This is a hoarse and rough voice, which vibrates in the dull air and comes from Luo Mao's throat. His trembling body supports a face like a coolie who crawls in and out of a coal mine all day; There is no meat in the bony body, only a few bones are wrapped in skin; Although the hair on the head is messy, it is wrapped in a blue cloth; Under the hood, a pair of yellow eyes stare. The most striking thing is a purple mark on his left cheek, with a large cluster of long hair on it. He uncovered his sweaty clothes and exposed his chest. His face changed from time to time, and he snorted occasionally in his nose. Look at him, about thirty years old, with his hands cut off and his feet wearing rotten sandals. Next to him were four or five big men with heavy eyebrows, flying around with proud colors on their faces, hugging him tightly and walking along the pine forest in a hurry. It seems that he will escape if he is not careful. This group of people is running towards the Xiaosha River.
They sent Luo Mao to the water burial because he didn't keep his duty and became a thief in the village. Civilized villages have never had a village head ... and so on. Criminals don't need a judge, they can handle it in private. The death penalty for "water burial" of thieves is almost ancient in the village.
The parade is not so simple: there are also a large group of men and women dragging around, and there are all kinds of people. They are dressed in red and green, tall and low, young and old ... these are not all idle people in the village, but they all come for the same purpose. Children, in particular, smile from ear to ear with their thin lips and gesticulate with all kinds of funny gestures, as if they think it is more interesting than watching the "peep show" from Sichuan. When they drag their shoes on the ladder tower, their shoelaces are sometimes trampled and they are in danger of falling off immediately. The children screamed and scolded, and sweat dripped from their heads like raindrops.
Women, the daughter-in-law is holding her mother-in-law, the grandmother is holding her little granddaughter, and the girl is holding her baby ... Some are grinning, some are frowning to show pity, some are cold-faced, and their mouths are not open. At most, they bite their teeth, and the old ladies mumble chanting. Among them, several of them followed with little feet like flying, sometimes even surpassing the front of the brigade; Then they slowly shook their eight-character steps, quietly, quietly. Obviously, it is inseparable from everyone. Curious people, at this time, regardless of the smell of sweat, squeezed back and forth in the meat. You hit my shoulder, I stepped on your heel, and ... there was no peace for a minute. At first, they were closely together, and then they scattered like stars all over the sky. Just like when bees are buzzing, a louder noise suddenly rises from the sea of people. This voice; The priority of sound is completely inconsistent;
"ah! Look, look, the robber is talking again! "
The sound of the word "Le" is still there, and others who are far behind are flooding in, but the short and weak women and children in the front row are gradually retreating. But Luo Mao's voice (that is, the voice they called the robber) became hoarse at this moment, and suddenly became much louder, shaking like a broken gong:
"ah! Look at the excitement of your ancestors! Did I steal your wife? Tell me to drink water? You also have a day to eat fire! Burn you bastards! "
Luo Mao muttered and cursed uncleanness: most of the girls and grandmothers blushed and covered their ears; People like the old woman, pretending to be deaf and dumb, asked the people next to him what he said; The teacher in the village fully understood, so he curled his lips and shouted, "Mourning morality!" " "Luo Mao only heard a loud noise in his ears. At this moment, no sound can be mixed in. He just strode out of the village. Walking unsteadily, several men can hardly keep up. Listen, I'm leaving this village soon. The crowd behind ran like a hundred yards, twisting their mouths all the way and making their eyes laugh. Luo Mao's tinnitus is a little lighter, as if he heard a long series of shrill laughter. Full of unhappiness, he leaned his head back and craned his neck to call way:
"Where are you going with your ancestors? Don't you want to die ... I'll give you some color to see see when I come back! Let you turtle sons die a natural death, and see if you can still laugh! "
But when his head just turned around and his thin neck was about to stretch like an egret, he was forced to twist back by the strong village farmer with long braids at a glance. He stood still angrily, leaning against a big cypress tree by the roadside.
"Let's go! Grandson! " The long braid gave him a heavy blow.
"ouch! Did your son beat Lao Zi? " He let out a cry of pain and his legs had to move forward again. "That can't do! Mom, the Republic of China is unreasonable, isn't it ... "He almost cried.
At this time, it was already half a mile away from my village. Today is cloudy, and silver-gray clouds and waves are flying in the sky. The rustling wind blows the trees and makes a pleasant sound. Pines and cypresses are far and near. Roads are rugged mountain roads, sometimes crossing ridges or shallow hills. Everyone walked zigzag, seemingly a little tired, and had a rest under a cemetery. The crowd gathered around this good opportunity. The rustling pine branches covered the top of the head, and the lifeless sky also cast a few rays of sunshine. Through the green leaves, Luo Mao sat down beside the illegible monument.
"mom. Laozi is thirty-one this year! " He breathed a sigh of relief, raised his voice and began to say, "Won't he be a hero in a few decades?" ……"
"Locke eldest brother! Ah, ah, no! Fuck your old man. If your old man dies, my son will always burn more paper for your old man during the New Year. Don't worry. What can't be done later, leave it to my son to help you. Dry grandma-ouch! What dry grandma, is simply my first grandmother-can't I support her for life? ……"
Wang Qi, a mouse, walked past the grave and rubbed his eyes with his hand. His eyes turned red. He invited Luo Mao to make peace with him and made a long speech. The little mouse competed with Luo Mao this year, and if he lost, he worshipped Lao Luo as michel platini, the famous little prick!
"Brother Qi, stop doing the old man's wet work!" Lao Luo laughed and said, "Men do things as men, and don't tie others! Where is my mother? ——"
Lao Luo suddenly felt sad. He stopped talking, stood up and walked forward. The crowd was dragged by him like a long rope and made a loop on the mountain road.
On the road after Deng Cheng, Lao Luo had almost no sound, except for a few natural grunts, and he suddenly became dumb. These followers are doubly confused. However, several big men are very happy. They think it will make everyone more peaceful. Further, it can also hurt weathering less, because there is nothing in the countryside that Lao Luo said is not ugly. So even though Lao Luo walked slowly, they didn't push him very hard.
Luo Mao just walked slowly, with a wry smile on his face. Just now, Wang Qi's words aroused his infinite emotion: I was secretly sad and sour, and I felt weak at the thought of my mother, and my crazy daredevil heart suddenly cooled. His strong will gradually softened.
Because of mental injury, he didn't want to talk again. His heart is completely hesitant, hesitant-
"What will my mother do after I die? ..... my god, where are you? Did you know that your son died in front of you? If you wait for me at home and don't come back, you don't know what you are worried about! Alas! Alas ... "
Although Lao Luo is a rough man, he also feels terrible when he thinks that there is no one to support his mother after her death. It was not until they grabbed his arm and tried to throw him underwater that he closed his eyes cruelly, and his mother's kindness was as beautiful as it is now. The sky is still gloomy and lead-colored, and Tongcun seems unexpectedly cold. The golden rice fields are blown by the wind, giving off natural fluctuations. It's really endless silence, and you can hear the crooning of thrush coming from the quiet bamboo forest where Guandi Temple is hidden. The mountain peaks stand on the wall in the distance, and the sky and the sea are far away. All the villages are temporarily hidden in the lonely air.
There is a straw house in the distance behind the village, standing on the slope, ready to collapse in the wind. After the fence was pulled open, an old woman came out with a cane. Her eyes were almost closed, her mouth gasped slightly, and she held the door firmly with one hand and rubbed her old eyes intently, as if expecting something. Seeing her standing there, it was obvious that her body was very weak; His face was wrinkled, showing high cheekbones, a pair of copper earrings hung on his thin ears, his back was a little camel, his hair was like weeds, and black and white hair hung down on his forehead. She is wearing a patched jacket, her sleeves are blue and gray, and her bones and blood vessels are exposed. She leaned firmly against the doorpost, motionless, but her lips were trembling. Finally, she leaned her crutch aside and simply sat on the threshold, frowning deeply and worried:
"Why hasn't Mao Er come back after going out for a day and a night?" Then he looked up.
Dong Zhao's daughter-in-law twisted her hair and smiled. She is one of the few women with big feet in the village. She has a chubby face, thick black eyebrows and high sleeves. She may have just come back from other places. She was about to talk to the old woman when her 10-year-old son and brother came running panting from the field and shouted, "Mom, it's really scary! I dare not go to the river again. "
"What's the fuss?" Zhao daughter-in-law said to her son. "They just threw a man into the river."
"Because of what?" '
"I was caught stealing."
"Who is it?"
My brother grinned at the old woman and said, "It's hers ..."
Zhao Er's daughter-in-law quickly blocked her son's mouth with her hand and wouldn't let him talk.
In fact, the old woman is deaf, but this time because she is anxious about waiting for her son, she can't hear what they are saying, only their mouths are moving. She asked, "What are you talking about, so busy? Brother, have you seen the cat? "
My brother didn't dare to answer, so he looked up at his mother, who answered loudly for him: "I didn't see it."
The old woman twisted her ears and said to Zhao's daughter-in-law, "You said you didn't see it?"
Recruit daughter-in-law nodded. The old woman sighed and muttered, "He has never been home at this time. Where is it! " Then he looked up and looked into the distance. After searching for a long time, he sighed again and leaned his head against the door frame. Zhao Er's daughter-in-law took her son and left slowly.
It was not until Zhao Er had dinner at home that the wind blowing outside the window gradually cooled down at night. Outside, only a little starlight flickered in the dark sky. Zhao Er's daughter-in-law secretly ran to the door of the old woman's house to have a look. She was still sitting there, and her weak voice seemed to say, "Mao Er, why don't you come back?"