I don't know when, the clouds in the sky shrank very tightly on the sky, like shrimp balls that were amused and shrunk by people. These clouds are thick together, the wind can't blow away, the sky light can't penetrate, and when the morning and twilight, there will be a thin layer of gold around the clouds, which is no different from the jade chime hanging on the courtyard of Zhong Mingding's food house. The wind between the waters is like a moss, blowing on people's skin, scratching itchy, scratching it and feeling tired. No matter how much you blow it, you can't give people a sense of comfort.

As the days go by, the humid air invades the body, and the greasy feeling accumulated on the skin is even worse, and sometimes I want to scratch a few times, but I will always scratch the skin inadvertently. In order to make up for the defect that the arms are not long and cannot scratch the back, Yu Huaizhang and Xi Qidao killed a white bear, pulled off the bear's skin, wrapped it in a tree with a crooked neck, and scratched it when it was itchy. Like scratching the head, Kikido is also done in one go when scraping the back. It didn't take long for the hair on his body to fade, and the sparse hair on his head retreated to the top, then to the back of his head, and finally he could not hold the line of defense and disappeared completely. He stared at him like a cheap lost item, staring at the shyness hidden under his thick skin.

"Is there anything strange about me?" said Kikiki, rubbing the white fur off the white bear's skin. Looking at the smooth bear skin, he always wondered where the lice on it would go, whether they had been ground into powder, or had they followed the flesh into another world. Thinking of this, he felt that the scratched wound on his back was tickling, and it could not be lice eating at his flesh. It didn't take long for the two of them to scrape the bear skin white and thick, without the smell of corpse decay, which was no different from the murderer's aftermath of the body and making it impossible to tell whether the killed person committed suicide or he killed him. The two of them sometimes wonder if the white bear itself had found a short-sighted moment, stripped off its own skin, ate its own flesh, stripped its own bones and bones, and then burned the pike grass and roasted it to maturity and swallowed it itself, and then dried the bear's skin on a crooked neck tree and died peacefully. The bear's stomach and viscera are gone, and the remaining fragments of meat on the skeleton have been eaten up by the white fish in the stream, and the skeleton is piled up next to a pile of eggs, which are too large to be washed away by the current, and the poor bear's head is only silver-white bones, and the jawbones are bored on the pebbles. Sometimes finger-sized birds with porcelain-like plumage loom burrow through their eyeholes, pecking at the parasites that are not yet dead.

"You know what's the only thing I'm proud of?" one day, after routinely scraping his back, he scraped the sweat from his head.

"It can't be your head. Yu Huaizhang looked at his shiny brain and said.

"It's not right, it's not right, but it's still not right. ”

"It won't be your neck. He looked down at his neck, which was almost negligible in his shoulder blades.

"No, no, no!" said the joy of the air and popped his neck suddenly, like a peckering goose.

"That's your navel, and no one's navel looks like you, with a lump of flesh sticking out. He touched his sunken navel and poked it a few times with his little finger to test the depth.

"No, it's far away. After speaking, Xi Qidao rubbed the protruding meat ball on his belly button and eyes, this action seemed to be his habit, and he had to fiddle with it a few times a day.

"It can't be your feet, duck-paw feet, that make you walk from side to side like a duck. ”

"That's right, it's my feet!" Kikido patted his knee, and he pretended to be suddenly enlightened.

"No wonder, your Creator created you to eat your feet, and for her your pair of webbed palms are a rare delicacy. ”

"Haha, how can there be any creator, my birth is caused by the way of heaven, how to say it, there is no me in this world, suddenly God created me, although the body is an insignificant gadfly, but my appearance has also added some insight to myself, the light in this world is golden, the clouds are white, sometimes they turn gray, or with a layer of gold edges, but no matter what, how it changes, the clouds are still clouds, I am still me, the clouds are scattered and will be reunited, I think, I am dead and will be reborn, you see, the rock spiders on the ground are gone, and no one has anything to do with them, but they on the cliff only increaseOtherwise, the sleeping branches on the cliff wall would have smashed the attic above into broken bricks. It's not a pity to die, it's rare, I don't know what precious things are in my humble life when I die, maybe those rock spiders don't understand these at all, so they keep snapping and falling to the ground. The eggs on the ground don't understand these things, so they will be broken and eaten by us. Now I know this, I know what it is that I have been tired of all my life, and I know how to make up for it, how to redeem it, and how to become a decent and rigorous cultivator, and you actually tell me that I am no different from the pigs and dogs raised by others, which makes me feel a little chilled. After saying that, Xi Qidao fiddled with his navel again.

"But there are some things that you still can't understand clearly. ”

"If so, you can cut off my feet!" said him, and ran away into a cave, where he gathered some of the withered hay and laid it even, and then lay down on the ground and fell asleep, curled up to sleep, his hands under his armpits, his legs shrunk together, and his body in a folded line. drank two catties of wine to help him lie down and sleep soundly.

In those days, when the twilight clouds gathered, he drank the wine he found out of nowhere, and he would get drunk when he drank it, and the layer of yellow and thick cheeks on the surface of his feet was like moon wax, and when he slept unsatisfactorily, he would subconsciously scratch the soles of his feet, and he could sleep for a long time after picking off the itch on them, and even went into the cave towards the mountains between the clouds and waters, and scratched the surface of his feet could not wake him up. Once, when he scratched again as if he remembered something, he found that he could not catch his feet, and a few fingers wandered in the dark for a long time, only touching something cold and sticky, and it felt like reading a book, but not knowing whether it was a tragedy or a comedy. He also has a way, smearing those sticky things on the tip of his nose, a trace of fishy smell drives away the drowsiness cultivated by drunkenness, he knows that it is a bad thing, maybe he accidentally rolled his body when he slept, crushed the creeping mountain on the ground, and the juice of his internal organs was wrapped in his lower limbs in retaliation, so he didn't care, and he had the idea of forgetting such troubles and continuing to sleep, he touched the gourd next to the pillow, like a thirsty animal grunting a few sips, the wine was fragrant, as if it was very different from the bad wine he had drunk before, but he didn't care about the quality of the wine, and fell asleep after drinking。

At dawn, the plum blossoms wrapped in crushed and cold air rolled down from the cliffs, drifted into the stream, on the rotting white bear skins, and on the corpses of the withered rock spiders, some of them also drifted to the caves and landed on the body of the joyful road, the red rhyme of the plum blossoms was stacked on the mottled red liquid on the ground, which made people have a strange taste of the red between the clouds and water.

His feet were gone. At dawn, when the monk realized this, he calmly poured a few sips of wine, each without restraint, and drank a little, probably realizing that the wine in the gourd was not his own, and then he threw it on the cliff wall in the cave, and then covered his face with his bloody hands and began to cry loudly. Without feet, he felt that he was half shorter, and when he went out, he found a pair of crutches made of jujube wood standing on the side, and there was no one in the mountains, presumably this crutch was for his own use, and he didn't want a reason, so he went outside on crutches, while holding tears in his eyes, he looked up and looked at the light from the sky cave between the waters, the light was dazzling, and it was close to people's hearts. He fixed his eyes on the light, and seemed to feel something twisting and turning like a small snake in the realm of light, and he did not make romantic associations about it, but felt that there was something sick in his eyes, and perhaps many parasites had grown on his eyes like the white bear.

"I'm a parasite myself!" a meaningless thought appeared in his mind. But even a worm has the right to get his feet back.

"Give me back my foot, whether it's rotten or smelly, please give it back to me. After sucking in enough air and appreciating enough daylight, he went to Zhen Huaizhang to return to his feet, perhaps because of shame, he avoided him all day long. Kikichi walked long on the uneven rocks on crutches before finding him in an eggshell, which was found with an unformed stillborn baby next to the eggshell, and he curled up in it, perhaps hoping to hatch some sense of self-comfort. He looked apologetic, his face was like a, and when he heard the voice of the joy of the road, he buried his face deeper and did not dare to look at him.

"Please give me my face back. ”

"Lost, can't find it. Yu Huaizhang replied in a very quick tone.

"Anyway, please give it back to me, even if it's rotten bones now. ”

"It's been lost, can't be found. ”

"What do you want my feet to do? Do you want to eat or play with them?"

Although he refused, Yu Huaizhang later took out a pair of bones from his arms, according to the size, shape, and joy of the way to determine that it was his own feet, looking at the part separated from the body, he snatched it and hugged it in his arms and cried, the frost flowers and plum blossoms that fell on the sleeping tree were mixed together, and he was in his arms.

The tendons, the flesh, and the brittle bones of his feet were cut off, supplemented with condiments, and boiled and eaten by his aunt, for whom his feet were more delicious than bear's paws, and he was nothing more than a domestic dolphin to be slaughtered when it reached maturity.