Chapter 51 Mouse play "cat"

There is a kind of animal that will come uninvited in the dark and sneak into your house to make a grand visit.It will never let go of delicious food, and often leaves some black rice-like feces after eating, which makes you angry and helpless.If there is no good food, they will chew some paper or cotton cloth into a snowflake-like crumb.It has a long tail and well-developed incisors. With its dexterous and petite body, it can enter the room without realizing it, and it can eat everywhere with its extremely sharp mouth.It is a mouse. It's embarrassing to say that when I was young, my aunt gave me the nickname "Old Cat" for scratching people in the nursery. This nickname lasted until my junior high school days.Since I am a "cat", I should have no fear of mice, but I am afraid of mice.When I saw it, I trembled, kept silent like a cicada, and my mind was numb. It seemed that I was definitely a fake cat.

The first time I felt a mouse was when I was a child, I heard it rustling through the paper ceiling when I was sleeping late.The mud huts in the northeastern countryside rely on to keep out the cold. The ceilings are generally very low and they are all made of paper.First paste several layers of thick kraft paper, and then paste white paper or newspaper.There are very few people who paste colored paper because it is too expensive.And when he looked up and found that there were many flowers on the colored paper, the simple farmer would think that the flowers he was waiting in the garden flew into the sky, and he seemed out of his mind.The paper quality of newspapers and white paper is relatively poor, and they are pasted with rice dumplings, which are beaten with flour, so mice like to make fuss on the paper ceiling.Once the lights were turned off, the room suddenly became dark, and the mice acted punctually as if they had been ordered. They ran around in the ceiling, like a carnival, making some rustling noises from time to time. sound.When I heard this sound in summer, I dared not fall asleep, because the heavy rain made the house in disrepair leak, and the roof was soaked by stagnant water, and there were holes in it. The idea of ​​slipping and falling on my quilt often makes me sweat profusely, which is probably the earliest episode of rat fear.

Rats reproduce very well in the countryside, where the living environment is good.Every household has a granary. Because there are no buildings, the kitchen of every household is on the ground, so that mice can roam around in a leisurely manner.Although people have invented rat poison and used various iron clips to "trip" in the areas where they often appear, there are still a small number of rats who have died.More mice eat their coats shiny and blissfully reproduce.They waste food with peace of mind, and knock out scars on intact wooden furniture without any scruples.Those who have read Jiaying will probably not forget the seaside town of Oran, where rats suddenly took control of the town. They spread the epidemic widely, controlling people's life and death, love, good and evil, and turning the world into hell.At this time, the mice are not just small animals running around like mischief on the ceiling. They seem to be the spokesperson of the devil, wantonly trampling on the peaceful and quiet life we ​​have built through generations of hard work.And we often do nothing about it, just sit and wait for death.At this moment, the life order that we think is indestructible is as fragile as window paper, which can be broken at a glance.This can't help but make us look at the rats that everyone shouts and beats, because they are not always in a passive position. When they fight back, human beings cannot avoid the water of misery pouring down.

In 1981, on the eve of my college entrance examination, I remember that it was a morning in early spring. After I got up in the dormitory of Tahe No. 2 Middle School and folded the quilt, I accidentally found a dead mouse wrapped in the quilt.The dormitory is full of rats. They often scurry around where we put leftovers in the middle of the night. We are used to this, and we fall asleep with the sound of rats every night.However, it was the first case of it getting into a person's bed. At that time, I was so scared that my face turned pale, and I felt that my bed was a tomb, exuding a disgusting stench of corpses.It seems that the mouse slipped into my bed late at night, and it must have been crushed to death when I turned over.It's just that I don't know if it was crushed to death as soon as it entered the bed, or it was crushed to death after searching around my body to its fullest.Obviously the latter is more likely.So I felt that my skin was covered with germs, as if soaking in the bathtub for three days and three nights could not wash away the foul smell.Presumably the mouse really had nothing to eat that night, so it took me as a "cream cake" and got into my bed. Unexpectedly, when I was sleeping, the "cat was powerful" and killed it.Maybe it was because of the murder of a rat, and since then I have become more and more afraid of rats.

I have lived in Harbin for six years, and I have never seen a mouse in any place, which made me subconsciously think that I live in a city that is cleaner than Singapore.In fact, it was wrong, but I didn't set foot in the corners they are accustomed to living in. This is the conclusion I have come to in the past few years. Always stay in a hotel when you go out.When I went to Zhangjiajie, I stayed overnight in Tianzi Mountain, and stayed in a star-rated hotel, but the rats dared to wander on the carpet in full view.We were still chatting with the lights on, and they couldn't wait to go out.The mice in Zhangjiajie are brown and big, so they can be called "Shuo rats". My girlfriend and I didn't dare to turn off the lights and go to sleep, thinking that they dare to travel around the world in broad daylight, and how arrogant they are after the lights are turned off?If this kind of mouse crawled into the bed, it would be strange if it didn't frighten me out of my nerves.So it was difficult to fall asleep with trepidation, and the next day I was weak because of poor rest, and I yawned endlessly at the beautiful scenery of the beautiful day.

The shrewdness of the Cantonese has almost become synonymous with businessmen.Before I went to Guangdong, I heard that people there ate rats, so I thought that I would have to "examine" the meat dishes at the table.There is also a well-known dish in Guangdong - Dragon and Tiger Fighting, where "dragon" is a snake and "tiger" is a cat.Although he is a fake cat, he must also defend the dignity of the fake cat and never eat cat meat.From Guangzhou to Maoming, I stayed in a hotel in a fishing village along the coast and ate seafood every day, so I relaxed my vigilance.A few days later, our group moved to another mountain villa, and the hospitable and wealthy owner of the villa entertained us with a feast that night.The first course was soup, which was boiled white and exuded a strong fragrance.I asked the lady, what kind of soup is this?The lady who served the food answered snake soup with a smile on her face.So I drank it boldly and hissed loudly.The soup is very delicious, because I seldom drink snake soup, so I have long forgotten the taste of snake soup I drank before.But there was a person who often drank snake soup at the same table, and he frowned and said that it was definitely not pure snake soup.Ask the lady again, the lady said frankly that there is cat meat in it, and I almost fainted with anger.So when I was looking at the lake one rainy evening, a big mouse crawled over the stone bridge, and it scared me out of my wits.I had never seen a rat that big, about the size of a year-old cat, running majestically across the stone bridge in the cold evening rain towards the house.The largest mouse in China must have grown in Guangdong.If this kind of mouse sneaks into a person's bed, it is enough to make people's hairs stand on end and make them feel miserable.Afterwards, I half-joked with my fellow travellers, saying that I couldn’t understand that Northeast people are tall and thick, but the mice there are so thin; while Cantonese people are short and thin, but the mice are plump and stretched.

When I went to Shennongjia and passed through Wuhan, I met the mouse again in the hotel.One morning after I got up, I went to ask the female writers upstairs, Fang Fang and Jiang Zidan, to have dinner together, and when I walked up to the floor where they lived, I saw a mouse running across the red carpet in the corridor!It turned out to be all white and looked like a ghost.I was so frightened that I ran away, and ran all the way downstairs to the hall, still in shock.The host asked me where Fang Fang and Jiang Zidan were. I said that I was just going to call them when a mouse scared me back, so everyone laughed.I don’t know if all the rats in Wuhan pretend to be brides and wear white wedding dresses. Maybe it’s because they grow up beside the white waves of the Yangtze River?

Not long ago, Fang Fang and the mouse met again unexpectedly in Beijing.But this time it was "only heard his voice, not seen his person".Rats gnaw very loudly at night.It's on the window side, and my bed is next to that side.I told Fang Fang about crushing a mouse to death in the bed, hoping to gain sympathy and exchange beds with me.Unexpectedly, Fang Fang said solemnly: "You have crushed the mouse to death once, just crush it again." I was so angry that I really wanted to break up with her. Because of the rats, I am most afraid of living on the first floor when I live in a hotel. When I visited Japan in 1991, I had to sleep on tatami mats for two days. Although I felt very poetic, it was difficult to fall asleep because I was afraid of rat attacks.Fortunately, I didn't see any mice in Yibang.

Su Dongpo once wrote an article about rats called "Ode to Rats".Said that he was sitting one night when he suddenly heard the sound of a mouse biting something, so he asked the book boy to look after it with a candle. It turned out that it was an empty bag, and the sound came from it.The book boy said that the mouse was locked in the bag and could not get out.So he untied the bag and opened it to see that it was a dead mouse!The book boy was very surprised. It was still biting something just now, why did it die suddenly?So he turned the bag over and poured out the dead mouse. Unexpectedly, it pretended to be dead and escaped as soon as it hit the ground.So Su Dongpo sighed, "It's the cunning of rats. Closed in the stalk, the stalk is firm and cannot be penetrated. Therefore, if you don't gnaw, you gnaw it, and use the sound to attract people; if you don't die, you die, and you use the shape to get rid of it."

If mice have such high intelligence, we might as well communicate with them in depth.It's a pity that I don't have the courage.Thinking of them breathing freely in all corners of the world gives me a shuddering feeling.If they continue to proliferate, they will certainly pose no less threat to mankind than nuclear weapons.Because humans can control nuclear weapons, but they cannot control rats to spread the epidemic.I know they are blessing our health when I expect them to go extinct.Because only the rich food harvested by human beings and the delicious garbage left behind can provide effective protection for their continued life from generation to generation.They will follow humans forever and ever.