"I'm going to die!" I groaned, and I weakly followed the old drunkard.

Because one thing I found was that he didn't go fast, but if I fell, he wouldn't slow down and wait for me.

Walking thousands of rivers and mountains to Kunlun Mountain in Western Xinjiang, thinking about it makes my scalp explode.

The old drunkard walked to a horsetail pine that had fallen needles, picked up a fruit of a masson pine on the ground and threw it to me, and said, "I can't stand it if I'm hungry, so I use this to top it." ”

When I saw it, I almost didn't faint, it was a good pine cone, but it was the most ordinary, the smallest Masson pine cone.

There are a lot of such masson pines in Hongcun, and I was hungry when I was a child, and there was nothing to eat, so I ate almost everything I could eat and taste. Even the beetle bamboo worms have been roasted and eaten.

But I've never tried the fruit of Masson pine.

I heard from the older generation that in the turbulent years of decades ago, when the hungry were about to eat the soil, some people tried it, and they couldn't eat more, because the fruit of Masson pine was poisonous.

As we all know, nuts have a certain toxicity, and the pine cones sold on the market are specially cultivated varieties for food.

This thing doesn't even eat squirrels.

What drove me crazy the most was that the Masson pine cone had been falling for months, covered in mud and rotten.

However, I am already hungry and want to bite my own meat now, no matter how small the mosquito meat is, it is still meat, and as for toxicity, it is no longer considered within the scope.

I immediately took out a knife and cut it, and finally found a flesh the size of a melon seed, which was already blackened and smelled a little spoiled.

I pinched my nose and threw it into my mouth and chewed it, and my mouth immediately smelled of pine oil, like drinking a small sip of diesel. And after chewing two bites, you can't feel its existence, it's too small.

"I'm going to starve to death on the road!" I looked up to the sky, pessimistic in my heart.

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Then, when my days of misery came, I found something else to eat, such as grass elm bark and the like. But the old drunkard didn't let me eat it, only let me eat pine cones, saying that it was a holy product of Bigu, and the toxicity contained in it would also help me Bigu.

The most excessive thing is that he even restricts water, only giving me a small sip of water for most of the day, while he himself is gurgling.

Helplessly, I could only try to collect pine cones, and I didn't let go of every pine tree I passed, running up and down, and the distance was invisibly much more than that of the old drunkard. The energy replenished by the pine cone is not enough to maintain the excess consumption.

By the seventh day, I felt like I was dying, tired, hungry and thirsty, and if it weren't for my ability to recover, my stomach would have digested itself.

But the problem is, I just can't die.

The days were like this, and I spent the torment like a year, and gradually I suddenly found that it seemed that my stomach had been protesting for a long time without effect, and I was tired, and I slowly quieted down.

But hunger has not diminished by a bit.

A month later, I felt like a walking corpse that could breathe, and in addition to picking pine cones.

When I took the short knife as a mirror, the whole beggar who came out of nowhere was skinny, and the flesh was gone, leaving only skin and bones.

After that, half a month later, we passed by a village at night, and from a distance, the village was full of red lights and fireworks, and it was Chinese New Year's Eve.

I immediately remembered my parents, it was another year.

Since I left Hongcun, I have been like a machine, looking and running all over the world, never tireless.

In the blink of an eye, it is already the fifth year.

In two years, I will be the year of standing, and when I leave Hongcun, my parents' temples are already gray, and I haven't seen them for five years, I don't know what happened to them.

I stood on the top of the hill in a daze, and my eyes were moist for a moment.

No one can tell me when such days will end, and no one can tell me if I will finally be able to unlock my secrets and return to peace.

The old drunkard also stopped, swallowed a mouthful of water, turned his head to look at me, and said, "Don't leave today, go to the village to rest." ”

I said okay, although this is a strange village, but mixed with the smell of gunpowder, it is almost the same.

The old drunkard took me in, and every family in the village was preparing a Chinese New Year's Eve meal, and the smell of the meal wafted throughout the village.

This is a kind of meal that has been absent for five years and has the smell of farmhouse firewood.

"Woo Woo ......"

The unfamiliar smell made all the dogs in the village bark, but they didn't dare to come near us. The sound of dogs barking woke up some of the villagers, as well as children who were setting off fireworks and lighting firecrackers.

"Call Hanako into the village, call Hanako into the village......"

The children were the first to see us, and they immediately ran to tell each other, and they ran and shouted. As soon as many adults saw us, especially me, they immediately pulled their children into the house and closed the door.

Some of the fierce ones drove us away, and they were very vigilant. There were also a few people behind us, vigilantly watching us.

The old drunkard did not stop, but went straight through the village to the entrance of the village, where there was a big tree with a grave under it.

Following there, the people who were wary of us slowly dispersed, and even the barking of dogs slowly calmed down.

The old drunkard sat down on the grave and lay down. This is a very rude act, and it is disrespectful to sit on the grave like a human head.

My heart wasn't as big as his, so I had to rest on the tombstone.

After walking around the village, I noticed that I didn't have the urge to rush into the farmer's house to eat and drink. But hunger has not been alleviated in the slightest, and it is still hungry with green eyes, and the heart of hunger is close to the back.

It's like the conditioning is weakened or even cut off.

The conditioned reflex of hunger is to eat, what to eat, if there is no way, spend money to buy, do it yourself, and take it by force.

In short, you must eat.

But my reflexes have been visibly cut off, and I am very hungry, but it does not correspond to eating.

To put it more bluntly, I am very hungry, but I have no desire to eat, at least not strong.

I don't know what this means, it's because Bigu has already had an effect, or if it's just starvation to the limit and numb.

Leaning against the tombstone, I was dazed and fell asleep in a few moments.

By the time I opened my eyes again, the rooster in the village had already made its first crow.

Immediately after that, a faint smell of food wafted into my nostrils.

My eyes slowly focused, and I found that there was a bowl of yellow, orange and orange potato flour and rice crackers on the ground not far away.

The south does not produce noodles, so the noodles are made with rice flour and potato flour instead, and after the noodles are fried, they are fried first, and when they are fried until both sides are golden, they are steamed in water, and the last thing that comes out is the yellow, orange and orange rice crackers in front of you.

I often eat rice crackers in Hongcun, my mother can make them, and the craftsmanship is very good.

I instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and turned my head to see the old drunkard lying on the grave, his mouth still snoring loudly when he grew up.

I struggled for a moment, got up and walked over, and picked up the bowl of rice crackers. It was already cold, and in order to reflect the New Year's festivities, the rice crackers were dipped in carmine with chopsticks.

It must have been sent by the kind villagers in the village last night, and they slept so hard that they didn't hear any movement at all.

I reached out and picked up a rice cracker, it was burnt and burnt, and the color was very good, but it was hard after freezing overnight.

My heart began to fight between heaven and man, and my body told me that I would not be hungry after eating this bowl of rice crackers, but my spirit told me not to eat it, otherwise it would be useless.

The stomach, which had been silent for more than a month, let out a roar of desire, and the "coo-coo" kept screaming.

At the same time, the reflex in the body that "you have to eat when you're hungry" seems to return. The saliva poured out, and the desire to relieve hunger came like a mountain of crushing mountains, leaving my fragile spirit like a broken candle in a storm, ready to collapse and extinguish at any moment.

I began to breathe involuntarily, a battle of instinct and sanity.

Don't joke, when a person is hungry and crazy, hunger will be as powerful as the devil, dominating people, and he can't help himself; That's what lurks at the bottom of a creature's instincts.

"Throw it away, throw it away!" I yelled desperately in my heart, but my hand didn't listen to the command at all, and I held the porcelain bowl and didn't let go.

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