Mr. Gu's words were torches that illuminated Duanfang's heart. Duan Fang's heart suddenly had light, and it would be easy to do with light, and there would be nothing to hang around anymore. Duan Fang reminded himself that he had to give up, he had to give up his big shovel, give up his mass grave, and give up his Sanya's appearance. Duan Fang raised his head and glanced at the sky, the sky is materialistic, it is high, concrete and open, it is a blue, gloomy, enveloping, and omnipresent substance.

However, someone picked up a big shovel and began to dig into the ground. This man is an old harpoon. The old harpoon suddenly made a new move, he no longer looked for it in the house with a flashlight, no longer fought with the night, he began to fight with the ground. Every day at dawn, the old fishing fork locked the door of the patio, took out his big shovel, and walked around along the wall in the patio, looking for it with all his heart. Then, find a target and dig hard at the edge of the wall foundation. He's digging deep, looking deeper. The old harpoon still did not speak, but he was in good spirits, and he set up a battlefield in his yard. This time the movement was particularly large, almost a tunnel war, and he alone launched a people's war. Dig a hole here, dig a hole there, a yard of potholes. Because I didn't find it, I had to start again. There was a lot of damp fresh dirt everywhere, and the family didn't even have a place to put their feet. Old Harpoon is really crazy this time, in the words of Xinglong's mother, "It's just a matter of eating people." "Actually, the old harpoon is not crazy at all, on the contrary, he is very calm and organized, he is just looking for something. He's going to find it, definitely, he's going to find it. Xinglong's mother sat in the hall, dangling a banana fan, looking at the old harpoon in the patio, smiling, smiling desperately. The two loose ** on her chest were swayed by her laughter. Scourge, you old thing, see what you can do! Why don't you die! Xinglong looked at the mess all over the yard, full of worry, and tried to tie up his father several times and stuff him under the bed. But the mother stopped her and said, "Let him be." He was dying. I can see that he is a few days old. As long as he doesn't eat people, let him be. This person can't be pulled back. ”

These days, Xinglong has been staying at home and has not gone to the cooperative medical care. If you talk about it in detail, Xinglong is afraid of staying at home and is reluctant to face his father, however, in comparison, he is more afraid of cooperative medical care. He was afraid of the hanging bottles, of the droppers, of the soda. As soon as the soda was opened, Sanya appeared in vain. Sanya was killed by him, he killed him. There is no difference between a barefoot doctor pouring soda into a patient's veins and a pig killer sending his blade into a pig's trachea. Xinglong's heart is extremely unsteady these days, I'm sorry Duan Fangna is still second, the key is that Sanya's footsteps always follow him. When Xinglong walks at night, he always feels that there is someone behind him, watching him, and he follows the same steps. Actually, there was no sound. But it is precisely because there is no sound that it is conclusive. Sanya was like this when she was alive, she walked lightly, the wind was the same, the shadow was the same, and the ants were the same. Now that she's dead, her footsteps are even more imperceptible, which is the evidence that Sanya is stalking Xinglong. The only thing that can be relieved is the end of the square. Xinglong never thought that Duan Fang could wipe this ass for him so cleanly, without leaving any trouble, which was very righteous. However, after all, he owed a favor to the end party. It's a great love. Xinglong wanted to kneel down in front of Duan Fang and fulfilled this wish. Duan Fang didn't show up. Thinking about it, Duan Fang still doesn't want to see Xinglong, how can Xinglong want to meet Duan Fang? It's still difficult to do it in the future, how can you get along? Speaking of which, it's still Sanya's troublesome girl, she doesn't worry about herself when she is alive, and she makes others worry when she dies -- what are you doing Sanya? Why can't you let others live a better life? Xinglong feels that he is wronged. It's so wronged. Xinglong sat next to the table of the Four Immortals, looking at his father in the patio, his back shining. Xinglong thought, it was all this person, and it was all this person who stirred it up! If it weren't for him, how could Xinglong be so confused, how could he make such a human life? This sudden flash of thought suddenly angered Xinglong. Xinglong "whewed", stood up, rushed to the patio, and did his hand to his father for the first time in his life. Xinglong knocked down the old harpoon.

"Dig, dig, dig!!, you're looking for a soul!"

The old harpoon was lying in a mud pit, on all fours, like an old turtle that was turning over. Xinglong looked at his father, a little afraid, worried that his father jumped up from the ground and carried a big shovel to play with himself. This time the old harpoon didn't. He was covered in mud and water, and he didn't mean to fight back at all, on the contrary, he was very afraid. This discovery surprised Xinglong, but it was more sad. My father is old, and he has no blood at all. The old harpoon lay on the ground, looked timidly at his son, and whispered:

"Son, don't tell anyone that I'm looking for a soul. ”

The sun shook for a moment. A chill rolled through Xinglong's heart and turned his head.

The old harpoon is indeed looking for a soul, and has been looking for it for more than half a year. It's just that he doesn't say it, and the people in the family don't know. This sentence was said early, or around the Spring Festival in 1976, the old harpoon had a dream and dreamed of Wang Erhu. Speaking of which, the old harpoon often dreamed of Wang Erhu, but every time Wang Erhu was scolded by the old harpoon, Wang Erhu obediently walked away. This time it was different, in the dream, Wang Erhu came around from the back of the old harpoon, Wang Erhu said to the old harpoon:

"Old Harpoon, the Year of the Dragon has arrived, a full thirty years. ”

The old harpoon remembered that the year when Wang Erhu was killed in the Land Temple was the Year of the Dog, and the Year of the Dragon came again, isn't it a full thirty years. Old Harpoon Says:

"Fuck off!"

Wang Erhu said, "It's time to pay me back, right?"

The old harpoon said, "Fuck off!"

Wang Erhu said: "It's been thirty years, it's time to pay me back, right?"

The old harpoon smiled and said, "What do you pay back?"

Wang Erhu said: "The house, and the head." ”

The old harpoon woke up. Sweat all over the body.

Something big happened to the old harpoon that night, and of course, no one knew that he had bumped into a ghost. If it hadn't been for the old harpoon himself, he wouldn't have believed it if he had been killed. The night was no different from usual, except that the commune's screening team had come to the village to show the film, and everyone had gathered on the school playground, leaving the village very deserted. The old harpoon doesn't watch movies, he stays at home alone, and slowly smokes his pot. Just after nine o'clock, the old harpoon tapped the cigarette pot on the sole of his shoe, got up, and went to the other side of the pit. Old harpoons have a habit of squatting in the pit before going to bed, as if they were making a summary of their day, to pull themselves clean. The old harpoon went out the door, dusted the padded jacket on his body with his shoulder, bypassed the small bamboo forest behind the house, came to the thatched pit, untied it, and squatted down. Many people can't pull it out once they reach age, and it's harder to pull than to have a child. Old harpoons don't. He pulled very smoothly, one hard, one, two, three, four, five, and there was a lot of results immediately under his ass. But tonight it's weird, I can't pull it out. No matter how hard you try, you can't do it. The old harpoon had to squat dryly and wait patiently. The small bamboo forest was pitch black, and the dried bamboo leaves rubbed against each other in the winter wind, making a ghostly sound. At this time, the wind blew the voices in the movie in the distance, one by one, one by one, one moment it was a gunshot, and the other was a mourning, and it must have killed someone in the movie again. Of course, there are people who want to kill people in movies, but how can there be people who don't kill people in movies. The winter wind made the distant mourners particularly strange, swirling, and eerie. However, the surroundings of the thatched pit were exceptionally silent, except for the rustle of bamboo leaves, there was no movement in the dark. The old harpoon was patient, just closed his eyes, and tried desperately. The hard work paid off, and finally came out a little bit, and after holding it for a long time, it was a little bit again, like donkey dung and eggs, and there was no joy at all. Finally finished, the old harpoon closed his eyes and sighed, and stood up. Some of them are still unfinished and incomplete. I wanted to squat down again, so I opened my eyes. That's when the horrific thing happened. In the darkness, there was a man standing in front of the old harpoon, who seemed to be standing here all the time, straight, tall, wearing long, long pajamas, just stuck in front of the old harpoon. The face is blurry, and the shadow is only a rough idea. It's less than a foot away from itself. The old harpoon was excited, and his heart was lifted, and he blurted out, "Who?" The man did not speak or move. The old harpoon's scalp tightened suddenly, and he asked, "Who?" The man still stood still. The old harpoon reached out and tried to him away. The accident happened at this time, but the old harpoon's hand was empty. That is to say, the person in front of him is a person who does not exist. The pants in the old harpoon's hand slipped all the way to the top of his feet, and goosebumps all over his body.

The old harpoon didn't say anything about it. But the old harpoon knew that he had run into a ghost. Old Harpoon never believed in ghosts, however, seeing is believing, and believing it or not has to be believed. After going to bed, the old harpoon was quite afraid, lit the dry smoke pot, and secretly said to himself, it must be dazzling, it must be dazzling, where will there be any ghosts. In order to prove this, the old harpoon picked up the flashlight the next night, deliberately walked to the side of the pit, and coughed. The cough was short, but rather severe, beyond the average threat. The old harpoon mustered up his courage, walked into the pit, turned on the flashlight, and shone around the small bamboo forest, even the big manure tank. Relieved, he unbuckled his trousers and squatted down. This time, the old harpoon did not bow his head, but held his head high and kept looking. He wanted to see how the ghost had come to him step by step. The old harpoon came prepared, and as soon as there was movement, he would immediately twist the switch of the flashlight. If there really are ghosts in this world, then ghosts must be afraid of light. As long as there is light, it will have nowhere to hide, and its original form will be revealed.

The old harpoon didn't pull out anything. Nothing was pulled out. But when the old harpoon stood up, the old harpoon knew that he had won. There are no ghosts in this world. Last night I was still blind. This expedition was meaningful. This expedition meant that from now on, the old Harpoon's squatting pit would no longer be a squatting pit, but would go from victory to victory. The old harpoon once again looked around with a flashlight, and was safe. It's safe. The old harpoon turned off his flashlight, put his arms behind his back, and went home. Just as he was about to leave the pigsty, the old harpoon didn't believe in evil, deliberately didn't turn on the flashlight, and turned back again. This turnaround completely changed the days ahead of the old Harpoon. This turnaround proved disastrous. Still in the same position as yesterday, the old harpoon saw unmistakably a tall man, dressed in long nightgowns, shadowy, motionless, not utter, swaying a little in the winter breeze. The old harpoon forgot the flashlight in his hand, and in an instant, the soul had already flown out. The old harpoon immediately turned on his flashlight, and the "place" where the white coat stood was illuminated, and there was nothing.

The silence of the old harpoon began after the Spring Festival, and no one in the family paid attention. Starting from March, the words of the old harpoon decreased significantly. People are old and their tongues are lazy, who cares. On the contrary, the family found anomalies in the old harpoon from other places. The first thing was that the old harpoon no longer went to the pit to squat, and sat down on the toilet decently every night. Xinglong's mother was upset about this matter. Is this toilet the one the men sit on? Ah? A big man, so old, a woman sits on the toilet like what? Tell me, what is it like? The big man is not a woman, their feces smell, urine, and farts can't fit in the three tiled houses. Can't you move a few steps out of the yard and into the pit, and your legs are not lame, and your eyes are not blind. Xinglong's mother couldn't help it, and in the end she threw her face at the old harpoon, and said angrily: "I don't need it either, give it to you." You empty the toilet every day. The wrinkles on the old harpoon's face were stacked together, and he scolded sharply, "The toilet is yours, and the toilet is your surname?" Xinglong's mother almost suffocated to death. For the sake of a toilet, you can't argue, you can't say it, you can't say it, you can't say it. What decent person would quarrel over a toilet? I cried three or four times so sadly. The second one is a flashlight. In the middle of the night, sleeping well, he suddenly sat up, pressed the flashlight, and shone everywhere in the house. What do you say is in this house? And one more thing is the old harpoon's self-talk, very little, but to be repeated. But no one could hear what he was saying.

Old Harpoon's mind is deep. He knew that Wang Erhu was back. His ghost has returned. It's been thirty years, and he's back. Of course, the old harpoon didn't want to meet Wang Erhu, but Wang Erhu insisted on getting into the old harpoon's dream, so there was no way. You can't stop dreams, no one can stop them.

"It's been thirty years, it's time to pay me back, right?"

"The house, and the head. ”

The question is very clear, very simple, it is "yet" or "not back". This question stumped the old harpoon. Between "yet" and "not back", the old harpoon hurts his nerves. Day after day, month after month, it hurts. At first, of course, it was "not returned". What's the joke? But there is no trouble not paying it back. It's always going to be dark, it's always going to sleep when it's dark, and it's always dreaming when it's sleeping. As soon as I thought of dreaming, the old harpoon's breath was short. That is tantamount to building a road for Wang Erhu. As long as the old harpoon dreamed and slept, Wang Erhu came back from the road repaired by the old harpoon, stared at the old harpoon, stared at him, and asked him to "return". It's so torturous, it's worse than death. The old harpoon changed his mind and decided to "return". The old harpoon believes that as long as he "returns", he will be down-to-earth, even if he Wang Erhu sits on the threshold of the old harpoon's house in broad daylight, the old harpoon will not be frightened. However, how to "return"? What to "return"? Where to "return"? These are all questions. The old harpoon was worried. Bewildered. No one had ever taught him how to do such a thing.

The old harpoon can only be dragged and dragged for a day. But Wang Erhu is pressing. Again and again he came to the old harpoon's dreams, pressing forward step by step. This person is really, not breathless. In fact, it was the old harpoon himself who didn't let himself gasp. Since the day when the old harpoon "sued" Wang Erhu, that is to say, since the day Wang Erhu was "clicked", in other words, since the day the old harpoon lived in these three big tile houses, the old harpoon's heart has not actually stopped. His heart has always been "carried" by something, it is suspended, it does not touch the ground, and it is still dangling. But the old harpoon has the old harpoon method, and he is positive. He worked hard. He has a heavy hand. He has always been and always will be on the strongest side. He warned Wang Erhu all the time, I am not afraid of you. There are many of us, and the most important thing is that we are outnumbered. But Wang Erhu is cunning, when you are numerous, he hides, a little careless, a little careless, he emerges from the dark corner, suddenly, sneakily, provoke the old harpoon so suddenly. As soon as the move is finished, he runs away, hides in a place where he can never say the name of the place, and then pops up again. He is the enemy who advances and I retreat, and the enemy who retreats and I advance. It's out of nowhere. Wang Erhu is dead, and he has long been dead. But Wang Erhu is immortal, he has never died, and he will always live in the heart of the old harpoon. The old harpoon is afraid in his bones, calling the heavens and the earth not to work.

On April 9, 1976, the old harpoon couldn't hold it anymore. He hanged himself. In the hall of the big tiled house, he tied the hemp rope to the roof beam, tied a live buckle, and put his neck in it. There was no prior warning. In fact, the old harpoon was well thought out. He decided to "also". He decided to use the method of hanging himself to "return". This "also" is clean, mainly in a good location. Old Harpoon is actually a shrewd person who knows how to figure out people's minds. He chose the time of hanging in the morning, which was discerning. Who would have thought that someone in the family would hang himself? When the family was at work, the old harpoon would be able to pay off his thirty years of debt with just a bag of cigarettes. There is a wrong, there is a debtor, he can go up, and he can earn back three big tiled houses for his children and grandchildren. Cost-effective, worth it. People are not as good as heaven, and no one expected the eldest grandson of the old harpoon to come. The little guy saw the hanging grandfather through the crack in the door, and immediately came to the alley, screaming milkily. The old harpoon didn't die, but he became addicted to one thing and fell in love with hanging. Things are often so coincidental that the second time was discovered by this little grandson, and the old harpoon was saved again. The old harpoon opened his big slap, stroked his grandson's little face, smiled, and said something like this:

"Just don't let grandpa pay off the debt, good boy. Like the people of our royal family. ”

After hanging several times in a row, the old harpoon did not die, but his mind was alive again. He was originally determined to die, and his grandson didn't let him die, but in fact, God didn't let him die. After a few times he didn't die, the old harpoon changed his mind, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to pay it back! He wanted to compete with Wang Erhu again. He wants to dig up Wang Erhu's ghost from the house, yes, dig it out. Don't you often come to my dreams, it means that you are not far from this home. Is it under the ground, or in the cracks of the wall, is it next to the roots of a tree, or is it in the water of a well? Wait until you are dug out, Wang Erhu, this time I am not polite to you. I don't need to use a guillotine to kill you, I will let you break your body into ten thousand pieces, and then burn you with fire, burn you to ashes, and burn you to smoke. I don't think you're coming!

The croppers never say that the beginning of autumn is "the beginning of autumn", but "biting autumn". Why? Because the summer heat is too heavy, when it comes to the beginning of autumn, they must defeat the fire of the body's bones, so they grab a melon at the beginning of autumn and take a bite. This bite is a sign, autumn is on time, at what time is Beijing time, arrived. In fact, such a ceremony is too wishful thinking, and in many years, autumn has been "bitten", but it is still hot. The croppers call such a hot autumn "autumn nerd". You don't even know God's face, do you say you're stupid? In addition, there is a lot of rain in summer, and you are cooled by the rain, and in autumn, the sky is on fire. The croppers call such an autumn "autumn tiger". How powerful the tiger's tail is when the counterattack is counted, needless to say about it.

The autumn of 1976 was the Autumn Tiger. The people of Wangjiazhuang were scared. It's not that the people in Wangjiazhuang are squeamish, but there are instructions from above to plant double-cropping rice. The so-called double-cropping rice is to plant another season after the rice is harvested, and the day of the autumn harvest is too tense and tiring, and every minute and second is extraordinarily precious. For example, if autumn begins at 8:47 p.m. on the 5th, your double-cropping rice must be planted before 8 o'clock in the evening of the 5th, and not at 9 o'clock in the morning on the 6th. This is God's order to kill. There is no mercy for killing. There is a reason, because the seedlings can not see frost. As soon as the frost arrived, God immediately turned his face, and the rice ears could no longer be filled, and they all became rice deflated. You can only receive a handful of grass, a handful of chaff. You won't get a grain of rice. But the rice planting does not mean that it is inserted, and it is not sleeping with a woman, the thighs are broken, the stomach is straight, and it is inserted. It's not that bento. You are to cut the early rice on the fire, plough the land on fire, and irrigate the land on fire. After the irrigation is completed, the pond can be leveled, and then it is the turn to plant the seedlings. The ancients said, "Who knows that Chinese food is hard work", the bitterness lies in the fact that you have to "grab" with time, "grab" win, you will win this year, "grab" lose, you will lose this year. What does it mean to "eat by watching the sky"? What does it mean to "eat by relying on the ground"? If you don't make the "autumn harvest" clear, you will never know how "high" the sky is and how "thick" the earth is. Chairman Mao led a revolution called the "Autumn Harvest Uprising", you listen, how smart he was. Many people are not convinced, and want to wrestle with the great leader Chairman Mao, no, you can't play with him, how can you fight the croppers - the autumn harvest is such a tiring, and when you meet the autumn tiger, you say you still have a life. Even the little girls with open teeth know how powerful Qiu Tiger is, and they sing like this when they dance cowhide bands at the empty village entrance:

One two three four five

Kill the Autumn Tiger;

Tigers don't eat people,

The butt hurts from the sun;

The ass is divided into two sides,

Women can hold up half the sky.

Women can hold up half the sky. Yes. The autumn harvest has just begun, Wu Manling is in the field for a while, and on the threshing floor for a while, relying on her flesh and blood to "top" half of the sky. Wu Manling is accustomed to taking the lead, cutting rice, picking handles, threshing, raising fields, plowing fields, irrigating, leveling ponds, planting seedlings, and doing everything. In a word, she is "a man, not a woman". There is no day and night for "fighting and robbing", and this time Wu Manling does not go back to the brigade headquarters to sleep, and eats in the fields and sleeps on the sidelines with the members and comrades every day. Wu Manling hadn't had a decent night's sleep for four days and four nights, and she was so sleepy that she lay next to the straw stack and squinted for two or three hours. Wu Manling's hard work this year is different from the past, and it can be said that there is a reason for it. The autumn harvest has just begun, and an amazing big event happened in Wangjiazhuang, the Demon King of the Mixed World, this person jumped out and went to work. It's not an ordinary work, and as soon as it appears, it shows the subjective initiative of strong horsepower, very high-spirited, and looks like a revolution and hard work. Wu Manling was taken aback and became vigilant. What kind of turtle is this? I observed it for several days in a row, and specially arranged for two secret agents to follow me throughout the whole process. The agent's report is back: it's true, not fake positive. This is even more abnormal. Why should he be positive? This person who is too lazy to turn into salted meat cannot truly love labor. No. There must be something hidden inside. Pondered. But there is one point, no matter whether the positive of the Demon King of the Mixed World is true or false, Wu Manling reminded herself that she couldn't lose to him. You must not lag behind him. If he is positive, Wu Manling will be more positive. He is not afraid of hardship, and Wu Manling must be even more unafraid of hardship. If he doesn't want to die, Wu Manling must die. Can't lose to him. There is a question of the image of party members at stake here. Therefore, Wu Manling's autumn harvest this time is a bit fatal, and it is so positive that it is almost cruel. Sometimes, when you can eat, Wu Manling just doesn't eat, and when you can sleep, Wu Manling just insists and doesn't sleep. In Wangjiazhuang, all people who love labor know such a truth, that is, the famous inverse proportional relationship: the more a person does not take his body seriously, the more it shows that he loves his work. Think about it, if a person doesn't even love his body, what is love if he doesn't love work?

Wu Manling didn't sleep well for four days and four nights, gritted her teeth, in fact, she could still hold on, but there was something wrong with her little stomach, it hurt so much that she couldn't bear it. Wu Manling knows, she is the "big aunt" who is coming soon. Wu Manling thought, it's a backward thing, it's really, not early, not too late, always running out to make trouble at the most critical time. Wu Manling couldn't hold on, handed over the rice handle to someone else's hand, pulled off the square towel on her head, and got off the threshing machine. It was late at night, Wu Manling felt the darkness, returned to the team headquarters, lit the lamp, but was thirsty and smoking. I just want to take a sip of hot water. Wu Manling held on to the wall, bent down, and shook the hot water bottle, but it was empty. I had to go to the side of the water tank, bury my head in the water tank, and drink as hard as I can, until I was full. After drinking, Wu Manling breathed a long sigh of relief, walked to the edge of the bed, blew out the lamp, and lay down. As soon as she lay down, Wu Manling regretted it, she should have climbed into bed just now. The two calves were still hanging from the side of the bed, but I no longer had the strength to carry them up. It can only be hung, awkward. As soon as she closed her eyes, Wu Manling's eyes lit up, and it was the light of a dim horse lamp. She remembered that it was the horse lamp next to the thresher, which had been hanging on her left side, and the sound of the motor also sounded, it was the diesel engine of the twelve horses of the east wind, "sudden, sudden", right on the temple, making a fuss. I think it's too long, too long, next to the threshing machine. Wu Manling was so tired and sleepy that she couldn't sleep. People are like this, tired to the limit, tired to the step of lying down, the brain is spiritual. Wu Manling smacked her lips and licked her lips and teeth. This lick was uncomfortable, and the teeth were very thick and sticky. Come to think of it, she hadn't brushed her teeth for four or five days. Wu Manling didn't dare to lick it anymore, and thought about pulling her calves up. I can't move again. I thought to myself, it would be nice if someone helped her and moved her calves to the bed for her. If you wash your feet again, it will be too good to be better. Who to invite? Wu Manling asked the boys to line up in their minds and began to choose. Duan Fang raised his hand, so let's end Fang. Wu Manling was lying on the bed, half-asleep, but it was exceptionally clear, even she didn't know that she was actually smiling. It's really strange to say, Wu Manling never thinks about men on weekdays, but as long as the "big aunt" comes soon, her body is unstable, and she thinks about it. Sometimes I think about it very much, and my body is about to crack, sullen, and savage. It's weird. Wu Manling began to imagine what Duan Fang would look like washing her feet. His hands were thick and big, and he wrapped Wu Manling's feet in the palm of his hand, which was a caring appearance and cherished it. His slap was thick, but his fingers were not honest, and slowly entered his feet, very carefully, one by one, and the tenon was sewn together. It's itchy, it's comfortable. Duanfang not only washed her feet, but also brought water, toothpaste, and toothbrushes. I actually helped her brush her teeth. Wu Manling looked at Duan Fang, opened her mouth, and watched Duan Fang stuff his toothbrush into her mouth. This move was really unexpected by Wu Manling, and her heart suddenly swelled, and there was wind in it, which was a sign of wildness and uncontrollable. Wu Manling was suddenly sad, and wanted to tell Duan Fang the sadness in her heart. Duan Fang ignored it, slapped her ass hard, and said sharply, "Okay! Sleep!" But this is the kind of roughness that comes from self-pity, the kind of roughness that comes from intimacy. Lingering. Wu Manling was startled and woke up. Wu Manling didn't actually fall asleep, but woke up, this feeling was contradictory. But there is nothing wrong with being contradictory. Wu Manling opened her eyes, and there were black holes around her, empty, and nothing. A bone-chilling hopelessness poured into Wu Manling's heart like this. Closed his eyes again. Wu Manling didn't know that there were tears in her eyes, but as soon as she closed her eyes, her tears were squeezed out. It's hanging right there. Like her two calves, it hung there.

The sky was just dawning, Wu Manling's lower body was hot, and the "upside-down thing" still came. Fortunately, Wu Manling slept soundly, and at this time, her body bones were loosened, as if she had just been untied. Wu Manling got up, cleaned herself from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, and cleaned up the "big aunt" by the way. Much better, re-energized. After breakfast, Wu Manling returned to the threshing floor and saw the Demon King of the Mixed World next to the straw stack, sleeping. I slept dead and sound. Wu Manling just wanted to call him up, but inadvertently found that the crotch of the Demon King of the Mixed World was bulging, standing out a lot taller, and it was jumping slightly. Wu Manling was puzzled, was wondering, suddenly understood, instinctively stretched out her foot, lifted the straw, and covered him. looked around, and by the way, brushed a strand of hair behind his ear, but his cheeks were already hot. Wu Manling thought in private, she had the strength not to work, she used it here, and she was not born a promising person. He wanted to wake him up, but the golden dragon came up with a swollen face and said, "Give him a little sleep." Everyone said that thanks to such a good example as you. Wu Manling could hear that this was saying good things for the Demon King of the Mixed World, however, she still flattered her. Wu Manling smiled, didn't say anything, faced the rising sun, and threw herself into the battle of the new day of "double robbery".

The Demon King's move was a little sudden, but it wasn't sudden, it was still his consideration. Wangjiazhuang he really can't stay any longer. The main thing is that he can't be "idle" anymore. Fatigue is hard, but emptiness and boredom may not be easy to get through. Although it is difficult to be tired and busy, it can persevere, and it has some attachment and sustenance. Void and boring but difficult, it has no evidence, no head or tail, no support on all sides, day after day, month after month, year after year. It makes you really want to go crazy. Now that I think about it, the Demon King of the Mixed World made Fang **'s mistake at the beginning of the contest with Wu Manling. is a fatal mistake. How could he use boredom and vanity as a weapon? Boredom is not a weapon. It is not a weapon of criticism, let alone a weapon of criticism. thought he was bargaining, but in fact, he chose the fate of failure. It was meant to be. In a forgotten prison, a harmonica can't save anyone. In addition to amplifying boredom, melodizing boredom, and dyeing boredom with mournful colors, what else can he do? Can't stay any longer. Can't stay a day. He's leaving. In any case, he's leaving. Go as a soldier. After the goal was clear, the Demon King of the Mixed World woke up, and saw the two thresholds in front of him infinitely clearly, the first one, of course, was Wu Manling, and the second one was the masses, in fact, it was Wangjiazhuang. The Demon King of the Mixed World decided to start from the second threshold first, and he must reverse the bad impression he left on Wangjiazhuang, only in this way can he be convincing when he arrives in front of the first threshold, and the "masses" will not become Wu Manling's excuse.

The efforts of the Demon King of the Mixed World are all-round, not just labor, but first of all in his attitude towards people and the world. It's been reborn. After going to work, the Demon King of the Mixed World began to change from the name of the person. Simply put, family-oriented. The Demon King of the Mixed World only understood a truth today, Wangjiazhuang is not a family, but you have to make it like a family. For example, when you meet someone, you have to call your grandparents, uncles, aunts, aunts, aunts, brothers, sisters, brothers, sisters, and uncles, brothers-in-law, brothers-in-law, uncles, cousins, and cousins. This time it's a kiss. It's my own family. Turn your face when it's time to turn your face, and after turning it over, it's still a family. The biggest taboo of croppers is "not their own people", you are "not your own people", and it is useless to die of exhaustion. - "Performance" is naturally not good. You don't just have to put yourself at home, you have to follow the rules of the house. You have to start with grandchildren, grandnephews, and grandchildren. If you do it well, you can grow into a nephew, nephew, or aunt. If you do it well, you can become a brother. Then it's easy to do, and if you go down, you will naturally become an uncle, an uncle, an uncle, an uncle, and an uncle. When you arrive at such a field, you will not be far from the uncle. As long as a person is an uncle, you will become a character, and the days will be smooth, and you can call for wind and rain. Of course, you are not far from death.

As soon as the Demon King of the Mixed World came to work, he showed a new atmosphere, his hands and feet were diligent, mainly because his mouth was diligent, and the whole person became polite, and the third aunt and six uncles greeted him endlessly. It is liked by people and hurt by people, how can it be said that the prodigal son will not change his money. His attitude was sincere. To sum up, he really sees himself as a farmer, that is, he really sees himself as a person from Wangjiazhuang. In fact, this is what the vast number of poor and middle peasants like, where do you really expect to do much farm work. I can think of it. The point is that you can't be proud, you have to "obey". In fact, this is precisely the ultimate goal of "intellectual youth going to the mountains and going to the countryside to receive re-education from the poor and middle peasants." The "fifth aunt" Jin Long's family looked at the Demon King of the Mixed World so well, and was happy with the Demon King of the Mixed World, and asked: "The Demon King of the Mixed World, you never took care of people in the past, why are you so polite now?" The Demon King of the Mixed World smiled very honestly and said loudly:

"I used to eat!"

The end side was not in the threshing floor. According to the original arrangement of the production team leader, the end side should be threshed. But the end side refused. He is reluctant to thresh. There is still a little selfishness in these details, and there is a story here. On the eve of graduating from high school, Zhongbao Middle School invited a graduate of the 75th class, a young man named Dong Yonghua. Speaking of which, Dong Yonghua and Duan Fang have studied together for a year, one grade higher than Duan Fang, a very inconspicuous young man, but he is now the most famous young pacesetter in the whole commune. Dong Yonghua did not close his eyes for two days and three nights during the autumn harvest last year, stood next to the thresher, and fell asleep. One slump, he stuffed one arm into the threshing machine, and the whole arm, with skin, meat, and bones, was all "taken off" by the thresher. People are like this, when you are missing arms and legs, you will have a scar on your body, and if it is a scar, it will glow, just like "if it is gold, it will shine". If your whole person is lost, then your life will become a scar and your name will shine brightly. Dong Yonghua sat on the podium, his only arm more restrained than his two arms, and he stammered. But Dong Yonghua memorized his speech very well, and he spent a considerable amount of time reciting his injury and, of course, his feelings after the injury. His mouth was like a threshing machine, gushing out of it full of glittering idioms, adjectives, and adverbials. However, the end side did not hear it. He kept staring at Dong Yonghua's non-existent arm, reminding himself in his heart that at any time, he could not stand in front of the thresher. Thinking about it, it is true that Dong Yonghua gave a report to the high school students of the seventh and sixth classes as an advanced model, but at this end of the side, he became a negative teacher. With Dong Yonghua's negative teaching material, Duan Fang said that he would not stand next to the thresher.

Duanfang has been cutting rice, because of the experience and lessons of the summer harvest, and when it comes to the autumn harvest, Duanfang has experience and is old. In Wang Cunliang's words, it's not so sassy. The so-called old, to put it bluntly, is lazy. Duan Fang has the strength of his body, but why should he spend all his strength? It doesn't make sense. There is no end to it. Of course, the rice has to be cut, but who can guarantee that the rice cut by Duanfang will eventually reach Duanfang's mouth? No one can guarantee that. Since no one can guarantee it, what can Duan Fang do blindly? Storing his strength in his body will not support people.

Duan Fang learned to be lazy, but no one cared about him. Sanya's matter has not long passed, and Duan Fang has no heart to work, so it is understandable. What do you do? Duan Fang was lying in the field, with a straw in his mouth, but he didn't actually think about Sanya. Sanya is "no", and he can't miss "something that doesn't exist at all". He was looking at the clouds in the sky. The clouds in July are good-looking, and the old people are right, "July embroidered clouds", this "July" is of course the seventh month of the lunar calendar, that is, the August of the solar calendar. The old people said that in "July", the embroidery girls in the sky went out and showed their craftsmanship one by one. Towards evening, the clouds in the sky became chic and changed like a dream. The sky was blue, very deep, very far away, that exaggerated, rendered color. On such a background, the white clouds are in a big clump, a big flower. You just have to stare at one of them, and it's funny, and you'll see that it's not a cloud, it's a horse, a snow-white horse, running. The horse's tail is cocked there, and all four legs are in the air, it is really imaginative, indescribably light, indescribably free. Slowly, it didn't look like it, it turned out to be a tiger, squatting there, with its mouth wide open, and it looked vicious. If you look closely, it's not a tiger, but a lion. It was a male lion, with a huge head, and the hair around the head was bent, so mighty, so majestic. If you are patient enough, you will notice that the lion's hair sticks out in two parts, and it doesn't look like anything anymore. However, in a moment, the hair turned into two thick and long tusks, and what was it if it was not an elephant? It was a white bull elephant, old, kind, and at the same time radiant, full of the temperament of a leader, not angry and arrogant. Eventually, the two tusks broke away and floated away, and the elephant's body came together and became a tomb. Lying on the ridge, Duan Fang opened his mouth and carefully recognized the changes on the clouds. The sky is so wonderful, the clouds are so impermanent, look at it, it's really good.

After sticking to the threshing floor for a few days, Wu Manling carried a sickle and came to the rice field where Duanfang was located. Everyone cheered, and the rice field suddenly became a little more vibrant. Wu Manling is a branch secretary and does not belong to any production team, where she goes to work is completely random, mainly to be an example and play an encouraging and promoting role. In a sense, there is also a bit of a reward. Wu Manling greeted the villagers with a smile, didn't say anything, and went to the field. Wu Zhishu is really a hard-working person, except for drinking water in the middle of the field, his waist has not straightened up once, just bent like that, and kept cutting. There was silence in the rice field, and Wu Zhishu didn't speak, so everyone naturally didn't talk anymore, and the labor was suddenly branded with ** and solemnity, which was extraordinarily glorious. The sky slowly darkened, and the distant village was blurred, leaving only the shadows of the trees, tall, thick, and shadowy. It stands to reason that it is time to call it a day like this, but Wu Zhishu doesn't speak, doesn't call it a day, and no one is embarrassed to leave alone. This makes the little sisters-in-law who are breastfeeding miserable. They couldn't go back, and the two water ** swelled up, and it hurt slightly. I couldn't hold the milk, so I got it out and got wet on my chest. There is only one solution, and that is to squat down and squeeze it out secretly.

But the stars in the sky are already bright. The stars are getting brighter and bigger, bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, the stars are brilliant. The farmer hunched his back and was still cutting. What does it mean to wear the stars and the moon? That's it. All "draped" on the back. Wu Manling straightened up with a black rumbling and said loudly, "That's it for today." The figures in the rice fields suddenly came alive under the starlight, and after handling the rice handles, they rushed to the river. They have to rush to get on the boat, go for a minute in the morning, and go to bed for a minute.

Wu Manling did not get on the boat. By the way, he also left Duan Fang, "walked back together", and by the way, "there are some words" I want to "talk" with Duan Fang. Wu Manling is often like this, rarely occupying labor time to talk to others, just taking advantage of the gap between work and finishing, in the ridges, in the field, to do their work. The rice boats on the river went away, and the waves on the river became solemn, flickering silently under the starlight in the sky. After all, it was autumn, some insects were chirping, and the empty and open sky was quiet. Wu Manling and Duan Fang were walking back with the starlight in the sky. Wu Manling walked in front, and Duan Fang followed behind. This way of walking is very bad for conversation. But there is no way to do it, the ridge is too narrow to accommodate two people, and it is impossible to stand side by side, only one in front of the other. Duan Fang has always wanted to talk to Wu Manling about being a soldier, but it is inconvenient to speak, so let's talk about it later. The two of them walked like this for a long time in the dark, each with their own thoughts, but the footsteps became clear, and at first it was a little messy, but then it was the same, and there was a unified and neat rhythm. Wu Manling listened to it in her ears and had an indescribable feeling. It's hard to say how it feels. Trying to adjust the pace and disrupt it. But it can't be disrupted for a while. I can only walk more attentively. Where is this heart-to-heart talk, isn't this a hurry? Wu Manling had no choice but to stop and turn around. Because it turned too abruptly, Wu Manling didn't know what she was going to say for a while, but coughed and said, "Actually, it's nothing." "I don't know what to say. The two men had no choice but to tilt their heads up and look at the stars in the sky at the same time. Suddenly, there was a meteor in the sky, so bright that it opened an unprepared head, and it was still very long, crossing half of the sky. In the end, it was gone. When a meteor in the sky was completely extinguished, Wu Manling said:

"Duanfang, are you still sad, right? Sanya left, I didn't comfort you, you know, I can't say anything in my heart, mainly because I don't know what to say. ”

Duan Fang thought for a moment and said:

"Hi. ”

Wu Manling said:

"Don't be too upset. You're still young, and your days are long. ”

Duan Fang thought for a moment and said:

"Hey—"

Wu Manling said:

"Hey what?"

Duan Fang thought for a while, smiled, and said:

"Hi. ”

Wu Manling said:

"Sanya is actually pretty good. At least I think she's pretty good. ”

Duan Fang looked at Wu Manling in the dark and said:

"Wu Zhishu, don't talk about this. ”

Wu Manling suddenly stretched out her hand, pushed it on Duanfang's chest, and blurted out: "It's still called Wu Zhishu, and I'm tearing my mouth like this again!"

Wu Manling didn't expect that she would be like this, such a demeanor, such a tone of speech, floated, and she was also taken aback. But what really surprised Wu Manling was not her frivolity, but the power embodied in frivolity, that is, the aggressive "buoyancy". Like a watermelon pressed in the water, it came out without paying attention, tenaciously and passively. Duan Fang smiled and said, "Of course, you have to call Wu Zhishu, you can't be big or small." Wu Manling didn't say anything more this time, she actually wanted to say it, but she couldn't. She knew that if she spoke at this time, her voice would tremble.

The field was quiet, black, dark, with only a faint glimmer of the stars. Although I couldn't see anything clearly, it was the feeling of the sky and the wildness, and there was a slight wind. It is the autumn wind, which has the meaning of coolness, and will give people a little excitement. Duan Fang has been thinking about it, thinking about how to open his mouth to Wu Zhishu, but he can't open his mouth. Actually, it's quite simple, Duan Fang just doesn't know how to say it. Wu Manling saw that Duan Fang didn't speak, and she didn't speak anymore. The night suddenly became charming. It's a little dark, with a smooth, yet shaggy surface, and an open posture that can be touched by hand. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's enchanting. Wu Manling thought, the night is really charming, I usually don't pay attention. Wu Manling looked at Duan Fang in the dark, don't look at this stupid boy, his head is drooping at this moment, he is shy. Men's shyness is different from women's, women's shyness is commonplace, and men's shyness is touching. Wu Manling wanted to slap Duanfang's head twice and give him two more slaps. In the end, it was still contained. But the heart is full of oceans, with a smooth, yet fluffy surface, with an open posture, softly, surging outward.

Duan Fang's head finally mustered up his courage, raised his head, and said:

"Wu Zhishu, I want to be a soldier this year, and I ask Wu Zhishu to raise your noble hand. ”

Wu Manling opened her mouth and didn't make a sound. What came out was a hot breath. She turned her chin sideways, and her chin rested almost on her left shoulder. And the heartbeat is slowly calming, with its organization, with its discipline. Suddenly, I remembered a person, the Demon King of the Mixed World. No wonder he's so active. No wonder. The answer to the mystery is waiting for me here. yes, it's autumn, it's time for conscription again, how did I forget. That's the case, Wu Manling said to herself in her heart, I said.