Chapter 7 Chapter 5-2

The woman was very understanding, pushed open the door of the latrine, and handed her a piece of paper with faces printed on it.There is also lime on the back of the paper, freshly torn from the wall.With a red cross drawn on his face, he was dumbfounded at his ultimate fate.As long as she has a way, she will never use such face-faced paper for that purpose. When she walked out of the toilet top-heavy, two people wearing masks walked towards her.She squatted on the latrine long enough for the woman to speculate what was going on with her.The woman spoke loudly to the masked man in words that Dahe didn't understand at all, while pointing at Dahe.Only when two people get closer can they distinguish between men and women.The men among them said in strange Chinese that Dahe was seriously ill and had to go with him.The women among them said that the medical office of the station is not far away, just a few steps away.

The eyes of the two are smiling on top of the big mask.Dahe found that he had started to follow them. A moaning man and woman lay on the bench in the medical room, and two others lay on a white wheeled bed.Dahe was brought in, and the woman in the mask said something to a lying man.The man shrank his legs, and the woman wearing a mask asked Dahe to sit where the man's bare feet had just been.As soon as Duohe sat down, the man's feet came back, so she had to sit on the ground. The woman wearing a mask brought a thermometer from the back room and put it in Duohe's mouth.The thermometer keeps Dahe safe.In the years since she came to Zhang's house, every time she had a fever, the thermometer was in the palm of her hand.Xiaohuan or Zhang Jian's (in the past, Zhang Zhang's or Er Hai's mother's) palm pressed her forehead, and her temperature was measured.Since leaving Dailang Village, it was the first time that her mouth touched this cold and fragile glass rod. She closed her eyes and was drunk in the slightly spicy alcohol smell: that smell was her memory of Dr. Suzuki.The man wearing the mask came out at this moment, opened Dahe's eyelids, and looked carefully. His fingers were as light and dexterous as Dr. Suzuki's.

According to the measurement results of the thermometer, her body temperature is not high and is basically normal.The woman wearing a mask was a nurse, who came up at this time and said that she was going to draw blood.While rubbing alcohol on Dahe's arm, tying the rubber tube, and pricking the needle, she told Dahe in her slightly biased Chinese that the schistosomiasis epidemic is very serious, and the train from the east will always bring a few seriously ill. Dahe didn't understand everything they said, but he guessed that some terrible disease was prevalent here.She asked the nurse what schistosomes are.

The nurse looked at her as if she didn't understand. Does she think her words are so difficult to understand?Could she have turned the sentence upside down?She asked again, this time with a different syntax. The nurse asked where she was from. Dahe stopped talking. The nurse draws blood and takes a hard leather clip with a form spread over it.She said it was a medical record and had to be filled out.The items to be filled in are: name, address, family members, marital status... Dahe picked up the pen and put it down again.For some reason, she began to cry.Nothing is accurate.The home in Dailang Village is the only address Duohe remembers.The people in Dailang Village embarked on a bloody road of escape. From that moment on, these items could not be filled in.Since that grenade fell on mom, brother, and sister, how did she fill in "family members"?Since Zhang Jian abandoned her on the rocks by the river, since her breasts swelled into two iron balls because no one was sucking her, since she cut off the private conversation with the girl, she has an older child and a second child in her arms. The position of "family members" has become the four words she least wants to read and understand-four words shared by China and Japan.

The female nurse first stood beside her and watched her cry. After a while, she squatted down, trying to find her eyes through the gap between her two hands holding her face.After a while, the male doctor came and asked her what was wrong. The five patients lying on chairs and beds stopped moaning and listened to her cry. She cried so hard that she couldn't breathe, choked several times, and made no sound at all. The doctors and nurses thought she had finished crying, and just asked her, "Where do you live, and do you have any documents?"She came over in one breath, dredged it up, and continued to cry.Crying so much that her muscles and bones stretched and tightened, the male doctor's anxiously throbbing feet became a pair of unrecognizable foreign bodies in her tear-filled field of vision.

She wept with the last of her strength and leaned against the leg of the chair.The doctors and nurses whispered to her, but she didn't care, and she couldn't understand what she cared about.The conversation between them was the same as that of the people here, with many unfamiliar portamentos, completely different from the Chinese spoken by Zhang Jian and Xiaohuan. They talked to her in the old language: what happened at home?Is there anyone else at home?Met a bad guy?Her appearance led them to suspect she had been physically assaulted.Did she escape from the dead?She must have been over-stimulated, and they understood her--no one who is over-stimulated can hold back for a moment.

They gave her an injection, and when they pulled out the needle, the two figures wearing masks were already a blur in front of her eyes, and in the blink of an eye, they mixed with the dimly lit space into a grayish white. It was morning when she woke up.Two tits woke her up.She looked around and found that she was no longer in the original medical room, but in a ward.It was raining outside the window, and there were three empty beds in the ward. She didn't understand why she enjoyed the privilege of a single room.The clothes on his body have been changed, and now he is wearing unisex clothes with the Red Cross and the name of a certain hospital printed on them.Her floral dress was bundled up on the empty bed opposite. She thought of the five yuan. She didn't know how much wealth five yuan was, but it was her only property at the moment.

The five yuan was still in the cloth bag with ruffles, and it smelled of sticky moisture and watermelon just like the skirt.She stuffed the five dollars and the dress under her pillow. It seemed that her actions attracted a person.The man was wearing a white uniform with a collar badge.She remembered: it was the police.She has seen the police before. She came to the residential building during the Chinese New Year, stood downstairs, and told the family members and children lying on the public balcony, "be vigilant, prevent the enemy from taking advantage of the opportunity to destroy, and report any suspicious people and strangers in time." .

The policeman was in his twenties, and he put the hard shell cap on his head as he looked at her.He asked if she was better.His words were different from those of the male doctor and the female nurse, and they had the same tone.That's why she nodded when he spoke for the third time, and then bowed to him. "You should recuperate for the time being, huh?" said the policeman. This time he said it for the second time and she nodded, and she bowed again after nodding. "Don't be so polite." The policeman frowned, a little annoyed, and at the same time he gestured.She understood his expressions and gestures first: he thought she bowed too much. "We'll talk again when you recover from illness."

Then the policeman gestured again and asked her to lie back on the bed, and he went out by himself.Lying in bed, she looked at the ceiling, which was in desperate need of painting, and wondered whether the police were friendly or hostile.It doesn't seem to be either, it seems to be both.There are thin cracks in the ceiling, and the plaster has peeled off in some places.What will the police do with her after talking to her? Why is it a policeman?Is it a policeman who often goes downstairs to preach "report any suspicious person or stranger in time"?So, yesterday's male doctor and female nurse gave her a sleeping injection and reported to the police.She is a suspicious person.No wonder she lives alone in a ward.Suspicious people threaten the safety of normal people.

A very young nurse came in pushing a small cart, pulled an iron shelf from the corner of the room, picked up a bottle of medicine from the cart, walked to the end of the bed, stared for a few seconds with big eyes, and then returned to the medicine bottle.She pierced Dahe's arm three or four times very carefully, and finally succeeded in piercing it in.Two hours later, when the infusion was over, Duohe crawled to the end of the bed and saw a sign hanging there: Name: ?Gender: Female, Age: ?Native place:?Etiology: acute gastroenteritis. This is a questioning patient.The patient looked good.Do the policemen outside have guns?Would a bullet knock the suspicious patient down on the smooth terrazzo as soon as she exited this door and dashed down the corridor?This corridor is seven or eight meters long, and its length can be roughly measured from the sound of a nurse pushing a cart.What about going to the toilet?Just solve it in the potty under the bed.No, not used to the potty, have to go to the toilet.Get used to it or not, it's up to you! Suspicious people may even appear suspicious of the most unsuspecting biological demands.Looking from the window, the height of the poplar made her understand that the ward was on the second floor. She got out of bed quietly, her eyes searching her shoes at the same time.It was a pair of sandals, the uppers were made of white cloth, and the soles of the tires were laid by the shoemaker, so they walked without any sound at all.But they are gone.Suspicious patients are easier to guard once they lose their shoes. She shook off a mess of stinky dresses, quickly changed into the patient clothes on her body, and fumbled for the banknotes in the small bag again. The most difficult thing is to open the glass window quietly, and it is even difficult to jump on the poplar tree and then slide down the trunk - Dahe's two slightly turned inward feet are not ideal for walking, but he is good at climbing trees.There are four wooden poles at the gate of the village committee of Dailang Village for children to climb, and Duohe can often beat the boys.The building was old, and the wood was deformed. When the windows were opened, the windows and the window frames were inevitably ripped apart, making a lot of noise. But this window with cracked paint is the only exit, the only way to the girl, the eldest child, and the second child.Her hand gently pushed along the seam between the window and the window frame, allowing the sash to loosen from the window frame little by little.Then she stood on the bedside table, held the window handle, and lifted it up vigorously, while controlling it with her whole body weight, suppressing its sound under her body weight.The windows were pushed open.The sound was like thunder to her perception.She stood on the bedside table and stared back at the door, which didn't move.There was no sound outside the door.Maybe she didn't make any noise.The soles of her feet had reached the brick windowsill.One more step, and she was facing the poplar tree. Can one step jump onto a tree trunk?Are the branches strong enough?She didn't have time to think too thoroughly, even if she jumped into death, she had to jump. A woman in a large white apron carrying two large buckets watched her as she slid down the tree.She ran in front of her, and the woman stepped back sharply, splashing out the two large buckets of swill she was carrying.She backed off like that because she was afraid of what she meant, Dahe thought as he ran.It turns out that the suspicious person scares normal people, maybe she is a crazy woman in the eyes of that woman. Dahe ran in the rain, all things meaningless to her.Her only direction is to stay away from that hospital.There was a row of rickshaws parked on the side of the street, and the drivers showed their faces from the gaps in the hood, watching her, a woman with disheveled hair and bare feet, hurry by, no one dared to take her business. A kerosene lamp was burning in a dark grocery store.As she stepped in, the shopkeeper straightened up from behind the counter and said something to her that she didn't understand.The language is polite, and the eyes tell her that he doesn't treat her as a normal person.She wants paper and a pen.Here comes the paper and pen.She wrote down the name of the small town on the south bank of the Yangtze River.The shopkeeper shook his head.She wrote again: I will go.The shop owner has lived in his fifties, and has never had such weird dealings with anyone.He still shook his head. Duohe pointed to a piece of shortbread on the counter.The shop owner complied immediately, took out the shortbread, put it in a newspaper pocket, raised his head, and put a half-rotten five yuan bill on the counter.The shopkeeper counted out many banknotes, large and small, from a tin box, and put them one by one in front of her. After putting one, a word she didn't understand came out of his mouth.But she knew he must be reading numbers.One bill has a "2" printed on it, two have a "1" printed on it, and the rest is a bunch of small bills with various numbers.Forget it, this cake cost five cents.That is to say, her wealth is not small. She thought that the shopkeeper would answer her question now, and she made a small deal with him.She pointed to the name of the city, and then pointed to "I'll go", the shopkeeper still shook his head, and at the same time raised his voice, raised his face, and called out.Dahe heard someone answer somewhere.There was a hole in the ceiling, revealing a young man's face. He said a few words to the shopkeeper that Duohe didn't understand, and then told Dahe that the city was far away, and he had to take a ship!The hole in the ceiling was sealed. The shop owner repeated: take a steamer!It was easier for him to understand what he said this time, and when he talked about it for the second time, Duohe nodded vigorously. Dahe thought, obviously it wasn't the ship that brought her and Xigua here.She wrote on the paper again: Train?The shopkeeper discussed loudly with the boy on the ceiling, and both agreed that the train would work too. The shopkeeper stopped a rickshaw for Duohe.Half an hour later, the rickshaw stopped at the gate of the train station.Dahe calculated that a huge shortbread was worth five cents, so a driver should be able to earn twenty shortbread a day, and giving him ten shortbread should be a decent fare.Sure enough, the coachman gave her a toothless smile when he took the three-corner money. When she handed in large and small banknotes through the ticket window, a woman's voice said that she didn't have enough money. She squeezed her face against the small window opening, she felt that she didn't understand, so she could see a part of the ticket seller's neck and half face, which seemed to be much closer to understanding.The woman asked her if she would buy it?If you don't buy it, let the people behind you buy it. "I'll buy it!" She spoke Chinese in such a rough voice for the first time. "You don't have enough money!" The face of the woman who sold the tickets showed, but turned sideways. "Why?!" she asked.Her voice was thicker, and she said "ha" instead of "ha". This is the sentence she learned best from the Zhang family.She actually said, why can't I go back to my house? !Why can't I go back to my daughter, my son? !Why are my two tits exploding and my kids starving? ! This makes Dahe's "Weiha" sound full of outrageous and unreasonable explosive power.No matter why she has to go to Ma'anshan, no matter why she has to have a train ticket. "Why?!" The woman's face lying across the hole disappeared. With a sound of "click", the whole window opened wide, and the woman sat upright, swiping her fingers, "Ask the crowd behind you, why? It's more than half the price! Do you know the fare list? The fare is set by the state! Don't you Chinese people!" The crowd of spectators got bigger.A pair of bare feet, long messy and dirty hair, and a floral dress soaked in watermelon juice and rain also increased the distance between the crowd and Dahe. A child asked something aloud, and the people laughed coaxingly.Dahe was reminded by the phrase "You are not Chinese", and she planned to break through this human wall.While she was turning around, the child jumped up, grabbed her long hair from behind, and ran away screaming happily.She walked a few steps, the child's hand grabbed her hair again, screamed happily, and ran back.In this way, she walked, and he grabbed her.In the end she wins: her unresponsiveness ruins the child's playfulness. She bought a national railway map in the waiting hall.On it, she found the Yangtze River and Wuchang, where she is now. Soon, her index finger stopped at the small city on the south bank of the Yangtze River.What kind of circle did she and the watermelons go to get here?That city and Wuchang are actually connected in series by the same Yangtze River! With this picture, she can go back to the girl, eldest child, and second child.She has to go back when she goes.The two sons have no milk to eat, and she has to crawl back when she crawls.She bought a pair of shoes at a shop near the train station, the cheapest kind, and it cost more than a dollar.She still needs an umbrella, but she really can't afford to spend that extra dollar. She fell asleep on a bench in the waiting room for a while.As it got dark, she walked along the railway line, heading east.The rain has subsided, but the wind is very cold, and the power poles of the building have changed from thick to thin and then disappeared.She walked into a small station.After a while, a truck stopped. She climbed up and found that the truck was loaded with wood.Every time the freight train passed a station, she kept her eyes on the name of the station, and then compared the name on the railway map with the light on the station. In the middle of the night she jumped off the cart pulling the wood, because the cart diverged from there.She waited outside a small station for the next truck, but none of them stopped at the small station. There is no waiting room at the small station, only a wooden fence and a shed.She fell asleep on a bench under the shed.The sun has just risen, and the fields and farmhouses in the distance are very quiet under the green and blue mountains, and even the buzzing of flies is part of this tranquility.The number of flies gradually increased, turning a melon rind on the ground black and green.Duohe, who was lying on his side, looked at the smoke from the kitchen, the sky and the shadows of the mountains in the paddy field, the more he looked, the more familiar the scenery would be.Since Duohe left Dailang Village, he has been looking for things similar to Dailang Village.Now the village scene in the distance is similar to Dailang Village, and there is also the sun after the rain in September.So Duohe slept soundly in September when the flies were buzzing. She slept for more than ten hours, and when she woke up, she forgot why she was in such a small train station shed.She didn't know that when she fell asleep, besides flies, what else fell on her body. It was not until the fourth day that she climbed onto a fertilizer truck, but was found two hours later.During the interrogation, she understood that fertilizers are valuable, so people often pick up cars to steal fertilizers.She saw how suspicious she was in her interrogator's eyes.She has found that the more she talks the more suspicious she becomes, so she lets them ask questions and throw tantrums.Gradually, she saw that she was no longer suspicious in the eyes of the other party, but disabled, deaf, dumb and crazy. Since then, she has stopped taking the risk of picking up trains.It was much safer and more peaceful to walk back, sleeper by sleeper.She rested her feet at the stations along the railway line, and sometimes she stayed when it rained heavily.The station is really a good place, there are always benches for her to sleep on, cheap meals, and passengers passing by in a hurry, who are alert and interested in her suspiciousness, and have already missed her.But even though she ate only one meal a day, her pockets gradually emptied.During the last part of the journey, she ate raw corn and raw sweet potatoes. In short, she ate whatever she could steal. She never paid attention to when the dress was torn, when the shoes were worn out, and the cheap shoes had enough reason to be so cheap: the cloth soles were cheated, and the insides were hard shell paper.She only noticed that her breasts lost weight day by day, and lost their original roundness.She's walking like crazy, what's wrong with these weightless tits?Are they drying up?Did she finally give her two dry breasts to her starving children?Like all the mothers in Dailang Village, the dry and cracked nipples can no longer stop the crying of their children. It's not what Dahe expected: she got lost in the same buildings.There were uniform red walls and white balconies, but she walked towards one of them without hesitation.She became a bitch, led by that mysterious breath, towards her children. She picked up her two piss-smelling sons, but found that she had no milk.There was a sharp pain in her left nipple: the second child actually bit her!Her flesh and blood were alienated by these two Chinese.People in Dailang Village say that the Chinese are full of ghosts, and it is true.A hand came up and took the second child away. It was Zhang Jian's hand.A voice was cautious, telling her that the two sons were used to eating porridge and rotten noodles, and they looked good too?Not one or two pieces of meat were lost.It was also Zhang Jian's voice.What's the meaning?Does it mean that without the mother and milk, without the growth link stipulated by the law, the son can still live and look good?Whether they have a real mother or not. In a blink of an eye, she and Zhang Jian were torn apart.Hanging on Zhang Jian's broad shoulders, she slammed her fist on his head, cheeks, and eyes indiscriminately, and her feet also sprouted claws, grabbing desperately on Zhang Jian's calf. Zhang Jian held the second child in his arms, fearing that the child would be beaten, so he quickly withdrew to the big house.Dahe leaned against the door with his whole body, preventing the door from closing tightly.She and him stood in the door and outside the door for a few minutes, when Duohe suddenly stepped away, the door swung wide open, and Zhang Jian fell outside. Dahe gave up.She suddenly felt that this kind of crusade was too trivial. The more than 500 villagers in Sakito Village are good-looking, and they have died under the same roof for several generations.The blood of several generations of the same family flows together, and the thickness can be imagined.It arched out of the cracks in the stone and formed a ball, which was bigger than my father's sake cup.The blood cells trembled, with the tenderness of something between solid and liquid, which melted at the touch.The first ray of sunlight sticks out from the gap between the two hillsides, and it is also extremely soft sunshine.The light shone into the blood cell, and both the light and the blood cell trembled.The frightening beauty was only a blink of an eye, and then the sun came out from the mountain pass, and it was no longer tender.Several village chiefs who were collecting corpses walked over, and one of them stepped on the blood cell - it didn't melt as quickly as it looked, it was frozen.With those feet removed, it is still round and smooth, and it seems to have a history, which is a long history required for the formation of amber and agate. At this time, the twenty-five-year-old Duohe let go of Zhang Jian's hand, his eyes were wide open, but his eyes were vacant. Does she need to wrestle with him like this?She could make him understand that it was too late. Qian Huizi leaned down towards her one-year-old son, covering her long and dense hair, and the mother and son were covered tightly.The mother's thin and thin body was folded in half... not in half, but coiled into a snail shell, and her heart was coiled inside.He did this because he loved the child so much that he didn't know what to do.The snail shell became tighter and tighter, and the cry of the one-year-old boy became softer and softer, and was sealed in the shell.Chieko raised her two shoulder blades frighteningly, and suddenly stopped.At this moment, the child's crying stopped.The snail shell shattered, revealing a relieved face.She chose the best for her son out of all the terrible endings: letting the person who gave him life take his life away is more or less a kind of fulfillment.All the mothers in the fleeing team were enlightened in an instant, and then they were all relieved.They can at least stop the children's suffering from getting worse, they can draw a line between the exhaustion, the panic, the hunger that the children suffer.Qian Huizi's two jaws locked on the neck of the one-year-old boy, turning all the unknown sufferings into the known - for their situation, the torment given by the unknown itself is far greater than the panic, exhaustion, and hunger.Chieko with disheveled hair was not crazy, she started chasing her daughter, opening her soft embrace and two hard jaws, hoping to let the three-year-old girl Jiumei enter her eternal care as soon as possible.The women following Chieko stopped chasing her.One after another, young mothers leaning on the tree trunks, disheveled and disheveled, thinking about the last kind of motherly love Qian Huizi taught them, went on the road again, with wind, moonlight and one or two cries of night owls shining through the tall beech branches and leaves . This is how the silent infanticide began... One hand pulled her into the toilet.It was Zhu Xiaohuan's hand, as rosy as her face, also with dimples.Duohe didn't listen to what Xiaohuan was saying, but just watched the ruddy and smiling hands pouring a bucket of hot water into the wooden bathtub.Next, something went wrong, and Xiaohuan talked about the girl in a very homely manner, "When you see her later, you have to praise her well, huh? Homework is 100 points per yard, and the teacher is still next to 100 points." I drew a five-pointed star... I just can't do it in the handicraft class, let her cut a cat out of paper, and when she brings it home, let me cut it all for her!" She dipped the loofah tendon in hot water and soap, and slapped it hard. Rubbing on her back made her staggered, and she couldn't even sit still. The flesh on her back was so painful that it hurt like a blister, but she felt very comfortable and beautiful in pain. "...Do you know how bad the big boy is?" Xiaohuan tried his best to speak incoherently, "...the boy is so bad...he can lie there and play with his own dick...take them out, let's go together Seeing the dried dried shrimps in the neighbor’s house, the second boy caught them and put them in his mouth. How do you think he knew that dried dried shrimps were for food? I remember when you were pregnant with them, you were very greedy for dried shrimps. This kid is amazing God? Remember all his mother's favorite food..." Dahe interjected, saying that she herself loved to eat dried shrimp made by her grandmother when she was a child. She was very surprised, why did she strike up a conversation with Xiaohuan: she was clearly planning to die with the children!At this time, Xiaohuan pulled her up from the water, lifted one end of the wooden basin, poured out the dirty water, let the water flush on the toilet floor, smacked her lips, and smiled: "It's a pity, this water can make two people fat." Mutian!" Dahe looked at the layer of gray body dirt on the toilet floor, and smiled unconsciously.She was so surprised, why did she laugh?Isn't she thinking about how to let the three children go with her without pain and fear, so as to be good villagers in Dailang Village? At this time, Xiaohuan suddenly thought of something, left Duohe and ran out of the toilet, and closed the iron door, "Bang Dang", the big gong rang happily.Soon there was another big gong knocked on the iron door, and Xiaohuan held a small red cloth bag in his hand, opened it, and inside was a tooth tied to a red string.It was the girl's first deciduous tooth.The girl wants to wait for my aunt to come back and throw it on the roof of a tiled roof, so that her teeth will come out neatly in the future.Dahe tried the small tooth that had been on the nipple so many times with the tip of his finger, and felt that it couldn't work, she might not be able to do the beautiful thing that died together. That night, Zhang Jian's two friends, Xiao Peng and Xiao Shi, left, Zhang Jian also went to work the night shift, and the girl quietly ran to the hut. "Auntie!" "Hey." "Do you have black secret (Japanese: Himitu, secret)?" Dahe didn't speak, the girl climbed onto her bed, she crossed her legs, and the girl sat on it. "Auntie, are you going to get married?" Seven-year-old's face was facing her. "Ok?" "marry?" "Iya (Japanese: iie, no)." The girl breathed a sigh of relief.Dahe asked her who she listened to.The girl brought up another topic: "Auntie, you should marry our teacher Wang. Teacher Wang is the head teacher of our class." Dahe laughed.This was also beyond her expectations, and she actually laughed "giggling". "Teacher Wang Suburashiine (Japanese: Suburashiine, very nice)!" Dahe asked how it was. "Teacher Wang gave me a Shanghai toffee." Dahe swayed back and forth with her in his arms, and the two bodies, one big and one small, swayed into a wooden amusement park horse. "Also, I like Teacher Wang's pen." Dahe hugged the girl tightly.It is twelve o'clock at night.According to her preconception, she, the girl, the eldest child, and the second child are already dead at this moment.Dahe put his arms around the girl, feeling really lucky, if she died, she wouldn't be able to hear such amusing words from the girl.She actually acted as a matchmaker for her.A seven-year-old matchmaker.The girl raised her face and gave her a sweet smile with missing teeth, and the enthusiasm for death in the Dailang village of Duohe completely cooled down. More than a month later, Xiaohuan told Duohe that the girl's head teacher, Teacher Wang, was coming to visit her home.As soon as Mr. Wang came in, Duohe almost laughed out loud: Mr. Wang, who was the girl's matchmaker for Duohe, was a girl with big braids.The girl looked at Teacher Wang sitting by the bed in the big house for a while, and Duohe standing at the door of the big house for a while, and there was a kind of adult beauty in her eyes.When Teacher Wang left, the girl asked Dahe if she would like to marry Teacher Wang, and then Dahe fell on the bed and laughed loudly. It was another Sunday, and Xiaohuan was the last to get up, and took the three children out after washing up.She said she was going to take them to pick water chestnuts by boat, but Zhang Jian understood that she wanted to give him a good environment to spend a few hours with Duohe. The door of the kitchen was half-closed, and the sound of "嗞嗞嗞啦" could be heard inside, the sound of the iron falling on the starched clothes.With the sound of the sound, a sweet smell of rice milk with a scent of toilet water expands.He pushed open the door, and Dahe looked at him through the white steam.At the end of October, her wide-sleeved dress was bound by two elastic bands on her upper arms, and her arms were almost completely exposed.That arm has never been rounded, maybe she can never regain its previous appearance: round, white and tender, and childish. "I'm going to buy food. What do you want to bring?" He asked with his eyes half-downcast as usual. Her eyes were inexplicable: when did he learn to ask women for instructions?She has never had a precedent for people to "take something".Sometimes when Xiaohuan went out to shop, she would drag Duohe along.The two left empty-handed and returned empty-handed. The picture was to twirl the silk and cloth in the store one by one with their fingers, compare them in front of the mirror, and discuss with each other which one to buy when they saved up money.Xiaohuan also discussed with herself in the mirror: red or not?It's called Claret, and it's not so sloppy in clothes, huh?How many years can I wear red?It's been two years now.If you save five yuan, you will tear up the cloth. Is five yuan worth it?More than four dollars is enough.She would also drag Duohe to the mirror, and put this piece of cloth or another cloth on her body: the blue is quite straight, look at how delicate the flowers are, and it costs four yuan for a padded jacket and overcoat, right?Wait and save slowly.Saving money is the biggest ambition of the Zhang family.I saved up money to bring my grandparents from Jiamusi.The eldest daughter-in-law of the Zhang family works as a doctor in the army and remarried last year, so she can't let her ex-in-law live at home all the time.But I have to save up for the two tickets for a while. Dahe shook his head, then buried himself in ironing her clothes.Out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Jian's waist in his blue-white overalls froze uncomfortably for a while, then turned and left.The grain shop was ten minutes away from Zhang's house, and Zhang Jian made the round trip in five minutes by bicycle.He poured the food into the wooden box under the stove, took out a small paper bag from his pocket, and his long, thick fingers were messed up in embarrassment. "Here... for you." Dahe opened the paper bag, and there were two candies wrapped in crystal clear cellophane.She saw the long, thick fingers retracted and clenched into fists, as if she hated it for being cheap.The moment he withdrew his hand, Dahe happened to pick up the soldering iron from the stove, which seemed to be burning.She put down the soldering iron all at once, and went up to hold his hand. "It's not hot," he said.In fact, it burned my fingertips. She examines it carefully.She had never looked carefully at the man's hands.There are thick calluses on the palms, the joints of the fingers are large, and the nails are hard and neat.A pair of handsome and a little silly big hands. For some reason, Zhang Jian had already held her in his arms.Xiaohuan is right, this is the best peace.Dahe's grievances always erupted, and as soon as he hugged her, she cried into a silent tear.Xiaohuan said, if you want her, you can comfort her more than anything else.He asked her several times in a row.It's not easy for Xiaohuan, one person takes three children out, just to let them live a happy life for a few hours.I can't bear Xiaohuan's painstaking efforts. Dahe kept his eyes closed, his short hair was stained with tears.She was swearing, expressing her determination and flattering him, muttering that she would give him ten or eight more children. At first he couldn't understand.Her words are still a kind of plausible language if you don't pay attention to it.He finally realized what she was talking about, and immediately lost his enthusiasm.Where will she hide when she gets pregnant again?Even if you can hide it, how can you have money to support yourself?Now the big family has made him exhausted. He is reluctant to touch the factory's subsidy, overtime pay, and dinner expenses. He only eats cold steamed buns brought from home for dinner.He no longer has the energy to blackmail himself. Duohe is really a fertile field, and the seeds are never wasted in vain.She was standing far away at the intersection where Zhang Jian must pass to get off work, and there was a hill of gravel piled up at the intersection.She saw Zhang Jian's bicycle slipping down the railway slope, standing on the top of the gravel hill, shouting and shouting at him.Zhang Jian stopped the car, and she fell down with the falling stones in a daze, with the ecstasy of rolling and crawling all over her body. "I... my third child!" She was so happy that her words were out of order. "Three children?" "Third child, in the belly!" Her red nose, translucent from the cold, was wrinkled, and her childish smile returned. Zhang Jian took a breath of the damp air after the beginning of winter.She walked forward with him, looking up from time to time, as if he, the elder, still owed her, the junior, a compliment.Zhang Jian was full of numbers, thirty-two yuan a month, plus overtime pay, dinner expenses, and subsidies, the maximum was no more than forty-four yuan.Can you still afford braised eggplant?Soy sauce is a precious thing. The people around kept calling him: "Master Zhang is off work?" "Master Zhang is on the day shift?" He ignored it.He suddenly thought, Xiaohuan said that he can move forward any day. "Come on!" He patted the back of the bicycle. Dahe sat up.As he kicked, he thought, this woman is very good at giving birth, maybe she will have twins soon.Dahe grabbed the hem of his canvas overalls with both hands.For such an unremarkable woman, her belly is really a treasure of geomantic omen, and children really love to lie down!His parents tried their luck, and the bag they picked was a lottery. At night, Xiaohuan leaned against the wall to smoke a cigarette, stroking his hair with one hand, reassuring him that eating bran and swallowing vegetables can also grow the child up, as much as it comes, as much as it is pulled.More children are more blessings, I have never heard of people who think they have too many children!Duohe's pregnancy period is winter and spring, and when her stomach is showing, she rents a room in the nearby countryside and hides there to give birth.The countryman had two coins to send away, so his mouth was sealed.Zhang Jian turned around: "Have two coins? So easy to have two coins?" Xiaohuan didn't say a word, and she still stroked Zhang Jian's hedgehog-like hair with her hands confidently. Dahe had a miscarriage.She was going up the stairs before the Spring Festival, and her three-month-old fetus fell down.She walked up to the fourth floor with blood on every concrete step.As soon as she entered the door, she heard the neighbors talking loudly, who killed someone? !Why is there blood everywhere? !Discussions gathered at the door of Zhang's house: What a disaster, something happened to Master Zhang's house!Those who knocked on the door, pushed the window, and shouted blocked half of the corridor.Dahe lay quietly in the warm pool of blood.想着她今后是否还有可能生三孩、四孩、五孩，是否还会给自己生一群亲人，让她在他们眼里看见永别了的父母、舅舅、外公、外婆，看见代浪村的村景、田野、樱花林…… 也许她失落的这个三个月胎龄的三孩带走了她的生育能力。那流浪的一个多月，那一场场的惊吓、饥饿的后果原来在此。 外面为张师傅家操心的人越来越多。有人照小石、小彭的做法拉开了厨房的窗子，有人嚷着："借板凳去！"有人喊："小环大嫂在吗？" 小环带着两个男孩逛够了，推着车走到楼下，正看见一个打补丁的大屁股塞在她家厨房窗口。她挑起烟熏火燎的嗓子问那是谁的屁股，大白天偷她家的金条、银元吗？她家可是刚刚少了一个崭新的电唱匣子！ 人们趴在公共走廊的栏杆上，七嘴八舌讲着楼梯上的血迹。 小环立刻扔下儿童车。一只胳膊夹一个男孩跑进楼梯口。她马上明白多鹤出了事--出了什么事？等她赶到自己家门口，也顾不得问刚才那个屁股是谁的，谁这么大胆。她打开门，反手又将门关严。地上的血已经成了血豆腐，多鹤躺在床上，身下一块椭圆的深红色。她把大孩二孩放在大屋床上，赶紧回到小屋。 小环用手掌抹去多鹤额上的冷汗。多鹤看看她，两人都不说话。还用说什么？小环从阳台上抓下大孩、二孩的尿布，叠了叠，塞进多鹤的裤子。多鹤又看看她，她看回去。多鹤头一眼看小环，小环就知道她没事，就是累，再说话就累她了。 小环去厨房，捅开灶火。窗外人还操着心。随他们操心去，她得赶紧给多鹤煮点糖开水。等多鹤捧着一大缸糖水时，小环才想起她把儿童车丢在楼下了。可她跑到楼下，发现车不见了。那车是小彭和小石做的，车身是两张并排的小木椅，前面挡的横梁可以打开合上，车轮是用轴承自装的，特别好看好使。 小环把煤灰撒在血迹上，一层楼一层楼地清扫，一层一层地骂街：偷了咱们孩子的车给你孩子坐？让你孩子坐出大疔疮来，让他满腚长毒痈，一个痈八个头，流脓淌血淌死他！看我们家人害点妇女病就想来欺负？把女人的脏血泼你家去！让你晦气一辈子！让你生儿子没鸡儿生女儿没眼儿！ 小环骂得扬眉吐气，邻居的孩子们一个个端着晚饭站在公共走廊上做她的观众、听众。小环骂街在朱家屯就是个名角儿。孩子们吃着、看着、听着，不时提一两句台词：小环阿姨，是满腚生大肥蛆，不是毒痈！或者：小环阿姨咋不说一肚子坏下水…… 张俭听说多鹤流产暗暗地松口气。一个多月后，多鹤还是流血不止。张俭和小环都怕起来，商量要不要请大夫。小环把多鹤扶到一家私立妇幼院，诊断后让多鹤立刻进手术室，因为流产并不彻底。 手术后，多鹤在医院住下来。 小环天天傍晚带着三个孩子来看她。第三天下午，小环进了病房，发现另外三个产妇都赶在一块出了院。多鹤睡得头发七拱八翘，小环用梳子蘸了水替她梳顺。 多鹤突然说她救过一个小姑娘，从她自己母亲手里救下的。她母亲要掐死她。小姑娘叫久美，当时三岁。那么当时多鹤几岁？十六。为什么母亲要杀这个小姑娘？当时好多母亲都把自己孩子杀了。Why?因为……自己杀总比别人杀好。谁会杀他们呢？战败国的人，谁都会杀，所以崎户村的村长让一个枪手把几百村民全部杀死了。 小环不动了。她坐下来。这是个好天，开春的气味从窗外飘进来。住了这么多年，她对东北老家的想念才淡了些。多鹤一个没了村子、父母、兄弟姐妹的人，得要多久，才能让想念淡下去？何况她的村子、母亲、弟、妹是那样没的。她听着多鹤吃力地讲述她怎样看见崎户村人的自杀，代浪村和其他日本村子的人怎样走上不归路。多鹤的中文还远远不够来表述这么恐怖、惨烈的故事，有些地方，小环要靠猜测才能把她的意思连贯起来。也幸亏她不能尽情表达，不然这个故事小环是听不下去的。 一个护士进来，多鹤停住了叙述。小环看见她的手指抖得吓人，上了岁数似的。其实即便护士用心听，也不见得能听懂多鹤的讲述。张家人把多鹤的话听熟了，不觉得她难懂罢了。 护士走了后，多鹤继续讲。剩下的八百日本人已经不成人样，没被母亲杀死的孩子们也一个个在饿死、冻死--他们已经从秋天走进了冬天。土匪们的快马冲过来，抓起女孩子们，谁都挣扎不动，叫不出声来了。只有一个老人--唯一一个活下来的老头说：枪呢？举起枪来，朝女孩子们打呀！可是枪早就丢了…… 小环觉得心里那股难受特别奇怪：这故事的惨烈可怕不像是人间的。日本人怎么那么热爱死这桩事呢？一个村长能替全村人当家去死？一个母亲可以替孩子们当家去死？ 她听完多鹤的故事就让自己的心一直空白，一直空白到她回到家，看见坐在桌上自斟自饮的张俭。她眼泪顿时流了出来。 张俭问了几句，问不出结果。丫头吓坏了，起先还说妈妈吃饭吧，饭都凉了，后来也不敢做声了。她从来没见过小环哭这么痛：小环是那种让别人哭的人。小环哭了一阵，拿过张俭的酒杯，干了两杯白干，吸着鼻子进大屋睡去了。等张俭也上了床，她才把多鹤的身世讲给他听。 他听到多鹤抱着三岁的病女孩久美边跑边哀求她的刽子手母亲时，手捶了一下床帮子，叫道："哎呀！" 那一夜张俭和小环没睡什么觉。两人都靠在那里抽烟。抽一阵，张俭会想出故事中某个细节，再问小环，当小环复述了那个细节之后，他绝望了似的：真是那么惨绝人寰。有的细节他问了好几遍，每证实一次他心情就更坏一点，可他仍是不停地问，希望自己听错了。 快天亮时张俭才睡着。第二天早晨上班他头晕脑涨，组里谁出一点错他都不依不饶。十六岁的少女多鹤经历过那样的惨事。多鹤刚从麻袋里出来的模样幽灵似的出现在吊车前面，出现在他饭盒子前面、储衣柜里、淋浴的水花里。他恨他父母，干什么不行，偏要去花七块大洋买回这样一个女子，现在好了，她的身世弄得他要疯。假如他们买她回来，就把她的身世告诉他，多好。他会坚决地把她推出去。那她去找谁……早一些知道她的身世，他会换个态度待她。可换什么样的态度呢？