Four people, carrying steel forks and two-tooth forks, shoulders and arrows and waist ties. Hang the iron clip and walk away carefully. If you once couldn't stand anyone, you suddenly met him and avoided him.

The village owner, the soldier, and the female shopkeeper, from time to time, looked at the four hunters. Seeing them leave, no one said a word of farewell.

The four hunters, taking all that they had brought, went away, without taking a single cloud. In the same way, they did not stay, beckoning at parting.

They went away empty-handed, just as they came empty-handed.

In the sparse forest, four long shadows of uneven height to the east are heading north. They were out of the woods, on the way back to the village. The people gradually drifted away, and the village owners saw only people, but not their shadows.

A mosquito fell on a soldier's face, and the mosquito sucked the fresh blood on his face. As if it hurt like a pinprick, the soldier slapped the mosquito with a slap.

"Smack!" A crisp and loud sound cast everyone's eyes away.

The soldier's face twisted and he took his palm down. I saw a mosquito like a cake, lying in the blood stain as big as a soybean. Blood came out of its body and was imprinted on the palm of its hand. Where does mosquito blood come from? Or on horses, or on other people. Or in this soldier, in this soldier, it is just a mouthful of mosquito blood.

"This mosquito sucked me so much blood?" The soldier only said, the blood stain as big as a soybean was his blood.

"If you shoot earlier, he won't be able to suck up so much of your blood." Said a fellow soldier sitting next to him.

"Why didn't I feel it earlier?" Mosquito-bitten soldiers.

"Maybe the mosquito has numbing medicine in its mouth at first, and you don't feel it." Talking soldiers.

"There is anesthetic? Mosquitoes also have anesthetics? "Mosquito-bitten soldiers.

"No, why don't you feel it?" Talking soldiers.

"It didn't suck blood at first, and it hurt when it sucked blood." Said the third soldier.

The soldier stuck his middle finger with his thumb and knocked the mosquito bullet off his palm. Rubbed the fingers of his palm against his clothes to wipe off the blood. The soldier looked at his palms and fingers, scratching the places where he had been bitten by mosquitoes.

"It's tickling." He said with a wrinkled stinged face.

The veterinarians are gone, the hunters are gone. The village owner waited for the soldiers to pull the wagon back to the village.

The female shopkeeper once thought about letting her horse go back in the village owner's carriage. At this time, she felt that the village master's carriage could not fit more than two horses. Both horses were injured and could not be squeezed.

If you can walk by yourself, why take someone else's car. The shopkeeper walked up to the horse and pulled the reins.

The female shopkeeper said goodbye to the village lord, holding the reins and clenching her fists. "The village master, the people's daughter is inconvenient, and she will go back to the village first. Leave. ”

After speaking, the female shopkeeper led the horse and left with light steps.

Before the village lord could speak, the shopkeeper dragged the horse away. The village lord muttered, "This girl? ”

The village lord looked at the back of the female shopkeeper. It was a shadow, dragging a brown horse.

The female shopkeeper left and never returned. Her distant figure has been blocked by the sparse forest. The owner of the village has always sent the female shopkeeper with appreciative eyes.

The village owner appreciates the beauty, why not the soldiers? As the saying goes, the upper beam is not right, the lower beam is crooked, the lower beam is not right, and the upper beam is turned.

The soldiers were all laughing as they watched.

The village owner is just bored, and there is nothing to look at. He glanced back at the soldiers. The eyes became serious. "Sit well." ”

The soldiers were a little reluctant, and they sat up straight.

The village lord no longer looked at the female shopkeeper who was far away, sat and turned around, facing the soldiers, with a serious face, the shelf of the village lord was born from a serious face.

The village lord sat facing the soldiers. The soldiers did not look at the village lord, but turned their heads sideways to look into the woods. Look at the reflection of the tree, see the mottled shadow of the leaves.

The soldier, riding a horse and whipping his whip, went back to the village to pull the wagon. To be a soldier in the village is to listen to the orders of the chief. They do what the superior tells them to do, and they don't let them do anything, they can do it secretly.

The village government was not very strict with the soldiers. Although it is not very strict, there are military regulations there, and the soldiers dare not do too much. It's just some petty fights, stealing and cheating. If they make a big mistake, they will lose their official jobs, break the law, and go to jail. Everyone is equal before the law, and whoever dares to violate the law will be severely punished.

Running out of the woods, there is an open field in front of you. The wind carries the scent of earth and grass, but also some dust. Running back to the village from the clearing, there will be a layer of ash on your face. The ash was the ash of the clearing, and the villagers stepped out of the path where the grass did not grow, and the grass that had been gnawed by the cattle, sheep and horses revealed the black and yellow soil under the grass.

There were no soldiers guarding the south gate, and some nearby villagers stood where the soldiers usually stood guard and learned from them to guard the gate. Some bold old ladies also came to learn from the soldiers, and they spoke loudly, as if they were shouting, and after a while of noise, they laughed.

The women came to stand, and the men stepped aside, smiling shyly.

"What are the soldiers doing?" The old ladies who were short, fat, fat, fat, and spoke like trumpets asked.

"Who knows, maybe the land is longer than the length." A burly old lady back. This old lady has a pair of big eyes like bull's eyes, and the men don't dare to provoke them.

"Hahaha!" After the old lady finished speaking, the other old ladies burst into laughter.

When the men who let them aside hear this, they all scolded: "What a few old ladies." They scolded, but silently and quietly.

Let the men on the side think these old ladies are panicked, and they are all away from them.

The old ladies stood up, and they all shouted and chattered. They don't talk about one thing, but only one thing, and they can say one thing endlessly.

The old lady is different from the old man's nagging. The old man chattered, said that after chatting, and said that, after talking about that. From what is in front of you, you can talk about the north and the south. From the small local government, we can talk about the whole country. Or from the small local government, to the world.

Talk about what you think about politics.

The old ladies chattered endlessly, clamoring and yelling that they thought they were fighting. The men were annoyed when they heard two sentences, and they chattered, why didn't they finish it? I can finish my words.

The men who let the side not hear a few words, so they all left.

After the men were gone, the women were left, and the south gate of the village became women.

There were some women talking at the south gate, attracting some women from the neighborhood to come over. These women came out for a walk and walked around, and they were all residents of the neighborhood. It's not the old ladies who are talking noisily that attract them. What attracted them was the empty village gates on both sides. On weekdays, there are soldiers guarding the village gate on both sides. For some reason, today it is gone, and there are more women who are making loud noises.

This situation is what attracts them to the past.

There are many women at the south gate of the village, and it has become a place for women. The men did not come close. There are old men who see their own girls inside, and I don't know what activities their girls are participating in? The heart is saying, "What are you doing?" ”