"It was also a Saturday night when the second uncle and five other gunners went hunting in Boli because they had formed the Jiamusi Amateur Hunting Team. Four of the six people they wanted to go to came back, one was imprisoned, and the other would be buried forever in that barren field.

The second uncle took off his armed belt and clothes and pants, and introduced to everyone when he ate after washing his hands: "Lao Wang was accidentally injured and killed by Xiao Li, and now he is buried in Boli, and his family doesn't know about it, we have reported the case." ”

My aunt asked, "What's going on?"

The second uncle said, "At dawn, we went into the wetland, where the reeds grew very thickly. The six of us scattered forward, probably because we were too nervous, Xiao Li listened to the sound of the reeds, and suddenly a black shadow appeared in front of him, and his instinctive shaking hand was a shot, which Cheng thought, when we all gathered around to see, how was it that Xiao Li beat Lao Wang? How did he run to the front? What's more serious is that the shot was a single bullet, which hit the head right now, and the blood flowed endlessly......

We had to bandage and carry him to the health team in the tunzi more than ten miles away, but the doctor failed to rescue him, and he died. I found the militia to report the case, and the township government came to conduct an autopsy and take pictures, and Xiao Li was detained on the spot, and we also made a record, and the public security asked us to bury the body temporarily, and there was nothing we could do about it when the weather was very hot.

After we returned, we also reported the case to the Municipal Public Security Bureau and made a record, which is a matter of human life. Now we can't notify the two of them, so we have to rely on the police to deal with it. ”

The second uncle said that he had finished eating, and everyone was worried about the accident after listening to it, and had a premonition of the seriousness of the problem. My aunt sighed and went to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and the family frowned.

Although the Boli police had already experienced guns, the city police still came to ask for the gun and the gun license, which may be the basis for handling the case. The second uncle proposed to the police to go to Lao Wang and Xiao Li's house, but the police wanted to notify the family but did not let the individual explain, so there was no way but to wait.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and the family members of Lao Wang and Xiao Li knelt down and cried when they entered the house, and the second uncle and aunt hurriedly pulled them up to persuade and explain. But the two big living people are gone, and I can't accept it. They cried until midnight before being persuaded to go home.

The next day, the second uncle still had to go to work, and at noon it was possible that he would come back from leave to eat, and he was restless. He said to himself, "Never hunt again, never again." ”

The second uncle discussed with me in anxiety, saying that he would let me take the car back to Qiqihar tomorrow, maybe he was also afraid that I would be troubled here. On the night before I left, my second uncle told me about the murder that happened last year, and he talked about it seriously...

"Last summer, also on Saturday, a few gunners went hunting in Boli, and I didn't attend that time when your grandfather was sick. They were also six people who walked into the wasteland in the dark, and a few miles away from Tunzi, suddenly heard a gunshot, and the captain who took the lead turned around and asked, "Who fired the gun?" Everyone, look at me, I look at you, the guns are all on your back, no one shoots?

But the captain in front said that he fell, and everyone wanted to go over to see what was going on, but the captain shouted not to let everyone move, saying that he was injured by the ground cannon in the leg, and the ground cannon was a door cannon, which was not one, and he asked him to be careful to find the opposite cannon. Everyone really found the opposite cannon with a flashlight, but in fact, it was the opposite blaster, which was mixed with explosives from broken glass, and was wrapped in butter paper to lure animals to explode as long as they bit it.

But because of the fear of the head artillery, the rescue time was delayed, and when everyone found the head cannon and came to the rescue of the captain, the wound on his leg had already shed a lot of blood, so he quickly bandaged it, tightened the blood vessels with a rope, and ran straight to Tunzi with him on his back. When the sky was getting brighter, everyone came to the tunluo, and a person ran in front of him, and that person was running, shouting, and talking.

It turned out that the man was a local gunner, and according to him, yesterday it was his opponent who placed the gun. In the evening, he went to someone else's house to play cards, and in the middle of the night he was a little hungry, but a few people drank wine, but he didn't expect to be happy and drank too much, and he staggered home. Which Cheng wanted to sleep until now, and suddenly woke up and remembered the opponent's cannon outside the tun, I was really afraid that someone would step on it, and I was afraid of something.

Saying that, everyone came to the Tun Medical Center, and now they are looking for a hygienist, there is no hemostatic tool, and blood keeps pouring out. When people found a car on the way to the township hospital, they were no longer able to bleed too much.

After the case occurred, after the court prosecuted, the captain was a family of four children, what should I do if the pillar is gone? Both families hugged their heads and cried, how did the gunner's family also have three children?

The captain is no longer there, and he doesn't mean to harm anyone, and if he is sentenced to prison, the captain's family won't get anything, and in the end, both families will have a hard time. After research, the two families jointly submitted to the public security and the court, demanding that the gunman not be sentenced, also to relieve the two families of their living difficulties.

After the study of the public security and the court, the gunner was really released, and the two families walked around like a family, and the murder case ended from then on. ”

After the second uncle finished talking about the accident that happened last year, he still couldn't calm down, so he could only persuade me to go back to Qiqihar. Even if I don't leave, what good will it do?

I was really going home the next day, but I only stayed for 16 days this time, and I didn't expect so many things to happen. Grandpa still grabbed my hand, couldn't say anything in his mouth, and shed tears excitedly, but he thought that this was also our last goodbye!

It was my second uncle who put me on the train, and when the train started, we waved goodbye, goodbye uncle! Goodbye Jiamusi! Goodbye to my second hometown!

On the train, I thought of my aunt and uncle, who used to talk about my parents' marriage and about my father's memory. Almost working together, playing with my brother-in-law together. At that time, the family lived in a small white building, and there were guards guarding the gate outside the courtyard, but thieves still came. When my mother found out, she picked up a small pistol next to her pillow and shot her in the air out of the window. Brother-in-law, I still remember when I was a child, my mother once took me to visit my aunt's house, and my shoes fell off on the train platform, no matter how I shouted, it was other passengers shouting: "Child!", but my mother only cared about getting on the train, how could she pay attention to any child (shoes)?

In the middle of the night, the train entered Harbin, and because it was still an hour and a half to reverse there, I had to walk out of the station and look in front of the monument to the martyrs of the Soviet Red Army. The muzzle of the tank on it is facing Little Japan, which also proves that the Soviet army sacrificed a lot of soldiers in the liberation of Harbin, but finally won the final victory.

In the night light, to the east is a wide uphill road of cedar, with a cathedral across the road blocking the direct road, and just turn north along the road, pass the family buildings and then go down the street, there is the famous Qiu Lin shopping mall in the north. Looking north from the railway station, there is a guide rail motorcycle No. 6 bus that goes to Daowai, where there is also the Songhua River, and there is also the Songhua River Bridge. Looking at this spectacular city of Su Shi and the capital of Heilongjiang Province, my heart is also full of longing and nostalgia.

An hour had passed, and it was time for me to check in and get on the bus. Thinking of this, I hurried to the second floor of the station and began to check in from time to time. Through the wooden shed, you will go down the stairs at the designated platform and run to the train with seats. Soon after the train started, it crossed the long Songhua River Bridge, and at a glance, the wide river water was so beautiful and spectacular under the reflection of the city lights.

Only in less than ten minutes, the Songhua River spun in the aftermath, and was gradually left behind in the car. The train passed through Zhaodong, the train passed through Anda and Saltu, and the train was heading towards Qiqihar, and finally arrived at the station. I followed the passengers out of the ticket gate, it was already dawn, people were walking in all directions, I thought of my mother, who was very sick, and walked towards the railway hospital, into the ward where my mother lived.

When my mother saw me struggling to get up, she just grabbed my hand and wept, and under her questioning, I could only say that my grandfather and uncle's family were fine, but my mother said in tears that my grandmother and third uncle had died. In the face of my mother's illness, I can only comfort and comfort with tears.

Since that day, I have been nursing my mother in the hospital, and she can only eat walking, which is rice gruel, instead of pickles, because she has begun to swell, from head to toe, and her stomach is so big that she often has to pump. My mother still asked me to go back to my house in the south bureau to get pickles, but what should I do if she has no taste in her mouth?

The second aunt brought pickles to see her mother, and the two sisters just cried when they met, not only because of their mother's illness, but also because of the death of their grandmother and third uncle. My mother is only 46 years old, she is so haggard that she has become old, her head is shaking from time to time, and her colleagues in the hospital call her Mrs. Sun. The second aunt left for the sake of the family, and she left the ward with tears.

What I hated was my stepfather, why didn't he come to take care of him in other places, he didn't come back when he was so sick, could it be that work was more important than my mother's life? When I was 14 years old at the time, I had an incomparable hatred for my stepfather.

Under the persuasion of my mother, I went to the East Market Theater to recruit students, maybe this was my mother's arrangement for my future future. However, I didn't go to see the leader, but I heard from the hygienist that the recruitment examination had been completed this year, and she left the theater just because she said a word.

When school opened, I had to go to school and nurse my mother at the same time, and on January 21, 1960, my brother had a fever in his ears in the workshop, and he rushed to the hospital. My mother was seriously ill, and it was that night that my mother did not breathe a mouthful of phlegm, and since then, she has passed away from us.

Due to my mother's illness, my stepfather and my brother fought a lawsuit, one for the family property, and the other for my mother's pension for me, prompting my studies, future and destiny to go to the abyss from which I could not extricate myself with the occurrence of affairs.

After ten years of struggle and struggle, in 1970, I came to Jiamusi again after being baptized in that special era. But the grandfather died, the second uncle vomited blood and recuperated at home, he is no longer as radiant as he was back then, skinny and skinny, and a lot of things happened there, please see Chapter 42: The Missing Cousin Morality.