The young grandmother said: "Silly brother, when the lamp goes into the water, you go with it, don't let it hang on the shore, how far can it be sent, my blessing and fate are on it, don't let it turn over at the door of the house, turn it over and let it go downstream." Ear, send it for me, you have to pay attention! ”

The fool said, "Ah! Go back to the house! ”

The lights were dark, and his eyes were wet. When I came to the bank of the Heishui River, the lights in the river were already full of troughs, like a swarm of fireflies slowly flying down.

The fool and Martin put down the lotus lantern in a secluded inlet and sent it along the riverbank. It often came to the shore, whirling around and not wanting to leave, and Martin pushed its base again and again with his long arms, and his shoes and trouser legs were wet.

The fool found a long bamboo pole and plucked it as he went, so that it would drift far away from the shore forever, and he could not stop if he wanted to. There were lights in front and behind, some of them turned over, and some of them were left unattended by the river, and the candles were about to burn out, and some of the lamps were simply burning in the middle of the river.

They sent the young grandmother's lotus lantern all the way down, and after passing the slaughterhouse, the water gradually became urgent. At the place where the Blackwater River plunged into the canyon, the quiet river suddenly rushed and made a roaring sound. The lotus lantern did not turn over, and shot out like a meteor, and soon there was no trace.

"It's over, let's go home."

Martin said, "It's over." It's over" seems to convey another meaning.

He stood on the shore and lit a cigar and smoked it before heading out into town. And they stood there, and they froze, and counted, and turned over forty-six lamps.

The lotus lantern is turned in front.

The next morning, winter had passed, and the mud banks of the Canghe River were covered with small blue and yellow flowers.

The wharf of Qinglong Town is still the same, with many boats and many people. The flagpole with the head hanging is also the same, the head is hung on the top, and the soldier guarding the head sits on the bottom. The difference is that this Kuang's head is not a single one, not in the open air, but in a cage like a birdcage. The cage had a large slit, and a braid hung down like a dead snake. A bandit soldier in Qinglong Mountain blew up and was black, but it was not rotten. He was very peaceful, squinting, the corners of his mouth were sinking, his brain was not flat, as if he was tilting his head to listen to others, he couldn't hear clearly, and his ears were raised!

Martin saw it and hurried to pray to God for forgiveness for the killing!

They boarded an empty double-decker passenger boat and sailed against the water to the outside. On the river of Pingshui Bay, passenger boats make way for official ships coming upstream. The official ship is a small iron steamer, sharp and slippery, with water churning on its buttocks, and running very fast.

The people on the deck of the passenger ship were afraid and went into the bilge, and the fool and Martin were curious, so they leaned against the side of the ship and did not move. There was something hanging on the iron mast of the official ship, like a flag that could not be floated, and when it got closer, it was seen that it was a person, bound to the appearance of spreading his wings.

The man was a bloody man, but he was not dead, but he couldn't say it clearly, and when the two ships staggered, the man glanced over with a sparkling gaze. Although his eyes were bright, he must not be able to see clearly, so there was no expression on his face. The bandits on Qinglong Mountain were caught.

Martin suddenly decided to postpone leaving Qinglong Town, maybe because he saw the scene just now and was worried about the safety of the young grandmother, or maybe the young grandmother's lamp turned over, he felt unlucky, something bad would happen. They watched for a long time until the river bended. Martin was sad, pale, and looked at the waterfowl on the river.

Martin was listless, with his hands on his sleeves, like a local old man. There was a hint of snot sticking to the beard on his upper lip, which made the smoke of the cigar squint and squint. He tossed those things in his heart miserably!

When they came back, they bought a big fish on the side of the road, planning to go home and ask Wu's mother to make a pot of fish, and Martin had the best bite.

The young grandmother stood on the steps of the corner courtyard dressed in green, and the fool and Martin almost hit her with a big fish. She said, "Such a big fish!"

The bare-striped fish struggled in the arms of the fool, as if the fish was moving and moving into a smooth human body, as if it was a young grandmother who was smiling and screaming.

After lunch, the fool rarely took a nap and slept until the afternoon.

The fool walked out of the chamber and saw at a glance what he had seen many times. In the sun-soaked pavilion, Martin and the young master sat facing each other, with chessboards and chess pieces on the stone table, and the eldest and young grandmother sat on the side watching the battle, her forehead hanging low, supported by a slap. Behind her stood Wu's mother.

Mother Wu saw the fool and screamed in surprise.

She said, "Fool, have you slept enough?"

Her appearance embarrassed the fool. He tried to retract, but several people looked at him, and something strange was hiding inside. Martin must not have known what he wanted to do when he got up from the stone table, and he sat down in a daze when he was halfway through, looking nervous.

He said, "Fool, I'm glad you got up." You're welcome to get up! I'm sorry, but can you come and see us play?"

The fool said, "Stay a minute." I still have something. ”

The young grandmother smiled at him, and the smile was very flat and bitter. She had a bad complexion, and sitting there watching a game of chess did not make her happy. I have to accompany it when it's unpleasant, I don't know why. She had more dark spots on her face, and she was fat, or maybe swollen. The fool felt sorry for her, and the dark things on her face could not be erased.

The young master didn't laugh. Although he didn't laugh, he was the most relaxed and calm of all the people in the room. He was very blunt when he talked to the fool, and the fool felt that he was deliberately doing it for others to see. He doesn't play chess to play chess, he does it to make others uncomfortable, because he has too much discomfort in his stomach.

He said, "What are you stunned about? The old lady is waiting for you!"

"I know, I'll go"

He said, "Come back to the dining hall and bring me a bowl of custard, I'm hungry."

"Got it."

The fool wanted to ask the eldest young grandmother and Martin what they wanted, but he didn't dare to open his mouth, the young master's face was wrong, and those kind words should have been asked by him. Mother Wu's mouth is grinning, it's so stupid, and she's still laughing!

Martin ate the young master's son. The young master said a foreign word, and he must be scolding when he listens to the tone.

Martin was expressionless, listening.

The fool brought a paper bag containing spiders and cobwebs to the old lady. He loves to eat these strange things. The old lady was pleased, he had always been happy in the spring.

The old lady asked for warmth, and while praising him, he opened the paper bag and pinched the dead spider for a long time, like inspecting a jewel. He sat and chewed off a spider's leg and poured the rest into the pot. He said that when he was young, he ate a plate of wild spider webs like boiled noodles, and now people can't do spiders anymore, and the webs they weave melt as soon as they enter the water, and all kinds of living things in the world are really worse day by day!

In the afternoon, the fool swept the floor in the doorway, on the other side of the pond, Wu's mother took the young grandmother for a walk, and Jin Feng went to the stove hall to eat with the food box.

Suddenly a shot rang out on the other side of the town, followed by another shot. Two echoes in the basin to form one, leisurely, not finished for a long time. Instinctively waiting for another sound, it fell silent in all directions, as if frightened by the sound of gunfire.

Forget who figured it out first. The first one to run out was the fool, but before he ran, he heard a loud cry from the young grandmother, and she staggered and almost fell. The family also ran along, and the rumbling footsteps sounded in the small alley. They rushed out of the stairs and saw Martin lying on the stone pavement of the town street. He was moving, trying to get up. There was a lot of blood on the ground, and I couldn't figure out where to hit it for a while. He was sober, not at all afraid, and smiled at the fool.

He said: "Finally, I have been able to do it all this time."

The fool said, "Who let you run out?"

He said, "I'm bored, and I'll do it."

The fool said, "Where are they?"

No one answered.

The blood on the bluestone slab was the size of the Eight Immortals' tabletop. Half of his body was washed in water, soaked in blood. He smiled at a place in the sky.

Mei Renhou also rushed over, called him with concern, but did not agree, and the fool felt that he was about to die.

The fool said, "Where's the gun?"

Someone pointed to Qinglong Mountain behind the town. The fool's head is hot. He let go of Martin and walked down the town street into the woods of Qinglong Mountain, shouting like a madman.

Someone must be mistaken. They killed him like a rat that had just crawled out of a hole, and it made people feel sorry for him, and they also made people breathe a sigh of relief for him, and his blood congealed in the town street, like a big hug of flowers spread there, at first it was red, slowly turned purple, and finally the boss was black.

Fortunately, the bullet only drilled a hole in his arm. The gunman was either dazzled or spared at the last minute. On the fifth day, he was able to walk around with his arms hanging and excitedly like a different person.