I'm afraid of cocks, the kind of fear that goes to the marrow.

The nightmare started with the rooster next door, when I was five years old, I had already gone to Linjia Elementary School with my father, and I would only go home during the summer vacation, which became a nightmare for my life.

On the first day of summer vacation, before I got up, I heard a majestic rooster crow, and it must have been a beautiful big rooster. Lazy and slept a lot, the sun was high before I got up, the village friends waited at the door early, we jumped hand in hand and went to the joy, playing on the big dirt slope behind the village until the stomach growled before reluctant to go home. On the way home, I met my little cousin, who was very dark, a year older than me, and we all called him Black Egg, so we went to my house to play together. When I was having lunch, my friends came, and I left the dishes and chopsticks and went to have fun again. I played until sunset, and I was reluctant to go home.

In the summer evening, when the adults were busy at home, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, I hummed a little song and jumped to go home, and when I passed by the neighbor's house, the neighbor's black door was closed. Suddenly a big rooster flew to the wall, when I saw the rooster, it had already swooped down, the target came straight to my face, I cried loudly, covered my face and ran home desperately, the rooster still pecked me on the arm, fortunately it just pecked my sleeve, but I was really scared half to death, the ghost cried wolf and came home, the busy dad looked at me, smiled and said it's okay, maybe it happened that the rooster was about to come down when you passed. I cried for a while, but I was still nervous, and I wilted until I went to bed, and that night I had a nightmare that the rooster kept chasing me......

With that day's experience, every time I went out, I followed the adults or waited for passers-by to follow them, and the rooster never appeared again except for the majestic crowing I heard in the morning. After a few days, I almost forgot about it.

It's another day at dusk, I want to go home after playing, but I still have palpitations, I waited at the street for a long time, and I didn't wait for the people who went with me, so I had to go home alone, and walked to the door next door, I slowed down, tiptoed forward, trying not to make a sound, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out. When I was about to walk through the wall of his yard, I suddenly heard the sound of wings, the rooster had flown to the wall, and swooped down directly on the wall, I was very scared, my legs were weak, I felt that I couldn't run, just at the moment of fright, the rooster pecked me in the face, I felt a sharp pain in my upper lip, and I cried loudly, and ran home, and when I saw my parents, my chest was already full of blood. The upper lip was pecked, but fortunately, the wound was not big. Dad took care of my wounds and dragged me to the neighbor's house. I didn't see the big rooster in his house's chicken coop. Dad and the neighbor said let's get rid of that, and you can see the child's mouth is pecked. The neighbors also said that they would sell the rooster, and the villagers didn't say anything more. When I got home, I cried for a long time when I looked at the swollen upper lip, and that night I had a nightmare again, and the kept chasing me again, and I had no way to escape......

In the next few days, I was reluctant to go out to play, it was all my playmates who came to my house, played at home, and got tired of playing too much.

After all, a child is a child, and the scar forgets the pain. A few days later, I ran around the village with my friends, and the adults always said that they were crazy girls. One day, I didn't wait for my fellow travelers, so I had to call my little cousin to take me home, and the little cousin laughed at me for being timid, saying that he was watching at the intersection and that if there was a rooster, he would run over. In fact, the little cousin doesn't believe that the will be so powerful. Although I was scared, but there was no other way, I had to go home alone, in fact, my house and my cousin's house are separated by three families, I turned around step by step, and made sure that my cousin was standing there, and walked home boldly, the rooster really did not appear, maybe their family had sold the rooster, and my heart finally let go.

In the blink of an eye, more and more than half of the summer vacation, the days of getting together with friends are becoming more and more rare, the daily gameplay is renovated, the whole day is happy, and every corner of the back slope of the village has left our footprints......

When I almost completely forgot about that unpleasant, bad luck struck.

When I went home that day, my little cousin was not at home, and I waited for a long time at the intersection with passers-by and didn't wait, and I was so thirsty that I dared to go home alone, thinking that the rooster might have been killed and eaten for meat, or had been sold. When I was rejoicing, there was a sound of wings stirring, the rooster was already on the wall, my legs were weak, and when it swooped down, I almost fell to the ground, and the rooster pecked my lower lip accurately, and the blood flowed in an instant. Fear and fear gathered together, and I cried loudly, and my cry probably could penetrate half the village. When my mom and dad appeared in front of me, I almost fainted. This time, a piece of flesh on my lower lip was almost pecked off. I was treated urgently, and after two stitches at the clinic, I put on my mask and went home. Dad blushed, took a kitchen knife in the kitchen, pulled me, and went to the neighbor's house. When I got to the neighbor's house, I finally saw the rooster in his chicken coop, he looked at me proudly, tilted his head, and stared at me with his little eyes, the cockscomb stood tall and erect, and I looked disdainful, and I quickly hid behind my father in fright. Dad said to the neighbors, "If you don't kill this rooster today, I'll kill it for you." The neighbor saw that my mouth was thickly wrapped in gauze, and the placket of my clothes was full of blood, and he also knew that this rooster was really in trouble, so in order to calm the incident, he handed the rooster to my father. Without saying a word, Dad went straight home with the two wings of the rooster, and I followed from afar.

When I got home, Dad took the rooster straight to the pantry, and the rooster croak came from the house... The incitement of the wings... After tossing for a long time, there was no sound, and after a long time, Dad came out. Dad looked surprisingly ugly, and went out with a snakeskin bag containing the rooster's carcass in his hand. Where the rooster was buried, Dad didn't say, I didn't ask, but after that, Dad stopped eating chicken.

Many years later, I happened to hear my mother talk about killing chickens, and I found out about it. Dad grabbed the rooster, and the head of the chicken pressed on the board, but the rooster struggled in various ways, and Dad tied its two paws to press the head of the chicken on the board, because of anger, he chopped off the head of the rooster with a knife, but the rooster, the rooster without a head, actually broke free from the rope on the paws, and ran three laps around the pantry before falling, and Dad saw this scene and was frightened, so he stopped eating chicken.

Dad, a cultural person, carried a knife to find a neighbor and kill chickens, and encountered this kind of scene again...... In addition to making people sigh, it is more of a helplessness......

Originally, the story was supposed to end with the death of the rooster, but a few years later, when I was about to move into a new house, my husband bought back an ornament and excitedly brought it to me, so that I could guess that it was a good thing. I looked at the package so big, I didn't guess what it was, when my husband opened the wrapping paper layer by layer, the rooster appeared, it was a specimen, I screamed and fainted......

To this day, I don't know how much hatred that rooster had with me in my previous life, and I still chase after it in this life.

And my lower lip, because of that peck, became high and low at the same time.

A few years later, after I suffered countless lip losses, I realized "prudent words", but half of my life has passed......