Chapter 12

Before Wang Weichao and I finished peeling the fish, the other two dumb pussy had already set up the stove and started to get a fire.

Their dark shadows lay on the fish at my feet, like a silent urging.

Suddenly, Wang Weichao pinched a fish urine bubble and said: Condom.

We didn't react for a while and stared at him blankly.

At that time, the sun was shining brightly, the blue sky was deep, and the bonfire not far away crackled.

The fish urine bubble was initially an arc, but later it merged into the entire blue sky, like a piece of scales falling off from the sun.

At this moment, someone's stomach started to growl.

The rain stopped on the afternoon of National Day.

The next morning, I took a few bites of rice, and I took the fishing gear and went out.

Before leaving, I ran to my grandma's house and touched the keys of the pig farm to prevent God from changing his face.

After meeting with the two dudes at the cross mouth, Wang Weichao arrived.

Since he was caught smoking last time, Wang Weichao has been feeling sad and dared not come to my house again.

According to him, he was blocked by his mother once at school and scolded him a few times.

After leaving the village, we rose up and drove the fog.

The stone road is soft and pleasant, and I always feel like I am riding on a huge rubber.

The sun hides and gazes behind the clouds, and emits a ray of light from time to time, making the back warm.

The scenery along the way is as cool as the beginning of autumn.

In fact, it is not like washing, it is really washing.

The poplar leaves in the sky in the past have been washed yellow, and they are sick and extremely unhappy.

Wang Weichao said: This is called Yang Wei.

Everyone laughed.

I changed several fishing spots in the morning and had a lot of harvest, but there were not many crucian carp, most of them were loaches.

At around ten o'clock, the sun emerged and the roasted people couldn't stand it.

Everyone was swearing while eating dry food.

I spent noon like this, my stomach was not filled and they all turned into wilted pickles.

I was yelling to go home.

Wang Weichao suddenly proposed to have a picnic on the spot.

The eyes of the stupid pussies who were listless in the grass suddenly lit up.

When we were young, we were always obsessed with pretending to be people from the city. It seemed that if we were not like this, it would not be enough to reflect our love for nature.

When we were in elementary school, we wrote an essay "Remembering a Picnic" countless times.

However, a good woman cannot cook without rice.

So amid everyone's lament, I proudly took out the key that I had been holding in my pocket.

Once I parted in June, I never visited the pig farm again.

When this huge flat building appeared in front of you again, his heart beat faster.

It took me a long time to open the lock, which made me think I had got the wrong key.

But the pig farm changed a lot.

From outside the pigpen on the west side to next to the pomegranate tree, two large piles of logs were accumulated, with different varieties and different thicknesses, and a plastic oil cloth was covered with straw.

Judging from the degree of damage to the oil cloth, it has been piled here for some time.

The originally flat ground was covered with ruts, like the remaining evidence of crimes after the murder.

For some reason, everyone was a little surprised to see this scene.

A fool even said: Is this a casino?

I really want to slap him to death.

Anti-theft doors and windows were installed in both rooms on both sides, and the only room that was not installed was also locked.

Fortunately, the kitchen door was tied with iron wire, so I opened it with some effort.

Under the cement board next to the stove, I found bowls and chopsticks and seasoning boxes, covered with a thick layer of gray, like the remains of the primitive man.

The well pressing became even worse, and it turned out to be a lump of iron.

But it is cleaner than I remember, without spider webs.

I poured some river water into it, and with the creaking sound, the trickle finally slowly came out.

Everything around you is undoubtedly frustrating.

But when we surrounded the fire with sweat, joy rose like the scent of burnt fragrance on our young hearts.

That day we peeled all the crucian carp, which were as big as slaps and as small as fish, but we couldn't eat enough.

I still remember the dirty faces of the fools under the scorching sun, and the youthful smiles are as sharp as pigeon whistles in the clear sky, which lasts forever.

The grilled fish looks unfair, but it tastes really good.

Unfortunately, there is no beer.

After the meal, smoke.

I went to the bathroom.

It is commendable, and there is half a roll of toilet paper.

While wiping my butt, I found a poke on the Pinghai Evening News next to the trash can.

After a while, it was Xishuitun Village Committee, undoubtedly.

The newspaper date is early September, and the front page is the elder who stands on the bow of the ship.

I immediately felt a slump in my heart.

After leaving the toilet, the yard was empty.

I shouted a few times, but there was no response.

Running out of the gate, looking at the corn field that is more than one person tall, how could there be a half-person figure?

I was a little nervous.

Turning around and returning, everything was still there, and the silver carp hit the bucket and made it sound.

Just as I was about to curse, I heard a snicker.

Looking in the sound, the door in the middle opened, revealing a foolish face.

He said: Hi Hello.

I was so surprised that I didn't know what to say.

So he said: Bye bye.

I rushed over immediately, but the door was closed.

The idiots in the room smiled even more happily.

I said: Open the door.

The idiots simply started singing.

I couldn't help but feel angry, and I just raised my legs and feet.

When I was about to kick the third time, the door opened.

Wang Weichao looked at me, a little confused.

I walked straight in, feeling like I had just crawled out of the pond.

The furnishings in the house are as usual, but there is an extra date-colored wooden table based on the bed.

I could see the white painted word on the side of the table at a glance: Xishuitun Village Committee.

The bed was bare and there was only a cool mat.

The stupid guys sat on it, holding cigarettes in their hands, but they looked quite restrained.

I wanted to say something, but I could not spit out a word.

Everyone was silent on the way home.

Only the buckets jingled.

Before breaking up, Wang Weichao laughed: What's going on with you?

I said: It's okay.

He said: It looks like you, everyone wants to see the casino.

I smiled and said: It's really okay.

When they parted, I immediately returned as usual.

At four o'clock, two poplars flashed by quickly.

The road flickers and turns light and dark.

My heart is in a mess.

There was a stainless steel bowl on the long table, and there were about a dozen cigarette butts lying on it.

I pinched one and looked at it, and the dumb pussy beside me whispered: Ashima.

I don't remember whether Lu Yongping was slapping Ashima.

The drawer is empty.

The cabinet against the wall seems to have a roll of beds.

I don't know why, but I didn't dare to take a closer look.

I secretly kept the door when I left.

I know I don't have XX's technology.

This pussy has been good at slipping the door and unlocking since he was a child. I heard that I was squatting in Zhoucun Prison last year.

There was a smell of cement and quicklime in the room.

There are several water marks in the northwest corner of the roof, and even worse on the back window ridge. The yellowish stains are directly connected to the ground, like someone urinating along the window.

When I entered the door, I went straight to the bed and lifted the mat. The bed was covered in plain clothes and had no farts.

I picked up the stainless steel bowl and looked at it carefully, and I could only see a twisted face.

Open the drawer, it was still the same few old newspapers.

I took a deep breath and walked towards the crimson cabinet close to the east wall.

This is part of the combination cabinet, the standard for getting married in the 1980s.

The whole body is striped, like a fish's eyes crawling.

There is a rectangular mirror embedded in the middle of the two upright doors, with peonies painted at the corners, and cursive script written in the middle of the top.

Another set of low cabinets has been thrown up the building of my house and was only dealt with when I moved two years ago.

As soon as the cabinet door opened, the smell of camphor came to your nose.

On the top left is a mattress wrapped in bed sheets, which looks quite clean.

The top right is a thin pink quilt with a very new color.

There is half-carrying toilet paper below, an old calendar, and a cool mat is set against the side.

In addition, it is piled with dirty clothes and full of mud spots.

I think these clothes belong to my father, but I can't be sure.

After my father had an accident, my mother took several beds from the pig farm home and took them away and washed them. It was impossible for me to leave these professional outfits alone.

When I hugged the mattress, I couldn't help but smell it, and there was nothing else but camphor.

Put it on the bed and slowly spread it open, and the blue and white plaid coarse cloth sheet was exposed.

Really clean.

I lifted the sheet and squeezed it, nothing was there.

Then I felt a little relieved and sat down on the bed.

The moment he lowered his head, a large drop of sweat hit the ground, making a clatter.

A woodpecker fell on the back window, tickling from time to time.

Of course things didn't end there.

When I got up again and hugged the cool quilt, a pair of underwear slipped down.

I was stunned for a moment, put the cold quilt down before I leaned over and picked it up.

There are black dots on the red bottom, which is so small when you hold it in your hand, but the crotch is wrinkled and a little hard.

I gently opened it, as if there was an inexplicable adhesion.

As this force disappeared, a strong smell evaporated.

The brown spotted map is wrapped with a layer of yellow-white condensation, and a few curly hairs stretch across it, long and black.

There is no doubt that this is my mother's panties, which have appeared several times on the clothesline on the second floor.

It seemed like a thin light was slashing down, and my heart was immediately bright.

Sit on the bed slowly and then lie down slowly.

My mind was full of the scenes of my mother having sex with Lu Yongping.

In this humble room, my mother's cry penetrated the four walls and drifted into the vast wilderness.

The narrow scar jumped.

I still remember the poster at the bedside.

Maggie Cheung raised her square face and sticked her square butt, coquettish.

A hole was cut at the junction of the legs.

A round hole that is like a fake one.

I stared at Maggie Cheung, not sure how long I had been watching.

Later I found that there was a pillow wrapped in the cold quilt, and two condoms were stuffed into the pillow.

There were a few balls of toilet paper in the corner of the bed, but I didn't have the energy to open them anymore.

I rode home slowly.

There are already people eating in groups of three or three on the street.

Before I could get the car set up, my mother came out of the kitchen and called me stupid, and didn't know how to go home at noon.

She rolled up her sleeves, her arms were white, and her hands were covered with flour.

A long and narrow sunset pierced through the door hole, threw on my mother's newly washed hair, and a few golden waves appeared, and then went downstream.

I buzzed and said I had dry food, so I went to lift the kitchen door curtain.

The mother snorted and pointed at the bathroom: The smell of fish is all over the body, wash it off quickly, whether it is disgusting or not.

Wash your face and go into the kitchen.

Mother is making dumplings.

She asked: Where are the fish you caught?

I said: I didn't catch it.

My mother said: The ghost believes in you.

I won't be able to deal with it anymore.

After a moment, my mother looked back at me and asked softly: Didn’t you really catch it?

I spread my hands: That's not.

My mother chuckled twice: It seems that I, an old woman, have no blessings.

I didn't say anything, but went straight to my mother and picked up a piece of dumpling skin.

My mother squeezed me: Oh, I've become a sperm.

I said: If you don’t say what you said, can you never learn it if you don’t try it?

I was amazed at my peace.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of green onions, and it was incredible that I could still be so calm.

My mother taught me how to spread the skin and pinch the edges, so I naturally couldn't listen.She finally got impatient and asked me to stay there.I put down my chopsticks and washed my hands and said: We're going to the pig farm to grill fish.

Um.Gentle.

There was a lot of wood piled up in the yard, and I don’t know whose it belonged.

Your aunt's house.No pause.

I also went to the security door, what was placed inside?

My mother stopped talking, as if she didn't hear it, but her hands were still flowing.

I looked around for a while and almost got covered in the dumpling skin.

Suddenly my mother asked: Didn’t you catch fish?

I said I had finished eating.

My mother didn't answer, but asked me to turn on the lights.

At this time, the water in the pot made a harsh sound, and a mist of water rose in the kitchen.

I stared at my mother's neck that was faintly visible from her hair: Who gave the pig farm to Lu Yongping?

My mother didn't even raise her head.

Only the water was boiling moaning.

The lids were jumping.

After a while, my mother put down her chopsticks, leaned over and changed to the fire, and walked to the door and turned on the light.

The whole process was expressionless.

I leaned against the stove, stood there for a while, and turned around and walked out the door.

My mother's voice was a little hoarse: Ask your grandma to go.

I rushed up the stairs in one breath.

My mother seemed to scream Lin Lin, but it seemed that there was no one.

I have no idea.

I've run upstairs.

I leaped over the high cement platform.

I heard grandma talking.

I'm a little tired.

I can no longer take a step.

I sat on the roof and gasped.

Set Yang squeezed out the last drop of blood.

The evening breeze brings the fragrance of food from whom it is.

I lay down on my back.

Lu Yongping's promise still echoed in his ears.

After he left, I lay in the bed for a long time until my mother came to call me for dinner.

It was already dark at that time, and the afterglow of rain echoed in the air. The Chinese toon tree not far away looked like a huge black tower.

My hands were swollen.

She is in front and I am behind.

The steps are like drumsticks in my heart.

I called Mom.

She didn't seem to hear it.

So I called out again.

She stopped.

I walked over the soft ground and sent a hot air flow, spreading to my whole body and hugging her firmly.

My mother said: OK, are you still young?

The eyes absorbed the stars and shone brightly in the dark alley.