Chapter 5 chapter Five

Sima Lan's family lived under a saponin tree in front of the village. There were three straw huts, two mountain white grass thatch houses, and a courtyard of paulownia trees. Sunlight, and pigs digging soil under the courtyard wall.He was sitting on an armchair, with a bowl of Sunburned Astragalus Herbal Soup beside the chair, basking in the warmth, closing his eyes motionlessly, as if he was dead.Two flies had come out of his latrine and landed on his face as if on a dishcloth hanging out in the sun. With a bang, bang, bang, Sima Lanren lost weight, took off his cotton-padded jacket, and put on a thin jacket like a bent pole.It has been eight days since Du Bo led the deer and the tiger to sell leg skins at the Jiaohuo Academy in the county town, and they should have returned in five or six days, but they have been living for so long.In the past few days, Sima Lan sat on a chair and waited for them after breakfast, and went to the entrance of the village when she was in a hurry, looking at Liang Dao from time to time.The villagers said that the village head, Luhu hasn't returned yet?He said I wasn't waiting for them.The villagers said they were determined to be hospitalized?He said it was because of the brotherhood of the deer and the tiger. Has anyone in the village recovered from this throat disease since ancient times?Apart from Du Guaizi in the previous two generations, is there anyone in the next two generations who lived past forty years old?His thin, sickly yellow face was full of indifference, as if he took human life and death very lightly, and even ignored it long ago, but once someone walked by the beam road, he knew clearly that it was not a deer, a tiger or a tiger. Du Bo, he also stared at him until the man disappeared from near to far, and then he sighed for a long time and retracted his eyes weakly.

On this day, he strolled from the entrance of the village to the beam again, and saw a few people approaching from a distance. When he got closer, he realized that they were people from other villages who were going to the county town to resell medicinal materials. Carrying luggage, talking and laughing.He watched him pass by him without saying a word, and when he was gone, he yelled at him loudly and chased after him, asking if you saw deer, tiger and Dubo in the county town?People ask who are deer, tiger and Dubo?He said that the deer and the tiger were my brothers, and Du Bo was my wife's brother. They went to the Jiaohuo Academy to sell their leg skins so that I could go to the county hospital for surgery.The group of people stared at him for a while, saying that you are not crazy, we know who your brothers, wives and brothers are.After saying that, he left, leaving him standing on the mountain ridge in a daze, thinking that he was the head of a village, and he was in such a predicament of being afraid of death, he laughed dumbly, and tears welled up in his eyes.He stayed silent for a while, and when he turned to go back to the village, he saw Lan Shisi standing behind him.She was still wearing the red sweater, silver-gray straight-leg trousers with trouser patterns, and a light green square scarf around her neck. Her face was covered with a layer of gray misery. She stood with her head bowed, ready to go I went to hoe in the wheat field on the back beam of my house. When she saw him walking towards her, she picked up the hoe and went down to the beam. He stopped her and said loudly apologetically, I am dying. I haven’t visited these days. you.Standing on the path beside the field, leaving her back to him, she neither turned around nor spoke.He walked behind her, raised his voice again, and said, "It's true, forty, I really won't live for a few days."But she said who can stop death, death is death, and you live thirty-nine, which is considered a long life.Without looking back like this, she said icy and frosty, and she went straight down to the beam.

He stood there for a while, and followed her to her field. She hoeed her wheat, and he sat on her field.The last chill of late winter has disappeared, and the sun hangs overhead like a yellow cake.Lianglianglingling, which undulates like the backs of a herd of cattle among the mountains, glows brown in the sun.Few people are working in the open fields.This is the season of hoeing wheat just on the hills, and many people are still lazy in the leisure days of early spring.There were only Sima Lan and Lan Shishi in the field. She was hoeing wheat, picking up stones and tiles and throwing them into the ditch from time to time, and there was a dull yellow sound from the ditch.Sima Lan was sitting on a rock at the top of the field, basking in the warmth, staring at her hoe up and down, and when she came up to him, he said that you must build a waterproof ditch at the top of the field, otherwise the rain would The water will pass through the wheat field, and it is you who I am most sorry for in my life, and you are also the one who is worried.Then she hoeed the wheat and walked back to the distance. The earth-red cracking sound evenly resounded under her hoe, paused for a moment, and then spread around the field.But he cut off what he had said, and when she came back, he continued, "I shouldn't die before you. I'm afraid that in the future you will die without children and no one will take care of your future..." She turned around and hoeed again. The new ridges were gone, so he had no choice but to cut off the conversation again, and waited for her to hoe again and said, after half a month, you should fertilize the wheat field again, and if there is not enough human manure, sprinkle firewood manure again.Say that after I die, you sell some grain, some trees, and feed a pig. I will ask the deer and tiger to help you pull them to the market town. You can sell some money and prepare your own shroud and coffin... So hoeing and talking, the person who said it seemed to be talking to himself, and the person who hoeed seemed to have heard nothing.His words danced lightly among her wheat seedlings, and the creaking of her hoe buried the sound from time to time, and then hoeed again.The sun is getting redder and thicker overhead, and the new soil smell in the field is as thick and fresh as wool in the warmth, forming into balls.In the ditch below him, occasionally the bloody cry of a hare or a weasel can be heard, making the mountain ridge seem more empty and distant.Later, he didn't know when he stopped talking, as if he had finished talking, the only thing left in the world was her earthy sound of howing.He just waited and sat silently, watching the sun general Pingnan, rolled a cigarette by himself, lit it and smoked it, got up behind her and threw the broken stones she hoeed and forgot to pick up into the ditch, and walked silently on the road back to the village .

She finally stopped hoeing and said, "Brother Lan... I think you can survive Maitian." He turned around and stared at her for a while, and found that although she was thirty-seven years old, weathered and weathered, except for a few horizontal lines at the corners of her eyes, she was still as green as five or eight years ago, with the spring charm of a country girl. The breath of early spring was still floating around her face.He smelled the light and sweet fragrance from her body, stretched his neck and swallowed the woman's scent. He said: "I vomited blood. I vomited a mouthful the day before yesterday, and I vomited again yesterday. I really don't have a few days to live."

She stared at him for a long time, as if she wanted to find his dead face from that face, she finally found it, and said softly: "You go. It's time to prepare the coffin. Go to my house and cut down the tung tree." Now, if I want to eat something, no one will do it and go to my house, I figured it out, and I have reached the age of dying, there is nothing to be afraid of." Saying so, a mournful voice came out of her throat, like a tear drawn from there wetted the blue silk, watery, smooth, smooth, soft and gentle.After she finished speaking, she went to hoe her wheat, and the earth-red creak sounded in the open space again.The sunlight fell on her rising and falling hoe like soft glass.He looked at her rising and falling hoe, her tearful face and a strand of sweat-soaked black hair on her forehead, and said, deer and tigers have been selling their skins at the Academy for Eight Days, and if they can sell a good If the price is low, I will go to the county hospital for an operation, and the dead horse will be treated as a living horse doctor.If I can’t sell for money, I’m going to die this spring. When I’m not sick, Zhucui washes and serves my meals, but now she points at Sang and scolds Huai every day. If she wants to beat her, she’s afraid that her body won’t be as strong as hers.After saying this, he reluctantly walked up the beam road, walked along the beam road to the east of the outer village, and never looked back at her.After a few miles, he climbed up a beam, but still did not see Lu Hu and Du Bo, so he sat down for a rest, and then lay down and slept as if dead.

Sima Lan was brought home by her daughter Teng in the hours after lunch.When he got home, he saw Dubo, deer and tiger eating at home.There are four dishes on the table, including eggs, meat, and steamed buns. These are all celebration meals for selling skins and making a lot of money in previous years. If you don't make money, you don't want to be so extravagant.However, in front of the gate, there was no stretcher or trolley that would have been necessary after selling human skins in the past, and the courtyard was also blank.His heart froze coldly.The deer, the tiger, and the Dubuis are all healthy and whole.With the last hope, he took a look at a corner of the courtyard. In the past, he would pack his stretcher or crutches there when he came back from selling the furs, but now there was nothing else except the hanging shovel.He knew the deal was a failure.He thought he had to resign himself to his fate and die.He stepped into the house with gratitude on his face, and said with a smile that you are back?Lu, Hu, and Du Bo stood up from the dinner table in embarrassment, feeling guilty as if they had done something wrong and ate other people's food, saying that the fourth brother went eight days and did not make a deal.

They said that except for the three full days on the road, they spent five days waiting in the fire academy, not daring to leave an inch, but there was no new burn patient brought into the hospital during the five days.The current situation in the outside world really cannot be compared with the past. It is said that now the large and small factories in the city are closed, the workers cannot pay wages, and medical treatment is no longer reimbursed.He said that he also saw families where both husband and wife were workers in the city. They went to the vegetable market to pick up vegetable leaves, and their lives were more difficult than those of us country people.I heard that the county magistrate and secretary of the county party committee will not be able to pay their wages during the Chinese New Year. Who would dare to buy a piece of leather to plant on a little burn?It is not that there are no burn patients, but they are not as rich as in previous years. It is said that there is a man from the government who lives in the Jiaohuo Academy. A piece of skin the size of a palm was scalded off his chest by the boiling water, thinking it was a sum of money. Injustice business, if you ask me if you want to plant it, how much does that person say per inch?Let’s just say that you are a member of the public family, so you can get reimbursed, patch up the piece of skin on your chest, and give me 5,000 yuan.It is said that Sima Lu took a bath, had a blood test, and asked the hospital to cut off the skin on the inside of his right leg, which was as big as a palm, and put it on the man's chest. But when he went to collect the money, the man said what year it was, You three surnamed villages have done a lot of skinny business in Jiaohuoyuan. Have you filed a tax return?How much do you have to make up for?

That man is a bureau chief in the county. He didn't take back a penny, only gave them a bag of supplements, and let them come back.Sure enough, Sima Lan saw that on the table in the room were many snacks, canned food, and malted milk that tasted fishy and sweet, which were found on the bedside tables of hospital beds.Lu, Hu and Du Bo really felt sorry for Sima Lan.Sima Lu also took off the trousers on his right thigh, and let Sima Lan see the white gauze soaked in blood.Sima Hu said: "It's not that we don't want to sell skins, but after a few days we'll run out of dry food and money, and we won't even be able to go back to the Ralou Mountains." Sima Lan sat on a bench with an indifferent face. , took the pair of chopsticks that Teng handed over, ate the scrambled eggs slowly and said, deer, tiger, Dubo, you all sit down and eat, if you lose the sale, you will lose the sale, lest you sell the skins and treat them again. It's not good for my illness, and I can't save myself if I die.

At this time, everyone was sitting at the table again, saying a lot of words of life and death, and the vines, kudzu, and vines also opened the cans that the uncles exchanged their leg skins for.Du Bo also said that although the business failed, the director promised that in the future, anyone in the Sanxing Village who does the leg leather business will not have to file a tax return. Then at this moment, Zhu Cui came in from the kitchen with a pot of bright yellow egg noodle soup .Zhu Cui had a bright smile on her face because the business failed, and she came in and said eat, you all eat, the business is not enough.Then she picked up a few small bowls, filled a bowl of soup for her elder brother Du Bo, put another bowl for her younger brothers deer and tiger, and put them on the table. Finally, when she filled the soup for Sima Lan, the basin bottomed out, so she scraped the spoon on the bottom of the basin. She said, "Father Teng, you also want to open some. After living thirty-nine years, you should be satisfied. Maybe we will not live to your age."Speaking of filling out the only half bowl of egg soup, when Sima Lan wanted to pick up the soup, she handed the soup to the third girl who was choking on biscuits. "Man, eat slowly, drink half a bowl of soup to smooth your throat."

At this time, the sky collapsed and the ground collapsed, and the scene changed violently.Sima Lan's hand holding the soup was frozen in mid-air, as stiff as two withered twigs.His thinned face became pale and gray, and a layer of cloud white soaked from the gray.He gritted his teeth and said, Mother Teng, bring me a bowl of soup.Zhu Cui opened her mouth exaggeratedly and said: "It's gone, you are dying and you are still fighting for soup between your daughter and the guests." Sima Lan poked her eyes and scolded her, saying that without you, go to the kitchen to cook for me. .Zhucui then hid from his sharp eyes, with a relaxed expression on her face, playful and serious, and asked where did you go today?You squatted like a dog in Lan Shi's place for a long time. When you are hungry or thirsty, you come back and let me serve you. Why don't you ask Lan Shi to cook soup for you?Said that you thought you were the former, strong and strong, and the village chief, you could beat me up at every turn, and you could beat me under the bed until midnight, and then ran to Lan Shishi's house with a lantern to tell me about me Absolutely not.Said that I finally survived until you were about to die, and I have served you all my life to the end, if you want to drink soup, you can go to that broken shoe's house.Zhucui yelled in such a high voice, like the blood and dead flesh in her heart melted and spit out, and the faster she spoke, the saliva splashed in all directions, and the hail and raindrops exploded.Sima Lan picked up a spoon and threw it at her. She ran into the yard from the commotion of her brothers and daughters, shouting to the left and right at the top of her voice, neighbors, hurry up and save me, Zhucui, if you don't save me, Sima Lan was about to beat me to death—he was dying, he was afraid that I would still live in this world—then turned around and yelled at the upper room, brother, you can’t ignore your sister, your sister will be angry at Sima’s house for the rest of her life ──Brother Lu and Tiger, you are all witnesses. You said that I have served your brother like an ox like a horse all my life, but your brother still went to look for that sassy woman until now──when he was about to die, he still looked for her that woman...

A whole village was in turmoil amidst the cries of Zhucui, the air was trembling whitely, and the chickens in the courtyard stretched their necks to hide in the corner of the wall or flew out of the courtyard from the courtyard wall.The people in the room froze in bewilderment.The footsteps in the village rushed towards here.Du Bo rushed out of the house and kicked his sister from the door to the outside.Sima Hu, who held the kitchen knife in the air, was hugged tightly by the fifth elder brother Sima Lu behind Du Bai.Vine, kudzu, and vine panicked at the door of the house, and the canned biscuits were still in their hands.There was chaos, clanging all over the world, spittle flying in the air, yelling and roaring everywhere, quarreling one after another, and the collision of pots and bowls fell to the ground dripping with blood.Shoes and stones were flying around in the courtyard, Zhucui was like a bundle of solid firewood, kicked out by her brother Dubo from the door frame, fell to the ground, and immediately got up again, slapping the ashes on the ground. The villagers who rushed over shouted—"Look, Sima Lan was about to die and kicked me from the door to the outside—his brother was going to hack me to death with a kitchen knife. Give him a happy life for the Sima family—he is the village chief, you don’t care who can control him—he is so short-tempered and overbearing, why don’t you just open your eyes and let him die!" The villagers came in waves.The women dragged Du Zhucui, who was full of tears and snot, outside the courtyard. The men rushed into the courtyard of Sima Lan's house, and found the village head, Sima Lan, lying on the table with vegetables and buns in the upper room. His tall body seemed to be stranded on the beach. It twitched like a dried shrimp, and the white foam spit out from the mouth was entwined with bright red blood. ... It rained for a few days. The patter of the first spring rain soaked the Palu mountain range.Sima Lan lay on the bed for several days, not swallowing a drop of water, breathing intermittently, like a piece of hemp rope in that dark room, maintaining his life like a withered leaf.The dampness in the air enveloped his bed in a dark and heavy way, and he didn't know anyone in the village who visited his bed.Needless to say, his death is imminent, and the villagers have already begun to worry about his funeral.After cutting down a big tung tree behind the house, he cut it into two-inch planks and dried them over a fire. Then the carpenter set up a tent in his yard to make a coffin.The sound of woody sawing and planing continued.The paint bucket that oiled the coffin was placed under Sima Lan's window, and the dark coffin smell entered the room through the window, forcing Sima Lan to approach death.For Sima Lan's death, the enthusiasm of his wife Zhucui spread everywhere in Sima's courtyard.The carpenter said poplar or cypress for the sideboard of the coffin head?She said to use cypress wood, and said that he was also the village head after all, and that he would let me give birth to three daughters.The women who made the shrouds said that the shrouds were made of silk or black twill?She said that with silk, a husband and wife will repay a hundred days of kindness a day.Zhucui seems to have suddenly become younger. She wears a rain hat and turns here for a while to deliver a box of cigarettes to the carpenter who made the coffin, and then goes there to deliver a coil of thread to the women who sew shrouds.She flew around like a sparrow, chirping endlessly.On the day when the coffin was stitched together, on the auspicious day when the shroud was sewn into the box, the rain turned and the sky cleared, and a morning sun hung fresh and tender on the head of the village, turning the beams and villages on the mountains The trees, houses, streets and alleys, and trees are all illuminated in a fresh and yellow light.The stagnant water on the street glowed white like a mirror.The women who made the shrouds brought the folded shrouds from each house to Sima Lan's house, and the coffin makers boiled the glue pot until it was sticky and thick, and glued the coffin until there were no stitches.The idle villagers gathered around the coffin in the courtyard of Sima Lan's house and said that if the seam was wide, they needed to add some glue, and if it was uneven, they had to plan it; Whoever sews smaller stitches will have more uniform stitches.Just when there was a lot of chatter, the closed upper door was opened shockingly, and the villagers fell silent with a clatter, and saw the village head Sima Lan holding a door standing in the door frame, like a wooden frame. A mummy.But his cotton-padded jacket and trousers were all neatly dressed, and every button was buttoned up neatly.At that moment, the sun was shining on him head-on, turning his face, as thin as a rusty knife, into an iron blue color, and turning the extraordinarily rough and tangled beard into a ball of shining thorns.All of a sudden, people saw that his hair was completely white, and he was lying alone on the bed for a few days, so that he no longer had his original tall and majestic appearance, as if he had traveled through a black dead end for thousands of miles, and was finally exhausted. I was close to death, but at this time the alley was exhausted and I saw daylight.He squinted his eyes weakly, looked at the white coffin that was closed at the end, looked at the silk shrouds passed by the women, and then his eyes drifted on the daughters like fallen leaves. He said: "Teng, Ge, Man, do you still want Dad to live?" The three daughters yelled "Father" together with tears in their eyes. Sima Lan said: "Come here, help Dad to the door." The three daughters came out from the kitchen and the crowd, Teng hurriedly supported his left arm, Ge Heman supported his right arm, he was like wading in waist-deep water, and people were shocked. His eyes walked towards the door.He walked very slowly, as if he was about to break a rope. When he came to the carpenters, he said, "You should do your work. Even if I don't die, I will need it one day."When he got to the side of the shroud, he said that there was no need to make it so good, and that it would be buried in the soil even if it was the best. Sima Hu was boiling glue, he held the glue pot and said, "Fourth brother, do you dare to move?" Sima Lan asked, "Is your Fifth Brother's leg festered?" Sima Hu said: "I can carry water and split firewood." Sima Lan walked out of the gate.Walking out of the gate, people thought that he would not survive tonight, and the return came.Everyone's last sliver of strength before death will be exhausted in his nostalgia for life.The carpenter whispered to Sima Hu beside him that it was time to inform Du Bo to lead the earthworkers to the cemetery to dig the grave.Sima Hu said that I saw the light in my brother's eyes still glowing with anger.The carpenter said that the eyes of the dying people should be put into the coffin.Sima Hu walked a few steps outside the door, then came back and said, look, my brother can walk without help.All the people pressed their footsteps towards the outside of the gate, and there was a large black cloud standing outside the gate. They saw Sima Lan standing upright, like a maize tree straightened by the wind, walking step by step towards the Lanjia Hutong.The vines, kudzu, and vines followed Sima Lan slowly, step by step, as if Sima Lan fell to the ground at any time, and they would pick him up from midair.The villagers also saw the four father and daughter chatting for a while at the entrance of the alley, like Sima Lan asked something, and asked the three girls to answer, the three girls bowed their heads in silence for a while, and finally nodded, and then they spoke again. Walk forward and backward towards the depths of the alley. Zhu Cui said to the villagers: "What should you do? He is going to say goodbye to people before he dies." They all watched the four of them, father and daughter, stepping through the muddy water to Lan Shisi's house. . In addition to the three main streets of Lan, Du, and Sima's families, the three surnames in the village also have a few small alleys here and there.The four of them, father and daughter, were walking from the Lan surnamed street, and saw a brother of the family who was busy with the funeral, his filial piety hat was like a layer of snow piled up in the air.When Sima Lan asked, he found out that two days ago one of his distant brothers died. Died at 34.He led his daughter to stand at the corner of the street for a while, and turned towards an alley. Unexpectedly, in the alley, a woman surnamed Du hanged herself with a sore throat last night. The daughters cried so hard that the alley was wet with tears.The dead blue on Sima Lan's face became thicker because of this, he said that I really couldn't live anymore, I ran into dead people everywhere, and walked around to the door of Lan Shishi's house. These are three newly built houses with tiles, which have been washed blue by the rain, and even the sulfur smell of the bricks and tiles can be clearly seen in the blue.Lan Shisi was diverting the stagnant water into a ditch in the courtyard, and used a pile of yellow sand under the wall to pave a path. When he looked up, he saw a few people standing in the courtyard. The shovel in her hand was frightened, and the muddy water splashed on her face and bright red sweater, her face turned pale in an instant.She didn't wipe the water drops on her face, and let the water drops hit the ground with a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang , kudzu, and vines, the dead silence is drowned by the courtyard like night fog.When her gaze fell on Teng's face inquiringly, Teng took a few steps forward abruptly, and knelt down towards her in the rain in front of her with a snap. Ge and Man also knelt down. The three sisters knelt in the muddy water, raised their faces, and begged and looked at Lan Sishi mournfully, as if kneeling before a god and staring at the image of a god, and their begging eyes filled the courtyard with dark clouds.The sunlight streaming from overhead shone on their tender faces of seventeen, sixteen, and fifteen years old. Tears flowed across those faces, and a low cry slid down the ground in the courtyard to sob.The eldest Daman kowtowed into the muddy water while crying, and called her forty aunt, the first time in her life, and said in a trembling voice, please save my father, no one can save him except you... I am five Uncle Liu's leather business failed, only you can let my father go to the hospital for surgery.I beg you to go to Jiudu to do a human flesh business? Forty Gu, as long as Dad can live for half a year or a year, you can ask our sisters to do whatever you want... Crying like this, led by Sima Teng , Er Ge and San Man stumbled towards forty and kowtowed, saying the same words as Teng in unison.Their foreheads slammed against the muddy water, and when they lifted it up, a cloud of muddy water poured down toward their eyes and mouths.When Lan Siyi heard that she was begging her to do a human flesh business, the bewilderment on his face immediately faded, followed by a burst of bruising and the cloud gray left behind by the faded bruising.She seemed to be pushed into a desperate situation by the cries and pleadings, and she stood there without daring to move, as if she would fall into the abyss under the cliff and die if she moved, she took the hand that was just about to reach out to hold the vine Quietly retracting, and hanging on the mid-air in a numb manner, she began to examine the man behind them bit by bit.He moved his gaze down one stitch at a time, over the rainwater, over the mud ball, over the yellow sand, and slowly moved up from his shoes, trousers and jacket, and finally set his gaze on the blue face smothered by deep water. face.From those dry well-like eye sockets, she saw two beams of light like red-hot needles, and she saw the light flickering faintly in the two tears, as if the person was still alive at twilight, and died. Then the man died.She was shocked by the flicker of those two eyes, and deterred by a kind of longing.The shame and resentment hidden on her face disappeared, replaced by a straight and resolute face and a half-contemptuous question: "You want to live so much? How good is it to live an extra half a year?" Sima Lan put tears in her eyes, and said, "I know that going to the hospital is a failure?" No one in the village who had undergone surgery before could survive a few months, but now I heard that the county hospital has a new machine, saying that I After the operation, if I can live for another half a year, I will be able to repair the Lingyin Canal and bring the Lingyin Water to the village, so that everyone in the village can live to be 40, 50, 60, 70 or 80 years old.As if Lan Sishi didn't hear what she wanted to hear, he turned his eyes away from his dead face, and looked at the east of the courtyard, as if he was looking at a vast dry mountain range without any boundaries, his eyes suddenly became empty. God, people have become weak.At this time, Teng, Ge, and Man knelt and moved half a step forward, holding his legs with six arms, crying and begging more and more, begging her to do a human flesh business for their sake, begging her to save him. Sima Lan's life once. A courtyard filled with cries and entreaties. After a while of silence, Lan Shishi looked at Sima Lan coldly, and asked with a bang— "Teng, Ge, Man, let me go to Jiudu and Zhengzhou to do human flesh business ten times, but I will let your father and your mother live in separate shops, do you agree or not?" The crying in the courtyard stopped immediately, and there were no flags or drums. The silence spread like night, and the sound of sunlight falling on the stagnant water was as dry and crackling as leaves falling on the sand.The three upturned faces of vines, kudzu, and vines were boarded up on Forty's body, and their eyes shriveled like winter grass and stared blankly.When Sima Lan heard this, she turned her head around, just in time to collide with Forty's eyes, and with a bang, the courtyard was filled with the sound of eye collisions, and Sima Lan's house collapsed amidst the blazing collision sound. In the same way, he also knelt down towards forty. He fell to his knees.