Stubborn illness

"Get out!"

Accompanied by the creaking of the bed boards, an angry and serious female voice scolded in the silent midnight.

In the darkness, a thin and small man, who didn't know whether he was kicked or pushed, staggered back a few steps, stood still, and slowly moved forward a few steps, approaching the edge of the bed, as if The child who made a big mistake bowed his head, lowered his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "No more, just forgive this time, and it won't be like this again in the future."

The woman remained silent, one second, two seconds, three seconds, time was passing, the air was freezing, the night was a deathly silence, the cold wind of early spring penetrated into every crack, and the cold hit my heart.

"It really won't happen, I promise, in the future..." The man stretched his curled body slightly, put his hands down from his shoulders, and took another step closer, thinking that he was allowed, tentatively, he raised his hand carefully to pull the corner of the corduroy quilt , was about to get in.

"Ghost letter, you don't know how many times you have guaranteed it. The fur is still the same..., die!" The bed board creaked again, and the bed frame seemed to be pushed hard. Trembling ready.

Poor little boy who was sleeping against the wall on the other side of the bed. At this moment, he was lying on his side with his face inward and his back outward, hunched over, letting all the movement hit his eardrum, his body motionless, pretending to be a dead pig.

In fact, the little boy is not young anymore, at least eight or nine years old, or eleven or twelve years old, because this kind of scene happened more than once, so he heard it more than once, and every time he bowed his body, nervous and full of curiosity.

For everything that happened around him, it can be said that he is very clear, and it can also be said that he is very ignorant.

He clearly knew that this was a kind of punishment, but he didn't know, what kind of punishment was this?How effective is such a punishment?

Men can fight when they are epileptic, and women can bear it when they are angry. Punishment alternates between pain and depression, between day and night.

However, no matter how noisy a family is, no matter how noisy, the war will eventually end, not to mention two young and vigorous young adults, two husband and wife, the so-called bedside fight, even if they are not in the same room, On the same bed, "chee... chee... chee, chee... chee... chee." That's it.

The wooden door opened and closed lightly, and everything returned to calm.

The rooster crowed, it was dawn.

The east is pale, and then a round of yolk-like sun slowly rises in the valley, dyeing the distant sky golden, hiding some things that Cain had left without a trace, and the radiance is so bright that it looks like countless tentacles reaching toward Every corner of the earth also illuminates this remote village in the mountainous area of ​​northern Guangdong.

The small village is surrounded by mountains, with a rural road at the west end and a river canal at the east end. There are rows of tile-roofed houses in the middle. From a high point, the folk customs are simple, the nostalgia is simple, the houses are neat, and the farmers living here work at sunrise. , and rest at sunset.

The year counts in spring, the day counts in the morning, the sky is slightly bright, brushing hair and washing, the adults have already woken up, the sky is bright, carrying water to make a fire, children are also being yelled at. "Get up, the sun is drying your ass, get up quickly." Immediately afterwards, the parents began to assign work in an orderly manner.

In the blink of an eye, it is midsummer.

In the morning sun, in front of the quaint earth tile house, beside the huge moss and pebbles, on a concrete floor about ten square meters, it is a vivid scene full of vitality.

The little boy was stirring a red plastic basin about [-] to [-] centimeters in diameter, which contained white rice, dark yellow bran, and some chopped green vegetable leaves. The basin was placed on a table half a meter high. On the wooden bench, the little boy skillfully folded his hands, flipping them back and forth like making glutinous rice cakes.

After a while, stir evenly, and the three colors in the basin are mixed and matched, like a delicious salad, attracting a group of plump ducks around the stool, croaking, hahaha, stretching their necks, and keeping their heads up He lowered his head, went up and down, like a spring, and kept pecking and biting the little boy's insteps, ankles and trousers. The hunger and cute appearance made people laugh.

"Hey, are you starving? Come, come, let me go." The little boy picked up the basin, moved his feet, and looked at the group of extremely hungry guys below him with a smile, as if coaxing a child.

Spotted, white all over, all black, and black and white, this group of ducks have different body hairs, surrounded together, integrated into a scene, not gorgeous, not dim, real moving back and forth.

The little boy took a few steps forward, pulled it, quickly put the basin down, and took a step back, letting those crazy hungry guys scramble for the first, with his long neck stretched out, his flat mouth pierced in, and his feet lifted , Standing on tiptoe, screaming for food, a blue-headed duck simply stepped into the basin, gulping down, gobbling it voraciously.

"You are the overbearing, hum!" The little boy went over, bowed his waist, stretched out his hands to hold it out, patted its companions on the left and right, and croaked twice, and its companions reluctantly gave up a little. position, he put the blue-headed duck male on the edge of the basin.

Form a circle around this red plastic basin filled with food, there are more than ten or twenty of them in total, their mouths, necks and bodies move rhythmically, from a high place and far away, overall, this scene looks like a huge dancing sunflower .

"I'm going to plow the yellow tobacco field at the foot of the mountain in the afternoon. There should be a lot of earthworms and insects. Can you drive them over there? There is a field ridge, so they may get into other people's rice fields." The father pointed to the group of ducks and turned to the little boy. .

"It shouldn't be a problem. Let them line up. I've tried it before." The little boy replied confidently.

In rice fields in the countryside, the ridges are generally not wide, and some are as thin as a belt.Sometimes, he drives the group of ducks to look for food. When passing such a field road, he will knock on the leading duck, and the duck will croak and look back. Then, the ducks in the back will line up and line up The long dragon, staggering forward, seems to have an extraordinary tacit understanding.

Of course, sometimes I am impatient. Because of hunger or thirst, when those guys see the ears of grain and the water, they hula la, and go into the rice fields, like fish tumbling in a fishing net.

"Haha, now they are lucky. Look, there are so many insects and ants." The father held the plow handle with his left hand, held the bamboo whip with his right hand, wrapped his four fingers around the rope, and scolded the cattle. , follow the direction pointed by the master.

The father turned his head, smiled, looked at the ducks eating wantonly in the paddy field, glanced at the little boy, flicked the ox rope, raised the bamboo whip, and hit the back of the ox with a crisp sound: "Go, die!" hurry up."

The scalper was frightened, raised its head, flicked its tail, its back muscles twitched and bounced, and took a big step, its four hooves struggled hard, stepped out, and splashed a few messy water splashes.

The turbid muddy water in the yellow smoke field reflected a vague image, thin, short, with fluffy hair and a slightly hunched back.There are some indelible imprints in the image, which are engraved in the little boy's mind.

"Who has been here these days when I'm not at home? What are you here for? How long have you stayed at home?" When the little boy was still very young, his father followed his grandfather to do plastering work. When he came back, he always asked similar questions in private. He lowered his head to the little boy's ear with a mysterious look.

"No one ever came, oh, there was one."

"Who? Male or female?"

"Men, Barefoot Doctor, come to help grandma see a doctor."

"Well..., in the future, if I'm not at home, you should pay attention to see who will come." The father was thoughtful.The house is often full of gunpowder smoke. I don’t know if it has something to do with it. In fact, my father is not only arguing at home, but also outside, with fellow villagers, men and women, and trivial things. Lively, seeing his father's characteristics.

A little older, once, the little boy took his younger brother, crying, in front of a neighbor's house, crying: "This father always beats his mother. When he grows up, don't pay attention to him, and don't give it to him." He is retired."

"Oh, poor child, you are so sensible." Someone beside him came to comfort him, and the little boy stopped his tears.

"Go, want to die? How did you get there?" Ba Da, another bamboo whip hit the cow's back, causing a wave of muddy water splashes. The little boy jumped a few steps away, and his father was not spared. It looks like dense pockmarks on tobacco leaves, dotted on his old gray jacket and black trousers, leaving the imprint of hard work.

Now, the little boy is not young, and his father is gradually aging. This person lives like this, stingy or stingy, he and his mother will still quarrel, and he has no strength to fight. As he gets older, his temper is generally much better.Noisy, grievances and resentments, the emotions deposited between father and mother.

Family affection, it shouldn't be completely based on these as trade-offs.Remember, at that time, the rice in the barn was carried in by this thin body one by one.