When the days are slow, they are slow, and when they are fast, they are fast. Once you don't have to worry about it, life won't be so difficult, it will grow wings. Then you fly. Fly as fast as you want, and fly wherever you want. It doesn't matter. Duan Fang knew that after he knelt down for Wu Manling, his heart to be a soldier was gone. Can't have. How can you meet Wu Manling? Duan Fang didn't go anywhere, and locked himself in a small thatched hut on the pig farm all day. It's a little boring, but it's a little good, he doesn't have to worry about meeting Wu Manling.

It's snowing, it's snowing. The signs of snow were already very noticeable yesterday afternoon, the sky was very low, cloudy and sticky, as if it had been smeared with a thick layer of paste. The snow began to fall after dark, and no one cared. It was a blizzard overnight, and it was particularly big. Because there was no wind, it fell silently, not floating, but falling to the ground one by one. In the second half of the night, heavy snow sealed the plains of the river. The villages are gone, the winter wheat is gone, and the earth is leveled and smooth. The haystacks were swollen, and the low thatched huts were swollen, round, with a thick, and at the same time full outline. Cute. Only the trees were still the same, their branches were bare, they looked thinner, sharper, and still, but they looked like they were causing trouble.

Duanfang didn't wake up, strictly speaking, he was awakened by the reflection of the snow. The reflection of the snow was fierce and sharp, and they rushed in through the doorway, stronger than the summer sun. Duan Fang opened his eyes, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a world of silver light. When he got up, the old camel was already there to roast pig food, and the firelight reflected his face, and his face had a relationship between light and dark, and the three-dimensional sense was enhanced, like a picture in a color movie. Duan Fang came to the door, and a new world appeared in front of him, as far as the eye could see. The world is clear, reflective, and strange. I don't know when I am or where I am. Duan Fang narrowed his eyes, took a big breath, and the cold air rushed into his body at once, smashing his muscles and bones.

Duan Fang took a sip, and milky white gas immediately wafted out of his mouth. Duan Fang noticed that his breath was actually milky white, and two strands split out in his nostrils, floating in front of him one after another. Interesting. Duanfang heard the pig's chirping, turned around, and noticed that the little black sow was already lying in their hut, not far from the stove. This black sow is no longer a bride, it has been pregnant for a long time, and its belly has long been erect. The old camel must have gotten up in the middle of the night and invited him into the house. Now it was very happy and very peaceful to conceive there. The gilts brought a strong smell, the smell of domestic animals, plus the straw, plus the boiled pig food, the air in the hut was extraordinarily complicated, thick, dirty, not unpleasant, on the contrary, happy. Duan Fang glanced at the red face of the old camel, the atmosphere in the small thatched hut was wonderful, the person seemed to be wrapped in something, there was a kind of rich energy, and there was some warmth. It is the appearance of food and clothing, and the appearance of being in full swing. It's especially nice on a snowy day like this.

Seeing that Duan Fang had gotten up, the old camel brought two old corn cobs and roasted them in the pot. In just a moment, the fragrance of old corn overflowed and rippled, filling the small thatched hut. The old camel roasted the old corn, and said angrily: "Duanfang, the road is not easy to walk, don't go home for breakfast, eat two sticks to fill your stomach." Duan Fang could hear that the old camel was stammering himself, and he was worried that Duan Fang would blast the black sow out. Duan Fang knew what he was thinking. This old camel, for the sake of the pig, he can put down his face. Duan Fang took the black old corn cob, sat on the threshold, put the old corn on the threshold and knocked it, and gnawed it hotly. After two bites, I was a little thirsty, so I grabbed a handful of snow and covered it in my mouth, which was equivalent to drinking. Duan Fang gnawed and drank at the same time, this breakfast was not bad. It's delicious. The black sow must have been summoned by the aroma and came to Duanfang. It looked pitifully at the end through its big ears, and snorted. When it was over, Duan Fang broke a few corn kernels and put them in the palm of his hand, and the black sow licked it away. The belly of the black sow is really not small, it has reached the point of being overwhelmed, and the belly is stuck to the ground. The nipples are all dragged on the floor. Duan Fang blinked his eyes, and remembered that it had been breeding for some days, and it was about to give birth in a few days. I don't think I'll give birth to a big litter of baby camels. Probably not.

Not far away, all the pigs in the pigsty were barking. They must have been hungry and cold, and the sound they screamed was not the same as usual, a little shivering. The old camel was not in a hurry, he boiled the pig food and hot water, took the bucket, and began to prepare the pig food. After the matching, put your hand into the pig food and stir vigorously, so that the cold and heat are even. Duanfang turned his head, looked at the snow all over the ground, and stood up. He took the big spoon from the old camel's hand and said, "The ground is slippery, you rest, I will come today." The old camel was not polite, his hands were dripping with water, so he could only wipe his nose with his cuffs, and said with a smile: "Take other people's hands are short, and eat other people's mouths are short." You've eaten my stick, it's your turn. ”

It's icy and snowy, but the sky is clear. The sun had risen, and the snow on the ground was unusually bright and slightly red. It's all kinds of charming. Chairman Mao said it well, this can be called "red wrapping". Duan Fang carried two large buckets, steaming hot from his mouth, and ran one pigsty after another. He hadn't been here on this side of the pigsty for a long time, so to speak, and he was deliberately avoiding it. He is avoiding the place where the red flag eats, in fact, in the final analysis, he is still avoiding the pain in his heart. The place where the red flag eats is always reminding Duan Fang - you are the one who knelt and kowtowed to Wu Manling. Duan Fang's self-esteem died on that day, others don't know, Duan Fang himself knows, his self-esteem has long been fed to the dog, and his self-esteem has long eaten. His self-esteem was gone, there was nothing left. It's hard to look back. The thing Duanfang is most afraid of now is to meet Wu Manling. I don't know how Wu Manling despises him in her heart. As soon as I thought of this Duan Fang's heart bleed, this one couldn't complain about others, it was Duan Fang himself who stabbed himself. Wu Manling is nothing else, she is now a mirror. Duan Fang is just a mess of in the mirror. It's dog shit, pig shit, chicken shit. It's eye droppings, nose droppings, and ear droppings. People like you still want to be soldiers? Forget it, raise pigs.

The explosion of firecrackers suddenly came from afar, it was a double sound, and in the clear and clear blue sky after the snow, there was a "bang", a little muffled, but then, a "click", crisp. This was just the beginning, and the explosions followed, and the cold air warmed up, and there was celebration out of thin air. Duan Fang put down the bucket and looked in the direction of the east of the river, and the sound of firecrackers should have been transmitted from the side of the brigade headquarters. What are you doing with firecrackers? The sound of firecrackers has not stopped, but the sound of gongs and drums has followed one after another, resounding in the sky. Duan Fang remembered, such a big movement, it seemed that he was sending off the recruits. Yes, the Demon King of the Mixed World left today, this is to bid farewell to the Demon King of the Mixed World. Duanfang's heart suddenly felt a pain, and he cone inside. Duan Fang put down the bucket and was about to go to the village, but after only two or three steps, he stopped. Duan Fang turned his head sideways and glanced at the distance, the white earth shone with thousands of rays of light, the snow light was clean, clear, crystalline, and there was a sharp cold. Duan Fang stood there, holding on to the flat pole, and suddenly had mixed feelings. In fact, his heart was empty, and his heart was like water. It's a contradictory situation, it's hard to say. If it's hard to say, then don't talk about it.

Duan Fang finally put down the work in his hand and passed. Sure enough, the door of the brigade headquarters was crowded with people, and the snow on the ground had been trampled into chaos by everyone, and it looked like a mess. The Demon King of the Mixed World was standing in the snow, giving everyone a cigarette. His hair is special today, steaming hot, like a steamer with a pot open. The children are all around the demon king of the mixed world, although he is still dressed in civilian clothes, but, in the hearts of the children, he is already "wearing a red star on his head, and the red flag of the revolution is hanging on both sides". Duan Fang looked at the Demon King of the Mixed World from afar, a little at a loss, and didn't know whether it was better to walk up or stand in place. I can't make up my mind. Duan Fang thought, I still have to go over, and the demon king of the mixed world may be the last side, from now on, the world is different, and it is actually impossible to meet again. Thinking about it, Duan Fang walked up. Because the cadres in the village were all there, and Wu Manling was also there, Duan Fang stiffened, went around to the back of the Demon King of the Mixed World, and slapped him on the shoulder. The Demon King of the Mixed World turned. The Demon King of the Mixed World only glanced at Duan Fang, and then his gaze was gone. I took out my cigarette, and it was the last one. The Demon King of the Mixed World saluted and wanted to give the end a point. But his hands were shaking, and he couldn't strike a match. Duan Fang took the match from the hand of the Demon King of the Mixed World, lit it, took a big puff, and slowly exhaled it, a bit like a locomotive in a movie. Duan Fang dropped the cigarettes in his hand one by one and handed them to the Demon King of the Mixed World. It's kind of respecting him. The Demon King of the Mixed World took it, and also took a big puff, his hands were shaking, the cigarette was shaking, his lips were pursed, and he wanted to say something, but his eyes were red. Duan Fang immediately stretched out his slap and slapped him on the shoulder again, and he slapped him again, which was very heavy, and everything was in plain sight. The two of them didn't say anything, so they exchanged cigarettes in their hands, you take a puff, I take a puff, and there is no one around. The surroundings fell silent, and they looked at them together. They smoke there.

After smoking the cigarette, the Demon King of the Mixed World threw the cigarette butt on the messy and rotten snow, and stepped on it very unnecessarily. It's on the road. Wu Manling took the lead and applauded. Everyone applauded. Most of the people followed the Demon King of the Mixed World and slowly dispersed. Duan Fang's two hands were stuck in his trouser pockets together, his head was lowered, and he just wanted to leave, but Wu Manling stopped him. Wu Manling said: "Duanfang." He stood on his feet and didn't look into her eyes. Wu Manling whispered: "Duan Fang, ignore me?" Although there were still some idlers next to him, but after all, the attention was elsewhere, Duan Fang and Wu Manling stood in the sparse crowd, but formed a pattern that could be talked about secretly. Duan Fang smiled very unnaturally, very briefly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Duan Fang's smile Wu Manling saw it in her eyes, she wanted to say something, but she blocked it. In the end, nothing was said. Wu Manling's heart suddenly had a bit of sourness, not only for the other side, but also for herself, which was extraordinarily sloppy. She didn't want to go around the bend, in order to ease the atmosphere between the two people, Wu Manling put her slap on Duanfang's shoulder, she wanted to tell him that as long as she was still the branch secretary of Wangjiazhuang, she would definitely fulfill him next year. But Wu Manling didn't have time to speak, she looked away and grabbed Wu Manling's wrist. Slowly, let it go. This action is so hurtful. Thankfully, no one was looking at them, and they did so in the crowd very secretly.

Wu Manling stood alone on the snow and narrowed her eyes. It was still lively just now, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone, leaving only her alone, and of course, her dog. Wu Manling looked at the road where the Demon King of the Mixed World had walked away, the branches were all bare, extremely thin, extraordinarily chaotic, and extraordinarily hard. It's very gloomy. It's lonely. It's a standard winter scene that I can't bear to look at too much. Wu Manling sighed, the Demon King of the Mixed World was gone, her most difficult "problem" was finally solved, but her mood became complicated. Half of it is because of Duanfang, and the other half is still because of the Demon King of the Mixed World. The Demon King of the Mixed World came to the brigade headquarters last night, and it was very late. He came to say goodbye to Wu Manling. The farewell ceremony of the Demon King of the Mixed World is quite special. He sat on the stool all the time, sat dry, and didn't move. Wu Manling was disgusted when she saw him, so she naturally didn't give him a good face. Of course, Wu Manling is not afraid, and he must not do anything to Wu Manling at such a time. Such a situation should be due to the scruples of both parties. They just sat like that. Wu Manling knows that as long as she gets through this, she will never see this face again in her life. One minute is one minute less. After sitting like this for an hour, the Demon King of the Mixed World finally couldn't bear it anymore and stood up. He walked towards Wu Manling's side step by step. Wu Manling's heart fluttered and she also stood up. The Demon King of the Mixed World walked up to Wu Manling and put his face up. Slowly, facing Wu Manling's face, he leaned up. Wu Manling finally mustered up her courage, took a deep breath, coughed out a mouthful of phlegm, and spit on the face of the Demon King of the Mixed World. Wu Manling's phlegm hung on the eyebrows of the Demon King of the Mixed World's left eye, dripping down. The Demon King of the Mixed World didn't hide, nor did he wipe it, letting the phlegm flow down the bridge of his nose. The Demon King of the Mixed World said:

"Manling, thank you. I've been waiting for you to take my bite. ”

Wu Manling stood in the snow, and the Demon King of the Mixed World had disappeared without a trace. She lifted her hand and looked at it. She remembered Duan Fang's actions just now. Duan Fang's actions were really not much worse than her spit.

Since the beginning of winter, Shen Cuizhen has always had a headache, on one side, most of which is on the left. I can't say how much it hurts, but it doesn't get better. Even if it is during the day, Shen Cuizhen can't stand it the most at night. The pain during the night was intense. This time, Shen Cuizhen couldn't sleep anymore. Occasionally I fall asleep, it's all dreams, I always dream of Duanfang when he was young, and I always dream of Duanfang when his father is alive. Vivid. Such a dream cannot be said to Wang Cunliang, and no matter how big a male general is, he can't listen to such a dream. Shen Cuizhen went to the cooperative medical treatment to find Xinglong, Xinglong fiddled with her head, here and there, but she didn't see any clue. Xinglong said, "It's okay." When the pain was severe, I took medicine, but I couldn't bear it, so I took an injection. "Shen Cuizhen didn't take injections, but she took a lot of medicine, and it didn't have any effect at all. It still hurts.

The northeast wind had been blowing early in the morning, but Shen Cuizhen called Duan Fang and Duan Zheng that she wanted to take them back to her mother's home, that is, Dongtan Village in Baiju Town, Dafeng County. Shen Cuizhen had an extremely bad dream, and she dreamed of Duanfang's father again. Duanfang's father was very unhappy in Shen Cuizhen's dream, and said, "Cuizhen, how many days have you not come back, you also come back to see me." "He's complaining. Shen Cuizhen was shocked and sweated, pinched her fingers in the quilt, and didn't go back for a few days. Yes, there are days. Shen Cuizhen is different from ordinary women, why doesn't she want to go back? There's an unbearable side here. A woman who has never been a widow can't understand this layer no matter how she says. The warmth and coldness here, not to mention. Shen Cuizhen woke up, lay on the bed, couldn't sleep anymore, and wanted to cry well. As soon as he heard Wang Cunliang's snoring, he had to quietly wipe his tears a few times on the pillow. This is the case with women who have been widows, and their pillows are complicated. That night, Shen Cuizhen found the root of her illness very clearly, it was Duanfang's father who was talking about herself. Once the ghost talks to someone, whose head hurts. Who doesn't understand this truth? I must go back to my parents' house, Shen Cuizhen said to herself, saying that she can't delay anything. Attached to his father's grave in Xitan Village, he replied to the dead ghost: Don't talk about it, aren't I all right.

Wangjiazhuang, Zhongbao Town, Xinghua County, is actually fifty or sixty miles away from Dongtan Village, Baiju Town, Dafeng County, which is not far away. However, this is the case with the plains of the Lixia River, which is a water network area with no straight avenues. You have to walk around, cross the river, cross the bridge, and the actual walk will be no less than a hundred miles, and it will take a whole day. Actually, it's still far away. Far away is good, and the long distance is most suitable for widows' second marriage. Duan Fang refused to go back at first, and he was afraid. Although the other end is said to be relatives, the meeting of relatives is not necessarily warm and pleasant content, for some special families, it has its own biting place. It is very contradictory here, on the one hand, he is close to Dongtan Village, and on the other hand, Dongtan Village makes him awkward. Duan Fang grew up in the care of the villagers from childhood to adulthood, and this time the whole village is his benefactor. Pull out one at random, as long as there is one, it is his father, as long as there are two **, it is his mother. Duanfang could not forget the morning when he left Dongtan Village, his mother kept forcing him to kowtow, and he would kowtow when he saw people. The little end party doesn't know what he owes to the world, and the day this debt will be paid off. For his hometown, Duanfang's mood can only be summed up in one word: respect and stay away.

Duan Fang didn't want to suffer such a sin. The mother didn't follow him this time, even dragged and pulled, pulled up and went on the road. Shen Cuizhen didn't bring any decent gifts because she was in a hurry, but just went to Wangjiazhuang Primary School to find a decent teacher. The teachers took cash every month, and when they had more money, they cheekily borrowed five yuan and went back to the door.

Dongtan Village is nothing more than that, except for the accents of people's voices that have some chic, what is left is almost another copy of Wangjiazhuang. A few trees, a few low grass houses, and some people in the middle. When I came to Dongtan Village, it was already dark. Shen Cuizhen walked into her mother's house and saw her mother under the small oil lamp. I haven't seen each other for so many years, and the old mother is already in her last years, so old that she is wrinkled and shriveled to only a small handful. I can pick it up. Shen Cuizhen only glanced at it, and in an instant, her heart was like a knife, and she walked up quickly and knelt at her mother's feet. The old mother was startled and didn't recognize it. The old mother could no longer imagine that her daughter could come back at such an end of the year, how cold the day, how windy, and how far away. The old mother was "obedient" and a hard-working child, which broke Shen Cuizhen's heart. "The girl who marries out, spills the water", just talk. Where can it be so lightweight. Mother and daughter are always flesh and blood, with indescribable warmth and desolation. Taking advantage of such a gap, Duan Fang said hello to his uncle and aunt, it was the heat of reunion after a long absence, but he couldn't get rid of the panic. Everything is the same as in the past, the furnishings at home, and the people, have not changed, but they are all old, no matter how you look at it, it is a bit plausible, and in the final analysis, it is still plausible. There is a mixture of joy and sorrow. Duan Fang has always had something in his heart, hot, but cold, arching in all directions. Shen Cuizhen knelt on the ground, and while shedding tears, she dragged Duanzheng over and asked him to kneel. Duan Fang dragged it and respectfully respected, "Grandma". Duan Fang couldn't let his own brother kneel. Not to anyone. Once a person kneels, then you can't finish kneeling. It's endless, and it will become a habit. His younger brother didn't owe anything to Dongtan Village, and Duanfang couldn't let him kneel down in this place if he said anything.

That is, the work of a bag of cigarettes, the news of Cui Zhen and Duanfang's return spread, and the third aunt, the sixth uncle, the fifth uncle, and the eighth grandmother all came. A room full of people. Duan Fang is a junior here, except for saying hello, Duan Fang doesn't speak, and honestly stays aside. Duan Fang was listening to them. The conversation was about some boring people, and some boring things, and Duan Fang was not interested at all. But they talked about it. Yes, relish. Duan Fang seems to be in a dream. But it's not a dream, everything is real, and you can reach out and touch it. Wangjiazhuang became a dream, it receded, and after a day's trek, it was out of reach. Life is a piece of tofu, and time slaps it to pieces, splashing everywhere in vain. These unpicked scraps are what life should be, they are scattered and have nothing to do with each other. By the time they're back in a bowl, you'll finally recognize its shattered condition, and you won't remember how square it used to be. They are bittersweet and sour. Scald. Take a bite and you'll burst into tears. All you can do is posthumously. That's all. Duan Fang thought that he had forgotten everything here, and in the end, it was here. It's only a day's away. It's just a little bit like a world away.

I didn't sleep well that night. On the bed of his childhood, Duan Fang was surprised to find that the bed was actually the one he used when he was a child. The discovery was astonishing. The smell of years ago wafted over and became the fingers of the hand, touching him. Life suddenly went on. What kind of life has been continued? Where is the continuation? I can't say. But one thing is certain, on the other hand, life is undoubtedly a cut. Chopped off. It's completely replaced, it's covered, it's a different look. And the original life was hidden, sealed. In fact, it is buried alive. Where have you been all these years, and how did you "come here"? Duan Fang couldn't even remember. Where? It's not so serious, but it's a tear-jerking.

A guest is a guest after all, even if it's in one's own hometown. Early the next morning, Duan Fang was called up by Shen Cuizhen, and he had to go on the road. yes, you have to get on the road. Duan Fang remembered that this was just Dongtan Village. They still have to go west, and Xitan Village is waiting for them. Xitan Village is his real home, where he was born and drank. After traveling three or four miles to the west, Xitan Village arrived. Strange. Duan Fang was surprised to find that this place connected with his own flesh and blood actually had nothing to do with him. He has no memory. Or rather, all his memories have been blurred and covered with a layer of paper. In a trance. As soon as they came to "their own" home, the trembling grandfather and grandmother hugged the two brothers tightly. Some live to sin. I want to break free, but I can't break free. Duan Fang was numb, and he looked through his own teary eyes and looked at the other teary eyes. The teary eyes were cloudy, with the content of wind and frost, and the content of a long time. Duan Fang kept nodding, and beside him stood his uncle, uncle, cousin, and cousins. No one said anything. are all clapping with their hands. No matter who it is, it will be out of control as soon as you open your mouth.

After a simple and brief meeting, the most important moment finally came. Shen Cuizhen led Duanfang and Duanzheng to the mass grave in Xitan Village. The mass graves of winter are desolate, the branches are bare, the grass is withered, the soil is compacted, and crows crow overhead. There is no death here, but the smell of death is extraordinarily strong and vivid. Many of the graves have collapsed, symbolically, just a small bag of earth. Fortunately, Duan Fang's uncle led the way, otherwise, they would have lost their way in the mass grave. Finally, in front of a low, earthy mound, Shen Cuizhen stopped. She turned her head before she could let go of her throat. Shen Cuizhen looked at her eldest son, her face already deformed. Shen Cuizhen said: "Your father." ”

Duan Fang was stunned for a moment, as if he had just gotten bad news. He came prepared, and at this moment, the news of death came suddenly and conclusively. Duan Fang sorrow comes from it. In just an instant, he was already burned inside. Duan Fang's legs were weak, and he couldn't help but kneel. He lay on the cold dirt, stroked it attentively, and finally pinched it again. The dirt was shattered, turned into sand, and flowed out of his fingers. That is to say, Duan Fang did not grasp anything, and both hands were empty. Duan Fang wanted to endure it, but finally he couldn't hold back. His voice erupted. The sound that erupted from the end frightened the end. Kneeling beside Duanfang, he shook his brother vigorously. He was terrified and kept shouting, "Brother!"

This is the case with those who lost their fathers at an early age, and when they were growing up, they "knew" that their father was dead, but at the same time, they "didn't know". On the one hand, it is out of the goodwill of the adults, who are worried that the children will not be able to withstand such a huge blow, and always say to the children, your father is "sleeping", your father is "out", going to a "far, far away" place, and when you grow up, he will "come back". Such promises are vain, but deep-rooted, and from time to time they reveal the stamens of sorrow. On the other hand, when people are young, they have no physical memory of their father, and the longer they pass, the more vague their memory of their father becomes, and the more they disbelieve in death. When he grew up and understood, he was actually clear in his mind, but he couldn't get rid of a stubborn fantasy: his father "will come back". Daddy will appear in an alley full of sunsets on a magical evening, on a corner, and suddenly stop you, full of spring breeze. Daddy calls out your name and tells you, "I'm your daddy, I'm back." "It's a heart-wrenching fantasy. How stubborn it is. How stubborn. But as long as you don't think about it, you don't touch it. Don't touch it, that's fine, it's fine.

But "it" is going to touch you after all. "Bumping" is a necessity of life, and sooner or later it will be encountered. When you are young, your grief can escape, and when you grow up, when it comes time for you to face it, your grief will have to be made up. All of them have to be returned. Duan Fang lay on his father's grave, and his deeply hidden illusions were shattered. The grave testifies here. If Shen Cuizhen could understand how Duan Fang was now, she would definitely tell the young Duan Fang ruthlessly: "Your father is dead, he can't come back, and he will never come back." "In this way, today's end side will not be like this at least. What it's like to die and come alive.

The physical exertion of grief is staggering, and Duan Fang can't imagine it. After crying, Duan Fang's body no longer had a trace of strength, the whole person was soft, cramped, couldn't get up, and could only sit on the ground. Idle. It was freezing, it was cold under the buttocks, and the wind was rising, and it hurt people's faces. It was Duanfang's uncle who lifted Duanfang up from the ground. Duan Fang saw it now, and his mother was still on the side. The mother was also in a daze. Her gaze was scattered, but she was concentrating, looking at something, looking at nothing. It's the way you think about something, the way you don't think about anything. Mother suddenly let out a sigh of relief, like a convulsion. Duan Fang walked up and helped her. The mother didn't seem to want to stand up, and her ass was lying on the ground. This Lai's mother cried again, but she couldn't cry, and her tears were gone. Duan Fang put his arms around his mother's waist and used his strength to breastfeed, almost pulling his mother up. Shen Cuizhen didn't stand firm, stumbled and leaned on Duan Fang's body. The wind ruffled her mother's hair, which was already gray. Duan Fang had never looked at his mother's hair so closely, and suddenly found that his mother was also old. Duan Fang's chest suddenly rolled through a wave of sadness, and blurted out "Mom". Duan Fang hugged his mother tightly. This is the only hug that their mother and son have in their lives, and it is not actually a hug. It was at the grave of his biological father. Shen Cuizhen leaned her neck against Duanfang's chest, weak and soft. She replied with a long sigh.

Duanfang lay in a small hut on the pig farm for two days, and after two days he recovered his strength. His entrails were boiled in boiling water. His strength was restored, but Duan Fang was still reluctant to get up, mainly because it was too cold. On such a cold day, what are you doing when you get up, it's better to lie down. Hongqi, Dalu and other subordinates often come over to make some reports to him, and of course, ask for instructions. Because there were too many individual conversations, Duan Fang unexpectedly found that his subordinates were not united with each other, and they always had to say bad things about each other, make small reports, or something. On such issues, the parties generally do not express their opinions, lest they take partiality. He doesn't favor anyone, which means that he can clean up anyone. When he was really bored, he took out one, cleaned up, and relieved his boredom. It's still quite fun. Internal struggle and education are always necessary, it is long-term, and it can be more brutal when necessary. A little cruelty is even more fun. Duan Fang likes to look at their panicked looks, and there is indescribable happiness here. Idle is also idle. Duan Fang held his cigarette pot in his mouth, thinking, I still have to pull Pei Quan out once and repair it for a while. Pei Quan's performance was not good a few days ago, he thought that Duan Fang could be a soldier and would leave Wangjiazhuang sooner or later. He saw hope, and there were signs of imminent movement, and the danger of restoration grew in him. This man, how to put it, is not honest, is not willing to accept the paradise he has lost. Peiquan's biggest problem is to talk nonsense and move around. This problem needs to be solved. This year will not work next year, next year will not work the year after next, and the year after next will not be the year after tomorrow. Find something to feed him, so that he has enough to eat.

The end side was not able to solve the problem of Peiquan immediately. The situation has changed, and the end side can't pull out. The black sow has a calf. The black sow's litter was in the middle of the night, Duanfang slept well, and the old camel carried a horse lamp and lifted Duanfang's bed. Duan Fang straightened up and asked in a daze, "What's the matter?" The old camel's face was unusually excited, and it was a serious situation. The old camel said, "Get up, boil water." "Duanfang is actually still dreaming. In the dream, Pei Quan was pulled out by Dalu and Guole, and was hung on the locust tree at the entrance of the brigade department, and all the people were around Duanfang, and everyone was holding a leather whip in their hands. They were waiting for orders from the end side, ready to draw. What a dream, interrupted alive by an old camel. Duan Fang was a little unhappy, and asked, "What the hell is going on?" The old camel did not speak this time, and he pointed his chin at the black sow on the ground. Duan Fang immediately understood.

The old camel turned his padded jacket upside down, it was black, and a rope was tied in the middle. The cuffs are pulled up extremely high. Due to the excitement, his nostrils were full of snot, and he had no time to blow it, so he could only wipe it with his arm. The lantern had already been hung, and the center of the lantern was twisted very big by the old camel, so that the house was full of the light of the lantern. Dusk, warm. The old camel washed his hands, put his middle and index fingers together at the farrowing door of the black sow, measured them, and said to himself, "It's almost over." You boil water to go. Duan Fang sat at the door of the pot and helped the old camel boil water. The flames in the hearth were reflected on Duanfang's body, and Duanfang was roasted after a while, and his drowsiness was gone. Duan Fang thought, it has been so long since he came to the pig farm, and it is the first time he has done things so happily.

The water is boiling, and the heat is pouring out along the edge of the lid. Duan Fang didn't stop, he was still adding grass to the hearth. He made up his mind to fill the thatched hut with steam. This time the room will be warmer. The little piglets are about to come into this world, and they have just left their mother's belly, so they can't let their family freeze. Slowly, the fog in the small thatched hut rose, reminding Duan Fang of the bathhouse in Zhongbao Town. The old camel was not far from Duanfang, but, because of the fog, he was blurred and seemed distant. The atmosphere in the small thatched hut immediately warmed up, with auspicious and festive ingredients. Although there are only two people, Duan Fang and Lao Camel, Duan Fang feels that this year's Spring Festival has come. In the first half of the night, it is the Spring Festival for two people, and of course, the black sow must be added. The old camel took his futon, put it on the tail of the black sow, and sat there very squarely, waiting quietly. The appearance of the old camel spoiled the festive atmosphere in the small hut, a little solemn, but on the whole, it was good. Duan Fang felt that they were now a family. This feeling is strange, but it is real, and there is no element of falsehood. The old camel sat there, not even smoking dry tobacco. The lantern illuminated him, and the lantern also illuminated the black sow lying on the ground. It's only half a face. This static picture is in front of Duan Fang, and Duan Fang looks at them, which is not seen in a hundred years. Outside, the cold wind howled and lengthened the sound in the corners of the eaves and walls. It sounds terrible. It's good to be warm in the house, whatever. Leave it alone.

The patience of the old camel was rewarded. The first piglet showed its tiny head. It's not black, it's white. The black sow is struggling. When the little piglet's head reached the neck, the old camel stretched out his hand and grabbed the little piglet. His mouth was open, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were one by one, emitting a hairy glow. He's tugging. His hands are powerful, but even softer, with an extremely slow rhythm. There was a quiet cooperation between his hand and the efforts of the black sow, the kind of tacit understanding that had been negotiated in advance. Now, the little piglet's body is out and steaming. The mouth of the old camel opened wider and wider, and it had reached the point of eating people. But the old camel didn't notice it. The little piglet's body grew bigger and bigger, and the old camel freed up one hand and held it up, and finally, it was two hind legs that were side by side. The old camel pulled gently, and the first little piglet was born in the palm of the old camel's palm. The old camel quietly put the newborn little white pig on the straw, gently peeled off its afterbirth, and wiped it with straw. The old camel looked at it and laughed silently. His gaze was so kind, it was simply kind. The old camel flicked the belly of the little white pig, and saw that it was a little boar. The old camel said, "You are still blessed, you are a big brother." You are blessed. Water. End square, water. Duan Fang turned around, hurriedly made hot water, and served it to the old camel. The old camel picked up the rag and put his hand into the water. He's going to give the little piglet a hot bath. But the old camel suddenly screamed, and Duan Fang was startled, and the black sow was also startled. Looking at the old camel's hand again, the skin on his hand became a trick and floated, like a balloon, blowing bigger and bigger. Eventually, it turned into a huge blister, translucent, and dangling. Only then did Duan Fang realize that the water he brought over was boiling, and it had not yet been mixed with cold water. The old camel was in pain. Duan Fang was extremely ashamed, and he felt so guilty that he was terrible. The old camel said, "It's all right, bring me some cold water." "The old camel dipped his hands in cold water and used cold water to town. The old camel said, "Duanfang, fortunately I was not reckless, otherwise, the life of the little brother would have been gone." The old camel furrowed his brow and said, "It hurts." It just hurts. Duan Fang had no choice but to help him aside, light a bag of cigarettes, and put it in the mouth of the old camel. The old camel got out of the way. Duan Fang said: "I'm really sorry. The old camel said, "It's all right." "After a little rest, the old camel's heartache has not passed, and there is a new situation on the black sow's buttocks. Duan Fang said embarrassedly: "Otherwise, I'll come." The old camel shook his head, and did not give a face, and said, "I don't worry about you." ”

This night is long, and it can be said that it is the longest night in Duanfang. In a sense, however, it was another very swift night. The black sow gives birth to one, rests for a while, has another one, and rests again. A total of sixteen piglets were born. The hut was full of life. This bunch of little things is interesting, it's a litter of mongrels. Duan Fang counted six black, seven white, and the remaining three, which were black and white, were flower pigs. The cutest thing is precisely the little flower pig at the end. It was smaller than its older brothers and sisters in front of it, and it was not so energetic, and it was the kind of dying look. The old camel washed and wiped it clean, and wanted to hold it in his arms, but at last it was inconvenient, so he sent it to Duanfang's arms. Duan Fang was a little reluctant. But when I saw the old camel's hand, I was embarrassed, but I took it anyway. It was a little awkward at first, but then it got better. The old camel said, "Duanfang, you remember, the last one, nine times out of ten, will die, and if you don't get it right, the old sow will eat it." Duan Fang's eyes widened, not convinced. How can a sow eat her own children? The old camel said, "God has arranged this, the sow has just finished giving birth, and its body is at a loss, for the sake of this large group of children, it needs nutrition." The old camel said, "Duanfang, if you can save the last little piglet, and save it, you can tell others that you can raise pigs." You boil a pot of porridge when you go back, and I'll feed it. Duan Fang said: "Let's let it eat milk, it won't eat anywhere." The old camel smiled. The old camel said, "It will eat." But it can't compete with others. - Do you think it's easy to get a nipple? Gotta grab it. Duan Fang looked at the little flower pig in his arms, it was washed clean by the old camel, its face was full of wrinkles, and it had an old breath out of thin air. It had its eyes closed tightly and was only a little thin. Shaking constantly. Pitiful, cute. Duan Fang was full of pity for it. Duan Fang raised his head, only to find that the old camel's hand was no longer visible. Huge blisters hung on its hands, and they were about to fall, and a gust of wind could burst them. Duan Fang didn't know what to say. By this time it was already dawn, and there was a touch of dawn through the crack in the door, and there were four or five of them. Duanfang made a surprise promise. Duanfang said to the old camel: "Old Caizi, don't worry. ”