Song Jingjiang rushed to his grandmother's house in the mountain village, and it was almost noon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He didn't go to his grandmother's house, he went straight to the storage room at the head of the village.

Each production team previously had a storage room. There are several large barns, and a large drying area is surrounded by a wall. In the past, the grain collected by the production team was taken here to dry and store.

Now that the land is contracted to each family, this storage room has also lost its original function, like an old man in his old age. Part of the wall had fallen into ruins because no one had repaired it.

Those few warehouses were given to the lonely cousin by the production team, which can be regarded as exerting residual heat.

The cousin usually doesn't lock the door, firstly, he is a lonely old man, there is really nothing worth the thief to worry about, and his gloomy personality and former status as a sticker also make many people stay away.

Song Jingjiang pushed open the door of the warehouse, and the smell of mold made him sniffle.

"Cousin, cousin!" Song Jingjiang shouted twice, but no one answered him. It seems that the cousin of the stick is out.

Uncle Sticker has never been taboo to be called a sticker, on the contrary, this title will often remind him of the crazy years when he licked blood with a knife. At that time, when he was young, he smiled at life and death, and killed and plundered in the troubled times with his passion and pride. At that time, I was happy to take revenge, drink wine in a big bowl and eat meat in large pieces, and I didn't care about tomorrow after today. Now, he is calm and peaceful, but his heart is withered and decayed.

Song Jingjiang brought the things he brought and went out to find his cousin.

The village is a small natural village, with dozens of families and more than 200 people. The village is facing a naturally uplifted mountain on one side and the Qingshui River winding in on the other.

The cousin of the stick guest is a five-guarantee household, and he has planted a few points of his own land, and the farm work is not particularly much. Every year, he has rations provided by the village, and he raises some chickens and ducks for a little pocket money.

Song Jingjiang was on the Qingshui River and found his cousin.

His gray hair looked like a fluffy dandelion from afar, as if it would flutter away when the wind blew.

The cousin of the stick man held a thin bamboo pole with a sharpened end in his hand, and stood quietly in the water, motionless, with an expression like a very patient kingfisher.

Song Jingjiang hid to the side, not daring to make a noise to disturb the cousin.

Suddenly, the sticker's cousin shot like lightning, and the thin bamboo pole stabbed into the water in his hand in succession.

The splash flew as the bamboo pole in the hand of the sticker's cousin pierced the water, and there was a trace of blood in the splash.

"Come here, little bastard, you've got a good day for you." The cousin turned around and greeted Song Jingjiang who was hiding in the grass with a smile. The bamboo pole in his hand was already pierced with several fish like sugar gourds.

"Uncle Sticker, you're amazing. Can you teach me how to catch fish? ”

"Haha, this ability to catch fish is a small skill of carving insects, what did you learn to do? Little bastard, you are going to do great things in the future, but don't learn from your cousin's useless things. ”

"Cousin, this time, I just want you to teach me skills. You see, I even brought something to apprentice with. Song Jingjiang handed over the things in his hand to his cousin.

At that time, the material was not so abundant, and Song Jingjiang had made a lot of money.

Uncle Bangke sniffed the braised duck, looked at the wine and cigarettes, smiled and nodded: "Jingjiang, you little money fan, you are a waste today." ”

"This is filial piety to you, master, and it should be."

Song Jingjiang hurriedly opened the packaging box of the paper cigarette and lit a cigarette for the cousin of the sticker.

The cousin took a deep puff of the cigarette and slowly puffed it out of his nose. The green smoke that rose brought his mind back to the distant past.

When he was a child, there were many children in the family, and he was sold by his father to the master who was a sticker. At that time, the master really didn't treat him as a human being, he just beat and scolded him at every turn, and often didn't give him food. He felt that it was a miracle that he was able to survive and learn from his master. At that time, he was Song Jingjiang's age.

When they were liberated and their gang of bandits was disbanded, they returned home to find that their family had died in the war and famine. Only he survived because he was a sticker. Sometimes, he thinks it's a joke, people who have done bad things are actually living well, but those who are kind and innocent are not going to die well.

Now that everything is too peaceful, he is disliked because he has been a sticker, and he also feels that his skills are useless and he has to be brought into the coffin. Unexpectedly, Song Jingjiang wanted to learn from him.

In his sixties, no one had ever been so close to him. Song Jingjiang, a child, was not afraid of him when he was a child, and every time he came to his grandmother's house, he always pestered him, loved to sleep with him in a quilt, and listened to him talk about gathering in the mountains and forests to rob the house when he was young.

Song Jingjiang's grandmother, his distant aunt was not happy for the child to approach him, for fear that he would be spoiled by his good guest. But Song Jingjiang loves to get entangled with him, and his grandmother doesn't care about him when she talks about it.

Uncle Bangke's cousin really hurts Song Jingjiang, and he always keeps the delicious food for him, and he doesn't get angry even if he spills around on himself.

Song Jingjiang's cousins laughed at him, saying that he would become a little sticker when he was with his cousin.

"Jingjiang, you tell your cousin, why do you have to learn the skills of your cousin, is it possible that you really want to be a baseman?"

"I'm not a great customer, and I don't have a great customer anymore. I want to learn my cousin's skills, so that I won't be bullied in the future, and I can protect the girl I like? ”

"The girl you like, you're just a little older. The hair hasn't grown all, has it? The cousin reached out to pick Song Jingjiang's crotch.

"Cousin, when you were young, did you have any favorite girls?"

"Yes, my cousin liked a landlord's daughter at that time, and she was as beautiful as a fairy."

When he was young, his cousin liked a young lady from a landlord's family. But the young lady of the landlord's family would not marry him as a good guest. The young lady of the landlord's family married a petty officer, an officer about the same age as the landlord.

The cousin of the stick guest is mixed in the team to send off relatives, ready to rob relatives. Later, the robbery was unsuccessful, and the young lady was shot to death by the officers' team in order to protect her. The cousin jumped off the Qingshui River and fled.

Later, the cousin took his stick brother to kill the officer's entire family. Although the revenge was avenged, the fairy-like young lady of the landlord's family could no longer live. The fairy-like young lady of the landlord's family has always lived in the heart of the cousin, filling his heart, and can no longer tolerate anyone else.

"Well, cousin teaches you. But don't call me Master, but also call me cousin, so that you look close. ”

"Hey." Song Jingjiang hurriedly kowtowed to his cousin, which was regarded as an apprenticeship.

The cousin of the stick man set up a fire by the Qingshui River, found some seasoned wild vegetables and stuffed them in the broken belly of the fish, and smoked them on the fire.

The braised duck is torn into small pieces and placed on the taro leaves.

The bottle was opened, and the strong smell of original sorghum wine wafted in the wind.