I stood on the yellow mud road on the edge of the mountain forest, looking around carefully, I am sure that I came to this place for the first time, but I always felt that this place was very familiar, many things, such as the mountain forest behind me, the grass and trees in it, seemed to have been engraved in the depths of my soul for a long time, I can clearly know what is in this mountain forest, where there are flowers, where there is grass, where there is a road, where there are wild boars and leopards and other fierce beasts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't know why, I just know that since the moment I stepped out of the forest, I felt like a different person, and my mind always showed familiar pictures from time to time, which were the surroundings of the place I was about to experience and walk through. I felt strange, but I didn't know why.

Walking on the yellow mud road that was badly washed away by the flood, leaving deep ditches and nests of pebbles on the road, looking at the surrounding environment, I felt even stronger at the moment, everything I saw in front of me was the environment that appeared in my mind, so this place seemed very familiar to me.

From time to time I could see in the ditch by the roadside, a few blackened bamboos, and the occasional half-rotten cow rope, which I knew was a sign that the village was about to appear.

Not far from the side of the road, there is a small pool, there is a black shadow in it, I don't care about it I think it's a stone, I look closely and find that it is a cow lying in the pool, the cow's face is full of wrinkles, there is a beard, the eyes are tired, it seems that it was born so old, well, it is said that the old age of the cow is genetic.

A few more steps, there is a plantain forest in front, and behind the plantain forest emerges a boxy turret, the walls of which are as black as the bottom of a pot, obviously smoky and burning.

This place must have been baptized by war before, right? Otherwise, how could there be a turret in the village?

At this time, I clearly showed the dense crowd of houses behind the turret, which were tightly packed and entangled with each other, and the walls were all made of stone. The stone walls were thick, and the windows above were open high and small, presumably to prevent bandits from climbing or to prevent the miasma from pouring in.

All these scenes seem to have been engraved in my memory for a long time, and now when I see the turret, the memory of the village that is about to appear in my mind is becoming clearer and clearer.

"Hell, when the hell have I been here?"

I looked down and thought as I walked forward. Well, turn the corner in front, it should be a stone road that is not very wide, step on the stone road, you can bypass the banana forest, and then pass a small low house, turn to the left, you can see an empty old banyan tree behind the turret. In addition, not far from the old banyan tree, there is a ginkgo or camphor tree, but it has been killed by thunder.

A moment later, the picture I had imagined in my head was confirmed!

The hollow old banyan tree in my mind was indeed a hollow tree hole, and there were two little babies playing in front of the tree hole at the moment, and it seemed that such a scene was basically manifested according to the scene I imagined in my mind.

I could not help but predict again that behind the old banyan tree there was a bullpen made of mud and branches, and under the eaves of the bullpen there were several piles of black cow dung, and a rusty plough or rake leaning against the edge of a stone mortar, which was crooked, and covered with mud and fallen leaves.

To verify my predictions, I walked over and they appeared in front of me! Even the crooked stone mortar was the same as I imagined, and the sand and fallen leaves on it were all familiar to me!

Of course, there is no stagnant water in the stone mortar in my imagination, but there is a lot of stagnant water in the stone mortar in front of me.

I can be sure that I have never been to this place because I am from the city and I grew up in the city and this is the first time in my life that I have come to this kind of mountain village. So, I can tell you that I would never have been here before.

Also, I can be sure that I've never had meningitis, I've never been mentally ill, and my brain should work.

So, have you seen all this in front of you in the movie? Or maybe you've heard it from your friends? Or did you vaguely appear in a dream?

……

What's even stranger is that the villagers here all seem to know me.

Just as I was pulling up my trousers and probing the stones to cross the stream, a man of about thirty or forty years old came down from the mountain with a load of A-shaped firewood, and when he saw that I was flowing across the river, and my feet were slippery, he pulled out a branch from the A-shaped firewood on his back, threw it to me far away, smiled inexplicably, showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said:

"Coming?"

"Hmmm......"

"You haven't been back in years, have you?"

"A few years? ……”

"I'll come and sit in my house later, well, what about Sande plowing the seedling field in front of the house?"

……

Where is his house? Who is Sande? I'm confused!

Flowing across the stream, as the man walked up a slope, a large piece of black pressed eaves tiles appeared in front of him, and I saw several villagers of different ages turning over the pods in the sunning grain flat, and the flail shook loudly, one light, one heavy, one heavy, and one light, very rhythmic.

In front of the house on the edge of the sun-grain, there were several stone benches, on which sat seven or eight women, old and young, two or three of them were breastfeeding the children in their arms, all of them with their heads and a pair of earrings the size of copper coins, and I knew that they might be the men and women who were busy working on the sun-grain-ping area.

Suddenly, one of my sisters-in-law opened her eyes wide at me.

"Hey, this isn't a horse ......"

"Horse glasses." Another woman reminded her with a smile.

Then, as if they thought the name was funny, they all laughed.

"My surname is Ma, my surname is Huang ......"

"Changed your surname?"

"It hasn't changed."

"I haven't changed my surname to Ma, hehe, you're still so funny! Well, where did it come from? ”

"From the provincial capital, of course."

"Hey, from the provincial capital? What a rarity! By the way, what about Ou Mei? ”

"Which Ou Mei?"

"Isn't your wife's surname Ou?"

"My family's surname is Luo."

"Am I mistaken? No, no, at that time, she also said that she and I were in the same family. My mother's family is from the estuary, Oujia Village, do you know? ”

Seeing how she said it, I was confused again, I had no memory of this in my head, what should I know?

Besides, who is the "horse glasses" surnamed Ma in their mouths? What does it have to do with me?

Could it be that the "horse glasses" in their mouths married a woman named Ou Mei as a daughter-in-law?

Things are getting a little more complicated.

I remember that before I came here, it seemed that I wanted to visit friends in some city in the south, or to do some business, but because of the plane crash, I managed to escape by parachuting and finally landed in the mountains and forests that I was familiar with, and then I came here by magic.

The sister-in-law, who had greeted me first, handed the child in her arms to a man in the threshing floor who was fiddling with the flail, and smiled and led me into her home.

The threshold of her house is extremely high, it looks like it has been some years, I don't know how many people have stepped on it, and I don't know how many generations have sat idle, and the middle part has been slightly sunken, and the wood grain on the threshold is like a circle of water waves, rippling on the relatively smooth threshold, condensing into an extremely beautiful picture.

I guess a lot of the little ones have to climb through this threshold, because the adults need to raise their legs high in order to lean over and turn into the door with difficulty.

It was dark inside the door, and everything inside the house was not visible.

The sister-in-law, surnamed Ou, lit a fire and oil lamp, and the dim light cut through the boundless darkness. My pupils were wide open, and it took me a long time to get used to it.

Inside the house, you can see smoke-smoked bacon, bunches of peppers and corn, and of course, countless debris on the ground.

I tentatively sat on an old, smooth wooden pier - there were strangely no chairs, only wooden piers and benches.

The same women who had been sitting outside breastfeeding the children all entered the door with a chatter. Unashamedly, one of them lifted up his clothes, pulled out a long breast, shoved it into the child's mouth, and smiled at me, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth. I could clearly see that she was still dripping with milk on one of her breasts.

As soon as everyone sat down, they all said strange things to me......

"Why didn't Ou Ling come back? ……”

"It's not Ou Ling, right?"

"Really?"

"It's Ou Xiaoling."

"Oh, is Ou Xiaoling still teaching?"

“……”

"A few of you, it's been a few years since you went out, and you don't usually come back when you have something to do, are you not mixing well outside?"

"Do you have a baby?"

"One or two?"

……

"Does Luo Feng's daughter-in-law have a baby?"

"Li Dazhu has one child or two?"

"Then did Chen Zhihua marry a wife?"

……

From their gossiping inquiries, I quickly realized that they should regard me as a "horse glasses" who knew both Ou Xiaoling and Luo Feng and Li Dazhu, and this "horse glasses" should have lived here, and then went out for some reason, and I didn't come back for several years after leaving.

Maybe that guy looks like me! Maybe he, like me, had to wear glasses to see the person on the other side.

Who is "Horse Glasses"?

I wanted to ask the ladies of the house, but I swallowed the words again, because the sister-in-law who had led me in had spoken.

"Pony, you can eat and live at my house tonight, you haven't been back for several years, and the house you lived in before has long since collapsed."

I was speechless when I heard about food and shelter, I hadn't eaten for a day and a night since the plane crash, and now I was really penniless except for my clothes and the necklace around my neck.

When I was away from home, I had a sum of cash with me, but when the plane crashed, I didn't even have time to get it and parachuted.

Thinking of being penniless and living in a foreign land, I can't help but be a little worried, these days, apart from interests and money, what else can people trust with each other?

It seems that I have to disguise my "horse glasses", at least judging from the smiling faces of the women opposite, today's food and accommodation are not a problem, thank God.

For the time being, it is not difficult to be a person with the surname Ma, but the difficult thing is to occasionally answer the question of whether one or two surnames Ma, my improvisable answer can always make the gossipy women on the other side let out a cry of surprise or regret, not much effort, I sweat, I don't know how much effort it takes.

The sister-in-law surnamed Ou brought a tea tray with four large bowls of oil tea on it, which means to take the peace of the four seasons.

The oil tea bowl was black, I reluctantly put my mouth up, and carefully drank a small sip, but I didn't expect this oil tea to be quite fragrant, with the smell of fried sesame seeds, red beans and glutinous rice.

Sister-in-law Ou watched me finish drinking half a bowl of oil tea with satisfaction, and then said regretfully: "I haven't heard from you for a long time, I thought you would never come back in this life, and I heard Shuigen say that as soon as you go back, you will be in prison." ”

I was taken aback, my hands shook, and the oil tea almost made the oil tea burn my hands.

"What prison?"

"It's a life sentence!"

"Nonsense, I've never done anything wrong!"

"That's supposed to be Mizune's nonsense! It's the same as the truth, so that I and my family are still scared, and I don't know how much incense I burned for you behind my back. ”

She covered her mouth and laughed, and the women in the room laughed.

Immediately, a yellow tooth with a mouth full of bloom added: "Her husband also went to the Octagonal Ridge to ask for a bodhisattva for you!" ”

It's really unlucky, isn't it just disguised as a "horse glasses", and it actually got involved in the prison pier (the indefinite prisoner is also called the prison pier) and the incense Bodhisattva.

I was a little apprehensive in my head, it couldn't be that the surname Ma wasn't a good person at all, right? I can't imagine that Lao Tzu, a good and decent person, is now pretending to be a prisoner?

Could it really be that I have a bad year this year, I don't know what kind of trouble I hit, first the plane crash, and now I have become the "horse glasses" of the prison pier.

Anyway, I'm glad that at least I'm better than the "horse glasses", who is in prison, and I'm here comfortably drinking the oil tea that should have been given to him instead.

When I finally finished drinking the first bowl of oil tea, Sister-in-law Ou offered the second bowl.

"The one in my family is always concerned about you, saying that you are righteous enough and have a conscience. The jacket you gave his father a few years ago, and his father wore it for several winters. His father died of illness, so I changed it to cotton pants, which Jin Man is wearing now......"

Listening to Sister-in-law Ou's words, I suddenly wanted to find someone to talk about the weather, what is this?

The light in the room suddenly dimmed, and when I looked back, a tall black shadow almost blocked out the light from the fire and oil lamps. From the silhouette of the figure, it can be seen that this person is the man who handed him the child in his arms by Sister-in-law Ou before, and it seems that he is most likely the owner of this house.

The man came up to me with the child in his arms, and before I could see my face, he grabbed my hand and shook it vigorously.

"Yo! It's Comrade Ma, ouch, hey, hey......"

I closed my eyes in pain, I'm not a caterpillar, you big man, what are you afraid of? So much so that such a cry is made?

"Comrade Ma, I finally saw you again, I thought I would never see you again in this life and this life!"

I really want to say that my surname is Ma at all, my surname is Huang, my name is Huang Wengong, I didn't come to visit my hometown, nor did I go into the mountains to look for relatives and friends, I only came here because of an accident.

"You remember me, don't you? The year you left, I was still building roads in Screw Ridge! By the way, my name is Wang Ba. ”

Wangba? Wang Ba? What a connotative name!

I almost didn't laugh out loud, and quickly covered it up and said, "Remember, remember!" You seemed like you were the captain at that time? ”

"It's not the captain, it's the scorekeeper. Well, this is your sister-in-law, do you remember? ”

"Remember, she's the best at making oil tea."

"Do you remember when I went with you to drive meat? That time, our village wanted to be a god of Ansan, but you said it was superstition, and I was not allowed to worship incense and recite tips. And it turned out not yet? None of the boar hairs were hit. You also came across grass and got poisonous sores all over your body. In the end, I ran into a small muntjac, and I didn't fork it......"

I can hear that the "chasing meat" of feelings is the meaning of hunting.

This self-proclaimed kinglord babbled with me many old things in his memory, and finally took out a wine gourd from the cabinet and toasted me with a big bowl of wine, with the intention of not getting drunk.

As for the squeaky women, he had already been driven to eat in the kitchen.

The wine here is very turbid, sweet, bitter, and spicy, and I heard Wang Ba say that this is his family's own wine, and it is said that it is still soaked in some herbs and tiger bones.

"Life is much better now than before, no, wine and meat are not uncommon now. During the Chinese New Year, every family killed pigs, and all the ones that could not be eaten were smoked with firewood and made into bacon, so that they could be eaten for at least half a year before they could be eaten. ”

Wang Ba took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and said: "In the few years you were in the village, you caught up with the great drought, everyone was tired and half dead, and no one had anything to do in a year, you know!"

"It's not a good thing."

"Yes, when you came back, did you see the dragon in the town? I heard that he is a cow now, and he became the mayor of the town when he changed his term this year, and I heard that he went to the wind and rain bridge to plant trees yesterday, and he may or may not come back today. ”

Wang Ba drank wine, and gradually talked more, talking about some people and things that made me more confused: for example, so-and-so built a new house, and he was six feet tall; So-and-so also started a new house, eight feet high; So-and-so is also going to make a new house, two zhang high; So-and-so is laying the foundation, maybe it's Gaizhang 6 or maybe it's Gaizhang 8.

I listened nervously, catching the messages behind the words, guessing at the meaning of a strange person or thing, or even a word.

"You're still so nostalgic that you know how to come into the mountains to see us."

Wang Ba took out the soil cigarette, skillfully rolled one and handed it to me, I shook my head, indicating that I don't smoke, he had to stuff the homemade soil cigarette into his mouth and light it, and then took a big puff hard, spit out a smoke ring with satisfaction, and finally said leisurely: "I still have miles of the book you issued when you were the first secretary." ”

After saying that, he went upstairs with a bang, and it took a long time for him to come down with a few cobwebs on his head and hand me a few pages of yellow paper.

It's a small self-printed book in ink, presumably a literacy textbook, with the cover torn off, emitting musty and tung oil and gas. There seem to be night school ballads, agricultural miscellaneous characters, the Xinhai Revolution, Marxism, and maps of China, which are very crudely printed, and each word is surprisingly large, mixed with ink dumplings.

"You were also in sin at that time, and you were so hungry that you only had a pair of eyes on your face, and you still came to read books."

"Nothing, nothing."

"I remember one time it was a snowy day in the lunar month, so cold."

"It's so cold, my nose is almost frozen."

"There were also a few nights when Matsumeiko came to teach us how to read."

"Yes, Matsuakiko."

Wang Ba suddenly smiled mysteriously, and the small piece of light on his cheekbones, as well as a few wine thorns, approached me together. "I want to ask you something, did you kill the leprosy?"