The old people over the age of 60 in this town have not experienced adolescence, and they are busy engaging in class struggle, and after finishing it, they suddenly think that they will starve to death if they continue to do it, and they are busy giving birth to children to support their old age. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Later, he said that he relied on the government to provide for the elderly, but the children born could not be stuffed back into their stomachs, and every family could only work as superborn guerrillas to drag their children and daughters to live a poor and crazy life.

In our generation, those who don't have seven aunts and eight aunts are embarrassed to come out and mix. There is a classmate whose grandmother gave birth to 13 in one breath, and his grandmother gave birth to 12 in one breath, and giving birth to a child is more effortless than pooping and peeing.

Detached from the biological attributes of human beings, it is more appropriate to say "production". According to the local customs of the time, the baby girls born would be thrown away at random and thrown into the river to be washed away or thrown into the mountains to feed wild animals.

After careful calculation, his grandmother and grandmother had an average of fifteen or sixteen births.

When I listened to him nag about this, I imagined the utopian world in an American blockbuster, where a woman was in charge of giving birth to a baby in the workshop, and a slimy baby popped out of her belly one moment, and a man was in charge of labeling, and when he encountered a substandard one, he threw it in the trash.

During the New Year's holidays, this classmate went to relatives as if he was fighting, and spent all day in the shouts of his uncles and aunts.

I once asked my grandfather why you only cared about having a baby at that time, and didn't think about whether you could support you after birth. He told me that it was in response to the great call of the wise Chairman Mao to reserve elite soldiers and strong generals to fight against US imperialism. He looked at my little red face and looked at him blankly, and then he laughed and couldn't stop.

After laughing, he touched my brain and said, "It's for you to have a few more cousins, cousins." It dawned on me that this was the case.

When we grew up, there were signs on the side of the road with white lime brushes, "To get rich, have fewer children and build more roads", and "Happy homes have a small population, and the quality of life will be improved".

Most of these slogans are mixed with advertisements for pig feed, baldness and hair loss, impotence and premature ejaculation and infertility, which is actually a signal of some kind of marriage between politics and the market.

People with sharp minds and daring to take risks seized this signal, such as Zhang Bing's father Zhang Dafa, who began to contract coal mines at that time and sent it.

We don't understand the cleverness of these slogans, and we always pee on them, and pour Arabic numerals on the slogans to see who writes more.

Our generation advocates eugenics, and living conditions have greatly improved. Eugenics makes the children in the city very depressed, because there is no one to play with them, so they can only laugh at the dolls or go to the juvenile class to go to prison.

There is no such problem for children raised in the countryside, and the children in the neighborhood play crazy together, and the parents never ask.

F4 is not afraid of the sky and the ground together, the sky can be overturned, and the ground can be collapsed.

At that time, the boys in the town, as long as they reported the name of F4, they could scare the little minions.

We used to ride horses and whips, riding bamboo horses to beat the town wildly, using green cabbage leaves as leather whips to whip our buttocks and shouting "Drive", and the children on both sides of the street looked at us, which reminded me of the famous quote in "The Godfather": friendship is everything.

F4, which is actually an abbreviation for fighter4, has nothing to do with the four in "Meteor Garden", although we always thought that the four of us were more than a little more handsome than them.

In the era of the rise of VCD machines, the place to rent video discs is exciting, and there is a billboard on the side of the road - "VCD rental".

On the blackboard in front of the store are posters of new films that have just arrived, and these symbols of the times are more refreshing than those cheap slogans of eugenics, and have the lethality to penetrate the years.

As soon as you enter the store, the walls are covered with colorful disc jackets, silently telling thrilling or bleak stories. Occasionally, I encountered "**" and "Liao Zhai Yan Tan", which caused the restlessness of teenagers and the ** of youth, and immediately stuffed it back so as not to be seen by the shopkeeper.

The unstoppable voyeurism and anticipation accompanied the entire rental career.

Every VCD rental shop carries a group of boys' dreams about movies. Schwarxinger's biceps and Spielberg's childlike and fantastical films make up our spiritual feast.

Until one day, we went to the store to rent a disc, and the owner threw out a lot of for us to choose from, completely blinding the innocent eyes. We fled in horror and never dared to rent plates with change.

It was a brutal murder of innocence, but it didn't kill, and it wasn't until the real murder came that our red-style childhood smelled of blood.

The Jewish proverb says, "A man has only one heart and two atria." One lives happily; One lives with sorrow. Don't laugh too loudly, or you will wake up the sadness next to you. "Maybe we laughed too loud and woke up the sadness.

Childhood is not only joy, bitterness will come after all. We tirelessly roamed the mountains, woods, and rivers every day, smoking mice, catching sparrows, catching fish, and fighting...... At the moment when my childhood came to an abrupt end, I was caught off guard.

In the summer, the wind and noisy voices filled my memory, and F4 was bored after catching it, so I took a nap on the mat in the hall of Yin Deji's house.

When I woke up, the red light filled the house, and the sunset was like blood, hanging in the western sky like an animal's liver.

However, we only noticed the strange sun, but we didn't notice that Yin Deji's 4-year-old sister Yin Ting, who was sleeping in the back room, was missing.

That night, the bright moon was in the sky, but it could no longer shine on the pure soul of this town.

In the second month, Wen Qiniang's twin grandsons disappeared, and the moonlight that night made people's sweat stand on end, and people panicked.

Her son accidentally fell off a cliff while looking for her grandson and died, and her daughter-in-law went crazy, holding the child's clothes and shoes all day long, and died next to a garbage can a few months later, leaving the lonely old man depressed but never ended.

The last person suffers even more, because she has to endure the blow of loneliness and longing. That year, we grew up in an instant, and we said goodbye to our simple childhood.

From the county seat, you can take the waterway directly to the town, and only small boats can pass. That year, it was said that the town economy would be developed, and the riverbed was blown up for two days, and the river was finally widened, and big ships could come in, but the town was still poor.

The fathers and villagers of the Yi nationality went to the river every day to persuade them, saying that this was a sin to be punished by heaven, and the river god would always come to take revenge. As a result, soon after, the town responded to the Yi family's words with the lives of three children.

The police station investigated for several months, but not a single hair of the child was found. During that time, the terrifying rumors about the mountain ghosts asking for their lives echoed in the hearts of the townspeople, and the school was closed for half a month, which we remember very well.

Since then, Yin Laohan has never laughed, and there has always been a cold war between him and Yin Deji.

Back in town, the scene is shattered: the quaint little bungalows are gone, or painted in all sorts of strange colors.

Several commercial real estate projects on the river beach have sprung up, playing the banner of "paradise" to attract buyers. The crazy real estate fever spread like a plague to the town of Qiaobian, where the mountains fold.

It was dark when Yoon Deok-gi drove me to town, and the motorcycle came all the way like a black fart. It was a full moon, and the moonlight illuminated the outlines of the surrounding mountains very clearly, as majestic as the back of a giant beast.

At the east entrance of the town, the lonely old woman named Wen Qiniang looked at me indifferently under the yellow street lamp, unkempt, and the corners of her eyes were covered with eye droppings, as if she had just escaped from an insane asylum.

After the disappearance of her twin grandsons, her son and daughter-in-law died one after another, and people talked about whether she was dying. One or two decades have passed, and those who talk about her have hung up one after another, but she is alive and well.

When I came back here, there was no strangeness, and I even clearly remembered the scene of a group of children eating around Wen Qiniang.

She lives separately from her son's family, and since there is no one to accompany her, she loves our group of children.

Her house is very dirty, is everywhere, and every time she has to hide from a large area of on the ground like a landmine.

She rarely bathes, never brushes her teeth, has a smoky breath, and has the smell of a thatched house in her home. She chewed the pork skin for a long time and couldn't chew it, so she reluctantly spit it out to us.

When I greeted her, she didn't recognize me, her eyes were full of confusion and inexplicable fear. When I turned around, I saw that she had hurried into the house, and then I heard the sound of the door bolting.

It's a town that is aging fast, and it's a town that is rebuilding quickly. Young people are looking forward to leaving and going to the big city, and those who go to the big city are busy coming back to start their local business.

Some elderly people have no one to rely on, dying in poverty and sickness. Back then, the mayor shouted that the pension depended on the government, but now it seems that he is relied on by the government.

This town is to me like the small village of Minicom, which Hesse wrote about in Peter Carmenzing, the soul mate of the protagonist, as holy as a virgin. Now, commercial housing and farmhouses have turned her from a virgin to a green tea bitch.

Yin Deji said to me: "That year, the four of us had a dream of drifting north, and there are two months left for us to go to the date, remember?" When I drank blood wine and swore poisonously, I laughed to tears when I think about it now. ”

Yin Deji was the first of the four of us to realize the dream of Beipiao, and before graduating from vocational high school, he followed his uncle to BJ and worked as a chef in a "luxurious" Sichuan restaurant.

Later, after we went to BJ to go to school, we learned that this "luxury" restaurant is located in an important strategic location of the CBD a little east of Jingguang Bridge, less than 20 square meters of room with a few mottled tables with paint peeling, luxurious flies flying everywhere, and a "Xiaoqiang" who flaunts his might crawl in the corner from time to time.

Yin Deji said that he set up a bureau to pick up the wind for me at night, and I said that I was tired and couldn't go.

He knew that if I didn't go, I really didn't want to go, so he didn't force it.

In a rustic town, neighborhood disputes and the occasional rumor of adultery can take it by storm. Adults whisper, children eavesdrop curiously.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and in a community maintained by blood, disputes and rumors can be easily purified.

Bridgeside Town is full of secrets, and she's good at hiding them. Every plant and tree in the town has a story and a future, no one will break it, everything is carried out gently, this is the town's method of self-preservation, and it will not change through the ages.

When I returned to the town, I was like a pebble stirring up a pool of water that had been calm for a long time, and this pebble might eventually cause a flood and cause a butterfly effect.

Big BJ and the small town seem to have countless grievances and entanglements, like the roots of a tree and the muddy water are ambiguous, surging, accumulating, waiting to erupt.