Chapter 23 The Northland is a vast expanse (6)

Mother do not say.Luhua heard the humming of the ground fire dragon, and she knew that smoke bubbles were blowing outside.It was very hot in the room, and she didn't dare to breathe loudly, her face was like a layer of burning coals.She clenched her fists tightly and made up her mind before swallowing a mouthful of saliva.Her throat was extremely sore. "I'm afraid I'll never see a more beautiful moonland than that in my life. The leaves of the old locust tree cast so many chaotic shadows on the road, like flowers. I put a rope on the tree, and this In the flower-like shadow, there are two long strips, swaying, snake-like rash people. I think the shadow of the hanged person will frighten many people. I pulled the rope and tied it around my waist. Ran."

It's still a mother's voice.But the reed flower sounds very strange.What kind of locust tree?Is its shadow really that pretty?Prettier than the shadows of birches in their woods? "Where should I run? Even though I killed him, my body has already been ruined by him. I can't stay in Shandong anymore. I can't bear it. I fled to the northeast alone." "Then how did you follow Luhua's father?" "When I got here, I didn't have any relatives. There was no food, no shelter. I wanted to die again." It seems to be talking about the sad part, the mother's voice is full of sorrowful crying:

"I took the rope and walked into the depths of the forest. I didn't know that there were butterflies flying everywhere in the forest. There were gold ones, blue ones, white ones, and green ones, and they flew all over me, so Too many little wings rubbed against my face, and I cried." "The sun was very good that day. He came down the mountain and passed by here. When he saw me crying, he asked. I told him everything. He said that if I killed someone, I would never be able to see others. He was afraid that I would not talk to him. To live my life sincerely, I burned two marks on my forehead with a hot iron bar. In the spring of the second year, I gave birth to the reed flower. I counted the days and knew that the reed flower was not his.”

Mother sighed.Lu Hua also sighed.She was extremely nervous, she didn't know that there were so many unknown secrets hidden in her mother's heart. "The two of us are hard-working people who met together just to find a way out." "sister in law--" "brother--" Everything seems to be quiet.The mother stopped talking, and the man stopped talking.Luhua moved her legs convulsively, and looked into the room with tears in her eyes.At this time, the door of the room suddenly sounded like landslides and ground cracks, and Dad came in coldly, wrapped in a snowstorm.Dad must have encountered a rare beast on the road, but failed to hunt it down, his face was dissatisfied, and his eyes were full of resentment.There was a splatter of blood on Mum's forehead, and she knew it was the mark left by Dad when he vented his anger on it.She cried and hugged Mum.

Pa dropped the shotgun and headed for the back room.Lu Hua felt that a catastrophe was imminent. Sure enough, the stars collided together, bang bang bang bang, and burned into a big fireball.The mother cried, the father yelled, and the man moaned.Mum sniffed at Luhua's trousers, and cried out mournfully.She hugged Mum tightly, embracing it with all her heart.Soon, Dad came out aggressively. He picked up the rope that made the reed flower tied with countless knots from the ground, and hit the reed flower head-on and face-to-face. "Bastard, bastard!" Dad scolded fiercely. She felt a handful of cold stars in her father's hand, and the stars bared many small white teeth, biting her skin to pieces.She felt that the house was going to collapse and they would all be crushed to death.Collapse, collapse soon!

Suddenly, she heard her father's scream. She opened her eyes and saw that her mother's mouth was blood red, and the rope that her father used to beat her fell to the ground, and her hands were bloody.Pa was anxious, picked up a sharp knife, staggered and grabbed Mum, sat it under his buttocks, and clamped it tightly with his legs.She heard it growl with a long and short "owwow".She knelt and crawled over to pull her father's foot. Dad raised his foot and kicked her far away, and ruthlessly dug the knife into its stomach... Luhua ran out of the house, crying loudly to the pale sun that was about to fall to the ground:

"Uh-uh-" "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm "Uh-uh-" Surprisingly peaceful.Mmm not dead.Forever combined those charming soft eyes.That tender and touching voice is gone forever.It hasn't snowed for several days, and the sky is crisp and cold.Mother is not dead.Dad is not dead.The man wasn't dead either.Life is dying.That day, Dad drank two bowls of wine, with hot sweat dripping from his forehead, he carried Mum on his back and headed towards the col.Lu Hua leaned against the door, watching her father staggering towards a piece of tranquility and splendor from a distance.The sinking sun in Xishan splashed tears like blood everywhere, dyeing the vast sky incomparably magnificent.

The days are always moving forward.The feeling of sleeping next to your mother is always warm.On nights like these, there are always good dreams to be had.There is an old pagoda tree in the forest.The leaves of the old locust tree are like Mum's ears.She fondled them fondly.The sky was exceptionally clear, and the locust tree leaves were dancing under the shadow of the sun, and she swayed back and forth on top of the shadow.Soon, the sun disappeared and the moon rose.She seemed to have seen the beautiful and charming moon land that her mother had mentioned.She was in a trance, raised her arms gracefully, and flew up like a bird.Suddenly, a pair of big brown and black hands grabbed her wings, and she couldn't fly, and fell to the ground with a "boom".She woke up, her mouth was blocked by a towel, and Pa quickly wrapped her in a bearskin and carried her outside.The sky was as black as ink, and everything was silent.Pa put her on the ground and lit a fire on a piece of birch bark.She saw that half of Pa's face was scarlet by the firelight, and the other half was buried in the dark night.His eyes, illuminated by the firelight, looked so sharp and majestic.Pa threw the birch bark into the house.With the help of a beam of light when the birch bark was burning, the reed flower saw bark, dry grass, twigs and other flammable things all over the house.She struggled to take out the towel in her mouth, and cried to her father who was nailing the door:

"Let's nail it after dawn! Let's nail it after dawn!" Maybe her voice was too weak.Dad resolutely nailed the door of the house, climbed up to the roof like a monkey, and threw down a few pieces of burning pine light. She heard creaking noises from inside the house.The door was banged by something muffled.Dad resolutely dragged her up and walked out of the mountain without looking back.She can finally come out of the mountain.But she is so unwilling to go out of the mountain.She scratched Pa's face and neck hard, crying until she was hoarse: "Mother, mother will be burned to death..."

The road out of the mountain still passed under Dad's feet.She turned her head and saw that their house had turned into a ball of fire, exploding brilliantly.This fireball is like the setting sun at dusk, sinking in the dark forest, and like a round of morning sun, slowly about to rise from the forest.Dad couldn't move anymore, so he threw her on the ground, buried his face deeply in the snow, shrugged his shoulders and cried.That was the first time she saw Dad cry. More than two hectares of that forest were burned.Dad gave her to a lonely old man who had no children.She saw him for the last time on the day Pa ended his history as a forest ranger and went to the Northwest with many reform-through-labor prisoners.Pa looked at her, greedily and madly, grabbed her hand, and said in a trembling voice:

"I told your stepdad, let him get you a pup, and then raise a 'muh'." After speaking, he lowered his head and his shoulders twitched violently.Lu Hua looked at him blankly and indifferently.Then, with great effort, he untied a rope from his waist, handed it to her tremblingly, and said that if she wanted her mother, she would look at the rope.Luhua recognized the rope.It was Niang who wanted to hang herself with it, and she used it to calculate her life.She wondered how Pa had brought out the rope.It's a pity that the little stars on the rope are all dead. She was sixteen and her father died.It is said that he stole several bottles of baijiu on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival and drank it all in one gulp.Then he entered the big desert filled with wind and sand alone, and closed his eyes forever.When her father died, she felt relieved for a while, and she felt that this was retribution.But one night, she saw Dad's brown-black face in a dream.When she woke up, she found that the corners of her eyes were wet. "Teacher Bai, you are about to become a snowman!" "Get up and climb the mountain with us!" "It's okay if you don't have a snowball fight." Those five girls in red down jackets came here again somehow.They surround the reeds, like five bright suns.Luhua turned over and sat up, muttering: "I had a dream in the snow." "yes?" "yes." "We don't climb mountains anymore, we also lie down and dream." They all fell down together, yelling: "I want pear petals to be blown out of my dream flute!" "I want Meng Baoqin to tread the snow and find plum blossoms!" "I want to dream about the Mid-Autumn Festival crab feast!" "I want to dream of rising skyscrapers in the snow!" "Oh, I don't have any good dreams, let's dream about Duke Zhou!" Amidst a series of melodious and melodious laughter, Lu Hua stood up, patted the snowflakes on her body, and said to them with a smile: "You already have a dream, let's go climbing." "how about you?" "I'll go back and write 'Dream of Red Mansions' for you guys." She walked out of the meadow calmly, walked into the campus, and walked back to the room.Sitting in front of the table, her pen started to walk boldly like some kind of charm: I can never forget those two scars on my mother's forehead.Mom never licked the bitterness there, I once sucked the poor tenderness from Mother there.Ah, twenty-one-year-old mother, she should be a beautiful age, she should have everything in youth.However, she annoyed them just because she was starving and exposed the fact that the captain had gone home to steal corn.The honest grandpa and grandma were forced to throw themselves into the well, and my mother was also thrown by him... How could I be the daughter of the person whose mother killed me?Oh my blood-unclean, tormented flesh! Mmm, my little friend, what are you doing in that lonely mountain forest?Are you playing in the snow?Did you see my mother?When Niang was burned to death, her face must have been red, her hair must have been red, and her whole body must have been red.It is sacred to get a solemn and cruel cremation in such a clean mountain forest.But how horribly holy it is. I never talked about my father and mother to people, never wanted to.All the dead are dead, so how can I, who is new and existing, be constantly reborn in order to create eternal happiness and joy? The snow outside the window kept falling.A Sunday is coming to an end.Twilight deepened.But my heart is filled with the lonely snowy mountains and the boundless desert.Although my father is not my own father, I miss him so much now.His pockmarked face, like the gray face my mother left in my memory, also gave me a bit of bitter happiness. Dad, you don't have to struggle to catch something in my dreams.Sleep peacefully, the rich yellow sand will give you a mellow and deep dream. The girl who made the snowman went to climb the mountain.The mountain is very high, but they will stand on the top red.How much I want to go out and build a snowman, a girl like me, for my father to see, for my mother to see, and for my mother to caress intimately.Then, I put the rope left by my mother and father around the little girl's neck, and tied thousands of little stars on it, shining brightly. It seems that the first snow in early winter will not stop tonight.My chaotic thoughts finally sort out a clue, I can resort to writing, and flow non-stop.How I wish this flowing spring covered by snowflakes can rush to every acquaintance, making them feel refreshed and refreshed. Heaven and earth merged into one.The hail and snow are like fog, shrouding the world in a vast and majestic atmosphere.