Chapter 16 white dog swing

Northeast Gaomi Township originally produced a big white and gentle dog. After several generations, it is very difficult to see a purebred dog again.Now, most of the households there are mixed dogs, and occasionally there is a white dog, which always grows mixed hair on a certain part of the body, showing traces of mixed blood.But as long as the area of ​​the miscellaneous hair does not account for a large proportion of the entire dog's body area, and it is not in a particularly conspicuous part, people will habitually call it "white dog", and do not follow the name and seek truth from it too much. Find fault.When a white dog, all white except for two black front paws, came down the crumbling stone bridge over the small river in my hometown, I was washing my face with clear river water on the stone steps under the bridge head.At the end of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the low-lying Northeast Gaomi Township was unbearably hot. I got out of the bus from the county town to the town, my clothes were soaked in sweat, and my neck and face were covered with yellow dust.After washing his neck and face, he really wanted to take off his clothes and jump into the river, but he saw people walking in the distance on the brown field road connected to the stone bridge, so he let go of this idea, stood up, and used the gift from his fiancée. One of the series of handkerchiefs wiped his face and neck.It was past noon, the sun was slightly westward, and there were gusts of southeast wind blowing.The icy and mild southeast wind makes people very comfortable. It makes the sorghum tips sway and rustle gently, and makes a white dog that is getting bigger and bigger raise its fur and wag its tail.It is near, and I see its two black claws.

The white dog with black paws walked to the bridge, stopped, looked back at the dirt road, and raised its chin to look at me with those two cloudy dog ​​eyes.The look in the dog's eyes is distant and desolate, with a vague hint, which evokes a kind of misty feeling deep in his heart. After studying and leaving my hometown, my parents also moved to other provinces to live with my brother. There were no relatives in my hometown, so I never came back. Ten years passed in a flash, and the distance was neither short nor long.Before the summer vacation, my father came to see me at the college where I was teaching. When he talked about the hometown, he couldn't help feeling deeply.He hoped that I could go back and have a look. I said I was busy with work and couldn't get away. My father shook his head disapprovingly.When my father left, I always felt uneasy.Finally made up my mind, cut off the thread and came back.

The white dog turned back to look at the brown dirt road, and then looked up at me, the dog's eyes were still cloudy.I looked at its two black paws and was surprised to recall something, but it retracted its bright red tongue and barked at me twice.Then, it squatted on the stone pile at the end of the bridge, raised one hind leg, and urinated habitually.After finishing the work, he moved down slowly along the way I got off the bridge, and stood beside me, with his tail drooping between his legs, his tongue sticking out, and licking the water one after another. It seems to be waiting for someone, showing a leisurely look that drinking water is not because of thirst.The indifferent expression on the dog's face was reflected in the river, and the fish swimming at the bottom kept passing through the dog's face.Both dogs and fish are not afraid of me. I can definitely smell the smell of dogs and fish, and even have the bad idea of ​​kicking it into the water to catch fish.I thought it would be more "dog way", but at this moment, the dog rolled up its tail, raised its face, gave me a cold look, and walked up to the bridge step by step.I saw it shrug the hair on its neck, and ran towards the way it came from excitedly.On both sides of the dirt road are large patches of gray-green sorghum with tassels.A small blue sky with pure white clouds covers the wilderness where the plates are connected.I walked up to the bridge, picked up my travel bag, and wanted to hurry across the bridge. My village was about 12 miles away. I didn’t say hello to the people in the village before I came.Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the white dog trotting to open the way, leading a man carrying a large bundle of sorghum leaves from the sorghum field beside the road.

I have worked in the countryside for nearly twenty years, so I naturally know that sorghum leaves are the best fodder for cattle and horses, and I also know that shedding the old leaves of sorghum when drying rice will not greatly affect the yield of sorghum.Watching a large bundle of sorghum leaves hobbled over from a distance made my heart feel heavy.I know very well what it feels like to go into the airtight sorghum field to beat the leaves in summer. Needless to say, the sweat is all over your body and your chest feels tight. The most bitter thing is that the fine hairs on the leaves come into contact with your sweaty skin.I let out a sigh of relief for myself.Gradually, I could see clearly the person walking over with a load of sorghum leaves bent.Blue jacket, black trousers, black-footed yellow rubber shoes, if it weren't for the drooping hair, I wouldn't be able to tell that she was a woman, even though she was very close to me when she appeared.Her head is parallel to the ground, her neck sticks out long.Is it to relieve the pain in the shoulder?She pressed the lower end of the back stick on her shoulder with one hand, and the other hand went around the back of her neck to hold the upper end of the back stick.The sun glistened with sweat on her neck and scalp.Sorghum leaves are green and fresh.She moved step by step, and finally got on the bridge.The width of the bridge was about the same as the bales on her back. I stepped back to stand beside the bridge stone where the white dog had just stopped to mark, and watched him cross the bridge with her.

I suddenly felt that there was an invisible line between the white dog and her. The white dog was bouncing step by step, and this line was also tightly held.When it came to me, it glanced at me again, and with those distant dog eyes, the vague suggestion in the dog eyes became very clear in an instant, and its two black claws tore through the heart of my heart. The mist made me think of her immediately, her drooping head slid past me, and her short breathing and tangy sweat remained in my feeling forever.Vigorously throwing off the heavy sorghum leaves on her back, she slowly stretched her body.The big bundle of leaves was behind her, almost up to her breasts.I saw that the place where the bundle of leaves was in contact with her body was obviously indented, and the part that was particularly stressed was the wet and rotten leaves.I know that those parts of her body where the sorghum leaves have been crushed must be very comfortable now; standing on the bridge head with cool water vapor and letting the wind in the field blow, she must have felt relaxed and satisfied.Relaxation and satisfaction are the elements that constitute happiness. I have experienced this in the past years.

After she straightened her back, she seemed to lose consciousness temporarily.The dirt on his face showed traces of sweat.The vivid mouth was opened, and let out a long breath.The bridge of the nose is as straight as an onion.Dark complexion.Teeth are whiter. There are beautiful women from my hometown, who have been elected to the court in all dynasties.Now there are also a few acting in movies in the capital. I have met these few people, and they are just like that, not much better than her.If she hadn't lost her appearance, she might have become a great actress.More than ten years ago, she was as beautiful as a flower, her eyes were as bright as stars.

"Warm." I yelled. She stared at me with her left eye, the white of which was bloodshot, and she looked nasty. "Nuan, sister-in-law." I yelled again interpretively. I am 29 this year, and she is two years younger than me. We have been separated for ten years and have changed a lot. If it weren't for the disability left by a mistake on the swing frame, I wouldn't dare to recognize her.The white dog also looked at me intently, and after some calculation, it was 12 years old, so it should be an old dog.I didn't expect it to be alive and looking healthy.On the Dragon Boat Festival that year, it was only as big as a basketball, and my father brought it from my uncle's house in the county town. 12 years ago, purebred white dogs were almost extinct, and it was hard to find even such a small defect that could still be called a white dog.My uncle was a dog breeder for profit, and my father brought him back, and he would not rely on the old nephew's rogue tactics against his uncle.When the mongrel puppies flooded the countryside, my father brought it back, which aroused the admiration of everyone, and some people offered a high price of 30 yuan to buy it, but of course they were politely rejected.Even in the rural areas at that time, in the remote places like our Northeast Gaomi Township, there was still a lot of fun, and keeping a dog was the solution.As long as there is no major natural disaster, there is usually enough food, so dogs can reproduce.

When I was 19 years old and Nuan was 17 years old, when Baigou was four months old, groups of People's Liberation Army troops and military vehicles came from the north and crossed the stone bridge in an endless stream.Our middle school set up a mat shed next to the bridge to cook tea for the PLA, and the student propaganda team beat gongs and drums, sang and danced beside the mat shed.The bridge was very narrow, and the first large truck drove over cautiously with half of its wheels hanging.The rear wheel of the second car broke a bridge stone and fell into the river. Many pots and pans on the car were smashed, and there were oily seeds floating in the river.A group of fighters jumped into the river, dragged the driver out of the driver's building, and carried him to the bank wetly.Several soldiers in white coats surrounded him.A man in white gloves, holding a headset in his hand, shouts loudly.I and Nuan are the backbone of the publicity team, forgot to sing and make noise, and just watched the excitement.Later, a few big heads came over, shook hands with Mr. Guo Mazi, the representative of the poor and lower-middle peasants in our school, and shook hands with Director Liu of our school’s revolutionary committee. After putting on their gloves, they waved to us. There, watch the procession continue across the river.Uncle Guo Mazi asked me to play the flute, and Director Liu asked Nuan to sing.Nuan asked: "What are you singing?" Director Liu said: "Sing "I See You Are So Close"."Soldiers crossed the river on the bridge line by line, and cars waded across the river one by one. (The water in the small river is clear and long, and the crops are covered with ditches.) The front of the car stirs up snow-white spray, and the rear of the car leaves a yellow turbid current. (The People's Liberation Army came into the mountains to help us make the autumn harvest.) After the big trucks passed by, two small jeeps also went down the river in a daze.A car crossed the river at high speed, splashing snow spray five or six meters high; a car dived into the water, buzzing and drowned, and a puff of blue smoke rose from the river. (Bringing up the common words, so many past events come to mind) "Oops!" said one of the chiefs.Another chief said: "Fucking idiot! Let Wang Houzi send someone to lift the car up." (Eat one pot of rice, light one lamp oil) Soon dozens of People's Liberation Army pushed the car in the river. In a deflated jeep, the People's Liberation Army went down the river wearing military uniforms. The river was only up to their knees, but they were all wet to their chests. The military uniforms, which had darkened after being wet, clung to their bodies, showing their fat and thin legs. and buttocks. (You are our flesh and blood, you are our caring people) Those men in white coats carried the drenched driver into a car painted with a red cross. (The kindness of the party is endless, and I always feel very close to you when I see you.) The chiefs turned around and seemed to be preparing to cross the bridge. I held the flute, opened my mouth warmly, and looked at the chiefs blankly.A headman wearing black-rimmed glasses nodded to us and said, "You can sing well, and you can play well too." Uncle Guo Mazi said, "The chiefs have worked hard. The children are talking nonsense, don't laugh." He said He took out a pack of cigarettes, opened them, and respectfully paid them over, but the chiefs politely declined.A car with a lot of wheels was parked on the other side of the river, and several soldiers jumped on it, throwing down a few coils of thick steel wire rope and some white wooden sticks.The chief, wearing black-rimmed glasses, said to a handsome young officer beside him: "Captain Cai, your propaganda team will send them some musical instruments."

The team crossed the river and dispersed to various villages.The division headquarter lives in our village.Those days were like Chinese New Year, and the whole village was excited.Dozens of telephone wires were pulled out from the wing room of my house and stretched in all directions.The handsome captain Cai lives in Nuan's house with a group of art soldiers who play, play, play and sing.I go to play every day and get to know Captain Cai very well.Captain Cai asked Nuan to sing to him.He was a tall young man with shaggy hair and high eyebrows.When Nuan sang, he lowered his head and smoked desperately, and I saw his ears trembling slightly.He said that the warm conditions are good, very good, but it is a pity that there is a lack of guidance from famous teachers.He said that I was also very promising.He likes my black paw little white dog very much. After my father knew about it, he wanted to give it to him immediately, but he didn't want it.On the day the team was about to set off, my father and Nuan's father came together and begged Captain Cai to take me and Nuan away.Captain Cai said, go back and report to the chief, and we will be drafted at the end of the year.When we left, Captain Cai gave me a copy of "How to Play the Flute" and a copy of "How to Sing Revolutionary Songs" for Nuan.

"Sister-in-law," I said in embarrassment, "don't you know me?" Our village is composed of Zhuangzi with mixed surnames, Zhang Wang, Li Du, gathered from all directions, and the arrangement of various generations is a bit messy.Aunts marry nephews, and nephews abduct aunts from time to time. As long as they are of the same age, no one will laugh at them.I call Nuan my sister-in-law because I have been used to it since I was a child, and there is no blood relationship involved.More than ten years ago, when "nuan" and "xiaogu" were mixed up and called together, I had a special feeling in my heart.After ten years of separation, they are both old and young, although they still yell like that, but it has lost their taste.

"Sister-in-law, don't you really not know me?" After saying this, I immediately condemned myself for being slow.Her face already had a bleak look.Sweat still drenched, sticking a strand of dry hair to his cheek.His dark face was pale.There is a bright watery light flickering in the left eye.There is no eye on the right side, no tears, and a row of chaotic black eyelashes are planted in the deeply sunken eye socket.My heart was pounding, and I couldn't bear to look at the sag, so I deliberately turned my eyes away, and looked at her euphemistic eyebrows and her hair that was shining with sweat in the half-day sun.The muscles on her left cheek twitched slightly in conjunction with the eyelashes on the eye sockets and the eyebrows above the sockets, forming a sad and weird expression.Others won't be tempted when they see her, but I can't be tempted when I see her... On that night more than ten years ago, I ran to your house and said to you: "Sister-in-law, the swing players are all gone, let's go, let's go have a good time." You said: "I'm taking a nap." I said: " Don’t take one! It’s been eight days since the Cold Food Festival, and tomorrow the team will dismantle the swing frame and use wood. This morning, Shi Shi muttered to the captain that he thought the cart rope was used as a swing rope, and it was almost worn out.” You yawned and said: "Then go." The white dog has grown into a half-sized dog, with thin muscles and bones, and is uglier than when he was a child.It followed us, the moon shone on its fur, and its fur shone with silver light. The swing frame was erected on the edge of the yard, with two standing logs, a horizontal log, two iron rings, two thick ropes, and a wooden pedal.The swing frame, standing silently under the moonlight, is gloomy, like a ghost gate.Not far behind the shelf is the Changyuan ditch, in which there are continuous groves of black locust trees, with a blue-gray moon hanging on the sharp and hard thorns. "I'm sitting, you fuck me." You said. "I'll swing you to the sky." "Take the white dog." "Don't try to play tricks." You call the white dog over, and you say, "White dog, let you enjoy yourself too." You hold on to the rope with one hand, and the white dog with the other, and it hums aggrievedly.I stood on the pedal, clamped you and the dog with my legs, and pushed harder and harder, and the swing gradually gained inertia.We gradually rose, the moonlight was turbulent like water, and the wind was blowing in my ears, I was a little dizzy.You giggled, the white dog whined, and finally leveled the beam.Fields and rivers, houses and tombs alternately appear before my eyes, and the cool wind blows in and goes away.I looked down into your eyes and asked, "Sister-in-law, how are you?" You said: "Okay, it's time to go to heaven." The rope broke.I fell under the swing frame, you and the white dog flew into the black locust bush, and a locust needle pierced your right eye.The white dog came out of the bushes and spun around drunkenly under the swing, and the swing knocked him out... "These years...have you been doing well?" I muttered. I saw her raised shoulders slump, and the tense muscles in her face relaxed.Perhaps it was due to physiological compensation or hard work, the left eye suddenly shot out a cold light, which made me feel uncomfortable. "How could it be wrong? There is food, clothes, men, and children, and everything is missing except for one eye. Isn't that 'good'?" She said vigorously. I was speechless for a while, and after thinking for a long time, I said: "I have stayed at my alma mater to teach. It is said that I will be promoted as a lecturer... I miss home very much, not only the people in my hometown, but also the small river and stone bridge in my hometown." , the fields, the red sorghum in the fields, the quiet air, the melodious singing of birds...I will be back during the summer vacation." "What's there to think about, this broken place. Think about this broken bridge? The sorghum field is like a fucking steamer, it's almost steaming people." She said, walked down the bridge along the ramp, and stood there. He took off the men's blue uniform jacket with white alkali flowers, threw it on the stone beside him, and bent down to wash his face and neck.She only wore a bulky round-neck sweater on her upper body, and there were densely packed holes in the shirt.It used to be white, now it's gray.The undershirt was tucked into the waistband of her trousers, and a rolled white bandage tied her trousers. She never looked at me again, and washed her face and arms with water.Finally, she pulled the hem of the undershirt out of the waistband of her trousers like no one else was there, lifted it up, and scooped up water to wash her chest.The undershirt was wet in no time, clinging to her fat, saggy breasts.Looking at those two objects, I thought lightly, this and that are just that.Just like the country children sing: If you are not married, you are a golden tit, if you are married, you are a silver tit, and if you have a child, you are a dog tit.I then asked: "How many children are there?" "Three." She brushed her hair back, shook her undershirt, and tucked it back into the waistband of her trousers. "Didn't it say that only one child is allowed?" "I didn't have a second child either." Seeing that I was puzzled, she explained coldly, "I gave birth to three in one child, and they were like a dog." My lack of honesty is smiling.She picked up the blue blouse, whipped it on her knees a few times and put it on, buttoning it from bottom to top.The white dog lying next to the bale also stood up, brushing his fur and stretching his waist. I said, "You're really capable." "What can I do if I can't do it? No matter how many crimes I have to suffer, I can't escape it even if I want to." "Boys and girls, right?" "It's all public." "You are really lucky, you have many children." "Tofu!" "Is this still the dog?" "I won't live for a few days." "It's more than ten years in a flash." "Another moment and you'll be damned." "No," I gradually became annoyed, and said to the white dog sitting next to the straw bale, "this old dog is still alive!" "Oh, if you want to live, you don't want us to live? Those who eat rice must live, and those who eat bran must live; the high-level must live, and the low-level must live." "How did you become like this?" I said, "Who is high? Who is low?" "Aren't you quite advanced? University lecturer!" I blushed, my ears were hot, and I was speechless. For a while, I felt that I couldn't bear the uselessness. I searched for harsh words and wanted to retort, and then I thought, that's all.I picked up my travel bag, smiled dryly, and said, "I might live at my eighth uncle's house, come when you have time." "I married Qiuzi Wang, do you know that?" "You don't tell me I don't know." "I don't know, I don't know, there is no big scene." She said flatly, "If you don't think your sister-in-law is a dog, then take the time to play and go to the village to inquire about the house of 'A Eye Warm', there is nothing you don't know .” "Sister-in-law, I really didn't expect it to be like this..." "This is life, a person's life is governed by heaven, and random thoughts are useless." She came up from the bridge gracefully, stood in front of the straw bale, and said, "Please help me lift the grass onto my shoulders. " My heart was so hot that I bravely said, "Let me carry it back for you!" "Don't dare to use it!" As she said, she knelt down in front of the straw bale, put the stick on her shoulders, and said, "Get up." I turned behind her, grabbed the rope, and lifted it up vigorously. With this strength, she stood up. Her body bent again, and in order to carry it more comfortably, she vigorously shook the straw bales on her back a few times, and the sorghum leaves rustled.From a very low place came her muffled words: "Come and play." The white dog barked at me a few times and ran to the front.I stood on the bridge head for a long time, watching the big bundle of sorghum leaves slowly moving northward until the white dogs turned into white spots, and the people and the bales turned into black spots that were bigger than the white spots. , I just turned and walked south. It is 7 miles from Qiaotou to Wangjiaqiuzi. It is 12 miles from Qiaotou to our village. On the 19-mile road from our village to Wangjiaqiuzi, my eighth uncle asked me to ride a bicycle.I said forget it, just walk for more than ten miles.Uncle Ba said: Now that I am rich, every family has bicycles. Not a few years ago, there was only one and a half cars in the whole village. It is not easy to borrow. Who would not want to borrow rare things.I said that I knew I was rich, and I saw bicycles running around the streets, but I didn't want to ride a bicycle. I had been an intellectual for several years, and I had a few sets of hemorrhoids, so it's better to walk.Uncle Ba said: Studying is obviously not a very good thing. Not to mention seven diseases and eight disasters, people are still crazy.You said what are you doing at her house, you are blind, dumb, and you are not afraid that the villagers will laugh at you.Fish look for fish, shrimp look for shrimp, don't lower your status!I said Uncle Ba, I don't argue with you, I threw away twenty or thirty people, and I knew it well.Eighth Uncle resentfully went about his own business and left me alone. I very much hope to meet her and Baigou again on the bridge. If there is such a large bundle of sorghum leaves, I will risk my life and help her carry it home; I lead to her home.The city has come to an era when everyone pays attention to fashion and everyone follows fashion; but people in my hometown cast contemptuous glances at my jeans, which made me very embarrassed.So I explained: to deal with the goods, 3 yuan and 60 cents a piece-in fact, I spent 25 yuan.Since it was cheap, the people in the village forgave me.The villagers in Wangjiaqiuzi didn't know that my trousers were cheap, and they couldn't meet her and the dog, so they had to go into the village and ask for directions, which inevitably attracted people's attention.Thinking of this, I hope to meet her, or Baigou even more.But after all, it came to nothing.As soon as I crossed the stone bridge, I saw the sun coming out of the sorghum trees very red, and a thick red beam of light lay in the river, brightly dyeing the river water.The sun was strangely red, and there seemed to be some black air surrounding it, probably it was going to rain. Holding my folding umbrella, I entered the village in a gust of drizzling rain.An old woman with scruffy shoulders was crossing the street, the wind flapping her long skirts, making her sway.I put away the umbrella, carried it, and went up to ask for directions. "Ma'am, where does Nuan's family live?" She stood obliquely, rolling her dim eyes in confusion.The wind expresses itself through the gray hair, the ruffled skirts, and the soft trees; the raindrops are as big as copper coins, and it can run like a horse, and occasionally a drop hits her face. "Where does Nuanjia live?" I asked again. "Which Nuanjia?" she asked.I have no choice but to say "an eye warms the home".The old woman gave me a sullen glance, raised her arm, and pointed to a row of blue-tiled houses along the street. Standing on the corridor, I shouted loudly, "Is Nuangu at home?" The first one to answer my shout was the old white dog with black paws.It is not like those vicious dogs that leap and roar around you, relying on their power to bite you in the den, and you will scare you to death. Eyes, barking symbolically, fully demonstrates the gentle and generous quality of a fine-bred white dog. I yelled again, and Nuan agreed crisply in the room, but it was a fierce man with a yellow beard and two yellow eyes who came out to greet me.He looked at me viciously with his khaki eyeballs, stopped his gaze on my pair of jeans, curled his mouth crookedly, and showed a crazy expression on his face.He took a step forward—I hurriedly took a step back—and raised the little finger of his right hand, shaking it sharply in front of my eyes, uttering a series of intermittent syllables.Although I knew from my eighth uncle that Nuan Gu's husband was dumb, my heart still felt heavy when I saw the madness of a real person.One-eyed married to a dumb man, cutting vegetables with a machete against a ladle, it is said that I didn't feel wronged by anyone, but my heart was still heavy immediately. Nuangu, we thought beautifully at that time.Captain Cai left, leaving us with great hope.On the day he left, you looked directly at him, and the tears you shed were all for him.Captain Cai's face was pale, and he took out a small horn comb from his pocket and handed it to you.I cried too, and I said, "Captain Cai, we are waiting for you to recruit us." Captain Cai said, "Just wait." When the sorghum was red in late autumn, we heard that there was a People's Liberation Army recruiting in the county, and we were so excited. I can't sleep well.A teacher from the school came to the county to do business. We asked him to go to the Ministry of Human Resources and Armed Forces to find out if Captain Cai was here.The teacher went.The teacher is back.The teacher told us: All the PLA recruits this year are yellow coats and blue trousers, and the Air Force ground service is not the part of Captain Cai.I was disappointed, and you said to me confidently: "Captain Cai will not lie to us!" I said: "People have forgotten this matter a long time ago." Your father also said: "Give you a stick, and you will be treated as He got a needle. He’s just teasing you like children. Good people don’t serve as soldiers, and good irons don’t make nails. The bastards have graduated and come home to bend irons. Don’t just think about it.” You said: “ He doesn't treat me like a child. He can't treat me like a child." As you said, your face flushed bright red.Your father said: "I can get you." I looked at your discolored face in amazement, looked at the vaguely peculiar expression on your face, and said incoherently: "Maybe, if he doesn't come this year, the next year, the next year Don’t come in the next year.” Captain Cai is such a handsome man!He has slender limbs, cold facial lines, and his beard is always shaven.Later, you told me frankly that the night before he left, he held your head and kissed it lightly.You said he moaned after the kiss and said: "Little sister, you are so pure..." For this reason, I felt nameless anger in my heart.You said, "If I become a soldier, I will marry him." I said, "Stop dreaming! If you put 200 catties of pork upside down, Captain Cai will not want you." "If he doesn't want me, I will marry you again." "I don't want it!" I yelled loudly.You rolled my eyes at me and said, "You've got a severe burn!" Looking back now, you looked pretty good back then.Your bud-like breasts often make my heart beat. The mute obviously looked down on me, and he expressed his contempt and hatred for me with his raised little thumb.I smiled all over my face, trying to win his friendship, but he crossed the fingers of his hands together, made a strange shape, and held it in front of me.I found the low-level and indecent answer to this gesture from the knowledge accumulated from the pranks of my youth, and I suddenly felt like holding a toad in my hand.I even wanted to get away and run away, but I saw three bald-headed little boys with the same appearance and the same attire rolling out of the house, standing at the door and looking at me with the same small khaki eyes, their heads all tilted to the right, like three feathers Unfed, grumpy little cock.The child's face looked very old, with raised forehead lines on his forehead and a broad and strong mandible, all trembling slightly.I hurriedly took out the candy and said to them: "Please eat candy." The dumb man waved to them immediately, and a few simple syllables popped out of his mouth.The boys stared eagerly at the colorful candy in my hand, not daring to move.I wanted to walk over, but the mute stood in front of me, waving his arms wildly, and screaming frighteningly. Nuan folded her hands on her belly, and walked out of the room with a slightly staggering gait.I quickly understood the reason for her delay in leaving the house. The clean indanthrene blue jacket and gray Derma trousers with tight folds were obviously just changed.It has been a long time since I saw the Shihlin blue cloth and the Li Tiemei-style gown sewn with Shihlin blue cloth. At first sight, I felt nostalgic.The young women with big breasts wearing this kind of gown have a special charm.Nuan is a woman with a straight neck and an elegant face.A prosthetic eye was installed in her right eye socket, and her facial balance was restored.My heart is sad for her good and bitter heart. I observe life in a low-key manner.Can't take a closer look at that eye, it's lifeless, it's cloudy and flashes magneto-optical.When she realized that I was watching her, she lowered her head, walked around the dumb man and walked in front of me, took off the satchel on my shoulder, and said, "Go into the house." The mute yanked her away, looking angrily, as if electricity was about to come out of his eyes.He pointed to my trousers, raised his little finger, shook it, howled, his facial features were all moving, sometimes squeezed into a bunch, sometimes wide open, with a vivid and terrifying expression on his face.Finally, he spat on the ground and stomped on it with his knuckle-heavy feet.The mute's hatred for me seems to be directly related to the jeans. I regret wearing these pants to go back to my hometown. "Sister-in-law, look, brother doesn't know me." I said awkwardly. She pushed the mute, pointed to me, raised her thumbs up, pointed to the direction of our village, pointed to my hand, pointed to the pen in my pocket and the school badge on my chest, and gestured for writing. , and drew out a square book, and stretched out his thumb, pointing to the sky.The expressions on her face are colorful.The mute was taken aback for a moment, and immediately lost all sharpness in his body, his eyes were as docile as a big child's.He barked like a dog, his mouth wide open, showing a mouthful of yellow die teeth.He patted my heart with his palm, then stomped and roared, his face flushed.I completely understood what he meant and was so moved.I felt relieved that I had won the trust of my dumb brother.The three boys came up dodgingly and stared at the candy in my hand. I said: "Come on!" The boys looked up at their father.The mute laughed, and the children quickly jumped up and snatched the candy from my hand.In order to fight for a piece of candy that fell on the ground, three bare heads crowded together and moved.The mute looked at them and laughed.Nuan let out a soft sigh, and she said: "You've seen everything, just laugh at me." "Sister-in-law...how dare I...they are all cute..." The mute looked at me sensitively, smiled, turned around, and kicked the three entangled boys away with a few strokes of his paws.The boys gasped and stared at each other fiercely.I took out all the candy, divided it into three evenly, and handed it to them. The dumb man wailed and gestured to the boy.The boys hid their hands behind their backs and stepped back step by step.The mute wailed louder for a while, and the boys twitched their faces. Each took out a piece of candy, put it in the father's thick-knuckle hand, and then disappeared without a trace with a howl.The dumb man held the three pieces of candy, looked at them clumsily for a while, and then turned to me, gesticulating with his mouth and hands.I didn't understand, and looked at Nuan begging for help.Nuan said: "He said he knew your name a long time ago, and he wanted to eat a piece of the high-grade candy you brought from Beijing." I made a gesture of throwing food into my mouth.He smiled, peeled off the candy wrapper carefully, threw the candy into his mouth, chewed, and tilted his head, as if he was listening to something.He stuck out his thumb again, and this time I fully understood that he was praising Tang's advanced level.Soon he ate a second candy.I told Nuan that next time I come back, I must bring some real high-grade candy for my elder brother to eat.Nuan said, "Can you come again?" I said I would definitely come. The mute ate the second piece of candy, thought for a while, and handed the piece of candy to Nuan.Nuan closed her eyes, "Oh—" the mute roared.My heart was trembling, seeing him stretching out his hand to Nuan's eyes again, Nuan closed his eyes and shook his head. "Aw————" the dumb roared angrily. He grabbed Nuan's hair with his left hand and pulled it back, making her face look up. He brought the piece of candy to his mouth with his right hand, and tore off the wrapper with his teeth. Two fingers pinched the piece of candy stained with his sticky saliva, and forced it into her mouth.Her mouth wasn't too small, but it was very small compared to his two cucumber-like fingers.His thick black fingers made her lips look delicate and delicate.Under his big hands, that face became thin and fragile. She held the piece of candy in her mouth, neither spitting nor chewing, her expression on her face was as flat as stagnant water.The mute smiled triumphantly at me for his own victory. She said vaguely, "Come in, how stupid we are, just standing in the wind." I looked around the yard, and she said, "What are you looking at? It's a big grass donkey, kicking and biting, and stinging. People dare not get close, and they are honest in his hands. In the spring, he went to buy the cow again, and it had only calved for a month." There is a big open shed in the yard of her house, where donkeys and cows are kept.The cow is extremely thin, and there is a fat calf sucking milk under its legs. It kicks its hind legs, wags its tail, and hits the cow's udder with its head from time to time. The cow arches its back in pain, and faint blue light shines in its eyes . Dumb is huge, a bottle of strong "Zhucheng Baigan", he drank 9/10, I drank 1/10.He didn't change his face, and I was dizzy.He opened another bottle of wine, filled my glass, and toasted me with both hands over his head.I was afraid of hurting this friend's heart, so with the determination to smash the light bulb, I took the wine and did it.Fearing that he would respect him again, he pretended to be unable to support him and leaned on the quilt.His face was flushed with excitement, he gestured to Nuan, and Nuan gestured to him for a while, then said to me softly: "Don't compare with him, ten of you can't get drunk like him. You must not get drunk." He stared hard. glanced at me.I raised my thumb and pointed to him, and raised my little finger to point to myself.So the wine was removed and the dumplings were served.I said, "Sister-in-law, let's eat together." Nuan asked the mute to agree, and the three boys climbed onto the kang, huddled together, and gorged themselves.Nuan stood under the kang, served us with food and water, and let her eat, but she said she had a bad stomach and didn't want to eat. After the meal, the wind stopped and the clouds cleared, and the vicious sun hung in the south.Nuan took out a piece of yellow cloth from the cabinet, pointed to the three children, and pointed to the northeast direction to the mute.The mute nodded.暖对我说：“你歇一会儿吧，我到乡镇去给孩子们裁几件衣服。不要等我，过了晌你就走。”她狠狠地看我一眼，夹起包袱，一溜风走出院子，白狗伸着舌头跟在她身后。 哑巴与我对面坐着，只要一碰上我的目光，他就咧开嘴笑。三个小男孩儿闹了一阵，侧歪在炕上睡了，他们几乎是同时入睡。太阳一出来，立刻便感到热，蝉在外面树上聒噪着。哑巴脱掉褂子，裸出上身发达的肌肉，闻着他身上挥发出来的野兽般的气息，我害怕，我无聊。哑巴紧密地眨巴着眼，双手搓着胸膛，搓下一条条鼠屎般的灰泥。他还不时地伸出蜥蜴般灵活的舌头舔着厚厚的嘴唇。我感到恶心、燥热，心里想起桥下粼粼的绿水。阳光透过窗户，晒着我穿牛仔裤的腿。我抬腕看表。 “噢噢噢！”哑巴喊着，跳下炕，从抽屉里摸出一块电子手表给我看。我看着他脸上祈望的神情，便不诚实地用小拇指点点我腕上的表，用大拇指点点他的电子表。他果然非常地高兴起来，把电子手表套在右手腕子上，我指指他的左手腕子，他迷惘地摇摇头。I smiled. “好热的天。今年庄稼长得挺好。秋天收晚田。你养的那头驴很有气度。三中全会后，农民生活大大提高了。大哥富起来了，该去买台电视机。'诸城老白干'到底是老牌子，劲儿冲。” “噢噢，噢噢。”他脸上充满幸福感，用并拢的手摸摸头皮，比比脖子。我惊愕地想，他要砍掉谁的脑袋吗？他见我不解，很着急，手哆嗦着，“噢噢噢，噢噢噢！”他用手指着自己的右眼，又摸头皮，手顺着头皮往下滑，到脖颈处，停住。I see.他要说暖什么事给我知道。I nod.他摸摸自己两个黑乎乎的乳头，指指孩子，又摸摸肚子。我似懂非懂，摇摇头。他焦急地蹲起来，调动起几乎全部的形体向我传达信息，我用力地点着头，我想应该学学哑语。最后，我满脸挂汗向他告辞，这没有什么难理解的，他脸上显出孩子般的真情来，拍拍我的心，又拍拍自己的心。我干脆大声说：“大哥，我们是好兄弟！”他三巴掌打起三个男孩儿来，让他们带着眵目糊给我送行。在门口，我从挎包里摸出那把自动折叠伞送他，并教他使用方法。他如获至宝，举着伞，弹开，收拢，收拢，弹开，翻来复去地弄。三个男孩儿仰脸看着忽开忽合的伞，腭骨又索索地抖起来。我戳了他一下，指指南去的路。 “噢噢。”他叫着，摆摆手，飞步跑回家去。他拿出一把拃多长的刀子，拔出牛角刀鞘，举到我的面前。刀刃上寒光闪闪，看得出来是件利物。他踮起脚，拽下门口杨树上一根拇指粗细的树枝来，用刀去削，树枝一节节落在地上。 他把刀子塞到我的挎包里。 走着路，我想，他虽然哑，但仍不失为一条有性格的男子汉，暖姑嫁给他，想必也不会有太多的苦吃，不能说话，日久天长习惯之后，凭借手势和眼神，也可以拆除生理缺陷造成的交流障碍。我种种软弱的想法，也许是犯着杞人忧天的毛病了。走到桥头间，已不去想她那儿的事，只想跳进河里洗个澡。路上清静无人。上午下那点儿雨，早就蒸发掉了，地上是一层灰黄的尘土。路两边窸窣着油亮的高粱叶子，蝗虫在蓬草间飞动，闪烁着粉红的内翅，翅膀剪动空气，发出“喀达喀达”的响声。桥下水声泼剌，白狗蹲在桥头。 白狗见到我便鸣叫起来，龇着一嘴雪白的狗牙。我预感到事情的微妙。白狗站起来，向高粱地里走，一边走，一边频频回头鸣叫，好像是召唤着我。脑子里浮现出侦探小说里的一些情节，横着心跟狗走，并把手伸进挎包里，紧紧地握着哑巴送我的利刃。分开茂密的高粱钻进去，看到她坐在那儿，小包袱放在身边。她压倒了一边高粱，辟出了一块高间，四周的高粱壁立着，如同屏风。看我进来，她从包袱里抽出黄布，展开在压倒的高粱上。一大片斑驳的暗影在她脸上晃动着。白狗趴到一边去，把头伏在平伸的前爪上，“哈达哈达”地喘气。 我浑身发紧发冷，牙齿打战，下腭僵硬，嘴巴笨拙：“你……不是去乡镇了吗？怎么跑到这里来……” “我信了命。”一道明亮的眼泪在她的腮上汩汩地流着，她说，“我对白狗说，'狗呀，狗，你要是懂我的心，就去桥头上给我领来他，他要是能来就是我们的缘分未断'，它把你给我领来啦。” “你快回家去吧。”我从挎包里摸出刀，说,“他把刀都给了我。” “你一走就是十年，寻思着这辈子见不着你了。你还没结婚？还没结婚……你也看到他啦，就那样，要亲能把你亲死，要揍能把你揍死……我随便和哪个男人说句话，就招他怀疑，也恨不得用绳拴起我来。闷得我整天和白狗说话，狗呀，自从我瞎了眼，你就跟着我，你比我老得快。嫁给他第二年，怀了孕，肚子像吹气球一样胀起来，临分娩时，路都走不动了，站着望不到自己的脚尖。一胎生了三个儿子，四斤多重一个，瘦得像一堆猫。要哭一齐哭，要吃一齐吃，只有两个奶子，轮着班吃，吃不到就哭。那二年，我差点瘫了。孩子落了草，就一直悬着心，老天，别让他们像他爹，让他们一个个开口说话……他们七八个月时，我心就凉了。那情景不对呀，一个个又呆又聋，哭起来像擀饼柱子不会拐弯。我祷告着，天啊，天！别让俺一窝都哑了呀，哪怕有一个响巴，和我作伴说话……到底还是全哑巴了……” 我深深地垂下头，嗫嚅着：“姑……小姑……都怨我，那年，要不是我拉你去打秋千……” “没有你的事，想来想去还是怨自己。那年，我对你说，蔡队长亲过我的头……要是我胆儿大，硬去队伍上找他，他就会收留我，他是真心实意地喜欢我。后来就在秋千架上出了事。你上学后给我写信，我故意不回信。我想，我已经破了相，配不上你了，只叫一人寒，不叫二人单，想想我真傻。你说实话，要是我当时提出要嫁给你，你会要我吗？” 我看着她狂放的脸，感动地说：“一定会要的，一定会。” “好你……你也该明白……怕你厌恶，我装上了假眼。我正在期上……我要个会说话的孩子……你答应了就是救了我了，你不答应就是害死我了。有一千条理由，有一万个借口，你都不要对我说。” ... 一九八五年四月