For example, once upon a time, there were only two people in the world. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the two are brother and sister, and the relationship is very good. They live on a very high mountain. One day, my sister dreamed that God had asked them to marry so that they could multiply. However, my brother disagreed. So God gave each of them a millstone, and the brother and sister rolled down from the east and west sides of the mountain, respectively, and if the two millstones were joined together at the foot of the mountain, they were married. If you don't get together, you don't get married. As a result, the grinding discs really come together when they roll halfway up the mountain. The elder brother still disagreed, and then God came up with several methods, and finally they all came true. Seeing that the will of heaven could not be violated, the elder brother married the younger sister, and mankind was able to multiply.

This simple story has become a very strong stroke in my childhood memories. At that time, I often reminisced about this somewhat 'strange' story and triggered a deep storm in my mind about it, for example, if it takes two people to marry to reproduce humans, then where did the brother and sister come from? If brother and sister could get married in the past, why is there never a single example of a brother and sister getting married in the village now? Questions like these have plagued me for almost my entire childhood. I asked this question to many people, including Chen, but none of them could tell me the exact answer. These questions remained in my mind until the torrent of time took their place.

Many years later, when I went to college, the questions I had left behind came to my mind. I think I've found the answer, the creation legend and the moral order that the ancient tribes and clans have not yet established illuminated my eyes like a small beam of moonlight on a sleepless night. It dawned on me that perhaps I had fallen from that distant fragment of memory, such as the Flood.

That night, listening to the wind whirring outside the window, my eyes moistened, I made up my mind to take out my brand new textbook and read it the next morning. Not for the exam that has long since passed, but for myself who was disturbed by that string of questions for several days many years ago.

We often forget a lot of things, but there are some things that are buried in our bones and cannot be let go. It's like some other stories that Blind Chen told me many years ago. They were so rooted in my bones that I thought I had forgotten about them, but in a casual moment, they snaked up my bones, piercing the skin that imprisoned my soul and blooming into a gorgeous, bewitching flower.

And all this, Chen Blind, who has long been turned into dust, has no way of knowing. It's as if I've always had no ants walking through his undecaying bones.

We're all in our own cages.

Ma Erdong's woman almost cried and was blind. In that scorching summer, she lay in bed without speaking, eating or drinking for three days and three nights. Ma Erdong was punished by his short mother to kneel in the hall, drooping his head, and not saying a word.

The old lady of the Ma family, that is, Ma Erdong's mother, looked at her dying daughter-in-law, and then at her lifeless son, patted her thigh and shouted: "Evil, it's really evil......"

Ma Erdong does have someone outside. Since the last time his woman made a big fuss, Ma Erdong returned home from the city and temporarily cultivated his mind. But the good times didn't last long, and he couldn't bear it anymore when the farm was slack. The woman who was on a good note was none other than a cousin of the family, and I forgot what it was. According to rumors in the village, during the slack time, the old lady of the Ma family picked up a wife surnamed Shen from her mother's family to play, and the two of them took the soles of their shoes and chatted together. The Mrs. Shen and Mrs. Ma were very good when they were in the boudoir. Since the death of Old Man Ma, according to the custom, every summer when the weather is very hot, the wife of the Shen family comes to stay at their house for a few days. This time was no exception.

But the bad thing is the bad thing, when Mrs. Ma sent out the invitation this year, Mrs. Shen came with a relative. Coincidentally. This relative is Ma Erdong's good friend in the city - Gui Gardenia.

Gui Gardenia was seventeen years old that year, and it was in the prime of life. Although she is a little petite, her skin is as white as snow, and a pair of peach blossom eyes blink casually as if she is ready to seduce people at any time. Her parents opened a small tea shop in the city. On weekdays, Gui Gardenia is there to help, I haven't seen much sun, white and tender, and water gushes out with a pinch of good skin.

When Ma Erdong was working in the city, he loved to go to this small tea shop to cat, go to a bowl of tea and drink it until late at night, with a "Gui girl" on the left and a "Gui girl" on the right.

After coming and going, the two of them got along. Gui Gardenia is young and ignorant, but Ma Erdong is quite knowledgeable. One is ignorant, and the other is coaxed. Half a push, half a moment, the two of them broke through the last line of defense with people on their backs.

Just when the two of them were in love with each other, Ma Erdong was called home. Although Ma Erdong was reluctant, he had no choice but to do his mother's life. Although after being at home for a while, Ma Erdong's ambition retracted somewhat. But occasionally, in the dead of night, looking at the woman who snores like thunder on his pillow, Ma Erdong will still unconsciously miss the delicate and white Gui Gardenia - she will turn into a pool of soft spring water in her body again and again......

After Ma Erdong left, Mrs. Shen went to the city to see her daughter and son-in-law, and by the way, she stayed at the house of her old neighbor, Gui Gardenia, for a few days. Mrs. Shen and Gui Gardenia's family are not only neighbors, but also have a very complicated kinship, and the two families have always been very close. Although Gui Gardenia is called the aunt of the Shen family, in fact, this relationship is also very far away.

So, when Mrs. Shen went home, she invited Gui Gardenia to her house to play for a few days. After Gui Gardenia's family moved away, several daughters of Mrs. Shen married one after another. Especially two years ago, after the death of Old Man Shen, the wife of the Shen family was quite lonely. Therefore, Gui Gardenia's mother agreed without much hesitation.

In this way, fate has arranged this pair of men and women together very skillfully.

The two of them, who met every day, finally reached the limit of patience on an ordinary summer night. Dear readers, if you still remember the days when industrial civilization was not occupied, you must understand how silent and noisy that summer night was. The silence was due to the fact that almost everything had fallen into a deep, long sleep, and the noise, the clamor of frogs mixed with the occasional barking of dogs, was enough to startle the two cautious people.

Ma Erdong's house sits north and faces south, and to the north of the house is a large bamboo forest, from which a path winds through to the continuous rice fields.

That night, the bamboo forest was green and the moonlight was white. The flourishing youth is just right.