Chapter 7: The Mighty Mountain Wind (5) (5)
The cattle outside all howled in horror, the cry of piglets, the cooing of chickens and ducks, the neighing of mules and horses, the long mooing of ploughing oxen, the bite of dogs, and the violent struggle and bump of doors and windows, in this crazy moment, frantically intersecting, colliding, twisting, vortexing, washing the world again and again, repeatedly cleansing all living beings in the world, the courtyard can no longer hear the rolling sound of baskets, replaced by the screeching sound of shovels and rakes and other iron pieces overturning and bumping, in the overwhelming rumbling sound, it is very different。
The people hiding in the bed involuntarily clenched their fists, resisting the heartbeat that seemed to be about to get out of control, and they waited silently and in fear with their bloodless cheeks, waiting for the uncertain calamity that would come before them, waiting for the invasion of the greater uncertain calamity that would follow, and the houses used for shelter seemed to rise from the ground in an instant, and flutter away with the wind, along with the limbs and hearts of each person.
After the end of the meal, the mighty wind lost its loud timbre and became thick and deep, like a huge and incomparable drum, which was struck by the mighty drumsticks, and the tuba had already sounded, climbing to a higher peak.
At this time, the hail has long been replaced by a downpour, and it is impossible to distinguish the single tone when it lands, and all the single notes have been connected, like the water of the heavenly river pouring down, mercilessly swallowing the hillside and valley under its feet, and swallowing all the breathing and active creatures on the hillside and valley.
The baskets, shoes, hoes and other objects in the courtyard could no longer make a sound, and the chickens, dogs, geese, ducks, pigs, horses, cattle and sheep and other livestock also closed their mouths together, leaving only a dull low roar, as if squeezed out from the depths of the ground, shaking the walls of the house and shaking the legs of the bed.
The voice was so low that it was suffocating, so thick that it made people frightened and panicked, and the entire heart hiding in the depths of the flesh and bones was pierced and shattered by this terrifying sound wave.
Some of the old houses began to fall loose floating soil on the walls, the purlins on the roof trembled slightly, and made a slight sound, as if the villagers in a desperate situation, in the face of this unseen and unheard of disaster, panicked like pigs and sheep tied to the board waiting to be slaughtered, stunned, frightened, stunned, at a loss, closed their eyes and waited for death, the old and young who slept in the same room, all squeezed into a big bed, they hugged each other tightly, holding the despair of dying together, waiting for the unpredictable death to come.
When the sky gradually turned white, the strange wind suddenly stopped, and fled, as swift as it came, and the escape was so clean and thorough, without a trace of lingering nostalgia.
The frightened villagers who had been frightened for half the night did not care about the soreness and fatigue of their bodies, put on their clothes and trousers haphazardly, and hurried out of the house, and they were again frightened by the scene outside the house.
The courtyard was a mess, and yesterday evening all the belongings and belongings that had been returned to order had moved to the place, and lay down in a fairly spacious courtyard, where the floating soil and mud on the ground were more than an inch thick, and the grass clippings and leaves that flew in from outside the courtyard covered the slippery ground under their feet, and if they were not careful, they would fall heavily to the ground.