Daomu Biji

The dull oil bottle held me, and I chucked in my heart. The first reaction was: When did they stand there?

We live in the city and are accustomed to staring at everything. When we arrive here, we usually don't think of paying attention to the top of the mountain. So when I first came, I didn't have any impression of anyone on this hillside.If they were on it early in the morning, then we must have been found when we climbed into the tall building, which is a bit bad.

And looking at the expressions of a few of them, they all seem to be uncomfortable, feeling a bit cold.It seems that in the previous black-and-white movie, the common people looked at the expression of traitors.

I was a little at a loss, and I stopped to stare at them for a while.These people are between the ages of 40 and 50. The hardship of the mountain people is generally older, so the actual age may be younger.Two people carried the pole, as if they had just collected something from the mountain.These people didn't do anything, they just looked at us directly.

My hometown in Changsha is not popular. I have experienced this kind of scene before. Knowing this expression means that they have great vigilance against us, but I am not sure who we are.It seems that our actions just now may have been seen.

In mountain villages, the locals must not be offended, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable, ranging from being expelled to being sent directly to the police station.The fact that Changbai Mountain and his party were betrayed by Chu brother made our case unclean, and did not know if they were wanted or not. They entered the police station to check the network, and it was hard to guarantee that there would be no bigger things.

At this time, when I climbed in again, I was looking for a beating. The fat man made a few beep sounds behind us, suggesting that we should go away, and do n’t look at them. This is a bit provocative. Beware of making others rush. .

As a thief, my heart was a bit dark. At this time, my heartbeat was faster and I felt nervous. I felt a pressure coming down from the mountain.But when I looked at the tall building and felt that I couldn't go, I couldn't get something at my fingertips. It was like reading a novel and seeing the mystery to be uncovered, but the author went around the circle again, which was uncomfortable.

After a while, I didn't move, the fat man framed me, and said softly to me: "Come again in the evening, you can't miss these hours." While dragging me back.

The three of us stretched out and tried to leave as naturally as possible. We walked into the village and walked a long distance before turning back. It was relieved to see that the villagers did not follow.

This scene is a bit like when I was a kid and I went to the orchard to steal oranges. After stealing, I just ran into the gardener. Both of them had oranges in their pockets, so I had to pretend to pass by.That kind of tension makes your feet hard to move. Now, of course, it's not as scary as a child, but it feels uncomfortable and a little funny.

With memory, we went back to Agui's house around a few detours. Agui was not here. His eldest daughter was making a dustpan. When we saw it, we asked how we came back so quickly.I said it was too hot to eat.

After the fat man went straight back to the room and hid the iron box under the bed, we settled down and felt that this thing had passed.The fat man said: "Eat a bite and grow a wise one. In the future, let's not be so anxious during the day, we have to observe the environment first. At the same time, I think we have to do some sorting at Agui. At that time, we have someone to speak for us. "

I was afraid that it would be useless. The muddy water was afraid he would not go.Moreover, there is a reason for my urgency. To this extent, any extra-node branch may produce a butterfly effect, so it is better to be anxious or anxious.

After talking, the fat man went out to beg for water. I was thinking about the photos I didn't see. I just felt irritated and uncomfortable, so I lay down and forced myself to meditate.It did n’t take long to hear the fat man asking Agui ’s daughter, where did the mountain road behind the wooden building lead to, and how many people usually walked?Agui's daughter said it was a melon field in the mountains. In summer, the watermelon is ripe, so some people often go to the mountain to pick watermelon.That old wooden building has been there for a long time. I heard that an old lady had lived before.

I looked at the dull oil bottle and said old lady?Did the dull oil bottle live with an old woman before?His blank fifteen years was not a good time because he was locked up there, which is too sad.Then I was surprised by the sloppy thoughts I didn't know where it came from. It was probably over listening to fat yellow jokes all the way.

However, before Agui ’s daughter said, the time span was unclear, maybe before, or after the oil bottle left.

Afterwards, the fat man asked Agui's daughter about the unkempt man. When asked, there was such a person.This maniac had been there since she was born, and she didn't know who it was. The people in the village called him "Son Ayu", as if he was an hunter before, and he was crazy if he didn't know how.This man lived in a broken house on the mountain. Sometimes he saw him come down to pick up some leftover food, but now he doesn't see much. Maybe he is too old to walk.An old man had pity on him and would put his food on the mountain pass and cover it with a tank. He would remove the tank at night and take the food back.

I was surprised to hear that the person I saw today was running like a cow, not like an old man at all, is it that our city people are not as good as the old lunatics in the mountains?

It is indeed possible, because I am old, and I do n’t know how old I am. Maybe I am only in my 40s, because I did n’t eat, drink, wind and rain, so I looked very old, but I lived on the mountain all the year round. 'S physique is definitely different from ordinary people.

The fat man came in with a drinking glass and said to me again: "Hear no, now is the season for harvesting watermelons. There are too many people over there. You have to calm down. It's not like the wilderness. You can do whatever you want, instead of taking the risk It ’s better to wait a little. I think we ’ll be the most suitable to wait until the middle of the night, if you ca n’t bear it, you will mess up.

I counted and said no. If it is indeed a lunatic, then his behavior is unpredictable. It is hard to guarantee that he will not crawl back to see it.It was not a big deal for him to climb into an abandoned old house in a village, who knew what he would do inside.I said that I couldn't wait. After eating lunch, I had to go around. If I could get in, I would go in and take care of it.

The fat man smiled bitterly and did not want to talk to me more, so he said follow me.

To make a long story short, after eating lunch, I went to the outside of the old house with the dull oil bottle, and found that under the big tree at the door, a few old ghosts were sitting in the cold.

The difference between a story and real life is that you can always speed up the rhythm at a critical time, but in real life you will always be surprised.I squatted under the tree on one side and waited for the old men to leave. When the oil in the forehead had exploded, the old men talked more and more cheerfully.

I couldn't describe the anxiety that was stuck in my chest, and I didn't want to go back to being joked by the fat man, so I spent a few hours in anxiety.The fat man came to us later. He saw that we hadn't come back for so long, thinking we were caught.

I have gradually calmed down, or "hot" and quiet, because the sun is shining and the humid heat waves are turning in the air. We hold the banana leaf fan to cool it and don't use it. It is steamed and foamed, hot Without motivation.Those anxieties are all exposed from the pores.The stuffy oil bottle really admires me. Even if it's so hot, he doesn't move at all. He doesn't see irritability at all, but he is also sweaty.The cool guy like an iceberg can't block the big sun in Guangxi.

The fat man ridiculed me, and I did n’t have the strength to refute him. He stayed in Beijing for a long time. He could n’t get used to the heat and humidity here. It was even more uncomfortable. Go out for a walk and find a stream to soak, otherwise I must be rancid. "

There was a mountain stream outside the village. We saw it when we came. It was not wide but the water was very anxious. At that time, when I saw it, I felt that it must be a good place to escape the heat.

I couldn't eat it anymore. When I heard it, I felt agreeable.A few villagers were asked along the way. The villagers showed me the way. The fat man picked banana leaves and blocked it from his head. He scolded the sun all the way and walked out of the village.

Zhaizi and Xijian are basically adjacent to each other. The mountainous villages are basically built next to the Xijian. Between the zhaizi and Xijian are stone beaches. The water will overflow when it rains heavily. These stone eggs can serve as a buffer.We looked at the ridges and found that many people were playing in the water.It seems that the locals are not afraid of heat.

The flowing water of the creek is calmer than when we saw it in the lower reaches, and when we walked to the creek, we felt a chill.Most of the children are playing. The girls of fifteen or sixteen don't wear underwear but only shirts, soaking wet clothes on the body shows a graceful figure.The fat man got excited at once, took off his clothes three or two times and rushed into the stream, as if Pig Bajie saw spider spirits.

I felt unsightly in briefs, and went into the water in sports shorts. The stream in the sun was a little warm, and I walked to the shade under the stone.The dull oil bottle didn't go into the water, and sat under the tree sitting on the side to cool down.

After soaking for a while, the summer heat disappeared, and a leisurely cozy came over. The fat man was playing with the girls, and the dull oil bottle dozed off.I looked up at Zhaizi, and I could see that the tall building of the oil bottle was not far away, which was much more comfortable than waiting at Agui's house.

It's like being a candidate who made the list, waiting in front of the wall that made the list, and more comfortable than waiting at home.The anxiety just made me feel a little pitiful, so I told myself not to be nervous. This time we are not fighting, nothing will happen here, there will be no dumplings, just take it slowly.

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

I don't know how long I lie down. When I was a little blinded, I suddenly heard someone call me.I woke up gradually, just sitting up, I took a picture of my face as soon as I took a dip, splashing me awake.When I got up, I found that all the children playing in the water ran back to the shore and screamed and ran in one direction.The fat man shouted while splashing me: "Wake up!"

I stood up and saw somewhere in the far wall of the village, there was a blue smoke, and I asked what happened?The fat man said: "It seems that a house is on fire."

I looked in that direction, it was the place where the tall tower of the stagnant oil bottle was located, and it suddenly felt bad.