She dreamed that the dragon and the heavy sword were falling rapidly from deep space, but they could not reach the earth; Tongues of burning fire spread furiously, kissing the ancient forest in all directions, and up with dazzling lightning, the red sea of fire circled purgatory with a deafening thunder. She was naked, her breasts flat as that of a young child, trembling blankly, pure as Eve, who had not been seduced by the serpent. She seems to have stripped herself of herself, waiting for an eternal image. But for a century, no redeemer appeared. The archangels are fighting the serpent in hell, the Virgin Mary is mourning in the stables, and Jesus Christ has not yet differentiated the spiritual power to dominate everything. She could only stand there, crumbling on the ground, waiting in fear for an end without an end. Suddenly, tongues of fire swam towards her, and the temperature crept impatiently. Her legs were pinned by something. She is a beautiful bride to be married, a muse of hell, pierced by iron nails condensed by the air, and imprisoned in a burning illusory carriage.

hot, unbearable temperature climbs; thirsty, cracked lines extending from the tip of the tongue; Tired, 10,000 summers crush the foot surface.

Her eyelids lifted heavily, her pupils slowly focused, and the spiral wood grain in her line of sight clarified her chaotic thoughts round and round. Dizzy, sore, lips dry, but there is a kind of happiness for the rest of my life: fortunately in the classroom, not in hell. At this time, a large blood-colored sunset poured in through the window, and red paint was everywhere; The buzzing fan overhead was pulled off the switch, and the temperature in the middle of summer was not to be underestimated even in the evening; The clock next to the blackboard pointed to 6:30, and the classroom was empty. Lin Mian got up slowly, and stretched his long waist with an "ah". This is a moment of relaxation every day, and there is no need to hold the shelf of a lonely and cold scholar without anyone else seeing it.

The trigonometric function was pressed to sleep, and the ancient poetry and text were silently floated to the foot of the table. Stuffed all the rolls into his schoolbag and took out the change in the coin bag, today Friday, my mother is going to church for worship at night, so Lin Mian has to turn the corner from school to buy groceries. The yellowed sneakers stepped on the concrete road, and the board was taking two steps, and then saw that there was no one in the field of vision, Lin Mian jumped on the stone bricks on the side of the road like a deer, and seriously explored on the narrow path. She has to be careful to cover her active and active temperament, and only show people with cold and withdrawn eyes.

I'm going to take a detour to the vegetable market today. Mom gave a lot today, twenty yuan is supposed to be the family's food money for a day, but she only said that Lin Mian would buy dinner dishes. What I didn't say clearly was that my mother felt sorry for Lin Mian and studied hard, and wanted to keep it for her to buy snacks to eat. Lin Mian loves to eat, sweet and salty, wheat kueh, sea stone flowers, glutinous rice cakes from roadside stalls, chocolates, lemon sparkling gum, and ice cream from the commissary. But she doesn't eat rice cake, the stuffing of the tough skin and pure beans is boring, and she doesn't eat the chocolate substitute for cocoa butter, which is so sweet that it feels cheap. To put it simply, he is poor and picky, and he loves to eat vegetables. Just like her, she is poor and screwed, smart and autistic.

Step out of the school gate and onto the road. This section of the road is asphalted, and it feels very different from the dirt roads in the countryside. The asphalt road is modern civilization, hard, bare, and unsentimental; The country road is rustling, there are small pebbles to kick around, there will be the aroma of earth when sniffing carefully, there will be earthy smell when it rains, and after heavy rain it will suddenly come like a spring breeze overnight, and it will be red and light green. is like a teacher in the third year of junior high school, with higher knowledge, but majestic, Lin Mian is not particularly close to anyone; When she was still in elementary school in the village, the female teacher who had a perennial cough would often boil Chinese medicine, wafting the smell of medicine, and at the same time showed gentle encouragement to her. It's like a frozen hand in winter, rubbing it to warm your red and aching ears. Except for Lin Mian, the other students were so afraid of this teacher. They can't understand the teacher's strictness, right? Or is there a natural fear of majesty? But the teacher is sick and needs someone to talk to her. Being a child has this advantage, you can say silly things casually, and adults laugh heartily. But the teacher's reputation in the village was not good. Because she didn't follow the rules, she didn't get married. She also has a habit of cleanliness and must walk a long way to wash clothes upstream of the stream. This is very heinous in the mouth of grandmothers: "How can a woman not get married and have children!" She's in her forties! Lin Mian didn't know if the teacher's thin face would be sad about it, but she felt that the teacher cared for her beyond ordinary students. When she received a peach, she would steal a plum in return, and Lin Mian would happily help the teacher wash the teapot and teacup in the office, sweep the floor, change the papers, and call her to tell her the results of the junior high school and March exams.

"Squeak!" The sharp sound of brakes hit Lin Mian's temple, and the tires were grinding and the road almost smoked. Lin Mian woke up in fright, and looked at the motorcycle that he almost crashed into in horror - it was a red light, and he was too fascinated and sloppy in his thoughts! The stammering apology was not yet spoken, the young man with the black T and black mask on the motorcycle had already teased his sweaty short inch very impatiently, his wild eyebrows flew obliquely into his sideburns, his black and white eyes glanced at her indifferently, he turned his head and stepped on the accelerator very neatly, his bony hand twisted the handlebar, the exhaust pipe roared wildly, and he flew away like an arrow - like an arrow, but the arrow feather fell lightly and fell into the eye of a certain girl - she rubbed her eyes and looked at the dark green heavy locomotive whizzing away, The back of the man in the car was so small, and the reflector shone like two precious diamonds. The eyes were rubbed too hard, and the feathers fell into the heart, scratching a little bit. She didn't notice that the feathers in her fourteen-year-old childish heart would grow into wings that would fly to the sun, but she was wondering if it was better to walk on the road in the middle of the night when it rained, or if her shoes had become lighter after wearing them for a long time.

After the crossroads, the salty smell of seafood swayed leisurely, not too bad or good. This is the bazaar, and the vast majority of them are selling fish, shrimp, and all kinds of seafood. There are also green dishes, whole pork on the table, and chickens fluttering in their cages one by one...... At the very edge, the corner closest to the public toilet there are hot fried bird eggs with iron sand, fried chestnuts with sugar, and glutinous rice rolls without rice cakes. If you want to eat delicious snacks, you have to temporarily endure the stench of excrement, and good and bad tastes, food and things are mixed together, which is a truth that Lin Mian has been exposed to since he was a child.

There is money tonight, Lin Mian plans to buy a little more hearty: bitter gourd scrambled eggs, bitter gourd to buy two, the eggs are given by the aunt next door, pay attention to buy local bitter gourd, the other ones are small, green and wrinkled, it will be very bitter; Stir-fried clams with garlic, clams are very cheap now, and there is a big plate for two yuan; Glass clams boiled meat foam soup, glass clams are expensive, but fresh and sweet, and there are many "grids" than flower clams; Make an exception and buy some non-essential snacks, two pieces of five scrambled bird eggs, my brother will want to eat them too. Lin Mian suddenly remembered, does the boy who rides a motorcycle also like to eat bird eggs? Does he think it's naïve to eat birds' eggs? As soon as this thought came to her, she shook her head and used centrifugal force like a washing machine - don't think about it, it's strange that she doesn't know him at all.

There is a lot of dirty water on the market floor where seafood is sold, and if you don't want to get your shoes dirty, you have to walk carefully on your tiptoes, over one bright and broken puddle after another. When she was about to squeeze through the stall selling braised geese, a brute force suddenly rushed from behind and hit her the back. Lin Mian was caught off guard, the bag was scattered on the ground, and he immediately took a few steps back, quickly stood up, and looked back in shock. A green bitter gourd rolled to the ground and was stomped hard by an unfamiliar foot around it, rotting to one side, like the face of a weeping woman.

"Babble!" A sharp cry pierced the black shade net of the bazaar, and Lin Mian almost shook his heart. Aside from the terrible crying, this top is a good voice, high-pitched and clear, with gongs and drums and zither, and blue water sleeves, you can perform the famous tide drama "Farewell to Your Husband" on the spot.

The crowd quickly gathered around, all blurred faces, just stretching their necks, sweating, and smelling like expired braised geese. The lucky geese who suddenly became the protagonists were confined in a cramped area: the sturdy and fat owner of the braised goose stall, the greasy hand of the proprietor, and the crying woman. Lin Mian's curiosity was ignited suddenly, and he squeezed into the circle left and right, and when he looked at it, the woman turned out to be a sister-in-law in the village.

My sister-in-law was married from another village, and she was very beautiful, with almond eyes, melon seed face, black hair and snow skin, and she was always smiling. He is quick with his hands and feet, and he works every day to support his husband, three girls and sick in-laws. In my impression, even if I can't open the pot again, I have never seen her cry in front of people, what's wrong?

An aunt stepped forward to help her and persuaded her not to fall in front of others. She cried until she trembled, but she resolutely tore away other people's hands, and approached the man standing in front of the stall step by step, the hatred, resentment, and will to survive in the almond's big eyes were mixed, and a bullet-like gambling curse burst out of her mouth, and her voice was strange, as if she was about to cry blood. And the brine geese are still unmoving, oily and fragrant, hanging from their elegant and slender necks, exuding a deep fragrance to seduce the laity. With all the scenery and fragrance, it's no wonder no one wants to leave. Lin Mian pricked up his ears, but he couldn't hear very clearly, only hearing words like "gambling money" and "cheating". You don't have to guess hard, you can probably understand - this is the old habit of this village: the man who is addicted to gambling, the woman who has to take command of the battle, the drama of jumping feet and the dignity of worthlessness, for the discipline of "one day husband and wife for one hundred days", for the sake of children and rice.

The proprietress smiled wryly, and she was very honest. She wanted to step forward and hold her sister-in-law's hand, but she didn't dare, she wanted to disperse the onlookers who liked to see it, and she couldn't hide hundreds of mouths, so she finally ripped off the plastic bag, quickly lassoed the two geese, and pushed them into her sister-in-law's hand, saying that she would take them home for the children to eat. The sister-in-law pushed away hatefully, as if she was ignited by this disguised gift, and began to curse uncontrollably, with her hair scattered, shouting that she was going to spit out the man's black money, she really had no choice but to raise three children! The man sneered, and finally walked out of the stall, picking up a sharp knife that cut goose bones. He moved forward step by step, his sister-in-law was frightened, opened her eyes like a copper bell, and retreated step by step, and the onlookers also exclaimed in surprise to disperse the encirclement, trampling the vegetables and fruits of the stall next to them. Finally, he retreated to a pile of sand and gravel dumped here by the people who built houses nearby, and there was no way to retreat.

The man approached his sister-in-law's pale face directly, his voice was cold and hard, and he said that he didn't have any money at all, and it was your man's own bad luck and his own loss. I lost all of my own XX, why don't you chop it off, and ask a woman to come to the door to make trouble. If you want money for him to come by himself, if you dare to come, I will chop off one of his hands.

With a cruel word, he pushed his sister-in-law's chest with his hand, and maybe twisted it heavily. The sister-in-law sat down on the gravel pile, and the second cry of pain suddenly went out of control, and the beam was endless, but she could not pull back the crowd to administer justice for her. She fell to her knees, pounded the ground incessantly, and cried out for her life.

The man turned back to the stall majestically, saying that he would not cut the woman, and told her to get out of here, otherwise he would really beat her.

The drama ended, the encirclement was dispersed, and it was a crowded bazaar again, except for a woman sitting on the ground crying.