"Spoilers?" Jiao Ming tried to break the somewhat serious atmosphere. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"sa, ji, jin, hou (kill chickens and make an example of monkeys)" Binglian said a four-character idiom in absurd Chinese.

It's a pity that Jiao Ming didn't understand it at all, and his head was full of greetings and guessing whether these four sounds were lingua franca, or crocodile dialect, or even Chinese. Then on the premise of Chinese, guess the semantics again. At this time, the two came to the place where the ears of grain were picked, and saw Ms. Ziyu reprimanding the coolies from a distance, Jiao Ming probably guessed that it was the idiom of killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys, and was about to praise the ice lotus, but Jiao Ming saw a scene that he would never forget: dripping blood and brains, and then the headless corpse fell straight like a wooden pole.

Jiao Ming felt sick to his stomach, but he couldn't bend over and vomit because of the uncontrollable tremors all over his body. In the confusion, my head was hot, my whole body was cold, and my fingers were still a little numb, as if ten years had passed, and it seemed like a moment had passed. In a few breaths of Jiao Ming's distraction, the hammer followed closely to the scene of the incident, and Binglian reached out to hold Jiao Ming's trembling right hand, looking at his pale face, his eyes were complicated.

When Jiao Ming came back to his senses again, he stared down at the corpse on the ground, but he couldn't say a complete sentence between his lips twitching. Lady Purple Feather's flat voice came from her ears: "You, you, and the two of you, bury him." ”

The four fingers that Ping Ping pointed out seemed to be on Jiao Ming's heart, mentally, on the beautiful fantasy of this world, and even more on Jiao Ming's switch, he regained control of his body, bent over and began to vomit, snot and tears flowed together. After spitting twice, he slid off the cow's back one by one, and landed next to the vomit, the corners of his clothes stained with the thin mud of filth and dust, retching and brewing twice, and then continued to vomit.

The food in his stomach was spit out a few times, Jiao Ming retched and raised his head, and his vision blurred by tears happened to see the stubble on the neck of the dragged corpse. The soft and collapsed skin, the major arteries that flowed blood like a faucet, the broken bones of other tissues that kept oozing blood, and the white color of the flesh and blood in the middle. He subconsciously looked at the woman who caused all this: Ms. Purple Feather, but found that the other party was also looking at him, and he couldn't read the meaning in her eyes under the cover of tears.

This looked at each other for only a few seconds, because Jiao Ming began to vomit again, there was no food in his stomach, he just retched on to the corbel, and vomited a small amount of sour liquid, but he vomited endlessly. Binglian gently patted Jiao Ming's back, and by the way, she held his body so as not to fall into the dirt.

The leaves of the sorghum are blown by the wind and beat each other with a tiny cracking sound. In the distance, the little ones seemed to be in a break time, and they were whipping each other with sorghum stalks, laughing endlessly. A few birds in the sky heard a faint long call. The sun in the sky is slanting to the west, and the sun is still blazing, shining warmly on the body. But there was a headless corpse being buried.

Jiao Ming only felt ridiculous and unbelievable, and even thought that it was just a nightmare in the middle of an afternoon. Lady Purple Feather had already left, and Shining Scale and Lilmelle seemed to see Jiao Ming's abnormality and ran over to inquire with concern.

Jiao Ming subconsciously looked at the pit, not knowing if it should cover the eyes of the two little Lori, but found that the two of them followed their eyes and looked at the headless corpse, and then turned back casually, as if they hadn't seen anything, and continued to ask Jiao Ming where he was uncomfortable.

Jiao Ming's eyelids jumped, and suddenly he seemed to have become the protagonist of a ghost thriller movie, and he was the only one who could see evil ghosts and ghosts. Jiao Ming closed his eyes, took a few breaths, let the hammer lie down on his side, and then moved his butt to lean on the hammer's belly, and then said softly: "I also want to know what makes me uncomfortable, hehe......"

For the rest of the day, Jiao Ming was in a semi-autistic state, where he could hear and see everything that was happening around him, but he was completely unable to think and respond.

Flashscale seemed to have a verbal altercation with the other little guy, and then got into a big fight, kicking the flying pimple into Jiao Ming's face. Shining Scales triumphed, and the little ones who had befriended Shining Scales cheered next to the corpse. A coolie, presumably familiar with the deceased, retrieved a piece of skull with hair from a distance and threw it into the pit that was about to be filled. As Master Mar passed by, he folded his hands and silently said something to the bloodstain, and then left. Hammer had been eating the sorghum stalks he had cut, but he was not happy with them, apparently not liking the food.

"I'm fine, thank you. This is what Jiao Ming said to the ice lotus who had been guarding him in the sunset.

"Then let's go back. ”

The two of them got on the back of the cow, and Binglian sat sideways as always, with one arm around Jiao Ming's waist.

Jiao Ming didn't move for dinner, Xiao Shi asked a few words with concern, how could Jiao Ming tell the truth, just perfunctory. At night, it is Xiao Shi's routine mental massage, after Xiao Shi fell asleep, Jiao Ming stared at the colorful stars outside the window and stayed awake all night, when the sky lit up with the white belly of the fish, Jiao Ming's eyes suddenly darkened, and suddenly the surrounding scenery changed into a cemetery, and the voice of the ice lotus sounded behind him: "Your soul state is very bad." ”

Jiao Ming came to the long-lost dream space: "This is an inevitable phenomenon when the three views are established, and it will pass after a while." Jiao Ming laughed at himself and said the words that comforted Binglian at the beginning.

The scene of this cemetery comes from Jiao Ming's memory, just a place for ordinary people to be buried, located on the southern slope of a barren mountain, near the crematorium in Jiao Ming's hometown town, the cemetery is sporadically planted with a few half-dead pine trees, and the tombstones are neatly crowded together, arranged one by one like a square grid on a letter paper.

Jiao Ming took a step and walked along the path between the two rows of tombstones, and a young couple in front of him was silent on a tombstone. He came to the side of the couple and stared at the two of them non-stop, but the other party only treated him as if he didn't exist, Jiao Ming knew that these scenes were all from his own memories, and there would be no interaction outside of memory.

"The old rule, one question and one answer?" Binglian asked.

"Ladies first. ”

"Let's talk about this scene first. Binglian looked around, full of curiosity as always.

"This is my parents, and under the tombstone are my grandparents. Jiao Ming stroked the tombstone, cold and hard. "When I was six or seven years old, my parents brought me to worship, but I was playing so hard that my father spanked me. ”

As soon as the words fell, from the place where Jiao Ming first stood, a little boy appeared, holding a meter-long branch in his hand, slapping left and right, pouting, looking reluctant. The next development is also as summarized by Jiao Ming, when the little boy beat his grandparents' tombstone with a branch, the father broke out, grabbed the branch and threw it away, put the boy on his knees, pulled off his pants, and pumped it hard.

"I remember that my mother was crying at that time, but I didn't care, and then I looked at ...... at this time" Jiao Ming stood in front of the young woman, looking at his mother who was covering her mouth and crying, and Jiao Ming himself suddenly burst into tears. "I was so ignorant. ”

"When I look back at my younger self, sometimes I really want to hit someone. ”

"yes. ”

Jiao Ming cried silently for a while, then turned around and stopped looking at the tears of himself and his mother who were abused in his memory. "This is probably my first memory of 'death'. Jiao Ming wiped away his tears, adjusted his thoughts and asked, "In the afternoon, do you know that you will kill people?"

With a wave of her hands, the scene switches to the manor castle, where a group of naked coolies walking birds are watching a stick execution in the small square where the little ones usually have physical education classes. Three coolies beat a coolie lying on the ground with sticks thick as their wrists took turns. Next to her, Ms. Ziyu, who looked younger, was holding a six or seven-year-old female doll, and this female doll was watching all this with big curious eyes.

It looks like this is the scene in Binglian's memory.

"Every time I buy coolies, I do it once and pick out the laziest ones. Binglian pointed to a few people in the middle of the field: "When you are not busy, you will be beaten to death like this, if you are killed, you will be buried, and if you can't die, let a few other people take care of it temporarily, and it will be a big fortune if you are over." If you are busy, you will kill it with brutal means and bury it. After buying so many coolies this time, there must be such a small ceremony, so I called you over. ”

Jiao Ming remembered that the old door board had mentioned the decapitation of the metal sword and feeding the horse coolies, and he understood it roughly. stepped forward and looked at the happy and fearful eyes of the beating coolie mixed with cruelty, "It looks like the effect is outstanding." It's both ironic and admirable.

"As you can see. Binglian replied lightly.