Abba's marksmanship wasn't very good, but he was rarely empty-handed at a distance of thirty meters, and this time he still couldn't hit after hitting the lead my mom brought.

Man is in a hurry in such a situation, and he is no exception, and in a hurry, the muzzle of his gun is almost attached to the head of the prey, and it is at this distance that he strikes a match.

Using a match as a fuse ignited the black powder in the chamber of the gun, with a loud "bang", with a huge impact, Abba who was holding a gun in one hand was immediately numb by the shock, and if he didn't hold it, the gun fell to the ground, and the person did not stand firm.

Even so, he felt that his bullet had hit his prey, but the reality was cruel, and at this distance, he put an empty gun.

The black powder filled the air with the pungent smell of gunfire and the vast smoke, and when the smoke cleared, there was not even a single hair on the ground, and Abba's back was soaked.

When I went down the hill and saw me crying, my mother quickly picked me up, she thought I was scared to cry by this dark environment, in fact, I was not afraid of the dark since I was a child, she hugged me very tightly, and wrapped my coat around my body that was constantly convulsing because of crying. When I was a child, I had a lot of asthma, and when I cried, I couldn't breathe, and I had to pat my back hard.

I had something to say, but I was stuck in my throat, and I could only say two words with difficulty: "Marbles." ”

Of course, they don't think what happens if a child's plaything is lost, it's just a child's sadness and sadness, and their hearts are much worse than mine. My mom just patted me on the back and walked back without saying a word.

When I got home, maybe I was tired, but I fell asleep on my mother's shoulder.

"Little brother, can I play marbles with you?" I heard the voice of a little girl, and I opened my eyes in a daze, and found myself in the ancestral hall, the gate that had been locked all along, and now it was open. There was one wearing a red belly pocket with one of those crumpled paper bows, and she was holding two marbles in her hand, which I recognized at a glance as mine.

Once my aunt gave me a glass pendant, there was a snake in it, and then the thread worn in it broke, and this empty glass ball that was no different from marbles became my favorite marble, because other friends did not have this kind of similar thing, so I was very baby.

I was a little angry, and when I saw my things in her hands, I shouted, "You thief, give me back my things!" ”

"I—I'm not a thief, I picked it up." The little girl excused herself with some uneasiness, and her originally snow-white face began to have a touch of red.

When I heard that she didn't admit it, I wanted to go up and grab it, but I still said in my mouth: "You are a thief, this marble with a snake in it is the only one I have, where did you come from, shameless, you don't admit to stealing my things!" ”

The little girl blushed as she watched my arrival, and I unceremoniously snatched the two marbles from her tender little hands, and walked briskly down the steps, where I needed an empty place to continue playing with my marbles.

The fun of marbles made me forget the little girl crying at the door, she was like a person who had been lost in this world, and I only had marbles and self-amusement in my eyes.

After a while, a woman in a dark blue cheongsam walked up to me, and I looked up to see a beautiful aunt. If I remember her appearance at a glance, I am afraid that more important than her delicate face is the faint purple mark on her thin white neck.

"Yu'er said she wanted to play with you, can you take her to play for a while?". A faint voice came out of her mouth.

"Who is Yu'er?" I put away the marbles and asked rhetorically.

She pointed to the crying little girl and said, "Come over and play with this little brother." ”

The little girl wearing only a red belly pocket walked over step by step, as if she was afraid that I would not agree, and kept pulling the corners of her clothes.

When I was a child, I didn't really like the role of a little sister, but the beautiful aunt spread her palms: "This is for you." I saw that she had a new gadget in her hand, a small doll made of paper, which was a bit like the kind of paper figure that was tied now, pasted with red and blue white paper, and her pale face was dyed red with rouge.

I've seen this kind of thing, at the funerals of some old people in the village, for me at that age, everything is curious, and this kind of thing can only know that adults don't let me play, and the more things I don't let play, the more curious I will feel.

In this way, I took the papier-mâché doll and became friends with the little girl named Yu'er.

When you play, you get tired, and children are always like that. Whenever I got tired of playing, I would fall asleep, and then I would wake up again and find myself in my own bed at home, and I had no idea what dreams were at all.

After falling asleep more and more, I entered the ancestral hall, and Yu'er became a good friend of mine who lacked playmates in my childhood.

Yu'er was beautiful, much like her mother, but every time we played in the yard, I still didn't know about the world inside the unlocked door.

That beautiful aunt was Yu'er's mother, and sometimes I could hear her sobbing quietly from the house, and sometimes I could see her sitting on the threshold with her hands on her chin, looking sad. Only when Yu'er is having a good time will she smile faintly.

The cheongsam with a typical atmosphere of the Republic of China era perfectly sets off her figure, and the butterfly buckle at the top is always tied tightly, and occasionally inadvertently, the circle of purple will still be exposed on the neck.

Once, Yu'er was so happy that she said she was going to dance to show me, and that was the only time I entered the door.

It was Yu'er's "home", and there was a hemp rope hanging from the beam of that "home", and below the hemp rope was a large unpainted coffin, and the coffin was covered.

I'm no stranger to this thing, and I'm not even afraid, because in that era when the spark was not yet popularized in the countryside, the most important thing for an old man at home was to prepare a coffin for himself. The thickness of the wood and wood is the most important, and usually when the person is still alive, the coffin is not painted, and only when the person is critically ill will the craftsmen be called to paint it.

So this kind of white coffin without paint is available in almost every rural household, and there is nothing surprising about it, in my eyes it is the same as an ordinary piece of furniture. This thing often becomes a hide-and-seek hiding place when we are children, and even when we are tired of playing, we will wade in and sleep.

Yu'er climbed onto the white coffin so quickly, and then began her dance performance on top of this coffin. I vaguely remember that her movements were very strange, not the kind of dance we are used to, and she kept repeating one movement, which was to hold her hands in a hollow fist, and then she put it around her neck as if she had taken something, and then rolled her eyes upwards and her tongue out.

I was amused by her funny dance, but Yu'er's mother didn't know that she had appeared in the southwest corner of the room, she scolded Yu'er very harshly, Yu'er was very aggrieved and pouted: "I'm just learning from my mother." ”

Seeing that the situation was not good, I hurried out with Yu'er, who secretly told me that her mother asked her not to take me into that room again.

It was also from that day that I started to have a low-grade fever and a cough that started at that time.

My mom is also very strange, no matter how bad I cough during the day, but when I fall asleep at night, I don't cough at all, even the fever will go away, and I will continue to cough when I wake up.

Day after day of seeking medical attention, the normal night finally made my mother collapse, and the doctor could only prescribe some conventional medicines, but it never worked.

Cha Wenbin asked me: "Xiaoyi, will you still play with that little girl named Yu'er now?" ”。

I shook my head and said, "No, I haven't seen her since Yu'er was scolded by her mother that day." ”

I just looked at the little golden tadpole, it looked very cute.

"Xiaoyi, come here." Cha Wenbin didn't know when he had an extra thing in his hand: a little man tied with paper, similar to what Yu'er's mother gave me, but this one was more ugly.

To tell the truth, Cha Wenbin is obviously not good at doing the work of this paper-binding man, and I am not interested in the thing in his hand, but he asked me to take it and hide it on my body.

That night, Cha Wenbin went back to my house with us, and then until I fell asleep, I saw Yu'er again