Daomu Biji

Mengyoupin grabbed me, and I felt a thump in my heart. My first reaction was: When did they stand there?

We live in the city and are used to looking at everything. When we get here, we usually don’t think of paying attention to the hills. So when I first came here, I had no idea whether there was anyone on the hillside. If they were up there early in the morning, they would definitely have discovered us when we climbed into the stilt building, which would be a bit bad.

And looking at their expressions, they all seemed unkind, and they seemed to be watching with cold eyes. It’s like the expressions on ordinary people’s faces when they look at traitors in black and white movies.

I was a little overwhelmed and stopped for a moment to look at them. These people are all between forty and fifty years old. Mountain people live a difficult life and generally look older, so their actual age may be younger. There were two people carrying poles, as if they had just collected something from the mountain. These people didn't make any move, they just stared at us.

I am not popular in my hometown in Changsha. I have experienced this kind of scene before. I know that this kind of expression means that they are very wary of us, but they are not sure who we are. It seems that our actions just now may have been seen.

In a mountain village, you must not offend the locals, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous, ranging from being kicked out, to being taken directly to the police station. The fact that Changbaishan and his party were betrayed by Brother Chu made our case record unclear, and we didn’t know if we were wanted. After entering the police station, they checked the network, and there was no guarantee that something bigger wouldn’t happen.

At this time, if we climb in again, we will be beaten. The fat man made a few beep sounds behind us, suggesting that we should leave quickly and not look at them. This is a bit provocative. Be careful if we offend others and they will rush down. .

I was a bit worried about being a thief, but now my heart beat faster, I became nervous, and I felt like there was a pressure coming down from the mountain. But I looked at the stilt building and felt that I couldn't leave. But I couldn't get something that was so easy to get. It was like reading a novel and the mystery is about to be revealed, but the author goes around in circles. It was so uncomfortable.

I didn't move for a while, and the fat man grabbed me and whispered to me: Come back in the evening, it won't be more than a few hours. while dragging me back.

The three of us tensed our bodies and left as naturally as possible and walked into the village. After walking for a long distance, we turned back. We were relieved when we saw that the villagers did not follow us.

This scene is a bit like when I was a child and I went to the orchard to steal oranges. After stealing, we happened to meet the owner of the orchard. The two of us were so scared that our pockets were full of oranges, so we had to pretend to be passing by. That kind of tension makes you unable to move your feet. Of course it's not as scary now as it was when you were a kid, but it's not uncomfortable either, and it's a little funny.

Relying on our memories, we took several detours and returned to Agui's house. Agui was not there, but his eldest daughter was making a dustpan. When she saw us, she asked why we came back so soon.

I said it was too hot and I couldn’t bear it.

The fat man went straight back to the room and hid the iron box under the bed. Then we felt at ease and felt that the matter was over. The fat man said: Every time you go through a rough patch, you will gain wisdom. From now on, let's not be so impatient during the day and observe the environment first. At the same time, I think we also need to take care of Agui. He is a local snake. We have to get him to join the gang. The key is It’s good that we have someone to speak for us.”

I thought to myself that it was useless, as he would not even wade into the muddy water. Moreover, I am anxious for a reason. When things get to this level, any unintended consequences may cause a butterfly effect, so it is better to be more anxious.

After saying that, the fat man went out to beg for water. I was thinking about the photos I hadn’t seen. I felt hot and restless all over, so I lay down and forced myself to meditate. Not long after, I heard the fat man asking Agui's daughter where the mountain road behind the wooden building led to, and were there usually many people walking there? Agui's daughter said that there was a melon field in the mountains. It was summer and the watermelons were ripe, so people often went up to the mountains to pick watermelons. The old wooden building has been there for a long time, and I heard that an old woman lived there before.

I looked at Menyou Ping and said to myself, old woman? Did Menyou Ping live with an old woman before? He might have been locked up as a sex slave there during those fifteen blank years. That would be too miserable. Then he was surprised that he didn't know where the dirty thoughts came from. He probably heard too many dirty jokes about fat people all the way here.

However, the time span Agui's daughter mentioned before is not clear. It might have been earlier, or it might have been after Menyou Ping left.

After that, the fat man asked Agui's daughter about the unkempt man, and upon asking, he found out that there was indeed such a person. This lunatic has been around since she was born. No one knows who he is. People in the village call him Ayu's son. It seems that he was a hunter before and went crazy for some reason. This man lives in a broken house on the mountain. Sometimes I see him coming down to pick up some leftovers to eat. I can't see him much now. He may be too old to walk. An old man took pity on him and would put his food on the mountain pass and cover it with a vat. He would move the vat away at night and take the food back.

I felt strange after hearing this. The man I saw today was running like an ox, and he didn't look like an old man at all. Could it be that the physique of us city people is not as good as that of the old lunatics in the mountains?

It is indeed possible, because he is said to be old, but he doesn’t know how old he is. Maybe he is only in his forties. He looks very old because he has not eaten, drank or been exposed to wind and rain, but because he has lived in the mountains all year round, he His physique is definitely different from ordinary people.

The fat man came in with a water cup and said to me again: Did you hear that? It's the season for harvesting watermelons. There are too many people over there. You have to calm down. It's not like the wilderness here. You can do whatever you want. Instead of taking that risk, let's It's better to wait a little. I think it's best for us to wait until the second half of the night, and if we can't bear it, we'll make a mess.

I did the math and said no. If it was indeed a lunatic, his behavior would be unpredictable, and there was no guarantee that he wouldn't crawl back to take a look. It was no big deal for him to climb into an abandoned old house in the village. Who knew what he would do inside. Just say that I can't wait, I have to go for a walk after lunch, and if I can get in, I will go in and take care of it.

The fat man smiled bitterly and didn't want to talk to me any more, so he said it was up to me.

To make a long story short, after lunch, Menyouping and I went outside the old house again and found a few old ghosts sitting under the big tree at the door enjoying the cool air.

The difference between stories and real life is that in stories you can always speed up the pace at critical moments, but in real life there are always fucking accidents. I squatted under a tree on one side and waited for the old men to leave. When the oil on my forehead was burned out by the sun, the old men became more and more cheerful as they chatted.

It's hard for me to describe the anxiety that was stuck in my chest. I didn't want to go back and be laughed at by the fat man, so I spent a few hours in uneasiness. The fat man came to see us later. Seeing that we hadn't come back for so long, he thought we had been caught.

I have gradually calmed down at this time, or it can be said that it is hot calm, because the sun is shining high, and there is a humid heat wave in the air. We used the banana leaf fan to cool down, but it was of no use. It was steamed to the point of foaming, and the heat Got no motivation. All those worries were expelled from my pores. I really admire Menyoupin. Even if it is so hot, he remains unmoved and does not appear to be irritated at all, but he is still covered in sweat. The iceberg-like cool guy can't stop the Guangxi sun either.

The fat man laughed at me, and I didn't have the strength to refute him. He had been in Beijing for a long time and couldn't get used to the heat and humidity here. He felt even more uncomfortable. So he said to us: Let's go, let's go. Don't wait. Let's go. Go out for a walk and find a stream to soak in, otherwise I will become sour.

There is a mountain stream outside the village. We saw it when we came here. It is not wide but the water is quite fast. When we saw it, we thought it must be a good place to escape the summer heat. We just didn't know how to get there from the village.

I really couldn’t bear it anymore, and as soon as I heard it, I felt like it, so I got up and the three of us went there together. I asked several villagers along the way, and they gave me directions. The fat man picked banana leaves and put them on his head, cursing the sun all the way out of the village.

The stockades and streams are basically adjacent to each other. The stockades in the mountainous areas are basically built next to the streams. There is a stone beach between the stockade and the stream. When it rains heavily, the water will overflow. These pebbles can act as a buffer. We looked out on the ridge and found that there were quite a few people playing in the water. It seems that the locals are not afraid of the heat.

The water of the green and winding stream is calmer than when we saw it downstream. When we walked to the stream, we felt a chill coming to our faces. Most of the people playing there were children. Girls aged fifteen or sixteen wore no underwear and only shirts. The soaked clothes clung to their bodies, showing off their graceful figures. The fat man suddenly became excited. He took off his clothes and rushed into the stream, as if Zhu Bajie had seen a spider spirit.

I felt unsightly in my briefs, so I went into the water in my sports shorts. The stream was a little warm in the sun, so I walked to the shade under the rocks. Menyouping didn't go into the water, so he sat under a tree to cool off.

After soaking for a while, the summer heat disappeared completely, and a kind of leisurely comfort came to my face. The fat man was playing with the girls, and Menyouping dozed off. I looked up towards the stockade and could see the stilt building with the oil bottle not far away. This was much more comfortable than waiting at Agui's house.

Just like the candidates who are waiting in front of the wall where the results are announced, they feel more comfortable than waiting at home. The anxiety just now made me feel a little pity for myself, so I told myself, don't be nervous, this time we are not fighting upside down, nothing will happen here, there will be no rice dumplings, just take your time.

So I lay down, soaked my body in the water, closed my eyes, and stretched my body.

I don’t know how long I lay there, but when I was a little dazed, I suddenly heard someone calling me. I gradually woke up, and as soon as I sat up, a stream of water hit my face, splashing me awake. When I got up, I found that all the children playing in the water ran back to the shore, screaming and running in one direction. The fat man splashed on me while shouting: Wake up!

I stood up and saw green smoke rising from somewhere in the stockade in the distance. I asked what was going on? The fat man said: It seems like a house is on fire.

I looked in that direction, where the stilt building of Menyouping was located, and suddenly felt something bad. ④Read on Tianshu Chinese website