Chapter 6 Chapter 5-1

In one year, Xiaohuan changed two jobs.She first went to a steel factory as a temporary worker and learned to engrave characters. After learning, she said that it was too boring. Engraving a character code took half of her life's thoughts.It takes several lifetimes to engrave more than ten characters a day.She quit her job and stayed at home for two months, and she got a good temper after being idle, so she went to a hotel.Xiaohuan people are festive, looking for a job takes advantage.The hotel where Xiaohuan works is near the train station, and there are a lot of guests coming and going, and she chatted with some, so it seems that she won't change jobs for a while.Xiaohuan's hands are loose, she doesn't know how to calculate since she was a child, and the money she earns is not enough for her to spend.There are always two sets of clothes to go to work, so she has to spend money ripping cloth and cutting clothes.By the way, the cloth is also pulled by Duohe.When the store was dealing with scraps of cloth, she would buy more than a dozen pieces at a time and make a suit for the girl and the two boys.The two boys were only half a year old, and they were wearing red, willow and green cloth clothes that Xiaohuan bought for them. Everyone recognized them as a pair of twin girls.Xiaohuan's greatest hatred for hotel work is being on duty.She had to sit in the duty room for sixteen hours on Sunday at the end of each month.

It happened on a Sunday.Xiaohuan went to the hotel to be on duty early in the morning, and Zhang Jian got up as soon as she left. He leaned on the balcony railing to smoke, and heard someone behind him open the window.Many cranes.Her eyes were on the back of his neck, on the back of his neck, on the thick, stiff bristle of a scrubbing brush.Xiaohuan was not there, it was as if they could hear each other's heartbeat. The heat in autumn is also different.The hot air from steel mills in the distance will not stay in the air for a long time.It would be great if this family didn't have Duohe, Zhang Jian thought hard.He saw the neighbors going out one by one, the fathers were sitting on the back seat of the bicycle with the mother holding the baby, and the older child and the second child were sitting on the front pole of the bicycle, complaining, laughing and cursing from the downstairs path to the main road, letting them His eyes were so hot that he was dumbfounded.His bicycle can also be decorated in various colors, and a small seat welded by himself is added to the front pole for the girl to sit on. Xiaohuan sits on the back seat with the older child on his back and the second child in his arms.They can also be an eye-catching family, but there is an extra Duohe.

Zhang Jian smoked two Donghai cigarettes and walked into the big house, hearing the squeaky voice of the girl just waking up.As soon as she woke up, she ran to the little aunt in the hut, and the girl seemed to say that she would do what her brother did.No one can control the conversation between Dahe and the girl, and Japanese characters are mixed smoothly like this.He walked to the door of the hut with a gloomy expression on his face. "Girl, our family doesn't speak foreign languages." "You didn't speak a foreign language." The girl raised two wide eyebrows that were exactly the same as his.

"Why do I not understand what you just said?" The girl stared at him blankly, and said after a while: "Then you speak a foreign language." He felt that Dahe's eyes were on his right hand now.He beat the girl twice.That's when he got up as a donkey.Usually he is very fond of the girl, and the broken steel pieces he picked up from the fitter will be turned into a small table and chair for the girl to pretend to be a doll's house.When he beat the girl, the two women became buddies.Dahe would attack him from behind, headbutting him in the lower back.Xiaohuan's mouth is the murder weapon, and she has a long string of disgusting words: Why are you so capable?Lick the leader's asshole in the factory to be the team leader, and come back to pick up the tenderest meat and beat it!

He looked at the girl's feet and said, "Dahe, our family is Chinese." The girl was wearing a pair of white cloth sandals with a small ring on the upper and a sole made by Dahe.The girl's clean toenails were exposed outside the white cloth sandals.You can't find such white cloth sandals and translucent pink toenails in this city. This house can be seen everywhere in Dahe's stubbornness: the polished concrete floor, the ironed clothes, the three children's hair styles regardless of gender, and the spotless shoes and socks. If everything can be done again, if there is no war and the Japanese have been cattle in China for so many years, Zhang Jian will marry Duohe.He doesn't care what country she is from.

He just stood there, in front of her dark eyes, startled by the thought: Will I marry her? !I love her? ! After breakfast, Duohe babbled and sang Japanese nursery rhymes, tied the eldest child and the second child to the chest and back, and held the girl with one hand.Only then did he realize: these four people are going out.where to gogo to the park.Do you know the way?I don't know, the girl does. Zhang Jian stood up while putting a shirt on his shirtless body.Dahe looked at him, the smile on his face didn't dare to come up, but now it suddenly came up.She ran back to her hut, Zhang Jian heard her open the wooden box.After a while, the lid of the box snapped shut, and Dahe came out wearing a floral dress, a floral sun hat, and a floral cloth kun bag with ruffles.She trotted in the unit of more than 30 square meters, her steps were fast but unsteady.

This is the first time that Duohe has officially gone out, not to mention going out with Zhang Jian and three children, and she is wearing all her belongings. Neighbors who played cards and chess in the corridor watched the steel factory crane driver, Master Zhang, tie up two children one after the other. Master Zhang raised his head to block the sun for him and his two sons. People think what's wrong with such a family team?But I was too lazy to think clearly, and soon returned to their chessboard and card table. Zhang Jian took the women and children by train and came to the Yangtze River.He heard from people in the factory that this is a famous historic site, and that on weekends, tourists from Nanjing and Shanghai are everywhere, and there are long queues at the snack bar, and people have to wait for seats at the outdoor tea stalls.

They sat on the stone bench and ate a few rice balls that Duohe made impromptu, each with a piece of pickled radish in the heart. Dahe spoke her Chinese upside down, and sometimes Zhang Jian didn't understand, so the girl would do the translation.In the afternoon, the weather was sweltering, and they went to a bamboo grove. Zhang Jian spread out his coat and put the children on it.Dahe was reluctant to spend time resting his feet, saying that he would go down to the rocks in the river.Zhang Jian woke up from a nap, the sun was setting, and Duohe still hadn't come back.He tied up the older and second children, and led the girl out of the bamboo forest.

Many people gathered in front of the Shisheng Temple to watch the bonsai exhibition. Zhang Jian squeezed in, but there was no sign of Duohe.He was cursing in his heart: she had never gone out before, and she was still playing around in spite of herself.At this moment, he suddenly saw a flamboyant figure through the crowd: Duohe was so anxious that his face was disfigured, he looked around, and his steps were even more awkward. For some reason, Zhang Jian avoided her gaze.His heart was thundering, and his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear the desperate question in his heart: What are you doing? !are you crazy? !Do you really want to lose this woman as you said back then?He also couldn't hear the voice in his heart: it's a good time, once in a lifetime, she asked for it!

He took the children to a small restaurant, touched his pockets, and found that it was broken. He gave the only five yuan bill he had to Dahe, fearing that she would spend it in case.It turned out that he had planned it: Giving her five yuan could buy him a few minutes of peace of mind, at least she would not starve to death for a few days.It turned out that he had a premeditated plan when he went out in the morning: instead of taking her to the park she originally wanted to go to, he took her to this dangerous place with high mountains and rivers.He had a premeditated plan the moment he saw her breastfeeding, touched her nipple with his hand, and his heart suddenly swung... Did he have it?

The sky darkened and a good rain came.The proprietress of the small restaurant was very kind, pouring cups of boiling water for him and the children.The girl asked more than a hundred times: Where did Auntie go? Zhang Jian handed over the children to the proprietress and ran into the rain.He ran up the hill along the winding path, and soon he ran back along the road.The path hangs on the side of the mountain and leads to the river.The river water eddies one after another, once it falls into it, it can eat people without spitting out bones. Zhang Jian cried.From his teens to his thirties, he never cried, even when the baby in Xiaohuan's womb died, his nose was sore.He cried, Duohe never went out, never spent a dime, the first time he went out, the first time he put five yuan on his body, it was lost.Does she know how to spend money on food?Could she keep her from being thought of as a fool or dumb or unsound?Would people understand her queer, garbled speech?She will not tell people that she is Japanese, she knows the pros and cons.Does she really know?Zhang Jian cried for the children who had no mothers since then. The eldest child and the second child were half a year old, and suddenly cut off the rations they were used to eating.But the children will be much better than him, after all, they are children, and they forget quickly.I hope he also forgets sooner, when the cement floor is no longer so clean and blue, and the clothes no longer have the scent of rice milk mixed with toilet water and the creases of ironing that are cut by a knife, he will be able to forget Dahe lightly . He trembled all over, as if soaked by his own tears.Where the river and the sky meet, there are boats playing their flutes in a "woo-woo".His face fell suddenly to his knees, and his chest was filled with sobs.Is there any way to forget the smiling face Dahe gave him at the end?She heard that he was going to take her out, go back to change clothes and comb her hair, and secretly sprayed the children's prickly heat powder on her face.Her last smile was bright: the prickly heat powder was washed away by sweat and mixed with dust. When Zhang Jian returned to the small restaurant, it was already late, and the restaurant began to serve dinner. The girl was sitting on a bench, and the eldest and second children were lying on the bed made up of four benches, and fell asleep.The proprietress said that the girl fed the soaked steamed buns to her younger brother, and she ate a cold rice dumpling herself. "Where's my aunt?" the girl asked immediately. "Auntie went home first." He said.The water from the hair dripped coldly down the temples. "why?" "She...has a stomachache." "why why?" Zhang Jian used an old trick: he couldn't hear the girl's words at all.Among the dinner guests was a middle-aged man. He said that he had talked with the little girl and knew their surnames, which district and which building they lived in.While tying his sons to his body, Zhang Jian thanked the strange middle-aged man and the proprietress. "Where's my aunt's?" the girl asked. He looks at his daughter.How long will it take before Duohe's words and tone don't exist in the girl's language? "Where's my aunt?" The girl gestured at the oil-paper umbrella. How could he come back drenched when he went out with an umbrella?He can't afford to spend the time and energy to pursue it. "Did my aunt come home out of anger?" When he arrived at the ticket window of the train station, the girl asked him this.No need to guess, it means train.He asked the conductor to be kind and detain his work card, sell him a ticket first, and redeem the work card after he sent the money.The conductor looked at him and the three children, the tragedy and honesty were clear at a glance.He led them straight into the box office and told them to wait for the slow train at nine o'clock. It was still very lively on the train.After a day of sightseeing, people from big cities who ate the aquatic products of the Yangtze River set up tea tables on the train and ate dried tofu, a local specialty.The final stop of the slow train was Nanjing, and a Shanghai farce was played on the radio, about a volunteer soldier returning home for a blind date.Passengers who understood it burst into laughter.The two boys slept soundly, and the girl turned her face out of the window, looking at her own shadow cast on the dark glass.Perhaps she was looking at the silhouette of her father projected above.Zhang Jian sat opposite her, holding the second child in his arms, with one foot stretched out on the opposite seat, blocking the older child lying on the chair.The second child and the older child look exactly the same, but for some reason Zhang Jian is partial to the second child. "Dad, did my aunt come home on a gas (Japanese: Kishya, train)?" "Ok." The girl has asked no less than ten times.After a few minutes, the girl spoke again: "Father, I will sleep with my aunt tonight." Zhang Jian couldn't hear her anymore.A few minutes later, Zhang Jian felt tears welling up again, so he hurriedly interrupted himself and smiled at the girl. "Girl, father, mother and aunt, who do you like best?" The girl stared at him with black eyes.The girl is smart, and feels that the elders are setting up a trap for saying such things, and no matter how they answer, they will inevitably fall into it.The girl's refusal to answer has betrayed herself: if she had been more serious about Xiaohuan and Zhang Jian, she would have spoken out without hesitation.She just loves her aunt Duohe more.Zhang Jian thought that the girl's feelings for this aunt with an ambiguous identity and a strange status were beyond her own comprehension. "Auntie went home in a fit of anger." The girl looked at her father and said.The eyes were exactly the same as his, but at this moment they were wide open, allowing Zhang Jian to see his own expression of curiosity, suspicion or fear. "Call the train out of anger." Zhang Jian said. The girl is already a first grade student.She was "outraged" on the left and "outraged" on the right at school, it was terrible.But the girl refused his instruction, and said after a while: "My aunt doesn't know our building when you get angry at our house." "It's the train! Can you speak Chinese?!" Zhang Jian's voice suddenly overwhelmed the jokes of the comedians, yelling at all the tourists chewing dried tofu around him, and quietly listening to Zhang Jian, "Huo- - Car! What grandma's anger? Train! Read it to me three times!" The girl looked at him, her eyes rounded and her gaze became intense. "Speak Chinese well!" Zhang Jian said.All the people in the car were trained by him.His tears made his nose swell and his brain sore.He didn't want to hear the girl "gas down" one by one, his memory of Dahe was hopeless to fade away. The girl was still looking at him.He could see that there were hundreds of "qi" closed in her full and tender red lips.Her eyes were his, but her vision was not.Dohe's?He didn't seem to have noticed what kind of eyes Dahe had.With a shiver, he suddenly understood.Her vision is her grandfather, maybe grandpa, or uncle, uncle, that distant blood with heroic spirit and murderous intent. Zhang Jian averted his eyes.Dahe's shadow can never be erased.His parents spent seven oceans, thinking they were only buying a set of bellies for bearing children.Is it that simple?It's so stupid. Dahe is lost.This is a ready-made reason.Half true.A little bit of truth.a little half... There is only a little truth in Zhang Jian's sentence to the girl and Xiaohuan's iron mouth and steel teeth: Duohe himself is going down to that big rock in the river—many people are going down—and then he got lost.After hearing this, the girl cried herself to sleep.The seven-year-old has absolute hope for everything: the people's police will find my aunt in a few days.Mom and Dad will also find Auntie back.My aunt will go to the people's police by herself.For a seven-year-old heart, there is hope everywhere in the world.So the girl gets up in the morning, brushes her teeth, washes her face, eats breakfast, and goes to school as usual.At least on the surface, it can't be seen that she has any doubts about the "missing aunt". Xiaohuan got off work at midnight last night.As soon as she came home and saw Zhang Jian messing about with the crying child in her arms, she understood more than half of it.She went up to hug the child and gave him a "pooh".He asked what he meant, and she said that he had done something immoral after all.In the morning when the girl went to school and left home, Xiaohuan asked Zhang Jian to call the workshop and ask for a day off. "How many things does the team leader have to do? Can't sue for leave!" "If you can't tell me, you will resign as the team leader!" "Who will support this big family after resigning?" "Is there any way to keep them alive? One by one, they put them in their pockets, and went to the mountains to wander around, and let them go again." "shit!" "The old society is over, and it's not popular to sell people. Otherwise, the pockets will put the children's wives out to be weighed and sold, and they will be used as team leaders to earn the hard-earned money? All the children eat good milk and grow up. Selling A good price is enough to spend the rest of my life!" Xiaohuan raised her round face, as if scolding someone on the other side of the south wall, and took out the small flower cloth bag and flower sun hat from the box. "Where is your grandma's going?" "Put on your shoes and follow me." "I'm not going to the police station!" "That's right. Going to the police station is a surrender, isn't it?" "Then where are you going?" "Where did you throw her away, where will I go with you." "She ran away by herself! It's not like she hasn't escaped before! Didn't you still ask her to feed an unfamiliar Japanese she-wolf?" "The little she-wolf can't beat your Siberian tiger." "Xiaohuan, she doesn't feel comfortable staying in our house. Let her be comfortable." "Our house is not comfortable, but it is her house. No matter how inappropriate it is, can she live outside of this house? Catch American Jiang agents, Japanese spies, and reactionaries everywhere! Our hotel often has plainclothes police officers who come out in the middle of the night Check every house, even the latrine pit. Where do you want her to go?" "Then who let her get lost by herself?" Zhang Jian never let go, never softened his heart, he said to himself, the most painful is this moment, and the most difficult is the first few days.The child was weaned from breastfeeding and refused to eat porridge, but he was honest after the second meal.Why was he crying like that when he was sitting on the stone steps by the river? He was crying for the part of his heart that died for Duohe.I have cried and cried, and the painful part of my heart has to be buried anyway. After that, I have to live and support the living, adults and children.He must not soften his heart and let go, saying: Then go find her and come back. What's more, even if you look for it, you may not be able to find it back. In addition to reporting the case to the Public Security Bureau, reporting the case will cause big trouble.The Zhang family has been good people for generations, and they have always taken the case involved very seriously.Buying and selling people, forcing women to have children, and abandoning women will ruin the family?He didn't dare to think about it. "Zhang Liangjian, let me tell you, if you don't bring her back, you will kill someone. You know that if you throw her outside, she won't survive. You are deliberately killing someone." Xiaohuan became anxious and kept calling him by his old name. , with first and last names, like a verdict.She went out to work and learned a lot of words in the society, "deliberate murder" is also new. "Are you going to look for it?" "I'm not going. I can't find it." "I can't find it? I understand." Xiaohuan grinned grimly, her gold-rimmed teeth shone coldly, "You put her in your pocket and put her in the river!" "She's so obedient? Get it in her pocket?! Grandma's!" "You coax. Otherwise, why would she obediently follow you on the train, obediently let you be kidnapped to the big rock by the river?" "Zhu Xiaohuan, you spitting blood! You know I treat you...the children have grown up, and this family can't live a normal life..." Zhang Jian's half-closed camel eyes were so weak and sad. "Don't blame me and the children. You are doing this for this family? How can we women and children afford such a big love? We can't accept your love. If you want to do this, I will take the children back to my natal home. Otherwise, I am afraid that you will succeed this time, and next time you will take the children out, hide in a corner, and watch them get lost! You are now a celebrity in the factory, You have to make progress, these semi-japanese bastards are hindering your progress!" Xiaohuan put on her shoes and walked out the door.Zhang Jian followed out.It was ten o'clock in the morning when the two came to the riverside, and there were no tourists.Xiaohuan asked a manager if he had seen a woman in her mid-twenty-six or seventeen years old.What other features?The hair is coiled into a big bun.anything else?The eyebrows are very black and the face is very white. He bows when he speaks, and bows again when he finishes speaking.anything else?Also, at first glance, it looks different from ordinary Chinese lesbians.What's different?Everywhere is different.So is she a Chinese lesbian? Zhang Jian stepped forward and said that the woman was wearing a floral dress with red, green, and yellow dots on a white background. The ticket seller said he had no impression, how many tourists were there yesterday?There are even five or six foreigners. Zhang Jian and Xiaohuan walked up and down the winding path on the mountain several times, and when they met people pruning flowers and trees, sweeping the floor, and selling popsicle boxes, everyone asked about this woman who was different from "Chinese lesbians" Shake your head. Most of the rocks protruding into the river were submerged by the river tide.Ships "whoop" in the fog on the river.Zhang Jian really felt that Duohe was dead, and he was the one who killed him.To choose one of two lovers is the only thing he can do. They searched all day.You can't keep looking for it regardless of your hunger and thirst.Nor can the children be entrusted to the neighborhood committee to take care of them all the time.Zhang Jian and Xiaohuan took the slow train at 9 o'clock and headed south. He saw Xiaohuan leaning on the back of the chair with her eyes closed, and thought she was making up for the lack of sleep on duty, but she suddenly shrugged her shoulders and opened her eyes wide Xue Liang, as soon as he saw Zhang Jian sitting across from him, he leaned back and closed his eyes.It seemed that she had some new ideas, but found that the person opposite her was not worthy of her trust, so she wanted to give up. In the next few days, Zhang Jian gradually knew what Xiaohuan's new idea was.She went to the shelters in surrounding cities and counties to check the people who were detained, but she couldn't find Dahe.Without Duohe, Xiaohuan had to ask for leave to take care of the two-and-a-half-year-old boy and the school girl.The older and second children are not used to Xiaohuan: Xiaohuan changes their diapers twice a day, while Dahe changes at least six times.Also because Xiaohuan did not wash the diapers frequently, the diapers did not have enough time to dry, so they had to endure half-wet diapers, and soon they began to suffer from extremely itchy diaper rash.The girl also quit the children's choir, and ran home every day after school, the tin pencil case on her butt clinking all the way.She has to help wash vegetables and rice.Because Xiaohuan took his younger brother to the neighbor's house to visit in the afternoon, and taught the neighbor's sister-in-law and sister how to make bean-stuffed goat and bean-stuffed hedgehog.Anyway, Xiaohuan was used to talking nonsense, and people didn't take "my sister ran away with someone" seriously about Duohe's whereabouts. It has only been ten days, and the cement floor, which is always clean and shining with a blue luster, is covered with a layer of oil stains.Xiaohuan made dumplings and minced meat in the aisle, and she didn't clean up the fat splashed all over the floor.She was always the first to sit down when eating, and when others followed suit, she would remember that the food hadn't been served yet.When the dishes were served, she forgot to set chopsticks for everyone.And she always swears at people while working: the vegetable seller sells mud as vegetables, which makes it easy for her to wash;Otherwise it would be: Zhang Jian, the soy sauce is gone, come and get some soy sauce for me!Girl, I'm too lazy to sew maggots on my bones, so I want you to wash a pot of diapers and let me soak them for a day! Originally, Xiaohuan's job in the hotel was a temporary worker, and if she didn't go to work for half a month, the warning came.Xiaohuan couldn't leave her two-and-a-half-year-old child behind, so she could only resign from a hard-won job. One day Zhang Jian fetched a basin of water, sat on the edge of the bed, and scrubbed his feet with soap.Xiaohuan sat down and watched his feet worryingly turning the water that had turned gray from the soap. "Duohe left for twenty days, right?" Xiaohuan said. "Twenty-one days." Zhang Jian said. Xiaohuan patted his head.She doesn't want to say that washing feet with soap is forced by Dahe.Zhang Jian never seriously resisted Duohe's coercion.Who will resist?Dahe's coercion is that she quietly took small steps to bring a basin of hot water, put it at your feet, and put a piece of soap.She will squat and kneel down and take off your socks.When she lowered her head to test the water temperature, everyone would surrender.I didn't have her for twenty-one days, and I still washed my feet in her way.How long will it take for Xiaohuan to completely subdue Zhang Jian? Will he be whole after being subdued? A month later, Zhang Jian couldn't stand the family anymore.That day, he worked the big night shift, woke up, fetched a bucket of water, and rubbed the ground with his buttocks pouted like Dahe.It takes a few minutes to rub a clean spot.While rubbing, I heard a female neighbor yelling: "Ouch! Isn't this my aunt?" Zhang Jian's knees hit the ground somehow. "What's wrong with you, auntie...how did you become like this..." The female neighbor's high-pitched voice sounded like she had seen a ghost. The door opened behind Zhang Jian.Zhang Jian turned his head and saw that the woman who came in was like a dirty flower shadow: the flower dress could be seen as a quilt, mattress, towel, and bandage for a month, and no one would believe that it was originally a white background.Behind Duohe, the female neighbor opened her hands empty, but she didn't dare to support such a dirty and weak thing. "Why are you back?" Zhang Jian asked.He wanted to get up from the ground, but he couldn't get up. A kind of forgiveness-like fear and lethargy caused him to collapse there. Dahe's hair was draped like a female ghost. It seemed that everyone underestimated the thickness of her hair.Xiaohuan also came out of the kitchen at this time, put down the spatula in her hand, and ran up to hug Duohe. "What's wrong with you? Ah?!" She cried, holding up Dahe's face for a while to look at it, then hugged it in her arms, and holding it up again for a while to look at it.The face was very black, but there was a layer of gray, and the eyes were dead. The female neighbor shared the sorrow and joy of the family's reunion full of doubts, muttering: "It will be fine when you come back, and you will be fine when you come back." No one in the Zhang family cared about the disgust and pity in her eyes.This confirmed what the neighbors had suspected about her: she was a lunatic. The door closed behind the female neighbor.Xiaohuan stabilized Duohe on the chair, and yelled at Zhang Jian to make sugar and boil water.Xiaohuan has always been sloppy about hygiene, and at this time she also thinks that Duohe urgently needs hygiene.Just as Zhang Jian was sent to make sugar water by her, she urgently asked him to wring out the diaper soaked in the wooden bathtub, and let Dahe take a bath first. Dahe jumped up from the chair and pushed open the door of the hut with a bang.Two boys lay in a pile of cotton batting because their piss-soaked sheets hadn't been washed yet.The smell in the room is rich, food, smoke, and excretion, mixed into a hot mass.The children gnawed square poker cards into round ones, and gnawed steamed buns all over the bed.Dahe went up, picked up a child with one hand, crossed his legs, and sat on the bed. The children were immediately placed firmly.She unbuttoned the breast of the mop-like filthy dress, and the children bit the nipples without opening their eyes.After a few seconds, the children spit out the nipples one after another.Dahe stuffed the nipples into their mouths again, and this time they spit them out immediately, like spitting out the skins of two shriveled grapes that have been emptied of juice and flesh.The eldest child and the second child slept soundly, but when they were woken up to drink their dry nipples, they all turned their backs, crying and shouting, punching and kicking. Dahe didn't move or say a word, holding them calmly and stubbornly.Every time they struggled, her saggy breasts swayed, and they looked like they were in their fifties.Further up, the flesh of the breasts is boiled dry, and the ribs below the neck are exposed, clearly lined up from under the collarbone. Dahe repeatedly stuffed the nipple into the mouth of the eldest child and the second child, and was spat out by them again and again.She simply put her hand against the mouth of the older child, forcing him to suck, as if if he kept sucking, the milk would regenerate and be pumped up from the depths of her body.As long as the children suckled at her breast, her relationship to them was sacrosanct, established by heaven, and her place was superior to that of the man and woman in the house. Her coercion failed on the older child, so she went to force the second child again.She firmly pressed the back of the second child's head with one hand, and pressed her nipple against his mouth with the other hand.He couldn't break out of the encirclement even if he attacked left and right with his head, let alone retreat from behind.The child's face turned purple. "What's wrong with you? Where do you still have milk?" Xiaohuan said aside. How can Duohe understand and reason?She is unreasonable to her two-and-a-half-year-old son. The second child couldn't retreat, so he simply charged.He thrust out, using his two upper incisors and one lower set of teeth to bite the nipple that insisted on deceiving him.Dahe let out an "oh" in pain, and let the nipple slip out of his son's mouth.Two useless, unwanted nipples drooped boredly and sadly. Zhang Jian couldn't stand it anymore.He came up to hold the second child, and carefully told Duohe that the children were used to eating porridge and rotten noodles, and they looked good too, didn't they?Not one or two pieces of meat were lost. Duohe suddenly put down the older child, and in a blink of an eye, she was already torn with Zhang Jian.I don't know how she got out of bed and jumped up.Thin into a human shell and move like a wild cat.She was hanging on Zhang Jian's broad shoulders, slamming a fist on his head indiscriminately, claws grew on her cheeks, eyes, and feet, and ten long black toenails scratched and bleed on Zhang Jian's calf .Zhang Jian's eyes were blackened by the sudden attack, and he held the crying second child in his hands, fearing that the child would be punched randomly, so he could only survive the beating. Xiaohuan was afraid that the older child would be frightened, so she hugged him tightly and retreated to the door of the hut.Soon Duohe beat Zhang Jian to the aisle, Zhang Jian kicked over the bucket, stepped on the scrubbing brush and staggered back a long way.The iron spatula was kicked back and forth, jingling on the ground. Dahe wailed while beating, with Japanese characters in his voice.Zhang Jian and Xiaohuan thought it must be Japanese dirty words.In fact, Duohe just said: Almost, almost!She almost never came back.Almost fell off the watermelon train that was being transported.I almost had diarrhea and couldn't hold back and pulled on the skirt.Zhang Jian's murder almost succeeded. Xiaohuan took a chance and snatched the second child from Zhang Jian.She knew that she couldn't pull it at this time, and Duohe became something between humans and ghosts, so he naturally had inhuman strength.She was just busy removing the leftover tea and cold dishes on the table to reduce the losses from this fight.If it was Xiaohuan, she wouldn't hit this man, so she used his razor knife to slap him and bleed his blood. Duohe let go of Zhang Jian.Zhang Jian argued with her, saying that she ran away and lost herself, and she was so angry when she came back!In fact, Dahe couldn't hear what he said. The two boys played loud horns when they were born crying.Upstairs, people on the big night shift were still awake at this time, and they all stared at the shiny brass voices of the two boys. Duohe picked up the spatula on the ground and slashed at Zhang Jian. Zhang Jian crouched, and the spatula hit the wall.At this time, it is not Duohe who wants to fight to the death with him, but a villager from Dailang.Their characteristic hellish rage springs precisely from long periods of silence and calm.The people of Dailang Village possessed Duohe, and the spatula became the samurai sword she wielded. "Just ask her to hit her a few times, and it will be enough to bleed some blood!" Xiaohuan persuaded Zhang Jian from the side. In fact, her voice was also covered by the children's cries, Zhang Jian couldn't hear her at all, and he didn't necessarily pay attention to her when he heard her.He only hoped that she would hit a few more empty strokes, so that her strength would be wasted.He jumped into the big house at a glance, closed the door, halfway, and Dahe's whole body pressed against him.In this way, the two of them moved one in and one out, and the door became a vertical balance, with the weight on both sides equal.Both his and her necks were red and thick, Zhang Jian thought it was too scary, a woman like a willow in the wind could resist him: the door gap was always half a foot wide.Dahe's hair was disheveled, and his tanned face and pale, starving face turned blue-purple at this moment.She used too much force, her lips were stretched into two lines, and her teeth, which had not been brushed for more than a month, were exposed.Xiaohuan had never seen such a terrifying image.She opened her throat that was dried up by smoke, and shouted desperately: "Zhang Liangjian, your grandma's! You are made of barley bran? Can you get rid of the scum by beating? Let her beat it a few times, and it's over?" Dahe's ten toes almost dug into the concrete floor, supporting her body leaning against the door.Duohe suddenly gave up, and in a flash, the door opened wide, and Zhang Jian collapsed like a pile of goods. She suddenly lost the interest and strength to clean him up.The silence of Dailang villagers could be even more terrifying. Zhang Jian got up and sat on the spot, with Duohe's feet in front of his eyes.The ten toenails of those fleeing people's feet were covered in black mud. The dirt on the feet formed scales like snakeskin, and the scales stretched all the way to the calves and were covered with dense mosquitoes. Xiaohuan twisted a towel handle and handed it to Dahe, who stared straight at him without stretching out his hand.Xiaohuan shook off the towel, wiped her face, and muttered: "Let's rest first, raise it, and then beat him up." She ran back, wiped the black towel clean, and came out to wipe Duohe's face again. Face.Dahe didn't move at all, the head portrait belonged to someone else, put it on the left when it was turned to the left, and let it tilt if it was rubbed.Xiaohuan kept talking: "Hit him? You're too polite! You have to cut him slowly with a knife! Is it trash or trash? A big man leads four people out, and he doesn't even know if one is missing! Look at him and a big man!" It seems like, has he actually been in charge of the family? Someone has been in charge of the big and small things for him!" Xiaohuan went up and kicked Zhang Jian's ass, telling him to boil the bath water immediately.When Zhang Jian boiled a large pot of water, carried it into the toilet, and scooped up diapers piece by piece, Xiaohuan's pipe-smoking voice was still babbling: "He's still working as a team leader in the factory! Don't worry about the twenty-odd men! He can't count the number of people with three children and one adult!" Xiaohuan pulls Duohe into the toilet.She did everything she wanted to do quickly and beautifully.A few scissors cut Dahe's hair into a style, and then put Dahe in the bathtub, rubbing her whole body with loofah tendons.The snakeskin pattern formed by the dirt on the feet and calves could not be washed off for a while, so Xiaohuan scooped up water and splashed it on, and then applied a thick layer of soap and let it soak for a while—— It took a narrow escape to get this look.But she talked about the children's affairs: the girl's homework is 100 points per yard.The older child and the second child stopped crying when they heard "Socialism is good" on the radio outside.The girl was selected by the class to present flowers to the volunteers who returned home to report.She raised her voice from time to time, asking Zhang Jian if the next pot of water was hot. A total of three pots of water were washed, and finally a Duohe that was somewhat similar to the original one was washed out.A dark-skinned, slender Duohe.Her long hair was cut off, and a towel was wrapped around her head, which contained lice medicine.The girl gets lice back from school every three days, and Duohe always has lice medicine. At this time, someone shouted outside the door: "Master Zhang!" Before he had time to open the door, a hand had already opened the kitchen window from the outside.Like other residents, the windows of Zhang’s kitchen face the open-air public corridor.The face outside the window is Xiao Peng's.Xiao Peng was sent to a technical school near Zhang Jian's home to learn Russian. When Xiao Shi was on the night shift and was free during the day, the two came to Zhang Jian's place in the afternoon.If Zhang Jian was around, they would play chess or arch pigs with him; if Zhang Jian was on the day shift, they would play with Xiaohuan.When Xiaohuan was not at home, they would be treated quietly by Duohe: two cups of tea and two pieces of homemade grapefruit peel candy.开始两人吃不惯多鹤那又咸又甜又苦的柚子糖，时间长了，一喝茶他们就问张俭和小环：没柚子糖呀？ 小彭和小石进来，一眼看见张俭脸上一块淤青，问他收拾了厂里哪个上海佬，张俭对他不想回答或答不上的话就当从来没听见。小环接过话，回答他们，那是张俭的老婆打的，两口子炕上动手没轻重。小彭和小石这时又看见张俭胳膊上的抓痕，他们不信小环的话，嘴上顺着说，小环嫂子倒是会打，没破张师傅的相。小环挤一只眼笑笑说，舍不得打破，打破了炕上谁管去？ 张俭烦了，闷声吼道："扯臊！" "都是自家兄弟，怕什么？是不是？"小环把脸转向小石和小彭，"二十岁的大小子，在咱们屯都当爹了！"她像以往一样，扭头叫道："多鹤，沏茶了没？" 多鹤却没像以往那样轻手轻脚地出现，挂一个大大的笑脸，大大地鞠一个躬。之后她就会两手托着一个木头托盘，上面摆着茶杯、小盘、牙签。小盘里放着柚子糖或者其他什么古里古怪的小吃食，是塞牙缝的分量，牙签是让人用来取盘子里那一口吃食的。 小环自己去了厨房，粗手大脚地端了两杯茶上来。小石小彭一直觉得这个家庭有点不正常，这天气氛越发古怪。 他们在大屋下棋时，观局的小彭看见一个黑瘦的女人走过去。再一看，是多鹤。她没了头上的大髻子，包了一块花条子毛巾，穿一套蓝白条裤褂，瘦成竿子的身子使衣裤的襟摆、裤腿成了蓝白条的旗。一个月不来张家，张家发生了什么事？ "哟，那不是多鹤吗？"小石叫道。 多鹤站住脚，把怀里的大孩、背上的二孩往上颠一颠。她看着他们，嘴巴还在不出声地唱着什么。小石想，她可别是自己跟自己说话。他和小彭听这楼上的邻居说，张俭的小姨子脑筋有点错乱。 过了几天，小彭和小石到张俭家来混礼拜日，见多鹤已经神色如常了。她剪了一排齐眉刘海，厚实的黑发堆在耳后，脸黑了，瘦了，但她好像适合这张黑瘦的脸，年轻女学生似的。 她照样哑声笑笑，笑得把嘴咧到尽头，小碎步在泛着蓝青光亮的水泥地上忙过来忙过去。小彭被小石踢了一脚，才发现自己盯多鹤盯了太久。 小环从外面回来，头上一顶蒙着灰土的护士帽。居委会让各家支援社会主义建设，去砸石子，铺工人大礼堂门口的路。动员到张俭家时，小环骂骂咧咧地出了工，把多鹤留在家里。 "一榔头砸我大脚指盖上！"她嘻嘻哈哈地说，"得亏我穿张二孩这双翻毛大皮鞋，现在还剩十个脚指头！" 小环一回来气氛马上热乎，她又是勒上一条围裙，支唤这个，差使那个，要给大家改善生活。她砸石子一小时挣五分钱，但她砸一小时石子得抽一毛钱的纸烟。回到家俨然是个财大气粗的挣钱人，把家里仅有的五个鸡蛋全用油摊了，再剁碎，和粉条韭菜做成饺子馅，包了两百个饺子。 吃饺子时小彭还是不断打量小屋里的多鹤。 小石笑着说："咳，眼珠子看掉下来了，别给吃肚里去！" 小彭红了脸，猛站起身给他一脚。小石个子小，一张女气的脸上圆鼻子圆眼睛，入团宣誓都是这副淘气样子，小彭却是典型的关东大汉。小石其实也觉得多鹤突然出落了，没有头上那个古老的发髻，她看着极其顺溜，又不是一般女子的韵味。 "小环嫂子，也不给小彭操办操办……" 小彭又要站起来动武，小环拉住他。 小环说："坐好坐好，我给你俩都操办操办。" 张俭一直在慢慢剥着南瓜子，剥三五颗，脖子一仰扔进嘴里，再呷一口白酒，呷得愁眉苦脸。他听到这里用半闭的骆驼眼横了一下小环，说："咱家丫头在这儿听呢！" 小环假装没懂小石和小彭的打闹针对的是多鹤，就说她过去工作的旅店里有个女出纳，两根大辫子，哪天把她领来，让他们哥儿俩相相。 小彭不太高兴了，闷头只喝酒，也不吃饺子。小石说小环嫂子放心，他和小彭谁在女人面前都不是省油的灯，谁也不会剩下。小彭说他省不省油扯上他小彭干什么？张俭喝成一张关公脸，说他俩高兴来玩好好玩，表现差就不准来玩。 小彭和小石走了，已经是晚上八点，张俭上大夜班前只剩三小时的睡眠时间。他睡下一会儿，又起来，走到过道里，横了横心，手指终于按在多鹤房门的把手上。门轻轻被推开。 多鹤正在织一件线衣，没有开灯，借的是外面进来的路灯光。她的脸基本在阴影里，但张俭看到两束目光冷冷地把他抵在门口。她误会他了。他不是冲那个来的。他站在门口，轻声说："给你申请落户口了。有了户口你到哪儿都丢不了。" 多鹤抵在他身上的两束冷冷的目光暖了些，软下来。可能她不懂什么是户口，但她这些年靠的不是言语的理解，靠的几乎是动物一样的灵性。这灵性让她明白户口是件致命的事，是好事。 "有了户口，你愿意出去工作，也行。" 她的目光融化了，在他脸上身上荡过去荡过来。 "早点睡吧。"他一手拉着门，要退出去。 "早点睡。"她回答。外人一听就听出这话的别扭，不仅是发音吐字的，她把"早点睡"当成"晚安"来回礼了。 但张俭觉得这话很正常，挑不出茬子。他替她掩上门，提着气，把金属门把一丝一丝拧向左边，让那个铜舌头一丝一丝缩回，然后再让门把回转，让那个铜舌头一丝一丝伸出，使那"咯咯"的转动声捏在他巨大、厚实的手掌里，因此基本是无声无息地完成了这套关门动作。孩子们睡得正熟，他不愿惊醒他们。他对自己解释。 但小环另有一套解释。她一听他摸索着上了床，便轻声笑起来。What are you laughing at?笑他被人家踹下了床。他根本没心干那件事！有心也没关系，她又不吃醋。她吃哪门子邪醋？他就是跟她说落户口的事！不说事光干事她也绝对拥护，她要是不拥护，他当时能跟她生孩子吗？拥护个卵！难道他这时还想跟她去干那事？他难道是头猪？看不见她遭那么大的罪回到家？ 小环只是哧哧地笑，不理他的分辩。 张俭一点睡意也没了，坐在床上，两个大膝盖头几乎顶住下巴。这样彻头彻尾的窝囊他可快疯了，小环若再有一句不三不四的话，他跳下床就走。 小环头靠在墙上，点起一支烟，自得地、美味地抽起来。抽了一根烟，她长叹一声。接着她不着边际地说起女人都是很贱的，跟一个男人有了肌肤之亲，就把自己的命化在男人的命里，这女人承认也好，不承认也好。何况不止肌肤之亲，还生了一窝他的孩子！她不承认她把命给了你也没用，那是她自己哄自己呢！ 张俭一动不动地坐着。隔壁传来孩子半醒的哭声，不知是大孩还是二孩。大孩和二孩越长越像，一旦粗心大意就会弄错：一个喂了两遍奶糕，一个还饿着；或者一个洗两遍澡，另一个还脏着。尤其在两人一丝不挂的时候，只有多鹤能一眼认出两人的差别。 小环点上第二支烟，递给张俭。张俭没接，自己从窗台上摸到烟杆，装上烟丝，点着。小环今晚如何会这样深明大义？张俭仍保持高度警惕性。她的话从天上一句地下一句渐渐扯到多鹤身上。多鹤是日本女人，没错，赌一条东海烟她也早把命化在她的男人身上了。喜爱不喜爱她的男人，另说，也无所谓，想从这男人命里掰出自己的命，她办不到。想跟多鹤和解，只有一个法子，就是跟她肌肤之亲去。女人表面上都会推的，说不定还打两拳、踢三脚，但那都是假的。她可不知道自己在作假，她以为她真在推拒、在出气、发泄委屈，实际上她已经跟你和解：你要她，比什么"对不起"、"抱歉"都管事。 张俭听进去了。小环的话有三分道理。小环大事不糊涂。 他挨着她躺下来，头抵着她的腰。她的手伸到他头上，摸摸他的头发。这两年她常常有这种体恤、照料的动作，多少有点老三老四，把他当成个晚辈或者兄弟。不过这时候她撸他头发的动作特别让他舒服。他睡了一个又短又沉的觉，醒来满心澄明，好像很久没这么精神充沛了。 十一点钟的时候，张俭准时出门上大夜班。他在过道穿衣穿鞋，帆布工作服磨擦的声响把多鹤很薄的睡意搅散了。一个夜里出去上班、为全家挣生计的男人发出的这些声响让女人们觉得安全极了。 多鹤躺在床上，听这个出门挣钱养活全家的男人走到门口，铝饭盒轻轻响了一下。大概是他摸黑出门撞着门框了，这声音使睡眠晕晕地袭上来。 一个多月前，她从江边礁石攀上来，找到回竹林的路，曲曲弯弯走进去，发现路被她走岔了。再拐出去，重开一条路，找到张俭和孩子们歇脚的那块空地，看见大孩或二孩丢失的一只鞋。她反身从竹林里摸出来，每个热闹地方都找遍了。不久，完全陌生的方圆几公里被她走熟了，连各个公共厕所都找了几遍。在游客渐渐稀疏的公园里她突然明白张俭把她带到这么远的江边来为了什么--为了丢弃她。她发现自己不知什么时候坐在很陡的小径石阶上，离一切都遥不可及。她从小长大的代浪村那么远，越过代浪村，往东，是她的祖国日本。祖国也有一个代浪村，埋葬着竹内家的祖祖辈辈。祖国的代浪村太远了，她原先在丫头、大孩、二孩身上还能找回那个代浪村，还能从他们的眼睛里，看到那些埋葬在祖国的代浪村祖辈们的一喜一怒。那种代浪村人特有的沉默、宁静，那种代浪村人特有的狂喜和狂怒。她每次摸着大孩二孩的头发--那头发仔细看是和眉毛连成一片的，就想她父亲、哥哥、弟弟借着她的孩子们还了魂，借他们小小的肉体暖着她，给她依靠。多鹤坐在那条对着长江的石径小路上，天也远水也远地想，她生出的三个小小的代浪村村民现在和她天涯之隔。 再从石径上下来，公园已经空了。她想跟人打听火车站，又不会说"火车站"三个字。走到一个正在收摊的茶水站，她手指头蘸了桌面上的茶渍，写下"火车"两个字。茶水站的主人是个六十岁的老太太，对她又笑又摇头，脸都羞红了，意思是她不识字。老太太拉了一个过路人，叫他认认用茶水写在桌面上的两个大字。那是个拉架子车的小伙子，以为她是哑巴，拍拍他的架子车，手势很大、表情也很大地表示他用架子车带她过去。下了架子车，她的手插在连衣裙的侧兜里，手指捻着那五块钱，不知要不要拿出来给小伙子。最后她决定不给钱，多给他几个鞠躬。她那双膝并拢，两手抚腿，弯腰九十度的鞠躬把小伙子吓着了，拉着架子车匆匆离去，又在远处回头，没想到又受她一躬，这下他头也不敢回地跑了。 她很快发现小伙子把她领到一个错误的地方，因为她只在纸上写了"火车"两个字，而没有写"站"，小伙子就把她放在两条铁路交汇的地方。不久就有一列货车通过，货车在这里突然减速，几个坐在芦苇沟边上的孩子跳了上去。孩子们向她招呼，叫唤：上来呀！上来呀！她奔跑起来，孩子们伸出四五双手把她拉了上去。上了车她问：玉山的？玉山去的？孩子们相互看看，还是不明白她到底问什么。她觉得自己的话一点毛病也没有，他们却听不懂，信心减退下去。呼呼的大风里，她把句子在嘴里重新组装，用小了一倍的声音问：去的玉山？其中一个男孩为大家做了主，朝她点点头。他们看上去有点扫兴，用牛劲拽上来一个话也讲不通的女人。 油布下装的全是西瓜。孩子们拉起油布，油布成了包括多鹤在内的七八个人的屋顶和铺盖。这时多鹤才明白火车为什么到了那一段减速：它刚刚通过了一段被雨水冲垮正在修复的路段。多鹤伏卧在西瓜上，身体左右滚动，从油布缝隙看见修路工地灯火通明。张俭在早晨看着她时想干什么她明白了：他想要她的身体。他伏在阳台栏杆上抽烟，她在他身后打开窗子，他就是不回头。她看他什么时候回头。终于不行了，他回头看了她一眼，隔着两米的距离，嘴唇已经亲吻了她。他是想和她好合一次，最后一次。 多鹤竟让轻轻滚动的西瓜给晃睡着了。 她是被冷醒的，身上的油布不知哪里去了。回过头，七八个孩子全不见了，不少西瓜随他们一块下了车。火车扎在无尽的黑夜里，往更深的夜色里躜着，她不知道时间、地点。但她知道，什么都帮了张俭的忙，让他得逞了，让他分开了她和她的孩子。她和祖国、代浪村、死去的每一个竹内家的骨血终于被分开了。 西瓜车在毒太阳里开开停停，在大雨里也开开停停。她多次下狠心跳下车，又多次下狠心留在了车上。一连几天的西瓜餐，她浑身都让红色、黄色的西瓜汁泡透，被风吹散的长头发又被西瓜皮汁粘住，成了一件头发结成的蓑衣。她脑子里全是呼呼的风声，是火车和黑暗磨擦出来的声响。那声响灌进皮肉、血管，随着两行泪横飞。她伏在一个个冰凉、滚动的西瓜上，任这些无信的、不负责的球体把她抛到左抛到右。多年前她被装在麻袋里，被土匪搁在奔跑的马背上，她也不比这时更绝望。她仰面躺在西瓜上，想到了阿纹。 那个躺在路边生孩子的阿纹。阿纹长发披散，脸色如蜡，嘴唇煞白，就这样躺在一九四五年的九月傍晚。她躺得像一堆血糊糊的垃圾：泡透了血的一件和服，两条血淋淋的腿，一个还在冒热气的血孩子。她是走着走着就完成了分娩的。婴儿眼看着就不动了，长长的脐带打了好几个弯，瓜蔓一般连着未熟的瓜。阿纹不要人们靠近，一边龇牙咧嘴一边嘶喊："加油啊！快走啊！别过来！别杀我!我一会儿就跟上！别杀我--我还没找到我丈夫和儿子呢！"她的手掌满是血污，向人们一下一下地挥舞，要从她身边过去很久人们才悟到，她那龇牙咧嘴原来是笑容。她笑着向人们讨饶："别杀了我，我还没有找到我丈夫和儿子呢！"她血淋淋的手掌握起拳头，一上一下地挥动，给自己的嘶喊打拍子："加油！加油！" 嗓音撕布一样…… 不体面的阿纹。就因为要找她的孩子。 于是这样一个不体面的多鹤出现在南来北往的旅客眼前，披着头发结成的黑蓑衣，馊臭的连衣裙上一片绿苍蝇。 那个苍蝇如云的车站叫做"武昌"。她不知道到达这个站之前火车被换过几次车头。迎面而来的楼、房屋、密集的电线杆让她知道这是个大地方，比她住过的两个城市都大。西瓜一车皮一车皮地被人卸下去。快要卸到她这一车了，她突然想到，她吃下去的、用作洗脸洗手当便盆的西瓜有几十个。跟那七八个孩子下车的西瓜至少也上百。那上百个西瓜的账也会记到她头上。你有证据说你没有吃或者糟蹋掉那上百个西瓜吗？你有证据没有跟沿线的盗匪里应外合把西瓜抛下去，回头再跟他们分赃吗？多鹤不了解中国的法律怎样制裁这样的事，但她知道天下法律都不会轻饶这样的事。 她看准一个空子，从车上爬下来，等正在卸前一辆车的工人们反应过来，她已经成了他们眼里一条披头散发、肮脏的花影子，在一大团蒸汽里一闪而逝。蒸汽发自一列刚刚停靠的客车，她从客车轮子间爬过，车肚皮上挂着迢迢千里的黑色尘土又蹭在她泡透红色、黄色西瓜汁的白底子带红点、绿点、黄点的花连衣裙上。 她走在旅客当中，人们不顾肩上扛的沉重行李一再向她回头。 前几天的西瓜餐这时发作了。她被肠道内突然的冲击力弄得浑身发冷，脖子上和手臂上乍起一层鸡皮疙瘩。她会用中国话打听厕所，但人们终于听懂她的话之后给的回答却是她不懂的。所有人都用完全不同的音调、吐字，和气地对她一遍又一遍地讲着什么。她觉得肠子里的咕咕响动一定让他们听见了。她捂着肚子，半佝着腰，一动也不敢动。 人群中终于有一个女人，扯起她黏糊糊的手便走。 蹲在茅坑上她突然想起自己没有草纸。