you will have a good year to live?"

My uncle was still pinching her leg and said: "In the past few days, I have been dreaming that my mother will call me." Lingling was a little startled, she turned her body back, pulled her legs out of her uncle's hand, put on her shoes, stared blankly at her uncle's face, as if she saw something, as if she didn't see anything, tried ask: "What did your mother say?" My uncle said: "On a hot day, my mother said that she was cold when she slept, and that my father's life span was not yet reached. She asked me to sleep on her bedside to warm her feet."

Lingling didn't speak, thinking about what my uncle said. Uncle remained silent, thinking about what mother had said by his bedside. Time passed silently, and after a long while, Lingling stared at her uncle's face again: "How long has your mother been dead?" My uncle said: "The year the blood was sold." Lingling says: "My father also died in that year." "What the hell?" "Hepatitis disease." "It's not because of selling blood, is it?" "Can't tell." The two of them didn't speak, they were dead silent, dead silent, as if there was no one in this world, even they disappeared from this world.gone.Already buried in the ground.There is nothing but earth, crops, wind, and insects chirping on summer nights.And the moonlight.In the shining moonlight, the chirping of insects in the crop field came softly, like a person standing on the edge of a tomb, listening to the crickets chirping from inside the tomb and from the cracks in the coffin. It makes people feel cold, and feels that the cry has penetrated into people's bones.Like a gust of icy prickly wind, it blows into the bones and marrow of a person, making one tremble uncontrollably.But Lingling didn't tremble, and neither did my uncle.If you talk too much about death, you are not afraid of death.They looked at each other, and one said:

"It's getting late." Another said: "It's time to sleep." I went into the house and went to sleep.After entering the house and closing the door, there was a warm smell in the room immediately. There is a starched smell that lingers for days. There is a smell of newlyweds and new beds. It was this day, on this cool night in early summer, they enjoyed it like everyone else, talked a lot on the wheat field, and went back to the house to do things like husband and wife.On the bed, the wax is shining, and there is a hazy scene in the room.Misty scene.While doing the couple's work, Lingling suddenly said:

"Liang, you have to think of me in your heart." My uncle said: "I am thinking of you in my heart." Lingling said, "You're not thinking of me." My uncle said: "Whoever doesn't think about you is a dog." Lingling said: "I have a way to make you not think of your mother thinking of me in your heart." "What method?" "You think of me as your mother, instead of calling me Lingling, call me your mother. If you call me your mother, you won't dream of your mother. You won't think about that early death." Uncle didn't speak, stopped what he was doing and stared at Lingling's face.

Lingling struggled to sit up from under her uncle, and faced her uncle. "I haven't had a father for ten years, and you haven't had a mother for ten years," Lingling said: "From now on, you will be my father, and I will be your mother," she said, blushing with pain, it wasn't them doing that on the bed The red is the red that finally said a word.Proper red.Uncle knows that she is usually a shy person, a person who bows her head when she talks, but in her nature, when there are no people, only when they are together, her shame is still there, but people will reveal a lot of wilderness, sometimes compared to others. Uncle is still wild. After all, she was just in her twenties, young. In the final analysis, she is also a dying person, living the next day is a day, and being happy is a day. She threw the quilt away from her body, sat naked on the head of the bed, looked at her naked uncle, with a child's smile on her face, playful, and said with a smile: "That's right, from now on you will Call me mother. Call me mother. What do you call me? I feel sorry for me, what do you do if I tell you, just like my father is still alive in this world." After finishing speaking, she rubbed her body against her uncle, like a child rubbing against an adult, tenderly Looking up, he looked up at his uncle's face.He stopped smiling, but there was a faint smile on his face, a thin layer of smile, as if begging him to call her mother immediately, as if she immediately wanted to call him father, she even touched him with the tip of her finger, and touched him with the tip of her tongue. Go and lick him.Licking the hot sore on his chest, like a steamy breeze passing over the sore tip.Itchy.Numb crisp itch.The itching made my uncle unbearable, he wanted to laugh, and wanted to throw her under his body. Uncle said: "You are a goblin." Lingling said: "You are a male goblin." Uncle said: "You are a fox fairy." Lingling said: "You are a male fox." Uncle said again: "Mom—I want to do that." Lingling was stunned, as if she didn't expect my uncle to call her mother seriously.When she really called her, she was a little frightened. She raised her head and stared at Uncle's face. If she wanted to tell the truth from the face, she would see that Uncle still had a grinning smile on his face. , a reckless smile, a shallow and simple smile, reckless and serious.As if dissatisfied with the anger on that face, when the uncle was about to strike at Lingling again, Lingling gently took her uncle's hand aside, and the uncle couldn't bear it anymore, stopped smiling, and looked at Lingling silently with a serious expression on his face. After a while, he opened his mouth and called out: "mother--" Lingling didn't answer, and there were tears in her uncle's eyes again.She didn't let the tears come out, she was silent for a while, as if to reward him, because he asked his mother to reward him, and then went to take the hand she had put aside just now, picked it up and placed it on her breast. There was silence in the room, and there was no other sound except their voices.And the sound of the bed.The bed creaked.There was a creaking sound, as if a leg was about to break.They didn't care about the broken leg and the collapse of the bed, they just did it crazily on that bed. Also do crazy. Do like crazy. The quilt was kicked off to the bottom of the bed.Leave it alone and let it fall under the bed. Their clothes also fell under the bed.Leave it alone and let it fall under the bed. Doing things like crazy, everything fell under the bed. Go crazy, everything falls under the bed. On the coming day, Lingling woke up when the sun rose to mid-air.I thought that what happened last night, the madness last night, would exhaust me to death, and I dreamed that I would die in a dream, but I would still be alive in the next day. Lingling woke up first, and heard her uncle's snoring muffled in the room. Thinking of the madness of the two of them last night, he called her mother, and she called him father.Crazy.Parents' madness.Thinking about going crazy, thinking about screaming, she blushed beside her uncle, smiled, got out of bed softly, opened the door lightly, Sunguang pushed her head-on, swayed, and stood firmly on the doorway , and saw that the sun had already set, and it was approaching noon.Looking at the wheat field outside the door, it is blue in color, and there is a wave of gold flying in the field.Not far away in Dingzhuang, it was still as quiet as ever.Quietly, there was a group of villagers walking towards the village from behind the house where they lived, carrying shovels, ropes, and poles.Most of them don't speak.There are a few people wearing filial piety hats and filial gowns, most of whom are silent, with dull faces, neither sad nor happy.Those who carried the shovel and the pole were talking and laughing, saying that don't think this year's weather is good and the wheat is growing well, but there will be a severe drought in autumn.Ask why? Say what it says in the perpetual calendar.It is said that there will be a severe drought in June.As she spoke, she arrived at the corner of the Maichang house. Lingling saw these people from Dingzhuang, and saw that she was a neighbor of Ding Xiaoming's daughter-in-law, so she stood in the corner and asked loudly: "Uncle—who died?" "——Zhao Xiuqin." Lingling was stunned: "A few days ago I saw her bring a bagful of rice home from school." The neighbor said: "She is already doing well. She has lived for more than a year since she had a fever. It is because A few days ago, she returned home with a bagful of rice, put the rice at the door of the house, and it was eaten by her pig in a blink of an eye. She got angry with which pig, chased and beat the pig, and the pig's spine was bleeding, but She was tired, had blood on her stomach, and passed away in the middle of the night before yesterday." Lingling stood there with a stiff blue on her face, as if there was a fishy smell in her stomach.Carefully savoring the taste in his mouth with his tongue, it seemed that there was no smell of blood.I was relieved, but felt a little flustered in my heart, so I put my hands on the corner of the wall. Neighbor said: "Don't cook your lunch yet?" Lingling said, "This is burning." They left.A group of funeral procession left.Looking at the funeral procession, when they were about to turn around, they saw Ding Xiaoming behind the crowd, also holding a funeral shovel in his hand. For some reason, he fell behind the crowd.He wanted to turn around and go back to the house immediately, but Ding Xiaoming had already seen her, and it seemed that he could not hide in time, so he had no choice but to look up at Ding Xiaoming: "Have you gone to help others?" Xiao Ming looked at her: "Aunt Xiuqin's family and homes have passed away, you live here like a ghost, why are you still alive? Why didn't you die earlier." He spoke loudly , Sprayed on her like gunpowder, and before she could say anything else, he walked past her with a blue face, and quickly chased the people who were walking ahead. Lingling just stood there in a daze, looking at Ding Xiaoming who had gone away, and slowly returned to the house from the wheat field, seeing that her uncle had woken up and was sitting by the bed and getting dressed, she shed tears and cried Say: "Father, let's really get married. Get married every two days, and live in the manor as soon as we get married, okay? Let's live a few days in a dignified way while we're alive, okay?"