Chapter 22 short story hut on the hill

On the barren hill behind my house, there is a hut built with wooden boards. I clean out drawers every day at home.When I wasn't clearing the drawers, I sat in the armchair with my hands flat on my lap and heard the whistling.It was the north wind that was lashing fiercely at the fir-bark roof of the hut, and the howling of wolves echoed in the valley. "The drawers can't be cleaned forever, huh," Mom said, giving me a false smile. "Everyone's ears are wrong." I continued, holding my breath, "There are so many thieves prowling around our house in the moonlight. I turned on the light and saw people poked their fingers on the windows." There were countless holes. In the next room, you and your father were snoring so loudly that the bottles and jars jumped up in the cupboard. I kicked off the bed, turned my swollen head sideways, and heard that The people locked in the hut banged on the wooden door furiously, and the sound continued until dawn."

"Every time you come to my room looking for things, I always tremble with fright." Mom stared at me cautiously, stepped back to the door, and I saw the flesh on one side of her face startled ridiculously. One day, I decided to go to the mountains to see what happened.As soon as the wind stopped, I went up the mountain. I climbed for a long time, the sun made me dizzy, and every stone was flickering with small white flames.I coughed and tossed and turned on the mountain.The salty sweat from my brow dripped into my eyeballs, and I couldn't see or hear anything.When I got home, I stood outside the door for a while, and saw in the mirror that person’s shoes were covered with wet mud, and there were two big purple halos around his eyes.

"It's a disease." The family members were heard sniggering in the dark. By the time my eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, they were already hiding - laughing and hiding.I found that they rummaged through my drawers while I was away, and threw a few dead moths and dragonflies on the ground. They knew it was my favorite thing. "They cleaned out the drawers for you, while you were away." The little girl told me, her gaze was fixed, and the left eye turned green. "I heard wolves howling," I said, trying to scare her, "the wolves are running around the house outside and pushing their heads in through the cracks in the door, that's what happens when it gets dark. You're so scared in your sleep , the soles of the feet are sweating. People in this room are sweating the soles of their feet when they fall asleep. You can see how damp the quilt is."

I'm very confused because some things are missing from the drawer.The mother pretended not to know anything and lowered her eyes.But she was staring fiercely at the back of my head, and I could feel it.Every time she stared at the back of my head, the spot on my scalp where she stared was numb and swollen.I know they buried my box of Go chess by the well behind them, and they've done it countless times, and each time I dug it out in the middle of the night.While I was digging, they turned on the lights and poked their heads out of the windows.They were silent about my resistance. While eating I said to them, "On the hill, there is a hut."

They all buried their heads in their mouths and drank the soup, probably no one heard me. "A lot of big mice are running wildly in the wind." I raised my voice and put down my chopsticks, "The gravel on the mountain was rumbling down towards the wall behind our house, you were all so frightened that the soles of your feet were sweating, don't you remember? Just look at the quilts. When the weather clears, you dry the quilts, and the ropes outside are always covered with quilts.” My father gave me a quick look with one eye, which I felt was the familiar wolf's eye.It dawned on me.It turned out that my father turned into one of the wolves every night, running around the house, howling terribly.

"White is shaking everywhere," I said with one hand. Everything is so eye-catching, it makes tears flow.You don't get any impression.But as soon as I got back into the house and sat in the armchair with my hands flat on my knees, I could clearly see the cedar bark roof.It was so close together that you must have seen it, in fact, all of us in the family.There was indeed a person squatting there, and there were two big purple halos under his eye sockets, which were the result of staying up late. " "Every time you dug the stone by the well, your mother and I were suspended in the air. We trembled and kicked around with our bare feet, but we couldn't step on the ground." My father avoided my eyes and turned Turn your face to the window.The windowpane was covered with fly droppings. "At the bottom of the well, there is a pair of scissors that I dropped. In my dream, I secretly made up my mind to salvage it. When I wake up, I always find that I made a mistake. I didn't drop any scissors, your mother I assert that I made a mistake. I don’t give up, and I will remember it next time. When I lie down, I will suddenly feel sorry, because the scissors have sunk to the bottom of the well and rusted, why didn’t I salvage them. I am troubled by this matter For decades, the wrinkles on my face were carved like a knife. Finally, one time, I went to the well and tried to lower the bucket. In the well. I ran back to the house and glanced in the mirror, and the hair on my left side was all white."

"The north wind is really fierce." I shrink my head, my face is purple and blue, "I have small ice cubes in my stomach. When I sat in the armchair, I heard them tinkling non-stop." I've been trying to get the drawers out of the way, but Mom keeps trying to keep me in the dark.She was walking up and down in the next room, making a "tapping" sound, which made me think wildly.I wanted to forget the footsteps, so I opened a deck of cards and said: "One, two, three, four, five..." But the footsteps stopped suddenly, and my mother's small dark green face came in from the door, buzzing: " I had a nasty dream, and I'm still sweating on my back."

"And the soles of the feet," I added, "everyone's soles are sweating. You dried the quilt again yesterday. This kind of thing is very common." The little girl sneaked up to tell me that my mother had been planning to break my arm, because the sound of me opening and closing the drawer drove her crazy, and when she heard the sound, she soaked her head in cold water in pain until she was sick. Severe cold. "This kind of thing is not accidental." The little girl's gaze was always straight, which caused a small red rash to grow on my neck. "For example, father. I heard him talk about the pair of scissors. I'm afraid he has been talking about it for twenty years? No matter what happens, it has a long history."

I oil the sides of the drawers and open and close them lightly so they don't make any noise.I experimented like this for many days, but the footsteps next door didn't sound, and she was blinded by me.It can be seen that many things can be fooled, as long as you are a little careful.I was very excited and worked hard all night. The drawers were about to be cleaned up a little, but the light bulb suddenly went out, and my mother sneered in the next room. "Stimulated by the light in your room, there is a thumping sound in my veins, like a drum. Look here," she pointed to her temple, where a bulging earthworm crawled. "I'd rather have scurvy. There's something going on in your body all day long, making noise here and there. You've never tasted it. Your father thought of suicide because of this problem." She held out a hand The fat hand rested on my shoulder, that hand was as cold as ice, and water kept dripping.

There was a man playing tricks at the well.I heard him repeatedly lowering the bucket, making a rumbling sound against the side of the well.At dawn, he dropped the barrel with a bang and ran away.I opened the door of the room next door, and saw my father was sleeping, with a veiny hand clutching the edge of the bed in pain, groaning miserably in his dream.Mother with disheveled hair, holding a broom pounced on the ground.She told me that at dawn, a large group of beetles flew in through the window, hit the wall, and fell all over the ground.She got up to tidy up, put her feet in the slippers, and was bitten by a beetle hidden in the slippers on her toe, and her whole leg was swollen like a lead post.

"He," the mother pointed to the sleeping father, "it was he who was bitten in the dream." "In the hut on the mountain, there is also a person moaning. Some grape leaves are carried in the black wind." "Did you hear that?" Mother pressed her ears to the floor in the half-light, "These things fell on the floor and passed out. They broke in at dawn." That day, I did go up the mountain again, and I remember it very clearly.At first I sat in the wicker chair with my hands flat on my knees, then I opened the door and stepped into the white light.When I climbed the mountain, my eyes were full of flames of white stones, there were no grapes, and there was no hut.