Concentricity

The silvery moonlight spreads between the vast sky and the earth, illuminating the entire night sky as brightly as the daytime, the moonlight reflects the river water into broken silver, the shadows of the trees whirling gracefully, and the distant mountains lie dormant there like beasts, motionless, The low chirping of autumn insects can be heard in the cool air, showing the tranquility of this autumn night even more.Moonlit night is like poetry and dreams.If Mo Jinyan understands poetry, he will automatically think of the poem "Life is endless from generation to generation, and the river and the moon are similar every year", but he doesn't understand, so he turns a blind eye to the boundless sparkling water and moonlight .No wonder, he has been watching such a moonlit night since he was a child for almost 16 years.You can't expect a young man who has never read poetry and books and often makes a living in the dark to feel poetic about this kind of scene.

Mo Jinyan just looked up at the soft full moon in the sky, with a halo around the edge of the moonlight. He remembered the old saying that "the moonlight wears a hoop, and the thatch dries up", and he knew that the next few days , will be sunny weather.He sat on the embankment and looked at it for a while, spit out the grass roots in his mouth, got up and went down the embankment, the net had been cast for an hour, and it was time to close the net.He stepped into his own boat, found the head of the net floating on a small bush by the water, picked up the head of the net with short oars, half-bent, legs apart, and stood in the pointed boat, stepping on the board. , forcing the boat to drift forward slowly, while starting to collect the net.

The net is woven with hemp thread and the mesh is very small. Such a small-mesh net can only catch small fish. Big fish cannot get through the mesh. There are special big-mesh nets for catching big fish.Mo Jinyan picked up the fishing net, and several small saury fish two or three inches long were hung on it, shining silver in the moonlight.This kind of fish has big head and small tail, slender body, thick meat and delicious taste, and is very popular.Mo Jinyan picked off the fish and threw it at his feet, put the collected fishing net into the water again, and continued to pick up the next section of fishing net. The fishing net will not be collected for now, but will continue to be placed, and it will be collected again tomorrow morning.When the fishing nets were finished, he had harvested a lot of small saury, and some small carp and crucian carp. He was going to row the boat to the shore and go home to sleep.

When squatting down to row the boat, my eyes casually glanced at the living water area in the center of the river, and suddenly I was attracted by a large white object, which was floating down the current.If it were someone else, he might still be timid and afraid, but who is Mo Jinyan, he is not afraid of the sky, the earth is not afraid, when Lord Yan Wang comes, he will drag the Lord who drinks tea with him, and he has seen countless strange things on the river since he was a child Living things and dead things, such as chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep floating down from the upstream during floods, and even dead people who have been soaked beyond recognition.So at this moment, he only hesitated for a moment, then rowed the boat and drifted downstream, preparing to intercept the white object.

The water flowed very fast, and Mo Jinyan skillfully stopped it before the boat overtook him. Looking at it under the bright moonlight, it could be seen that it was a human body floating on a wooden board.Mo Jinyan thought to himself, probably a dead person.He picked the man with his oar, but there was no movement. The water carried the boat and the dead man down for a long time. Mo Jinyan stretched out his hand, grabbed the piece of driftwood, and rowed the boat back to the river. Still waters in the bay.

Mo Jinyan took a deep breath,

I muttered in my heart: Don't blame the Lord, the boy just picked up a dead man's clothes.Then he stretched out his hand to lift the dead man, and with a force, the man did not turn over, but still hugged the driftwood tightly.Mo Jinyan knew that many people who drowned would use all their strength to grab the things they were holding on to before they died, and sometimes they needed to break the joints of their fingers to separate people from things.Mo Jinyan rowed the boat again, brought the boat closer, retracted the oars, and stretched out both hands to grab the man's arms, trying to separate him from the driftwood.

All of a sudden, there was only a sound of "uh" coming from the dead man, Mo Jinyan was startled, his hands suddenly shrank back, and the boat shook twice, was it a corpse? !Mo Jinyan instinctively moved the boat back a little. He was quite courageous, but he was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and he still believed in ghosts and gods.After a while, there was no movement again. Mo Jinyan crouched in the boat and called tentatively: "Hello?" No one answered him.

Boldly, he approached again and picked the opponent with his oar: "Are you alive or dead?"

The person on the driftwood didn't move, but he let out an extremely slight moan, which was loud enough in the silent night.It turned out to be a living person, Mo Jinyan hesitated for a moment, should he save it?He swallowed, and made up his mind: Forget it, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and Nie Shiweng and sister Yun should praise me.He rowed the boat over, grabbed the man's clothes with his hand, and then rowed the boat to the shore. After a lot of effort, he finally got the man to the shore, but the man still clung to the driftwood.Mo Jinyan thought, he couldn't carry the person back with the plank, so he had to roll up his trousers and get into the water. With great effort, he broke the man's hand and dragged him ashore.

In the moonlight, one can vaguely see that this person is a young man, wearing a white brocade robe and soap boots, he looks like a wealthy family.If the person is already dead, it is estimated that if the clothes are taken off, they can be exchanged for dozens of coins.But it's better not to die, and then I can give myself more money, so I won't lose money, don't say anything.

Mo Jinyan dragged the man to the shore, looked at him, and was shocked. There was a dark color on the man's abdomen, which looked like blood. He leaned over to look in disbelief, and he really smelled a bloody smell. There was a cut half a foot long on the clothes, it is estimated that the skin inside had already been ripped apart, maybe even the intestines were exposed.Mo Jinyan shivered, shook his head, and didn't dare to think about it.Stretched out his hand to sniff, although it was faint, there was still some, this person is not dead yet, maybe he can be saved, so he hurriedly took him back to find Nie Shiweng.He dragged the man up from the ground, he wanted to carry him on his back, but after thinking for a while, he turned the man over and put him back to back, hooked the man's armpit with both hands, and dragged him home.The man's feet were dragging on the ground, which added a lot of resistance, but if he didn't do that, he would go back with his wound on his back, and he would have been tossed to death if he didn't die.Why don't you ask Mo Jinyan to go back to the village to ask someone to help? To put it bluntly, it's because of being too stubborn, and another thing is that he doesn't want to share the credit with others.

Fortunately, the village is not far from the river, Mo

Jinyan dragged him back home, and he also got wet most of his body.He stripped off the man's clothes, and then moved them to his own bed. There was no way, because his father's bed hadn't been slept in for several years, and it was already full of things, so there was no way to sleep anyone.While moving people, he muttered: You must not die, otherwise it would be so unlucky to die on my bed!

He lit the oil lamp beside the bedside table, and vaguely saw a majestic male body, but motionless, like a dead man.He pulled his own quilt over, draped it for him casually, and then rushed to the next door to call for someone.

Nie Shiweng is a neighbor of his family and a good friend of his father during his lifetime. He knows medical skills and is a doctor in their village. Generally, it is not a problem to see a headache or a fever. The only thing I don’t know is whether he can see a sword wound.But there is no other way. At this time, besides Dr. Nie, where else can I find a doctor? It would be good to have a doctor.

Dr. Nie had already gone to bed. People in the countryside, who were short of oil and wax, went to bed early at night, and few people were willing to light the lamps.Mo Jinyan knocked on the door of Nie's house: "Is Shiweng at home? Come and help me!"

There was a slight noise in the room, and soon the oil lamp came on, and the door opened with a "squeak", a woman with black hair hanging around her shoulders, who hadn't even had time to button up her clothes, held the oil lamp in one hand, and covered the door with the other. Wearing the skirt: "Xiaoyan, what happened?"

Mo Jinyan looked at the anxious woman in disheveled clothes, and shyly dodged her gaze: "Sister Yun, isn't Shi Weng at home?"

"Yes. You shouted so urgently, what happened?" Nie Yunkong didn't make a move, so he could only look up and down with concern.

Mo Jinyan waved his hands again and again: "It's not me. I just finished collecting the net in the river, and I met a drowning person. I thought he was dead, but he was still alive and injured, so I brought it back for Shiweng to see. Let's see if there is any help."

An old man with gray hair came out from behind Nie Yun, holding a medicine box in his hand: "Yan'er, I'll go with you right away. Yun'er, go back to sleep first, you'll be fine."

Nie Yun quickly lit the torch and handed it to Mo Jinyan: "Xiaoyan, show grandfather the way, be careful."

Mo Jinyan took the torch and the medicine box: "Well, I know, thank you sister Yun."

An old man and a young man walked towards Mo Jinyan's house by the firelight, and Nie Yun watched from behind, and did not close the door until they were out of the fence.

Mo Jinyan had already told his story along the way, Dr. Nie nodded and said, "What you did was right, no matter who it is, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and God will give us good deeds."

Mo Jinyan said with some pride: "I knew it was right to do this. Shi Weng, can you save this man?" As he spoke, he pushed open the door of his house.

"You have to look to find out." Dr. Nie followed into the door.

After entering the house, Mo Jinyan did not extinguish the torch, but beat the torch to his bed, where the rescued person was lying, still in the same posture as when he left.Dr. Nie went over to inspect it, and then sat down to give a pulse.After taking the pulse, he checked the wound on the abdomen, took out the medicine from the consultation box, sprinkled some powder on him, asked Mo Jinyan to find a clean cloth towel to wrap the wound on him, and took out the silver needle to give him He pricked the needle again.It's been more than half an hour since I finished all this work.

Mo Jinyan remained silent, watching Dr. Nie's movements silently, until the last needle was pulled out, and then asked: "Shiweng, can this person be saved?"

Dr. Nie nodded slightly: "If you can make it through tonight, then it's fine. You come to my house to pick up the medicine tomorrow morning, and I'll let your sister Yun fry it first when I go back."

Mo Jinyan nodded: "Then trouble Shiweng and sister. I will send Shiweng back."

That night, Mo Jinyan didn't sleep well all night. He was afraid that the person lying next to him would go away if he kicked his legs. When he woke up, he found that there was no longer a living thing beside him, but a dead person. It's just too bad luck.So in the middle of sleep, I always wake up to see if the person next to me is still alive.It wasn't until the soft touch and weak pulse reached the palm of my hand that I fell asleep in peace.

In the middle of the night, the person next to him became hot all over, which startled Mo Jinyan, guessing that this person had a fever, he quickly got up to help him cool down.He found a cold water handkerchief for cold compresses, and dug out a bottle of liquor left by his father to wipe his body.Pour the white wine on the man, and wipe the wine away with one hand. In addition to the hot feeling, there is also a firm and elastic firmness under the hand.Mo Jinyan thought to himself, this person's body is still quite good, the skin is skin, the flesh is flesh, and Mo is usually diligent in exercising.

His hands went all the way down, touched his chest, bypassed the wound, wiped it to his lower abdomen, the roots of his thighs, and his hands stayed on the edge of the dense grass on his lower body.Mo Jinyan stopped suddenly. This was the first time he saw the words of an adult other than himself. His heart was pounding nervously, as if he had accidentally heard Brother Qing and Qing in the village by the river. The scene of his sister-in-law and his wife fighting in the field in the reeds made him both scared and excited, and his face instantly turned red.But he couldn't stop himself from looking there, first he raised his eyes to see if the man was really awake, and then he dared to lower his head and quietly look into the private place.

That thing was sleeping at the moment, but its shape and size were different from mine. It should be said that it was very beautiful. There was a mushroom head at the top, slightly black in color, and it was not smaller than mine.Although the light was dim and dim, Mo Jinyan could see clearly.He suddenly thought of being playful, boldly, gently picked up the thing with his fingers, the touch was smooth, soft and unresponsive, he withdrew his hand, and continued to wipe the wine on the other side.I still couldn't help but retracted my hand again, and tried to grab the thing with my hand. Although it was not hard, it was almost impossible to hold it with one hand.Mo Jinyan's face turned completely red, and he cursed secretly: Damn, why is it the same as a donkey, it's so much bigger than mine!

After falling asleep again, Mo Jinyan had a dream. In the dream, there was a big donkey-like guy dangling in front of his eyes, rubbing his face, scorching hot.There was also a pair of hands that kept stroking his mouth, and together with that big guy, kept stroking and rubbing, his face was flushed red, his heart was flustered, but he was so excited and joyful.Mo Jinyan just felt a kind of extreme happiness fly through his mind, he cried out "ah", woke up, and found himself lying on the bed, everything in the dream disappeared, and his crotch was wet and slippery.

This was his first wet dream, and he was so flustered that he didn't know how to deal with himself.The elbow accidentally touched another person on the bed. That person's body was no longer hot, but warm, and his breathing was a bit heavy, but he slept deeply.Mo Jinyan thought of that person and that big guy in the dream, and when he closed his eyes, the sense of reality was still there.He reached out to touch the warm body beside him, thinking that the thing under this person, in the dream, wasn't this guy?Mo Jinyan's heart was flustered all of a sudden, and he couldn't sleep anymore. He got up in a panic, changed his pants, washed them with water several times, then hung them up to dry, and hurried out to collect fishing nets as if fleeing. .

The author has something to say: After a long time, I finally opened a new article, thank you for your support as always.Many things have happened during this period, and my mood has changed a lot, which may be reflected in the text, but I still love life and life, and believe in everything that is true, good and beautiful.No matter what bad weather you encounter, as long as you persist, it will be sunny.

This story has been brewing for a long time, but I feel that the homework is still not enough. I can only say that I am like everyone else, writing while studying, hoping to write a story that I am satisfied with.