Chapter 22 sin

When I took my five-year-old brother Xiao Fuzi to watch the flood on the embankment, it was the first sunny morning after seven days of cloudy and rainy days.We walked through the alley and saw a dromedary chewing its cud.My brother and I stood far away, looking at the camel's split hooves in the mud, the vividly twisted tiny snake tail, the high curved chicken neck, the lewd and fat horse's mouth, full of The long and narrow sheep face of the cloud.It has dark red dead hair, a sour smell, and some yellow barley poop on its tall skinny legs. "Brother," my younger brother asked me, "do camels eat children?"

I am two years older than Xiaofuzi, and I am also a little afraid of camels, but I can't figure out whether camels eat children. "80%...can't eat it, right?" I hesitated and said to my younger brother, "Let's stay away from it, let's go to the embankment to watch the big water." We kept our eyes on the dirty camel with a long, gloomy face, and walked cautiously northward against the wall farthest from it.The camel squinted at us.When we came closest to its body, I couldn't bear the hot smell of its body.How come camels have such tall, slender legs?There is a ring of long hair hanging from the large sarcoma on the spine. What is in the tumor?This is the second time I have seen camels.The first time I saw a camel was two years ago, when a juggling troupe came together to sell tickets in a shed.Five cents a ticket.My sister got a dime from somewhere, and took me into the shed to watch the show.There are many actors.There is a Bactrian camel, a small monkey, a porcupine covered with spines, a bear in an iron cage, a three-legged rooster, and a man with a tail.The program is very simple, the first program is a monkey riding a camel.An old man was beating a gong, and a young man put the monkey on the back of the camel, and then led the camel around twice. The camel seemed unhappy, and Lang had a long face in front of him, like an old woman.The second program is porcupine fighting dog bear.The bear let out the iron cage and tied its neck with an iron chain, and the iron chain was tied to an iron peg nailed deep into the ground.The porcupine carefully circled the bear, and the bear went mad, howling, and flailing its teeth and claws, but it couldn't get close to the porcupine.The third program is a person holding a rooster, and people can see a protrusion between the cock's legs.Everyone thought it was not a chicken leg, but the juggler insisted that it was a chicken leg, and no one rushed out to deny it.The last show is the best.The people in the juggling troupe set up a big man from behind the curtain. The man was drooping, with a golden complexion, the color of an orange peel.The old man who was beating the gong seemed very sad, and while beating the gong in a boring and orderly manner, he shouted desolately: "Uncle and aunt, uncles and aunts, big brothers and sisters, open your eyes today, look at this long tail The man." Everyone cast their eyes on the yellow-faced man, but they all looked at his golden face, and his eyes wandered, as if he didn't dare to go down.The vaudeville troupe stopped and turned the mortal man over so that his ass was facing the audience's face.A vaudevillian patted the man on the back, and the man bent over lazily, sticking his ass up high.He was wearing a pair of blue uniform trousers inside out - I could see why he couldn't walk - and when his hips pouted, the opening in the front of his trousers opened like a gaping mouth.A member of the juggling troupe reached in with two fingers and picked up a dark red meat stick that was as long as it looked and as thick as a pinky finger.The juggler played with his forefinger at the meat stick, which seemed to be bloodshot and bright red, the color of a ripe pepper.It was still trembling.I felt my sister's hands were sticky and hot.My sister was frightened and sweated.The gong was beeping, and the old man shouted desolately: "Masters and ladies, uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, open your eyes, it is hard to find people with long tails in the world."

This is the second time I have seen camels. The camel was passed by us, and my younger brother looked back at the camel with fear and want to see, and I also looked back at the camel; its thin snake-like tail reminded me of the trembling human tail. My brother and I were naked then, the sun tanned us like pike in the bay. Before walking onto the embankment, we walked close to a fence for a while, with me behind and my brother in front.The fence was covered with petunias and lentils.The morning glories have closed their trumpets, and the lentil flowers are blooming in clusters.A "cicada turtle" was lying on the lentil vine. I jumped and tore it off. Only when I tore it off did I realize that it was an empty shell. Cicada had already flown to the tree.

My brother's ass was darker than his face, and it was twisted quite loosely.My brother didn't have a tail, and I didn't have a tail either. The river water is cloudy, neither yellow nor red in color.The current in the middle of the river is very fast, and the waves rush forward.The water is wide and wide, and it is almost impossible to see the other side.In fact, you can see the other side.Some sorghums were planted in the river beach during the dry season, but now they are flooded. Some sorghums stand up and some lie down. Some bright colors and bright mist glisten in the half-submerged sorghum fields. And so the green swallows flew hastily over the glorious swift river.The sound of the water is loud, emanating from the waves of the river.The sandy embankment was soft and collapsed, and a few willow trees at the bend were cut down in the middle, and the tops of the trees were soaked in the river water, stirring up clusters of white waves.

Xiao Fuzi and I walked east along the embankment.The smell from the river was fishy and cold, and green flies were chasing me and Xiao Fuzi.The flies crawled on me, and I felt itchy, so I broke off a locust tree branch and drove the flies away.There were flies crawling on Xiao Fuzi's back and buttocks, he probably didn't itch, he only cared about walking forward.Xiao Fuzi's eyes were dark and his lips were bright red. Everyone in the village said he was handsome, and his father liked him very much.He squinted to see the flood of yellow light in the water, and there was an enchanted color in his eyes.

The water of the river near the dike is gentle, without waves, and there are whirlpools that are born and die one after another, and the floating green leather and crop straw are often swallowed by the whirlpools.I threw the locust branch I was holding into a vortex, and the locust branch spun around the edge of the vortex a few times, and then plunged down at one end, never to be seen again. Little Fuzi and I knew from the mouths of the adults that the vortex was created by the old turtle, and that it was the mature old turtle who ruled the fate of the river.The soft-shelled turtle is terrible, especially the five-clawed soft-shelled soft-shelled turtle. A five-clawed soft-shelled soft-shelled turtle with the mouth of a bowl can burst a river embankment just by eating a bag of cigarettes!I still don't understand what kind of magic is used by such a small thing to break the river bank, and I also don't understand how the turtle, this ugly and dirty aquatic creature, has won so much awe from the people in my hometown.

Xiao Fuzi took his eyes out of the whirlpool, and asked me timidly, "Brother, is there really an old turtle?" I said: "It really is." Xiao Fuzi squinted at the mighty river, and tilted his body to the south. A red earthworm with a white neck crawled on the wet sand.Little Fuzi almost stepped on an earthworm, he yelled, jumped aside, stroked his buttocks and said, "Brother, cricket!" I also took a step back in horror, watching the sweaty earthworm crawling blindly.It crawled out a zigzag trail. Little Fuzi looked at me. I said, "Piss! Soak it with piss."

Earthworms agonized over in our hot urine.We watch it struggle.I felt a tickle in my throat. "Brother, what's wrong with it?" Xiao Fuzi asked me. "Chop it!" I said, and found a piece of sauce-red glass from under the embankment, and cut the earthworm in half. Yellow mud and green blood protruded from the belly of the earthworm.Cut in two and it crawls in two.I was a little scared.Small insects and birds can become spirits, and even earthworms that become spirits can kill people. I always hear adults say this. "Let it go down the river." I said to Xiao Fuzi in a discussing tone.

"Let it go down the river." Xiao Fuzi also said. We clamped the broken earthworms with branches and threw them into the calm muddy water beside the embankment.The earthworms are floating in the water, and the earthworms emit a fragrant fishy smell.We saw a silver-blue light flashing in the water, and the two pieces of earthworms were gone.A group of pointed heads protruded from the water.Both my brother and I heard the creaking sound coming from the water.My brother retreated behind me and grabbed the skin around my waist with his sharp-nailed hands. "Brother, is it the old turtle?"

"It's not the old turtle," I observed for a while, before I answered with certainty, "it's not the old turtle. The old turtle only eats swallows and toads. It doesn't eat crickets. It's the white eel that eats the crabs." There was a flash of blue light in the river, and after turning over a few waves, you couldn't see anything. Xiao Fuzi and I continued to walk eastward, and we were almost at Yuanjia Hutong. It is said that there is an unfathomable Bie Bay in the river here.When the river dries up, the water in Biewan is blue and blue. I don't know how deep it is, and no one dares to go down to Biewan to take a bath.I'm reminded of a bunch of stories about turtle spirits.I heard the third master say that one night he was hunting owls on the river embankment, carrying an earthen gun full of medicine.It was a sunny night at first, but as soon as we arrived at Yuanjia Hutong, it suddenly became dark, dark, black, okay, black, the water from which the mullet's belly was washed for the inkstone.Owls flapped their wings and roared on the locust trees by the river.The third master said that his scalp was blown up and down, and he lay on the embankment without daring to move.He knew there must be a scene, what scene?Just wait and see.It was a small summer at that time, and the Sophora japonica flowers were blooming so fragrantly!How fragrant?Fried turtledove with small grinding fragrance.After a while, there was a splashing sound in the river, and a small red lantern emerged from the water first, and then a big black man came up, carrying a small lantern, and walked on the water like a Like walking on flat ground.After walking around three times, the big black man went down, and the water in Biewan was so bright that it was level without even a single wrinkle.The third master was patient and lay still on his stomach.After about the time of eating a bag of cigarettes, I saw that big black man coming up again, standing on the edge of Biewan, like a black pillar, motionless——At that time I asked: Are you still carrying a lantern?The third master said: Pick it up, of course you pick it up—and saw a mahogany table with the Eight Immortals rising slowly from the middle of Biewan.A few maids in red and green, carrying seven plates and eight bowls, in the bowls are chickens, ducks, pigs, and sheep, which are very fragrant.The girl went down, and two old men with white beards came up, their heads were bald, and they were full of knowledge.The two old men sat there pushing cups and changing glasses, talking about the past and the present, and the third master was fascinated by it.Then the owl on the locust tree screamed, and the third master woke up.The third master moved the earth gun along and aimed it at the table of the Eight Immortals.The barrel of the gun is icy cold, and the third master's heart is also icy cold.Just as he was about to embrace the fire, the red-faced old man with white beard stopped the wine glass he raised to his lips, and said loudly: "It's easy to hide from an open gun, but hard to guard against an arrow from behind!"The third master was taken aback, and in a daze, he turned the gun down, only to hear a loud noise, the river was pitch black, everything in the world seemed to be in a pot, and the third master heard the sound of iron sand hitting the water .Immediately afterwards, the wind was strong, the wind was white, and the cool river water was engulfed in the wind, splashing on the locust tree.The third master hugged a big locust tree tightly so that he would not be swept into Turtle Bay by the wind.The strong wind blew for half an hour before it stopped, and the third master was covered in water, shivering from the cold.At this time the stars appeared, the blue sky was very low, and the white flowers on the locust tree were like fluffy messy hairs, attached to the leaves of the black mandrill, emitting a strong fragrance.The owl sang happily among the flowers and leaves.The third master got up and wanted to go home, but all ten fingers were bound with rings, and he couldn't untie them no matter what.The third master was so anxious that he gnawed on the bark, his lips were worn out by the bark of the locust tree.Then it was hard to loosen the buckle.After the third master got home, he drank half a catty of wine, and still shivered intermittently, shaking from his heart.The next morning, the third master went to see the turtle bay.The weather was calm, the water in the bay was pitch black, the white mist was as thin as a veil, and a bloody smell rushed up the river bank.The third master saw a big black fish floating in Turtle Bay.That big black fish was five feet long and weighed two hundred catties. It was still so long and heavy without the head, and even longer and heavier with the head.The third master remembered that his gun was aimed at the old man with a white beard, and the big black man was standing far away on the edge of the bay.Oh, the third master said, it took him a long time to understand: the big black fish was the scout of the turtle spirits, it failed its duty, so it was beheaded by the old turtles.At that time, I knew that there was more than one civilized world on earth. Fish, turtles, shrimps, crabs, birds and beasts all had their own kingdoms. Humans were actually not much better than fishes, turtles, shrimps and crabs, and low-level people were not as good as high-level turtles.At that time, I was obsessed with exploring the secrets of turtle spirits. I often went to the north end of Yuanjia Hutong, standing on the river embankment, staring at the black water in the turtle bay in a daze.Biewan is strange because it is in the middle of the river and is not buried by sand. During the flood season, the river is turbid than the water of the Yellow River. A bowl of water can settle half a bowl of sand, but after the flood subsides, Biewan is still unfathomable and clear. The river flows softly from the side of Bie Bay and from Bie Bay, with clear boundaries. The water in Bie Bay is different from the water in the river.Turtles are terrible.Turtle spirits have a well-developed culture.The third master said that the old turtle spirits in Beitoubie Bay in Yuanjia Hutong often went to Beijing, and their descendants went to visit each other.There was a daughter from a rich family who married a talented man who had passed the Jinshi examination. After three days of marriage, she went back to her mother's house to complain, saying that her husband's body was as cold as ice, and his hairs stood upside down when he touched it.His mother told him to go back and observe carefully.The girl returned and found that this talented man bathed twice a day in a quiet room and needed a lot of water.The great talent is heavily guarded while bathing, and no one is allowed to spy.On this day, the talented man went to take a bath again. The daughter took a set of clean clothes and walked to the bathing place, but was stopped by a servant.The servant retreated without a word.As they got closer, they heard the sound of water in the room.The woman peeped out and saw a turtle as big as a basket, with a brilliant carapace and covered with articles, playing in a large pool, cheerful and lively like a child.The woman was horrified, screamed, threw away her clothes and walked away, intertwined golden lotuses, and fell to the ground several times.When the girl returned to her room, she wanted to be a rich woman, but she was defiled by turtle spirits, so she untied her waistband and hanged herself.These words do not belong to the third master, but the stories belong to the third master.The third master also said that there is an elf alley in Beijing, and there are stalls selling watermelons in the cold winter months, and things that are not in the palace are also available in the elf alley.There was a man who went back to his hometown and asked him to deliver a letter in Jingling Hutong. The envelope said "Yuanjiawan, Northeast Township, Gaomi".His father said, 80% of the letters are from Turtle Bay, go there and yell and have a look.The man found a bicycle and rode it. When he reached the north end of Yuanjia Hutong, he threw the bicycle on the embankment. He stood by the shallow water under the embankment, facing the black water, and shouted: Is there anyone at home?Come out and get the letter!He yelled three times, but there was no movement in the water. The man cursed, and just as he was about to leave, he saw the surface of the water split open. A young man in red jumped out and said, "Is it a letter from my family?"The man handed over the letter.The young man took the letter, glanced at it, and said, "Oh, it's from my eighth uncle. Just wait, I'll tell my grandpa to go."The boy in red entered the water gracefully.The man took a step back and sat on the ramp of the river embankment, sighing in his heart.After a while, the water was divided again, and the young man in red led out an old man in white.The old man is kind-hearted, respectable and amiable.The boy said: Grandpa, this is the letter brought by this man.The man stood up respectfully, not knowing what to say.The old man said: Thank you, let's go and sit at home.The man looked at the pool of green water, his heart was trembling, and he quickly declined.The old man was not very inviting, he flicked his sleeves and said to the young man in red: "Go home and get some presents."The boy jumped into the water.The man seemed to hear the rattling of doors in the water and the creaking of stone steps.The young man came out of the water, carrying a small wicker basket containing half a basket of mung bean sprouts.The old man took the basket and said: "My countryman, I am very grateful for the trouble of sending messages from thousands of miles away. I have nothing rare to give you. I have a basket of mung bean sprouts grown by myself. You can take them home and eat them."The man took the basket, nodded and bowed with the old man for a while.The old man entered the water with the boy in red.Holding the basket, the man felt contemptuous in his heart, thinking that there must be treasures in the water, so he gave me a basket of mung bean sprouts!I spent two cents on the market to buy a basket, what do you want yours for!Thinking of this, he turned over the basket, poured the mung bean sprouts into the water, and muttered, "Keep it for yourself to eat."The mung bean sprouts fluttered and sank into the water.The wicker basket was so exquisitely woven that he was reluctant to throw it away, so he carried it home.The family went to tell his father how the letter was delivered.His father only said one sentence: You are born poor!The man was puzzled, his father pointed to the basket and said: Look, what is that?The man looked down and saw a gleaming golden mung bean sprout hanging from the edge of the basket.There are so many amazing things in Biewan, how can I say it all!

Xiao Fuzi and I stopped at the head of Yuanjia Hutong, looking north at the river.The river is surging and flowing eastward at different times.Big Turtle Bay is buried in the turbulent muddy water, and I know it will be exposed blue again after the flood subsides. In Yuan's alley, some young people from our production team were pushing manure. The manure was black and exuded a sour smell of water. "Brother, is there really an old turtle?" Xiao Fuzi asked me again. Xiao Fuzi's eyes flickered, as if he had some strange thoughts hidden in his heart. I said, "Of course there are old turtles, and they are hiding in the water." Xiao Fuzi stopped talking.We watched the water quietly. The sun was very hot, and the skin on my shoulders sizzled.The water of the river began to subside, and there was a layer of fat-like fine mud on the sloping embankment that retreated. Xiao Fuzi and I discovered at the same time that there was a bright red flower floating on the smooth river near the embankment at our feet.Only the flowers have no leaves, the petals are slightly curled, and the red color is black. "Brother, a red flower..." Xiao Fuzi said, staring at the flower in the water. "A red flower is a red flower..." I also stared at the red flower in the water and said. The river flows eastward, but the red flower slowly drifts westward, upstream, and the flower stem stirs up some small, white waves.The sun became stronger and stronger, and the river was shining with golden glass.The flower was red and dazzling. I met Xiaofuzi's eyes, and I think he felt the temptation of a strong color just like me. What happened next was extremely simple.Xiao Fuzi stared at me fiercely, turned around and rushed towards the red flower.The golden light in the river was scattered, and I seemed to hear Xiao Fuzi's feet slapping the surface of the water, and he seemed to be running on a flat gravel road with shallow rainwater. The red flower fluffed up, like a thick furry cloud, enveloping Xiao Fuzi. I even wanted to shout: "Be careful, don't destroy that flower!" Thinking about it carefully, the moment Xiao Fuzi jumped at the red flowers in the river—he swayed down the river, like a duckling with fledgling—I could have stretched out my hand to hold him, and I didn’t move at all. How about holding him back?Did I ever think that he was doomed by jumping into the river? The four young men who pushed the excrement in Yuan's alley were all barefooted, shirtless, covered in sweat, and smelled of feces.They walked up the embankment.They all saw me standing on the embankment in a daze. The young man called Chunchun slapped me on the head and said, "Da Fuzi, what are you standing here looking at? Follow me down the river to take a bath!" I looked at his face white with sweat, and said, "Little Fuzi jumped into the river!" what did he say?" I repeated: "Little Fuzi jumped into the river!" The other three youths all looked at me. I look at the river.The river water is more brilliant.The golden light and the silver light collided and collided, boundless; the waves sang in the shadow of the light: the hot fishy smell in the river rushed to the face.My heart was beating fast, and the cold was like blood, flowing all over my body. My teeth were chattering and I said, "Little Fuzi... jumped into the river..." The alluring red flower has long since disappeared, and on the calm water where the red flower once stayed, a swift whirlpool whirls rapidly. Chunchun shoved me and scolded: "You idiot! Why didn't you call earlier?" The four young men raised their palms to cover their eyes, and tried their best to watch the river. "Where is it?" The young man named Ziping roared and threw himself into the water.Several clusters of water spray were thrown from his body, which opened up under the sun, very gorgeous. In spring, the three of them followed Ziping and jumped into the river.They smashed the river's sockets and crashed into the embankment. I saw that in the middle of the river more than ten meters away, Xiao Fuzi's bald head appeared and disappeared like a piece of purple watermelon rind.The four youths waved their arms quickly and rushed towards the center of the river, the rushing current made them all stunned.Strings of transparent water droplets, when they raised their arms, sputtered and shone brightly, rolling onto the crests and valleys of the river without losing the opportunity. I was standing at first, and when I got tired of standing, I sat down.I sat by the decayed earth wall beside the large threshing floor of the production team, a tall stack of straw cast a shadow, covering my two legs stretched flat on the ground.My legs are dark and thin, and my legs are full of scars, and I don't know why I have so many scars on my legs.Three inches below the knee of the left leg, there is a sore the size of a copper coin that is festering. Flies crawl on the sore. It climbs from the bright red base of the sore to the snow-white top of the sore. It pauses for two seconds on the top and bites a few times. , My sores are itchy, and the sores want to burst. Flies crawl from the top of the sore to the bottom of the sore. It seems to be climbing up and down a standard mountain with snow on the top.The stacks of wheat straw soaked by the heavy rain exude a compelling heat, mildew, musty smell, and the scent of golden straw.The sores matured in this hot and humid noon, and the bluish-white pus was squirming in the paper-thin skin.I found a piece of rusted iron on the outside of my right leg. I picked up the piece of iron with my right hand, and with its sharp corners, I scratched lightly on the sore - as if scratching on an advanced The slight sound on the silk made my mouth secrete a lot of body fluid.Of course I felt the pain, but I still gritted my teeth and scratched fiercely on the sore. The rusted edge of the iron sheet was stained with colorful rotten flesh. , this is life, I think it is beautiful, and you will think it is beautiful after washing off the oil paint on your face.In fact, I only realized when I grew up that people love their own sores just like they love their eyes. From the time I sat on the edge of the haystack, I felt vaguely: the most terrible and cruel thing in the world It is the conscience of man. This thing that looks like a sweet potato, tastes like stinky fish, and is the color of honey is indeed the chief culprit in disrupting the world order.Later, when I was walking in a bustling store, I saw people roasting their consciences with iron sticks on the strong charcoal fire, and the aroma was tangy, so I understood why this place became a bustling store. I was sitting by the low wall, and no one paid any attention to me. There were hundreds of people scattered on the field, most of them were women, most of them were elderly women, and there were also men and children.I saw the expressions on their faces that seemed sympathetic but actually gloated.My younger brother, Xiao Fuzi, drowned—maybe he couldn't drown, and the rescue is still going on.They all came to watch the fun, just like my sister took me to see the man with the long tail. Chunchun carried Xiaofuzi with both hands through the alley, around the camel—the camel sneered at me—and walked to my house, where my door was padlocked.Chunchun asked me out of breath, "Dafuzi, where are your father and mother?" I didn't say anything, I had nothing to say, I was willing to follow Xiao Fuzi. Smelling the smell of a dead child, the villagers followed Xiao Fuzi in bumps. Someone suggested to take Xiao Fuzi to the threshing ground of the production team as soon as possible, where all the men and women in the team were weaving wheat straw bags for flood protection.I remembered that father and mother were indeed weaving straw bags for flood protection. Before reaching the threshing ground, I heard my mother crying, and then I saw my mother running over from the street.Mother cried very emotionally, her voice was high-pitched, like a little girl. A group of people followed Mother, and Dad was very conspicuously mixed in the group of people. I saw it at a glance. Dad's tall body was swaying, as if he was drunk. Chunchun walked straight forward with Xiaofuzi in his arms, and Xiaofuzi was leaning back in Chunchun's arms, arms and legs drooping, like an old loofah on a shelf. When Niang ran two steps away from Xiao Fuzi, she suddenly stopped crying. She leaned forward and stretched her neck violently, as if struck by lightning.Someone behind her gave her a hand.When she leaned back, the man dragged her vigorously, and the mother dodged to one side. Chun Chun supported Xiao Fuzi, and walked forward solemnly, people all moved to the two sides, waiting for the opportunity to join the team behind Xiao Fuzi.Dad didn't show the slightest bit of specialness, he followed behind me, and I didn't have to turn my head to know that Dad was walking staggeringly, as if he was drunk. Walking to the threshing floor, Mother began to cry again, the cry was not as crisp and clear as before, and she felt tired after hearing it. There are three rows of houses beside the threshing ground, one row is the breeding room of the production team, the other row is the warehouse of the production team, and the third row is the production team's work room. Master Fang Liu, who never wore a shirt or shoes in summer, acted as the commander in chief to rescue Xiao Fuzi.He had a large black cow pulled out of the shed.The bull's eyes were bloodshot, and he squinted at people.Its stiff horns gleamed like steel, and its hind legs and tail were covered with mud mixed with urine and feces. "Tighten the nose rope!" Master Fang Liu commanded the middle-aged man pulling the cow majestically. The middle-aged man has a pockmarked face, is also bare-chested and barefoot, and has a bunch of scars on his back the size of teacups, which are formed by a series of malignant sores. I want to call him the fourth uncle.The fourth uncle clenched the ferocious black bull's nose rope tightly, and the black bull twisted its tail anxiously, panting heavily.The fourth uncle was also panting heavily. "Put him on the back of the ox!" Master Fang Liu ordered Brother Chun. Spring threw Xiao Fuzi onto the sharp back of the cow. The cow twisted its waist and squinted its eyes to look back. Its eyes were red like peppers, and its panting sound was like a goose.Xiao Fuzi folded the cow's back into two parts, gnawed on that side of the cow's belly, and poked this side of the cow's belly with his little dick.The skin on his ass and back shone golden. "Lead the cow and go!" Master Fang Liu said. The fourth uncle loosened the nose rope of the bull, and the black bull held its head high and rushed forward vigorously. Little Fuzi bumped on the bull's back, looking as if it was about to fall. Master Fang Liu ordered two men to go, one holding Xiao Fuzi's leg and the other holding Xiao Fuzi's head. "Let go of the rein!" Master Fang Liu said, "Let the cow go, the more bumpy the better!" The fourth uncle flashed to the left side of the bull's head.Master Fang Liu slapped the ox's rump.Hei Niu took big strides and walked quickly. The two men supporting Xiao Fuzi on both sides of the cow walked with difficulty, their bodies were flat and their mouths were grinning with shiny black teeth.The sandy soil on the field was wet, and the hoof prints of the black cows were printed like flower petals. Niang forgot to cry, her hair was unkempt, and she trotted along with the cow.Dad was hunched over, still very conspicuously mixed in the rioting crowd of Queen of the Bulls. The black cow walked around the threshing floor twice, and Xiao Fuzi's belly rang, and a dark red water spewed out of his mouth. "Okay! Spit out the water!" The crowd cheered. The mother ran to the side of the cow and said dreamily: "Little Fuzi, little Fuzi, mother's good boy, wake up, wake up, mother will make rice dumplings for you, and I will eat them for you, not for Da Fuzi... ..." There was a chill in my heart. Hei Niu continued to walk, but Xiao Fuzi stopped spitting water, and there were a few white saliva hanging from his lips, and then there was no more saliva. Master Fang Liu said, "Okay, it's almost there!" The four uncles held the cow, and the two men beside the cow took Xiao Fuzi off the back of the cow and carried him to the side of the field under a poplar tree.The red poplar tree casts a mottled shadow on the ground, the size of a kang mat, and the shadow is covered with black insect droppings the size of mung beans, because thousands of caterpillars are breeding on the tree. A wise man brought a straw bun that had just been woven. Just as he was about to put Xiaofuzi on it, his father squeezed out from the crowd, took off his wet coat, and spread it on the straw bun.Father didn't forget to take out the black pipe and cowhide cigarette pouch from the pocket of his jacket and put them on his belt. Little Fuzi lay face up on his father's gown.I saw his face.Xiao Fuzi is still much handsomer than me, but he has obviously aged.His ears were covered with wrinkles, his eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and a ray of white light shot out from the slits of his eyes, which was cloudy and cold.I think Xiao Fuzi is looking at me, he wants to tell me the secret about the red flower, where it came from, and where it went.What is the relationship between the old turtle and human beings... I knew from the cold eyes of Fuzi looking down on human beings from the little Fuzi, I knew he understood everything, and I regretted it at the time, why didn't I follow Xiaofuzi to jump into the river to chase the red flower?What a pity, what a pity.There is a warm smile on Xiao Fuzi's cheeks, my teeth are yellow, but his teeth are white, he is prettier than me in every way, every detail is a strong proof of the truth of "good children don't live long, bad children live forever" .Xiao Fuzi's lips were purple, like the color of fried scorpions. "Wait for a while, wait for a while," Master Fang Liu comforted the anxious crowd, "I will be panting soon, the water in my stomach has been controlled, there is no reason not to pant!" Everyone looked at Xiao Fuzi's deflated stomach, expecting him to breathe.Niang knelt beside Xiao Fuzi, praying vaguely.I don't pity her at all, I even find her annoying!I even cursed her and mocked her with gray code words; the tears that flowed from her bewildered eyeballs seemed worthless to me.you cry!You pray!You pretentious eccentric motherfucker!Your little Fuzi can't live anymore!He is dead!He was not a human being in the first place, he was reincarnated from the red-clothed boy in Laobie Bay in the middle of the river to experience life in the human world, and I pushed him into the river! I can never be a dutiful son! All the people present were dripping with sweat, they all turned their eyes away from Xiao Fuzi's belly, and turned to look at Master Fang Liu's big red face. The caterpillars on the red poplar trees defecated at the same time, and the hard black feces hit people's heads like hail. Master Fang Liu's bald forehead was also covered with fine beads of sweat. He raised his hand and scratched the dozens of soft hairs on his temples with fingers like bean worms, and said, "Don't worry, Don't worry, wait for me to see." He bent down and pressed Xiao Fuzi's heart with his thick palm.When he stood up, I saw his two large yellow eyes blinking rapidly, like two golden butterflies fluttering happily. "Master Six..." The mother begged in a servile manner, "Master Six, save my child..." Master Fang Liu pondered for a moment, and said, "Go, go, find an iron pot." Two men carried a large iron pot for stirring pesticides.Master Fang Liu ordered them to turn the iron pot upside down. The iron pan must have been scalding hot in the sun. The Sixth Master did it himself, and carried Xiao Fuzi to the iron pot.Xiao Fuzi's belly button was squeezed squarely on the navel of the pot, he gnawed on the edge of the pot, and kicked it with his feet. Master Six stroked his arms twice, bent down with difficulty, and squeezed Xiao Fuzi's back with his fat hands.Master Six put all his weight on Xiao Fuzi.I heard Xiao Fuzi's bones cracking and choking.I saw that Xiao Fuzi's body was getting thinner and thinner, like a pancake stuck to the bottom of a pan.Master Six let go suddenly, and Xiao Fuzi's body returned to its original state with difficulty, and a cry of "ohhhh" came out of his chest. "Out of breath!" Someone exclaimed. Even the mother stopped nagging, and hundreds of eyes were fixed on the little Fuzi who was baked on the pot.silence.Black caterpillar excrement fell like a hailstone, and the insect excrement hit Xiao Fuzi's back, the side of the pot soaked in highly toxic pesticides, and Master Fang Liu's head full of wisdom...all with a bang, bang, bang, bang.Everyone held their breath, hoping that Xiao Fuzi would jump up from the pot. After waiting for half a bag of cigarettes, Xiao Fuzi remained motionless.Master Fang Liu bent down angrily, like kneading dough, like pounding garlic, he kneaded Xiao Fuzi's back frantically for a while.A bad smell spread out.Someone shouted: "Master Six, don't toss about, the shit soup is squeezed out!" Master Six straightened his back, clenched two hollow fists, and beat his left and right waist in pain, two big teardrops rolled down from his eyes. "I have no tricks!" Master Fang Liu said despondently, "I used a black cow and an iron pot, and he won't survive. I have no tricks!" I looked at the brown porridge flowing out of Xiaofuzi's mouth, steaming with a green stench in the sun. "Who else has a good idea?" Master Fang Liu said, "Anyone who has a good idea, please use it, and treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!" Father said: "Master Six, you are tired from eating." Master Six said: "Hey, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed!" As he spoke, he beat his left and right waist alternately, and walked away waddlingly. The father bowed his waist and looked at the little blessing stuck to the bottom of the pot. He hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know where to start. (I can already smell the aroma of grilled chicken) A drop of snot fell vertically from the tip of father's nose and hit Xiao Fuzi's spine.The father snorted, stretched out a pair of reckless big hands, grabbed Xiao Fuzi's waist, and hugged him tightly. When Xiao Fuzi's skin was peeled off from the iron pan, there was a beeping sound.这声音酷似在灯火上烧头发的声音，伴随着声音迅速弥散的味道也像烧头发的味道。 小福子的身体折成两叠，几乎是垂直地悬挂在父亲颤抖不止的胳膊上。我想起了悬挂在房檐下木橛子上的腌带鱼。我的小弟弟四肢柔软地下顺着，他能把身体弯曲到如此程度，简直像个奇迹。 父亲把小福子放在地上，理顺了他凌乱的胳膊和腿。小福子的肚脐被锅脐挤出了一个圆圆的坑，有半个茶碗深。 娘跪在地上，我认为她很无耻地哀求着：“救救我的孩子！救救我的孩子！” 父亲懊丧地说：“行啦！别嚎了！” 我钦佩父亲的态度。娘不说话了，只是嘤嘤地哭，我又可怜她了。 父亲一手托住小福子的脖颈，一手托住小福子的窝，踉踉跄跄地往前走。围观的乡亲们匆匆闪开一条道路，都毕恭毕敬地立着。 我跑到父亲前面，回头仰望着父亲脸上的愚蠢的微笑，我忽然觉得，我应该说句什么，到了该我说话的时候了。 “爹，河里有一朵红花……”父亲脸上的微笑抖动着，像生锈的废铁皮索落落地响。我继续说：“小福子跳到河里去捞那朵红花……” 我看到父亲的腮帮子可怕地扭动着，父亲的嘴巴扭得很歪，紧接着我便脱离地面飞行了。湛蓝的天空，破絮般的残云，水银般的光线。黄色的土地，翻转的房屋，倾斜的人群。我在空中翻了一个斤斗，呱唧一声摔在地上。我啃了一嘴泥沙。趴在地上，我的耳朵里翻滚着沉雷般的声响。那是父亲的大脚踢中我的屁股瓣时发出的声音。 我自己爬起来，干嚎了一声。本来满肚子的干嚎要一连串地喷出来，但是，我看到人们的像鬼火一样的、毒辣的眼睛，所以，我紧紧咬住嘴唇，把干嚎压下去。于是，我感觉到胃里燃烧起绛紫色的火焰。 我当然听到了人们在背后叽叽喳喳地说着什么，我却径直地往前走了，我用力分拨着阻挡着我的道路的人群，他们像漂浮在水面的死兔子一样打着旋，放着桂花般的臭气漾到一边去。我恍惚觉得娘扑上来拉住我的胳膊，我回头一看，她的眼竟然也像鬼火般毒辣，她的脸上蒙着一层凄凉的画皮，透过画皮，我看到了她狰狞的骷髅，“放开我！”我愤怒地叫着。娘拉着我不松手，娘说：“大福子，我的儿，小福子去了，娘就指望着你啦……”半个小时前，你不是说：包粽子，不给大福子吃吗？我看透了！我用力挣扎着，娘的手像鹰爪子一样抓着我不放松。我低下头，张开嘴，在娘的手脖子上，拼出吃奶的劲儿，咬了一口。我感觉到我的牙齿咬进了娘的肉里，娘的血又腥又苦。 娘惨叫一声，松开了手。 我头也不回往前走，一直走到打谷场的土墙边上，面壁十分钟，我专注地看着土墙上的花纹。我回过头去，打谷场上空无一人，刺鼻的汗臭味还在荡漾。这么说打谷场确曾布满了人，我的弟弟小福子确实是淹死了。我的屁股上当真挨过父亲一脚吗？娘的手脖子上当真被我咬过一口吗？ 屁股似乎痛又似乎不痛，口里有血腥味又似乎没有血腥味。我很惶惑，便坐在了土墙边，我的身左身右都是浅绿色的新鲜麦苗儿。我坐着，无聊，便研究髌骨下的毒疮。我用锈铁片划开疮头，脓血四溢时，我感到希望破灭了。人身上总要有点珍奇的东西才好。后来，我用锈铁片在左膝髌骨下划开一道血口子，我用锈铁片从右膝髌骨下的毒疮上刮了一些脓血，抹到血口子里。 等到右膝下的毒疮收口时，左膝下一个新的毒疮已经蓬蓬勃勃地生长起来。 癞蛤蟆蹦到餐桌上，不会咬人也要硌硬你一下。 因为腹中饥饿，傍晚时我溜回家。小福子永远地消失了，我感到了孤独。爹和娘对我的自动归家没表示半点惊讶或愤怒。他们对坐着，在两根门槛上，爹抽烟，娘流泪。我坐在堂屋的门槛上，从我坐的地方到娘坐的地方和从我坐的地方到爹坐的地方距离相等。 娘没有心思做饭，爹抽烟抽饱了。我饥饿，站起来，到饭笸箩里拿了一个涂满苍蝇屎的高梁面饼子，找了两棵黑叶子大葱，从酱坛子里挖了一块驴粪蛋子那么大的黑豆酱，依然坐回到堂屋门槛上，喀喀唧唧地吃起来。 爹冷冷地看着我，娘惊愕地看着我。 我非常明白他们心里想的是什么。 你们没有什么了不起。 总有一天，你们会知道大福子不是盏省油的灯。 我打着饱嗝，摸上炕去睡觉，成群的蚊虫围着我旋转，有咬我的，也有不咬我的。我不惊吓它们，我的血多极了，由着它们喝。 后半夜时，蚊虫都喝饱了血，伏到墙壁上休息去了。我听到了河水的喧哗。爹和娘在各自占据的门槛上坐着，他们对话。 “别难过了，”爹说，“他是该死，你我薄命，担不上这么个儿子。” “就剩下一个大福子啦，他偏偏又是个傻不棱登的东西……”娘说。 “要不怎么说你我薄命呢？” “他可千万别再有个好歹……”娘担忧地说。 爹冷笑着说：“放心吧，这样的儿子，阎王爷都不愿意见他！” 爹和娘的对话并没使我难过，如果他们不这样说才是怪事。 河里涛声澎湃，天上星光灿烂，蚊虫偃旗息鼓，爹娘窃窃私语。我没有任何理由难过，我不哭，我要冷笑。 我知道我在黑暗中发出的冷笑声把爹和娘吓懵了。 娘又怀孕了。看来她和爹一定要生一个优秀的儿子来代替我。我看着娘日日见长的肚子，心里极度厌恶。 小福子淹死之后，我一直装哑巴，也许我已经丧失了说话的机能，我把所有的话对着我的肠子说，它也愉快地和我对话。 “你看到那个女人那个丑陋的大肚子了吗？” “看到了，非常丑陋！” “你说她还像我的娘吗？” “不像，她根本不像你的娘！” “你看到我爹了吗？” “看到了，他像一匹老骆驼。” “他配做我的爹吗？” “不配，我说了，他像一匹老骆驼！” 我每天都跟我的肠子对话，它的声音低沉，浑浊，好像鼻子堵塞的人发出的声音。 娘从怀孕之后就病恹恹的，她的脸色焦黄，皮肤下流动着黄色的水。爹买来了一只碗口大的鳖，为娘治病、滋补身体。 我问肠子：“这是袁家湾里的鳖羔子吗？” 肠子肯定地回答我：“是袁家湾里的鳖羔子，你看，只有袁家湾里的鳖种才能生出这样一颗圆圆的鳖头。” 爹把鳖放在水缸里养着，要养一个逢到九的日子才能杀。为了防止它逃跑，爹在缸上加了一个木盖，木盖上压着一块捶布石。 爹不在家的时候，我就搬掉捶布石，掀开木盖，观赏老鳖的泳姿和老鳖伏在水下时的静态。 每当我掀起木盖时，它就从水底奋勇地浮上来，它四条笨拙的短腿灵巧地划着水，斜刺里冲上水面。青黄鳖壳周围翻动着一圈肉蹼，好像鳖的裙子。浮上水面后，它就沿着水缸的内壁转圈，鳖指甲划得缸壁嚓嚓地响。从它的绿色的眼睛里我看出了它的愤怒和它的焦灼。缸里只有半缸水，缸壁上涂着赭红色的光滑釉彩，鳖无法冲出囚牢。 游一阵后，鳖乏了，它收缩起四肢，无声无息地、像影子一样沉下水去。 缸里的水渐渐平静，鳖搅起来的渣滓沉淀在缸底，青黄色的鳖壳上也蒙上了一层灰白的渣滓。如果不是那两只秤星般的鳖眼，很难发现缸底埋伏着一只鳖。 鳖安静的时候，也是我看鳖入神的时候。它那两只咄咄逼人的眼睛具有极大的魅力，它向我传达着一种只可意会不可言传的信息。有一种暗红色的力量，射穿水面，侵入我的身体，我一方面努力排斥着它，又一方面拼命吸收着它。我感觉到了鳖的思想，它既不高尚，也不卑下，跟人类的思想差不多。 杀鳖的日子终于到了，其实并没杀，但比杀还残酷。 父亲倒在锅里两瓢水，扔进水里一把草药，然后，用一把火钳，从水缸里把鳖夹出来。在从水缸到锅灶这段距离里，鳖在空中、在火钳的夹挤下痛苦地呜叫着。父亲毫不犹豫地把它扔进锅里。鳖在锅里扑楞着，鳖边上的肉蹼像裙子一样漂动着。 灶下的火哔哔叭叭地燃烧着，锅沿上冒出了丝丝缕缕的蒸气，我还听到鳖在锅里爬动着。鳖指甲划着锅，嚓啦——嚓啦——嚓啦啦—— 父亲把煮好的鳖舀到一只瓦盆里，逼着娘吃。 娘抄起筷子，戳戳鳖盖，鳖盖像小鼓一样嘭嘭响。 娘只吃了一口鳖，就捏着脖子呕吐起来。 父亲严厉地说：“忍着点，吃下去！” 娘满眼是泪，用筷子夹着一块颤颤巍巍的鳖裙子，放到唇边，又送回盆里。 我伸手抓过那块鳖裙，迅速地掩进嘴里。 从口腔到胃这一段，都是腥的、热的。 我的肠子在肚子里为我的行动欢呼。 父亲用筷子敲击着我的光头，我的光头也像小鼓一样嘭嘭响。 那天早晨，孙二老爷家那峰骆驼跑了。孙二老爷说他清晨起来喂骆驼时，槽头柱子上只剩下半截缰绳。这匹怪物的逃跑在村子里激起了很大的风波，就像三年前二老爷把它从口外拉回来时一样。骆驼耕地不如牛，拉车不如骡子，但二老爷一直喂养着它。 骆驼跑了！一听到这个消息我的心里就涌起一阵按捺不住的狂喜，我知道这一定要有什么事情发生了。究竟要发生什么事情我也说不清楚。 吃午饭时，街上响起一阵锣声。我扔下筷子就往外走，即将生产的娘在后边唠叨了一句什么，我连头也没回。我从草垛后摸出我的宝贝——那扇磨得溜滑的鳖甲、一块豆绿色的鹅卵石（鹅卵石的形状像个心脏，尖上缺了一块），我用鹅卵石敲击着鳖甲，往响锣的地方跑去。 在家里时，听到锣声在街上响；走到街上，又听到锣声在生产队的打谷场上响。 我远远地就看到了一匹单峰骆驼，没看到骆驼的形影之前我先嗅到了骆驼的气味。我兴奋得快要昏过去了。 看到单峰骆驼我才明白，多少年了，我一直在盼望着它们。 场上已经围了一群人。人圈里，一个似曾相识又十分陌生的老头子敲着锣转圈。他很苍老，说不清七十岁还是八十岁，嘴里没有一颗牙齿，嘴唇嘬进去，好像个松弛的肛门。他的胳膊上挂着一个皮扣子，皮扣子连着铁锁链，铁锁链连系着一个一尺多高的绿毛瘦猴子。猴子跟着老头绕场转圈，时而走时而爬，样子古怪滑稽。 老头念经般地哼哼着：“你快快地走来你慢慢地行……给你的叔叔大爷先鞠一个躬……要你的叔叔大爷为咱把场捧……挣几个铜板咱去换烧饼……” 猴子并不给人鞠躬，但不停地龇牙咧嘴扮鬼脸。 有一辆木轱辘大车停在场子边上，骆驼拴在车辕杆上。车上装着一个木箱子，箱子盖掀开了，露出了一些花花绿绿的道具。一个二十多岁的大姑娘扶着车栏杆站着，她穿着一条红绸裤子，裤脚肥大；穿一件绿绸子褂子，一排蝴蝶样黑扣子从脖颈排到腰际。她脑后垂着一条粗辫子，脸盘如满月，眉毛很黑，睫毛很长，牙齿很白，神情很悒郁。 车上还有两个孩子，年龄与我相仿佛，一个男孩，一个女孩c两人都又瘦又白，倦倦地坐在地上。 没有狗熊，没有遍身硬刺的豪猪，没有三条腿的公鸡，没有生尾巴的男人。 不是我思念着的杂耍班子。 人愈来愈多。两个孩子同时站起来，紧紧腰带，走进场子，一个追着一个翻起斤斗来。女孩和男孩把他们的身体弯曲成拱桥形状时，往往露出绷紧的肚皮。 穿红裤子的大姑娘耍了一路剑，耍到紧密处，看不清她的模样，只看到一团红光在下，一团绿光在上，好像两团火。 我看到展现在我面前的人生道路。 道路弯弯曲曲，穿过低洼的沼泽，翻上舒缓的丘陵。我追赶着木轱辘大车在胶泥地上压出来的深刻辙印，我踩着单峰骆驼的蹄印走。鳖甲和心状鹅卵石装在兜里，它们是我的护身符。 洼地里野生着高大的芦苇，风滚过去，芦苇前推后拥，像煞翠绿色的海浪。我闻到了一股熟悉的味道，骆驼！骆驼！孙二老爷家丢失的双峰骆驼从芦苇丛里慢吞吞地走出来，站在狭窄的泥泞道路上。我好像从来没对这匹骆驼有过畏惧之心，我好像一直亲爱着这匹骆驼，我与它的关系好像放牛娃与牛的关系。如同他乡遇故交，如同久别重逢的情人，我扑上去，跳一下，抱住了它高扬着的、弯曲着的、粗壮结实的脖子。 我的眼睛里涌出了灼热的液体，不是眼泪。