Chapter 18 17 bad legs

17 bad legs "Where is the 'People's Revolutionary Army'?" Erliban suddenly asked Zhao San.This made Zhao San think: "Is Erli Ban a lackey?" He didn't tell him.Two and a half miles away, I went to ask Qingshan again.Qing Shan said: "Don't ask, just wait a few days and follow me!" Erliban was anxious as if he was going to run to the revolutionary army.Qingshan told him in a long voice: "The revolutionary army is in Panshi, can you go there? I don't think you have the guts at all, you can't even kill a sheep." Then he deliberately humiliated him: "Is your goat okay? "

In order to get angry, Erliban immediately had more white eyeballs than black ones.His enthusiasm immediately froze in his heart.Li Qingshan didn't say another word to him, looked out the window at the tree in the sky, shook his head softly, and started to sing a little tune.Two miles and a half before leaving, the woman from Qingshan said to him in the kitchen: "Uncle Li, let's go after dinner!" Seeing Erliban's pitiful look, Qingshan said with a smile: "What are you doing at home, your wife is gone, let's talk about it after dinner!" He has no family of his own, and he is greedy for other people's families.When he raised his chopsticks, he quickly ate a bowl of barley rice, and then he ate two more bowls. He was already smoking before the others finished eating!He didn't drink any soup, he just smoked after eating.

"Have some soup, cabbage soup is good." "No, my wife died for three days, and I haven't eaten anything for three days!" Er Li Ban shook his head. Qing Shan hurriedly asked: "Have your goats eaten any rice?" Two miles and a half full of food, it seems that everything has hope.He wasn't angry, just laughed to himself as usual.He left Aoyama's house satisfied.Smoking his pipe incessantly on the trail.The vastness of the sky did not make him sad, and the toads were screaming loudly by the small river.The small trees by the river are making noise with the wind, he is stepping on his own vegetable field in the past, and he is shaking the heart wave of the past.Not even a vegetable grows in the vegetable field.

Over there, the old lady and the children carried the twilight and crawled on the fields.They met at the end of the ground, and they said two miles away: "Are you digging the ground? Is there any treasure in the ground? If there is, I will squat down and dig it!" A very small child made a crisp sound: "Gleaning the ears of wheat!" The child seemed to be happy, and the old grandmother sighed over there: "Is there a treasure?...My God? The child is screaming with hunger, bring them here Pick up a few ears of wheat, and go home to make dry food for them." Erliban gave the old lady a pipe to smoke. She took the pipe and put it in her mouth without even wiping it.

Clearly she is familiar with smoking and needs it.She raised her shoulders high, her eyes were closed tightly, and thick smoke kept coming out of her mouth and out of her nostrils.That was dangerous, as if her nose was going to catch fire. "It's been more than a month, and I haven't touched the cigarette pouch." She seemed still unwilling to give up the cigarette pipe, but reason forced her.Erliban took it and scratched the pipe on the ground. The world is already so lonely!There are no birds flying in the red clouds in the sky, and no dogs barking on the fences. The old lady slowly took out a ball of paper from her waist. The ball was slowly stretched under her hands, and then folded flat again.

"Go home and have a look! Your wife and child are dead! Who can save you, go home and have a look! Just take a look and you'll understand! " She pointed at the paper as if pointing a charm. It's getting darker!It was so dark that the tent pressed against people's faces.The youngest child hugged his grandmother's thigh after walking a few steps. He kept yelling, "Grandma, my basket is full and I can't lift it!" Grandmother carried the basket for him and pulled him.The older children ran ahead like a guard.When I got home, my grandmother lit the lamp to see that the basket was full of wormwood, and the wormwood was about to flow out from the edge of the basket, but there were no ears of wheat. The grandmother slapped the child on the head and smiled: "Are these all the ears of wheat you picked?" Turning her sad face, she thought: "The child can't know the ears of wheat, it's hard for the child!"

May Festival, although it is summer, is like the autumn wind blowing.Erli half turned off the lights, and appeared fiercely from the eaves. He picked up the kitchen knife and searched the corner, the sheep shed, and under the white tree outside the courtyard.He seemed to have to kill the old sheep immediately in order to keep himself free. This is the eve of two and a half miles away. The old sheep came back screaming, weeds hung between its beards, and it rattled against the fence.The knife in Er Li Ban's hand was raised higher than his head, and he walked towards the railing. The kitchen knife flew out, chopping down the little tree.

The old sheep came up and scratched between his legs.After stroking the sheep's head for a long time, he was very ashamed, praying to the sheep like a Jesus. Early in the morning, he seemed to be talking to sheep, murmuring for a while in the sheep shed, closed the sheep pen, and the sheep grazed in the pen. May Festival, clear blue sky.Old Zhao San didn't think it looked like May Day: the wheat hadn't grown up, the smell of wheat couldn't be smelled, and paper gourds weren't hung in front of every house.He thinks all this has changed!become so fast!Last year's May Festival was clear and clear, as if it was right in front of our eyes. Aren't the children catching butterflies?Isn't he drinking?

He sat on a fallen tree trunk in front of the door, mourning all that had been lost. Li Qingshan passed by him, he dressed up as a "little worker" and rolled up his trousers barefoot, she said to Zhao San: "I'm leaving! There are people waiting in the city, I'm going..." Aoyama made no mention of May Day. Two and a half miles away came lamely, his blue horse-like face seemed to be smiling.He said: "You sit here, I see you are about to rot on this log..." When he looked back for two and a half miles, the old sheep locked in the pen was actually following behind him, and his face immediately became longer: "This old sheep...take care of me! Brother Zhao San! You live a day Take care of me for a day..."

Erban's hand said goodbye to the wool, and his weeping hand touched the wool at the last moment. He walked quickly and followed Li Qingshan in front.Behind him, the old sheep couldn't help whining, and the sheep's beard was slowly swaying... Two and a half miles of unsound legs staggered and fell, far away!blurred!The hills and woods gradually fade away.The sound of sheep was accompanied by the blank neighing of Old Zhao San in the distance. September 9, 1934 (Shanghai Rongguang Bookstore, first edition in December 1935)