One old and one young, a wooden wine jug, not afraid of dirty saliva, you take a bite and I take a sip, gurgling.

"Xiaohezi, don't always look like an elm pimple, patronize and drink, chat with the uncle, you haven't talked with the uncle for a long time. ”

Uncle Ying fanned, "When I was a child, my father and mother refused to ask me and gave me away, and I didn't care about them." When my adoptive father died, I went to be a soldier, with a sword in my hand, and how good it would be to go in all directions. ”

There were only a few strands of white hair left in his head, and the old man in the wind snorted his mouth, and said, "The women of the Snow Clan are the most coquettish, they have always only worn small clothes and pants, whether they fight or anything, they are more fierce than the old men." ”

"The women of the Sheng tribe can't be provoked, they hide knives in their smiles, and they don't like to kill people; The black mud of the Mo tribe is like crooked melons and cracked dates, so let's not talk about it. ”

"But Uncle Ying, I've played it all. Xiaohezi, you are still young, you are still a chick at the age of fourteen, and the uncle is anxious for you. Think about it, do you have a fancy to the girl's family, uncle, I will carry it back for you as a daughter-in-law?"

Mo Xiaohe took a sip of wine and shook his head. It's all grizzled, and there's nothing to look at?

"Don't be like this, it's easy to beat a bachelor if your vision is too high. You are still young, look for a few more as soon as possible, and if it is later, the good girl's family will be wiped out. Uncle, I was not as handsome as you when I was young, but I was much more suave than you, and there was never a shortage of girls. ”

Mo Xiaohe pursed his face slightly, and secretly looked at Uncle Ying with his spare eyes, his face full of disbelief. He pondered the sentence in his mind hundreds of times, "Why does Aunt Ying always love to secretly find a man behind your back", but he never said it.

"Okay, uncle, I won't brag anymore, but I regret it, uncle. ”

The old man pursed his lips, "Actually, uncle, when I was young, I was just like you, and I was also an elm pimple." ”

"When I was eleven years old, there was a girl in the village, called Xiaojun, who was called a closed moon shy flower who sank what fish fell and what geese, uncle, I secretly looked at it for a long time."

"But it can't be helped. Uncle, I am thin-skinned, I only dare to think, I dare not say, and I dare not look at it. It's just pitiful, I even have the names of my sons in mind. ”

Mo Xiaohe snorted the wine he had just drunk, and asked innocently, "Uncle, what did you name your son?"

"I didn't give birth, so let's not talk about it. ”

The old man was not embarrassed at all, "Later, I met another one in the barracks. It's called Chunxiao. With big breasts and round buttocks, I am also very gentle with my uncle, and that smile really makes my uncle sleep unaware. ”

"This spring dawn. The waist-length long hair can change every day, rarely smile, and walking and sitting in a straight posture is always clean, and there are few words. ”

"Uncle, I'm thinking, such a delicate girl must be a good husband and child, if you can marry back, you can be gentle and comfortable in the township every day, and your daughter will definitely be taught by her. ”

"So uncle, I often walked past her with a cigarette in my mouth on purpose, and then every time I found him secretly smiling. Uncle, I was thinking, she must also be secretly coveting my beauty and chic. ”

"If I meet her alone one day, uncle, I will have the courage to say hello, a sweet love story of life and death will definitely begin. ”

The old man shook his head with a face full of regret, "It's a pity that my luck is really bad, uncle." There are a lot of people in the army all day and night, and it is difficult to meet them alone. ”

Mo Xiaohe, who was silent, finally touched his head and grinned, "What happened later?"

"Later, I heard someone talk about it. This girl is in her old family, and her sons are four or five years old. ”

The thick-skinned old man remained silent, "I'll swear by Uncle later." If I look at a good girl in the future, I will never sit still again, uncle, I must take the initiative shamelessly, and I must grind hard until she falls in love with me. ”

"The girls are thin-skinned, and the old men have to know how to do it themselves. are also soft-hearted, but if I don't want to die to be good to her, I will definitely be grateful to me to death or something. Isn't that all the reason?"

"So, uncle, I thought, I must do this in the future. You must not be like the old man Huang who cooks in our camp, he is fifty or sixty years old, and he is still playing a singleton, and when he sees Aunt Li washing clothes, his face is flushed, and he can't say anything. ”

The old man took a sip of wine and gulped, "Just thinking about it, the uncle himself will become the uncle." ”

The old man let out a rare long sigh, "Alas. Uncle, I'm really unconvinced, I think back then, I also called someone else's uncle. ”

"So, Xiaohezi, you have to take advantage of the good years to find a few more girls, you can't be like Uncle and me, and finally married a mother-in-law like your Aunt Ying for some reason. ”

The old man's language is meaningful and evocative, "This girl is not a good person." Don't scold people without kicking and being fierce, don't talk about it, and always love to steal men. Uncle, I see it in my eyes and hurt in my heart. If your Aunt Ying were a man, I would have slashed her with a sword, uncle. ”

"But now I've recognized it, uncle. Therefore, as soon as I finished breakfast every day, I couldn't wait to move the stool to sit outside the house, fan the fan, look at the girl, and no one wanted to disturb me. Which girl in the village has a round buttocks, which one has big breasts, and which one looks like the family is not full of food and steals men outside, although I am too lazy to say it in the open, but secretly it is clear. ”

Mo Xiaohe held the wine in his mouth, his face was flushed, and he didn't dare to laugh if he wanted to.

"So. Xiaohezi, you have to be thick-skinned and look for more mothers-in-law while you are young. You're going to be too thin-skinned, and it's okay to be embarrassed to say it. Uncle, I'm old-faced, I'm not ashamed, I'm going to say it for you. I really can't go and get it back for you. ”

Uncle Ying secretly glanced at Mo Xiaohe, whose expression was suddenly lonely, and said angrily, "Stop." Silly boy, who has a sick brain, wants to think crankily, and is it a shame to ask for help?"

"Which one jumped out of the crack in the stone, and was born to heaven and earth and omnipotent? That is, when the emperor Lao'er was a child, didn't he have to need other people's help to eat, drink, and Lazar? Even Xia Zhenren was not born Xia Zhenren, and didn't he also step on the heads of countless people who helped him?"

"Uncle, I fought a life-and-death battle with the barbarians in the north, wasn't it also because countless brothers helped me?"

"You're a hairy boy, if you're born you'll be able to do anything, or we'll just watch you jump into the pit. Do you want our old men to have a fart?"

Half-life, who had terrified countless foreign enemies, the abandoned swordsman Uncle Ying rarely gently stroked Mo Xiaohe's head, and said softly in an old voice, "Bang La." Xiaohezi, your uncle can only use a sword, and he has killed countless people with one sword."

"I'm used to living this bullshit life, and I just remember the knife coming and going in the fire. ”

"The comrades who were killed were so hideous before they died, their pupils were wide, they lacked arms and legs, they were covered in blood, and some of them didn't even have their heads. But when he was alive, he was obviously smiling or something. ”

"A living face of a foreign enemy was stabbed down by my sword, and the blood puffed out, and he died. ”

"Thousands of people who are alive and well, you cut me, I cut you, and in the end they all die together, leaving only the smell of blood and the smell of dry corpses. ”

"Every time I think of this, I get goosebumps all over my body. These pictures are like imprinted in my mind, floating in front of me at every turn, and I can't erase them when I die, so I can't get used to the life of these boys."

The sound of the rivers and lakes has fallen in the wilderness.

The broken sword in his hand can no longer be stained with rusty blood.

The left hand is released from the past life, and the right hand is not enough to hold this life.

Uncle Ying, who couldn't hold this life, was full of aftertaste, "So when I saw you, uncle, I was only a little older at that time, and the bamboo sword couldn't hold it steadily." But I don't like to laugh, I don't like to talk, I only glance at everything I see, and I know that you will definitely become a person like Uncle Me in the future. ”

Uncle Ying laughed rarely, revealing a mouthful of still hard and white teeth and a clean mouth, "So I just gave you the sword." ”

The old man got up slowly, lazy and lazy, patted the old meat on his stomach with a fan, and said an inexplicable sentence, "You are still young and Xiaohezi." Uncle Ying helped you through when you were a child. In the days to come, it will be your master and your sister who will help you go. The sword that Uncle Ying gave you can't be wasted. ”

Mo Xiaohe clenched the wine jug in his hand and raised his head suddenly.

"Who wasn't helped over when he was a child, you are still a big child. When you are tough, the world will be yours sooner or later. Xiaohezi, uncle, I'm leaving. ”

Mo Xiaohe's heart shook suddenly, and his heart beat faster, "Uncle, where are you going?"

"Uncle, my remnant soul has been waiting for you for more than half a month. If you have a kind, you will chop up Xia Zhenren one day and snatch back the uncle's soul. ”

"I'm done, uncle, I'm going to die. ””

"Uncle, don't go!" Mo Xiaohe was dumbfounded.

Uncle Ying smiled and disappeared.

Before you know it, it's night, the sun is setting, and the moon is climbing the branches.

In the first half of the moment, the lights were swaying and the wine was drinking, and in the blink of an eye, life and death were separated, and the night was dark.

"Uncle, don't go!"

Mo Xiaohe shouted, cried bitterly, and woke up suddenly.

Outside the window, the oriental fish belly is white.

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, and I am greedy for joy. Flowing water falls and flowers go in spring. Heaven and earth.

"Xiaohezi, why don't you tell me when you're back?" a familiar voice came from outside the house.