Stubborn illness

"You're going to die. If you dare to behave like this next time, ask the police to take you to jail."

Under the tall and tall ancient tree, a middle-aged woman of medium build and thin, with a half-sized wooden hoop and a urine bucket hanging on her left elbow, and a hoe smaller than a spatula in her right hand, stood at the With dead leaves and muddy ground, facing a wooden door within five meters and three meters away, he roared fiercely.

Beside the wooden door of the earthen house, a half-sized boy with a round head and big ears huddled in a corner, not daring to move, even if he lowered his head and raised his head, he was quite vigilant, as if he was afraid of thunder and lightning, or as if he was afraid of the house collapsing. Uncertain eyes, full of inner confusion and fear.

"What's the matter? Auntie, what's the matter?" Hearing the sound, the adults of the family came out of the back room quickly, leaned out, and stepped over the threshold.

"Take care of your children. They are so young, they dare to do this kind of thing. What if they make my YY's belly bigger? What should I do if I am pregnant? Really!" Middle-aged The woman was still pointing and cursing, looking distraught.

"You bastard, you don't learn well, you only do bad things, and you have caused troubles for me many times, let's see how I will deal with you today." The male owner of the house seemed to recognize the clues, raised his hand and slapped him in the corner. His shoulders slapped on his not-so-thin clothes, making a muffled sound, which stirred up dust.

The half-sized boy shrank his neck, clasped his hands tightly in front of his chest, said nothing, and dared not move again.

The little boy saw this series, because he was right next to him, and he knew the whole incident clearly.

In autumn, after the autumn harvest, the surface of the scalded cement is extremely clean, like the open blue and white sky, the autumn wind blows gently, and the dead grass sways by the stream.The bamboos on the outskirts of the valley also took off their fan-sized coats, and fell to the ground with a clatter, like bean curd sticks exploded in a frying pan.

"Come on, come on, come and catch me, you can't catch me, hee hee."

"Not counting, you are not allowed to run outside the fence, or I won't play with you, hum!"

"Well then, if you don't allow it, you don't allow it."

"Restart,... prepare..., start."

On the edge of the valley field, surrounded by a stone wall more than one meter high, two children of similar age are chasing each other, having a great time.

On the east side of the valley, there are two low earthen houses, a main house and a side house. The main house is like a hall, with the wooden door closed and locked. The windmill baskets and drying tools can be seen from the window. arrive.The side room is like a firewood shed, long and thin, with little space. It was originally used to bake yellow smoke, but now it is piled full of straw, only the row near the door is half a person high, like a sofa. It is fluffy and warm, and I don’t know when the bundles of straw were neatly bundled, and I don’t know which boys and girls climbed up and down, trampled and tossed, and they have fallen apart, like a bed with messy cotton wool. .

In the center of the valley field, surrounded by a circle, there are seven or eight dozen people, boys, girls, big and small, gathered together to form a huge circle.In the middle is a little girl, about five or six years old, sitting in it, holding a small handkerchief in her hand, her face is flushed, and she looks very nervous.

"Sing, sing, hurry up, don't waste time." Someone outside the circle shouted hastily.

"I won't." The little girl said in a low voice.

"Sing two orioles."

"I won't." The little girl was still low.

"Then tell a story, tell a story your parents told you, preferably a ghost story." Someone suggested.

"No, my parents didn't teach me."

"Oh, it's so boring, I don't know anything, come down, come down, don't play anymore." Someone protested.

"If you don't play, don't play, here." The little girl was wronged, her eyes were red, and tears overflowed her eyes. She reluctantly handed the small handkerchief to the boy who protested just now, and stood aside withered, looking enviously at the other boys. People, watch them throw their handkerchiefs.Run around a circle, make a fake stop, run again, finally catch a goose, invite him into the circle, ask him or her to perform, and so on.

"Oh, don't play anymore, don't play anymore, it's boring."

"Then what are you playing?"

"Let's play house, have a husband and wife, get married and have children, okay?" the half-child had a whim.

"Yeah."

A formed circle scatter in a huff, and everyone gathers in a swarm, chattering, who will play the bride?Who will be the bridegroom?Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally the role of the groom fell on the shoulders of half-children, and another older girl played the role of bride, so it was agreed that everyone got busy.

"Should I take a bridal sedan chair? How many people will carry it? What will be used to carry it?" "Should I enter the ancestral hall? Which location should be used as the ancestral hall? Also, what should be used as candy seeds?"

"What do you use to make the doll, straw? Do you have a bigger handkerchief? Use it to wrap it." "No need, I have already made the doll. Look, does it look like this? This is the head and face, this is the body, these are the hands and feet , haha, pretty similar."

"Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute, how can you not have a baby if you don't have a dick? Really, don't you understand this?"

Hearing this, it was like hearing a trumpet, and everyone gathered together again, looking at each other, with various expressions written on their little faces, ignorance, ignorance, and a little understanding.Those who don't understand want to know, those who don't understand pretend to understand, and those who understand a little simply make gestures.

"Come, come, let's go to the bridal chamber, otherwise we won't have children." The half-sized man took the hand of the "bride" and entered the "firewood room" on the east side, climbed on the "bed", and stripped off the hair in each main position. Dressed and trousers, one lay on his back, the other bent down, as if familiar with the way. The little faces on the outside changed their expressions: surprise, surprise, and horror.

"You're going to die, bastard, what are you doing here?" Just as they were celebrating their wedding, a man's voice like a bell rang in their ears, and the children scattered in all directions. The little girl, who couldn't sing from time to time, was wronged and wept, leading her tall father to stand at the door of the "firewood room". His face suddenly turned red and gradually turned blue.

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"It won't work in the future. If you do this again, the police will drag you to jail. You'll look dead!" The middle-aged woman gave him another hard look, not forgetting to tell his parents to discipline him, then raised her left hand , carrying the urine bucket, turned and left.

In those days, half-children were like turtles, afraid of strangers when they saw people, even if they were acquaintances, especially relatives, the kind of relatives who would make fun of him, "Oh, are you ashamed?" He wished he could find someone The hole was drilled in.Fortunately, he has a little boy for company, day and night.

His parents were also very happy and allowed them to lay mats, blankets, and quilts on the second floor of the wooden rectangular barn above the yellow beam wood of the main house, and put quilts on it. Go up the mountain together to collect firewood and sleep together at night.

"Two boys shouldn't have children, right? Don't you need to go to jail?" Someone whispered in the bed.

"I don't know, will it? It should be... no way." Someone answered flickeringly.

So they tried to hug each other, lying on each other's sides, their four hands kept groping and rubbing back and forth.Turning over, one on top of the other's belly, very serious, the little buttocks kept arching, up and down, like two gray pigs, and like two fluffy puppies.

After arching for a long time, it was really out of order, clean, quiet, and fell asleep.

When he got up early the next day, when he passed the living room and kitchen, his mother would say loudly: "Learn well from others, ask them to teach you how to bind firewood, cut thatch, grow vegetables, they can do everything, just like you..."

The little boy has never been short of compliments. The compliments from adults and peers surround him and satisfy his young vanity. He also enjoys this kind of praise, as if he is immersed in some welfare-filled establishment. inside.

Day by day, year by year, slowly growing up, always looking so glamorous, always so well-behaved.

However, just like the bow in the middle of the night, behind his back, he also has many crooked stories.

Those stories, those fragments, are intertwined, forming buckles and locks, like raised bony tumors on vines.It is also like the dust attached to porcelain, which accumulates as dirt, erodes and becomes disease, often floods, and dies for a long time, which is easy to human body, which is called chronic disease.