Rabbit's Murder Memories

That person came again, and this was the fourth time he had appeared on the mountain today.

Like the last few times, this time he was still wearing a mask, using a flashlight, carrying a few black plastic bags in his hands, and wrapped himself tightly in a windbreaker.

He walked up the mountain road with difficulty, and he didn't care about the snowflakes all over him.He didn't pour out the meat from the plastic bag until he walked to a place where there were many pigs, and then he watched the black pigs come up and eat the minced meat before leaving.

The first time he came to feed the pigs was yesterday morning. I was angry because I couldn’t get through to Lao Song’s phone. He suddenly came up the mountain with a bag. I advised him: “This is the mountain built by our own family. It is specially used for raising pigs and cannot climb.”

He seemed to smile through the mask, "Sister, I'm here to feed the pigs." Then he opened the plastic bag and gave me a look. It was filled with meat, white and red, which seemed to be quite fresh.

"What kind of meat is this?" I asked.

He said: "I run a restaurant, but it didn't work out, so I lost money. This is pork from the shop. My family has had enough of it, and there are no relatives in the area. It's a pity to lose it. I thought I'd just feed it to the pigs." "

I said, "I didn't expect you to know a lot about pigs. You know that pigs eat pork. Did you ever raise them?"

He said: "No, I haven't raised it. I have raised it when I was a child. I like to feed pigs since I was a child. Pigs look silly, but they are actually smart."

I said: "Yes." Then I led him up the mountain.

While spreading the meat, he asked me: "Sister, it's snowing here, why are you still raising pigs free-range, are you afraid of freezing?"

I didn't answer right away, and looked at him a little strangely, because when the pig farm was first opened, people often came to see the pigs, and by the way, learn about the breeding technology.But I saw that he was thin and had long hair, so he didn't look like a breeder, so I replied with confidence:

"If it's a big white pig, it's about to enter the pen now. In winter, they will be shivering with cold, and sometimes they will be piled up in the pile. But this kind of black pig is not afraid, it is fine at minus [-] degrees, and it still walks all over the mountain. "

He asked, "Why?"

I said, "Why?"

He said, "Why is the black pig fine in winter, but not the white pig?"

I said, "Why do you ask so many questions? You don't raise pigs."

He said: "I just find it strange and really want to know, but you don't want to say it."

I said: "Actually, it's okay to tell you. This kind of black pig is called Dongbei Min pig. Experts say that the coat of this pig is denser than that of white pigs. In winter, a layer of fluff will grow under their coat. It’s like the white pig wearing only a pair of long johns in winter, and this pig not only wears a jacket to keep warm, but also secretly puts a sweater on it.”

He couldn't help laughing out loud, and said, "Sister, your words are really funny."

After a while, he clapped his hands, picked up the black plastic bag on the ground and went down the hill. Near the pig house on the hillside, he stopped suddenly, turned around and asked:

"Hey, sister, I still have a lot of meat at home, I may come here a few more times, are you okay?"

I thought about it and asked, "Is your meat not spoiled?"

He said, "It's not broken, it's all fresh."

I said, "That's fine, you can feed them! They eat meat and gain weight quickly, so I don't have to feed them."

He waved at me and left.

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Not long after he left, I asked a lot of people, and finally got the phone number of the branch secretary, and I called the branch secretary immediately.

I asked, "Secretary, is Lao Song still with you?"

The branch secretary said, "No, he went home last night, so he hasn't arrived yet?"

I said, "No, nothing will happen, right?"

The branch secretary said: "It should be fine, I guess I went to someone's house to play cards, just wait."

I waited for another day, but Song Deshui still didn't come back, I couldn't sit still, I really wanted to go down the mountain to find him, but firstly, I didn't know where to look for him, secondly, the man from yesterday came again several times today, so I even I dare not go down the mountain.Because I was afraid that the pig would be hungry and that I would leave, he suddenly took the pig away and sold it.

At dusk, he came again, and I couldn't help being a little annoyed, so I went up and asked him, "How much meat do you have?"

He looked up at the sky, thought for a while and said, "There should be half of it."

I also looked up to the sky, and now the snow has just stopped, and the sun is still hidden in the clouds, without showing.

I really wanted to ask him if you can stop feeding him, but in the end I didn't feel ashamed to ask, because he was kind after all, and I always felt that I didn't give him face if I said it so clearly.

He was also very clever, as if he could see that I was a little dissatisfied, and said proactively: "Sister, why don't I bring it together next time, can you eat this pig all at once?"

I said: "If you can eat it all, why can't you finish it? There are more than 300 heads. There is little food on the mountain in winter."

He smiled, did not speak, just stared at me for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Sister, if I add half, can they be eaten at one time?"

I felt a little strange, "Didn't you just say that there is still half of it left, why is there more now?"

He turned his neck twice, "This is an example."

I said, "Even if you feed three pigs, they can eat them all in one day."

He nodded and said, "Success, sister, then I understand."

When I was walking him down the mountain, he passed a forest, and he stopped suddenly, pointing to a pile of fresh pig manure next to a tree, and said:

"Sister, when I went up the mountain just now, I felt that there was something wrong with the pig manure..."

I asked, "What's the problem?"

He said, "Don't you see something glowing in there?"

I walked over, squatted down and took a closer look, and there was indeed a shiny thing in the black pig manure. I dug it out with my hands, put it on the palm of my hand and looked carefully, and found that it was a ring. It's white, with something like a mung bean-sized diamond inlaid on it.

The man also came over at this time, took the ring in his hand, looked at it carefully, and said, "Sister, congratulations, this ring is made of platinum, and the diamonds on it are also real. It can sell for tens of thousands."

I was taken aback, "Really?"

He nodded, "Really, it can't be wrong! I used to learn jewelry knowledge from others for a while."

I was so happy that I quickly snatched the ring, tried it on my hand, and found that the size was neither too big nor too small, and it fit me right.

When I turned around, I found that the man was still standing there, staring at the ring on my hand in a daze, and I couldn't help being afraid.

I asked, "Are you still busy?"

He smiled, "It's okay, then I'll go home and get the meat."

I also smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for you."

The author has something to say: Although it has been said before, I still want to emphasize it, everyone, don't skip watching, the end is coming soon.

Students who are jumping and watching should not understand it.