Chapter 23 short story bull

It was raining outside that day.The wind was blowing, and the mulberries on the old mulberry tree "chachacha" fell into the cracks in the tiles.In the large mirror on the wall, I saw a purple light flash in the window.It was the back of a bull, and the guy moved slowly over it.I ran to the window and stuck my head out. "We are really a match made in heaven." Lao Guan dryly rinsed his throat behind his back, as if a lump of numbness had been stuffed there. "The roots of those roses are all soaked by the rain." I drew back and told him in a daze. I soaked it overnight, you see, the roots of the hair are still oozing out."

"I'm going to brush my teeth. Last night's biscuit crumbs stuck between my teeth is really uncomfortable. I swear..." Lao Guan walked around me lightly and delicately to the kitchen.I heard him spouting the tap water "boo-boo...". In the afternoon it came again.I was sitting in front of the window eating, when suddenly the familiar purple light flashed through the cracks in the boards, and an ox horn protruded in.It turned out that it poked a hole in the wall.I poked my head out again and saw its round buttocks.It was leaving, it was moving slowly, and the cinders groaned under its feet.There was a swarm of long-legged mosquitoes attacking my bare legs under the table, and it was a lively party. "I swore just now," Lao Guan slipped out of the inner room like a cat, wearing that riddled ginger sweater, "I will never eat biscuits in the middle of the night again. I have four dies on my teeth." Small cavities, two of which have reached to the root of the teeth. You are always afraid of mosquitoes, and you stomp your feet so frighteningly that the house seems to be collapsing. It is because you are too restless..."

"I saw something," I told him in an inaccurate tone, "a strange purple, that happened so many years ago. Do you remember that? The glass door was covered with flies, from Heads stick out of doorways. Leaves rattle overhead, and the stench of ammonia makes one dizzy." "Look," he bared his black teeth at me, "it's like some field mouse holes in here." Our beds fit tightly against the boards.When I was about to sleep, the horn poked in through the hole.I stretched out a bare arm to touch it, but I touched the back of Lao Guan's cold and hard head, and the back of his head shrank.

"You're such a restless sleeper," he said, "and the field mouse was running between my teeth all night. It's crazy. Do you hear that? I couldn't resist eating two more biscuits. It's all over. I can't help it..." "That thing goes around our house all day and all night, and you never see it once?" "Someone persuaded me to pull out my teeth, saying that everything would be fine. I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't rest assured. When I thought of pulling out my teeth, there would be no more things running around in my mouth, and my heart was pounding. So Looks like it's better to be patient."

At dusk, there was a choked up erhu sound coming from the hillside.There were orange spots of light swaying on the window glass, and the spots of light hurt my eyes.Someone knocked on the door "boom boom boom" three times.Very lightly, very hesitantly three times.Maybe it's just my hallucination.I pushed open the door and saw its round ass.It has passed, and its back is framed by a purple-black broad border. "Outside our former hut, there was a big neem tree growing, and when the wind blew, the dead neem seeds fell to the ground." Lao Guan bared his carious teeth and talked in his sleep.He hadn't eaten biscuits for two nights. If he didn't eat biscuits, he would talk in his sleep. "Under the tree, there was a white sheet hanging out for many years. It was used to wrap my mother's body. Later, I really used it."

"One day," I said unconsciously, "I looked in the mirror and saw that I had white hair and green eye drops in the corners of my eyes. I went out to buy a bottle of ink and wanted to write a letter to an old friend. The south wind was blowing outside, and there were many children sneaking around in the wind. I supported the brick wall on the side of the road to move forward. The road was slippery, dusty and sandy. Clear those house numbers..." "Under the tree there is a layer of barren ground chestnuts, and the small flowers bloom so miserable. Someone once dug up the ground chestnuts and searched for something in the soil."

"My legs were crippled by mosquitoes. That autumn, the mosquitoes were particularly vicious. A big one bit the bend of my leg, and my leg couldn't straighten up anymore. Before that, I always planned to buy dichlorvos." We talked all night.In the morning, blood bubbles the size of soybeans appeared on the tip of the tongue.The sun was shining on our butts, and it was hot. It came again, and it rattled the walls.I opened the door, and a blinding purple light forced me to close my eyes. "It's over." I dropped my hands sadly. "It's going to circle us forever. My armpits are dripping with cold sweat."

"As soon as the wind blows, I have many sad thoughts. For example, yesterday, I suddenly thought of soaking the extracted tooth in a glass jar for preservation. I carefully observed the cavity on it, and remembered some past events in my heart. At that time You're looking in the mirror. You're looking in the mirror all the time, and it's amazing how much you care about how you look." Since yesterday, it has stopped coming.Yesterday, I stood at the window all day, combing my short dry hair with a wooden comb with missing teeth against the window glass.On the window pane, I saw my hair fall out in big bunches between the teeth of the comb.

The wind knocked off several tiles on the roof, and there were "tick-tick" rain leaks everywhere in our house.Lao Guan and I hid on the bed, the top of the bed was covered by a large tarpaulin, and there was a large puddle of rainwater on it.Lao Guan huddled in the corner of the bed, digging his nostrils preoccupied, and grinding his die teeth to make a strange sound. "It hasn't come since yesterday." I told him. "It's something a long time ago, something to do with mulberries that fell in the cracks in the tiles. There was a rattlesnake hanging from a tree branch... I just need to see Purple, the blood all over my body is about to boil. Just now I bit a blood bubble on the tip of my tongue, and my mouth is full of fishy smell."

"What if the water really rises in this room? Will the glass jar under the bed be washed away? There are a total of six teeth soaked in it." "The roses outside were beaten to the ground by the rain, you must have heard it? A man walked through the rose garden, and stepped on the middle with his riding boots. The day it came here for the first time, I saw it in the mirror. I saw you were going to stuff arsenic between your teeth, why?" "I want to poison those voles. They are too arrogant. So that's why you look in the mirror? I have been fighting them for many years. The doctor said I have superhuman perseverance."

His lips had grown black, and his eyelids drooped heavily.He shook it twice, and his skin immediately shrank like an eighty-year-old man.I stretched out my hand to touch his forehead, and the hard forehead hair hurt my fingers.He bared his decayed teeth at me again, in a comically threatening manner. I went to the window and suddenly saw that day in May.He walked in with my mother, smelling of sweat, with a tiger-striped dragonfly perched on one shoulder. "I brought the breath of the field." He told me dumbfoundedly, showing his white front teeth. "The dentist said that I have symptoms of tooth decay, which is really unreasonable." He has been taking sleeping pills.Once, he put a bottle of sleeping pills on the table and my mother swallowed him, and he fell asleep forever. "The old woman has an abnormal addiction to western medicine balls." He said to the forensic doctor. You can see far in the mirror.There, the body of a huge animal fell into the water, "slapping" in a dying struggle, thick black smoke spewed out of its nose, and bright red plasma gushed out of its throat. I turned around in horror and saw him throwing a sledgehammer at the mirror.