Ma Xiaole left and went back to his hometown. This time I went back to the village and didn't get the expected relaxation effect, but it was even more annoying, and even Tian Xiao'e made fun of him, which was really a little anxious.

However, the successive cold receptions and blows made Ma Xiaole learn to hibernate, he was silent in the office, he did something to do, he buried his head in reading books and newspapers when he had nothing to do, and he didn't care about other people's affairs, let them go noisy, and the only thing he wanted to do was how to get the taxes in the township. However, this matter is not easy, and it is not possible to find a way in a short time, so he is not too anxious, and everything is stable.

Slowly, the days are stabilizing, but there is another thing that makes Ma Xiaole embarrassed: now that the year is over, there is a Spring Festival holiday, will the village go back or not? Let's go back, it's really not a happy thing, because women like Tian Xiao'e and Gu Meiyu make him feel a little untouchable; Don't go back, it doesn't seem to have any reason, it's all on vacation, what are you doing in the township, although someone wants to stay on duty, but there is no need for him, those who live in the family courtyard are rushing to be on duty, because there is nothing to do on duty, eating, drinking and having fun are not delayed at all, and they can get so much overtime pay.

After thinking about it until the holiday, Ma Xiaole finally decided to stay, just using this clean time to think about taxes. If this matter can be done, Feng Yishan will be satisfied, and he will definitely pay attention to him. At that time, he refilled his confidence and no longer pretended to be a turtle.

Ma Xiaole cleaned the dormitory well, and if the New Year is going to be here, he has to get a new atmosphere. I swept up a pile of garbage, put it in a dustpan and dumped it, and then walked slowly to the dormitory. My colleague Lao Wang suddenly called out to him, saying that someone was looking for him at the door.

It's all about time, who will come looking for it? Ma Xiaole muttered, walked to the gate and saw that it was Ma Changgen, "Dad, didn't I ask someone to carry the letter, I won't go home for the New Year this year." ”

"Stinky boy, don't talk about going home for the New Year!" Ma Changgen looked excited, took out a piece of red cloth from his pocket, his hands trembled a little with excitement, and after opening the red cloth, he pinched up a small piece of slightly clear reddish things, and shouted at Ma Xiaole: "Look what this is!" ”

"What, it's like a glass of candy." Ma Xiaole disagreed, and reached out to pick it up.

"Be careful!" Ma Changgen carefully put the small thing in Ma Xiaole's palm, "This is a dog whip!" ”

"Dog whip?" Ma Xiaole frowned, thinking nonchalantly, "Whose dog, such a thing?" ”

"Alas!" Speaking of this, Ma Changgen sighed, "Xiaole, don't be sad when you say it, it's Ah Huang." ”

"Ah Huang's?!" Ma Xiaole was startled and almost let go of the things in his hand.

Ma Changgen hurriedly covered his hands, "Don't fall, don't fall, this thing is precious!" ”

Ma Xiaole didn't listen to anything precious or not, he was just sad and sad, the last time he went back, he knew that Ah Huang was sick, and said that he would come to the township to buy medicine for people to take back, but then he forgot about it, and now, Ah Huang is no longer there.

"Dad, Ah Huang is dead?" Ma Xiaole burst into tears.

"Yes, it's dead, there's no rule of law." Ma Changgen was also sad.

"Dad, don't lie to me, I've seen that thing in Ah Huang, there are these ten or eight big, why is there so much left." Ma Xiaole wiped his tears, "You say, are you lying to me?" Ah Huang is fine, right? ”

"No, I'm going to go to the countryside to lie to you about this?" Ma Changgen lamented again and again, "Ah Huang is really gone." ”

"Isn't that small then?"

"I don't know, I put it in the pot and boiled it like this."

"Why did you cook Ah Huang, how many years old dog, how close, you should bury it well." Ma Xiaole said, "It has been with me in the orchard for many years, alas, why did I cook it." ”

"Alas, this matter, complaining about my father was confused for a while, his ears were soft, and he listened to the words of the villagers." Ma Changgen said, "You don't know the situation at the time, originally I saw that Ah Huang died, I was really sad, and I thought that the size was also a life, so I buried it." But some people in the village said that it was a pity to bury it, it was just about to be the New Year, and they could still sell it for a good price if they hung their teeth and peeled off the skin. I think about it, then Ah Huang probably won't blame me under Jiuquan, so he peeled the skin and sold the meat. Originally, someone was willing to pay a lot of money to buy Ah Huang's whip, saying that Ah Huang could even climb a she-wolf, and that guy must be super supplemented. But after peeling it out, they were dumbfounded, Ah Huang's root was big, not like other dog whips, it was red, it was jet black, and it emitted a foul smell. People said it must be broken, maybe it was poisonous, and they wanted me to carry it and throw it into the river and wash it away. I wondered if our family Ah Huang hadn't eaten any poison, and nothing special had happened, so how could the whip be poisonous, so I mentioned that the river had put it in the dry grass. ”

"And then you're going to take it home and cook it?" Ma Xiaole was a little surprised when he heard it, and it took a long time to interject.

"yes." Ma Changgen nodded, "You don't know the scene where it was cooked, it's really weird!" ”

"What's weird?"

"At that time, I took the dog whip back, thinking that if I put more water in the pot, I might be able to eat it after cooking." Ma Changgen said excitedly, "But guess what, the pot full of water was finally boiled black, red, black and red, and the whole stove house was full of fishy smell, which smoked me so much that I had to run out to breathe." Later, the fishy smell dissipated, and I picked the dog whip in the pot with a fork, but I didn't pick it. Finally, I scooped out all the water in the pot, and only then did I see this half-finger-sized thing at the bottom of the pot, which was crystal clear and translucent. Your godmother said that this thing must not be a good thing, let me throw it away, I am willing to throw it, it was not easy to make such a point, but I was also afraid that this thing would be really poisonous, so I cut a small piece of my nail and put it in a wine bottle and soaked it for a few days. ”

Ma Xiaole felt that he was listening to a strange story, and asked with a wink, "What about later?" ”

"Hey, hey!" Ma Changgen turned his head to look around, made sure that there was no one else, and whispered, "Just last night, I drank a small wine cup at dinner, and I slept so hard, how many years, and finally won a decisive victory with my eyebrows raised!" Your godmother, you're good to me today! When Ma Changgen said this, his face was heroic, like a warrior who had fought in all directions and returned triumphantly!

Ma Xiaole is a clever ghost, as soon as he heard this, he immediately clenched his palm and grabbed the small dog whip in his hand, "Dad, what you said is true?!" ”

"Stinky boy, why am I lying to you!" Ma Changgen said in a pitiful tone, "Xiaole, since you were kicked by the golden pillar, it has been difficult for you in the past two years, so I rushed over in the morning, maybe this thing can cure you!" After speaking, he took out a small bottle from his pocket, "This is the wine brewed by the dog's whip, can you find time to try it?" ”

Ma Xiaole put the puppy whip in place, took the small bottle, and solemnly looked at the yellowed wine inside, so excited that he couldn't speak. After a long while, he said, "Dad, you go back first, I, I'll try it slowly." ”

Ma Changgen understands Ma Xiaole's feelings, and this matter will be easier without others.

Ma Xiaole sent Ma Changgen out a long way, turned around and ran back to the dormitory, closed the door with a "bang", and locked it firmly.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ma Xiaole stared at the small bottle in a daze, and put his hands together for a long time, "God bless, let this magical thing save me, a poor person." And Ah Huang, I treat you well on weekdays, so you can show mercy and use the spirit of heaven to make my thing get better quickly! ”

After speaking, he uncorked the bottle and drank it with his head up.

The wine was down, maybe it was a little more, Ma Xiaole was a little dizzy, so he fell into the quilt and fell asleep in a daze.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Ma Xiaole woke up and felt that his lower abdomen was like boiling water, and he was tumbling very much.

"Is it going to work?!" Ma Xiaole lifted the quilt excitedly, but he didn't see the slightest improvement, but the desire surging in his lower abdomen was always about to rush out.

The flustered Ma Xiaole tried his best to control it.

In the end, it was a disappointment.

Nearly two hours passed, Ma Xiaole couldn't control his anticipation, and he really felt a thick stream of heat rushing out of the winding pipe.

"Mother, it's really over, nothing can cure me!" Ma Xiaole cried out sadly, slumped on the bed weakly, and stared out of the window blankly with lifeless eyes.

Outside the window, the sky was gray and yellowish, and the air seemed to stop flowing.

This is a sign before the snow.

Originally, Ma Xiaole liked snow very much, and he felt that everything was full of vitality and could bloom in the snow. But now it's different, with his current mood, he can't be interested in anything, let alone interested, and even alive, he feels that he has lost hope.

Until dark, Ma Xiaole froze in the bed like a dead fish and did not move.

The snowflakes have already drifted up, and a layer has been laid on the roof on the ground, and there is a lot of accumulation on the windowsill.

The sound of falling snow was originally very stimulating to Ma Xiaole. In the past, when it snowed every year, he would run out and listen to the "rustling" sound of snowflakes falling on his shoulders, which fascinated him and was an indescribable enjoyment.

I don't feel anything about that enjoyment now, the only thing I feel is chills all over my body.

Ma Xiaole sat up from the bed, put on a padded jacket, and planned to smoke a cigarette to warm up, but when he touched his pocket, he touched the puppy whip.

Ma Xiaole took out the puppy whip and put it on the palm of his hand to look at it, wondering if this thing needs to be made with some fierce material?

But how? I don't really have the courage to swallow it. Ma Xiaole thought that there was a camera on TV, burned something to ashes, and then drank it with water, which also worked.

"Yes, burn it to ashes and drink it! That's it anyway, you have to give it a try! Ma Xiaole came to his senses, took out a lighter and burned it.

But the strange thing is that this dog whip will not be burned to ashes until it is burned into a thin oil that is red and yellow, and drips onto the table, and then it will never change again.

Seeing that there was still a little bit of the puppy whip left in his hand, Ma Xiaole put out the fire and sighed: "Damn, why don't you become ashes?" ”