Thirty years ago, the moon was as round as it was tonight. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bright, golden yellow.

Hanging in the sky.

Facing the open and distant moonlight, Luo Bufan, who is good at making chicken feet and is the ninth master of the "Weapon Spectrum", the "Eagle of the Snowy Land", sits under the verandah, his eyes are calm, he passes through the long time, and seems to see a fifteen-year-old, thin young man, carrying a roll of luggage, holding his head high, arrogant and helpless walking on the country dirt road.

At that time, the child had a dream.

Eager to enter the city and work hard for the world that belongs to him.

Dazed but impatient.

Eager.

He felt that the world should be his.

He deserves his share of everything.

Why not?

Since the sun that comes out every day shines evenly on everyone's body?

This self-defeating child is called Yun Poyue. When he entered the city, he was actually only fifteen years old.

Before that, Yun Poyue had not seen the bustling hustle and bustle of the city.

In his vision, the only distinct ones are the dead trees and glaciers in the countryside, wild birds and goats.

A dusty road.

Endless mountains and lone wolves in the mountains.

Three years ago, my father fell ill.

Sallow complexion.

The expression is melancholy.

Stop every few steps and cough violently from time to time. His body was being irretrievably destroyed. Extremely weak, walking two more steps and sweating on his head.

Yun Poyue will always remember that day.

The father suddenly fell to the ground and was rushed to the rescue.

The mother came back to pick up her luggage.

He was actually very scared in his heart, afraid of the mysterious and desolate black, afraid of the barking of the dogs in the village, afraid of being alone and lonely.

Mother and son are busy.

The little orchid quilt was stacked beside him.

The dim oil lamp was on the other side.

The light was crooked, half-dead, drowsy, like a dying patient.

The light shines in the past.

Reflected.

Shining on the quilt, the light and shadow were infinitely magnified, expanded, and cast on the opposite earthen wall. The black shadow is constantly rumbling and swaying, like a grave!

Bury the graves of the dead.

Thinking of his seriously ill father, he may end up lying in the dark under that lamp.

Yun Poyue's heart is about death.

Suddenly, there was a terrible fear.

At that time, he was twelve years old, and he didn't know how to disappear and part, but the light shadow told people a secret: everything that belongs to you in this world may be swallowed by some inexplicable thing in an instant.

And people are powerless about it.

Yun Poyue knew that something was inevitable.

He just wanted to cover it up and not let his mother know.

Because women only shed tears.

The woman who shed tears darkened the world.

How many years later, in fact, he has been afraid.

In boredom.

In dodge.

Even in fear.

It's just that his approach to those women is completely different.

But more than thirty years ago, Yun Poyue was just a child, only twelve years old, so in addition to fear, he was almost completely unable to cope with that scene.

He tried to cover up.

For example, dress flat and avoid lights as much as possible.

He wanted to know, bear, master, and bury the secret alone.

Because that's terrifying.

It will make people think about it.

But Moon Breaker doesn't care about the ending.

He was just scared.

Even a little shy.

As early as a year ago, when a pig that his mother had worked so hard to feed suddenly died, he had developed endless anger and indifference to the world!

He couldn't find his mother that day.

Look around.

Look around.

When I finally saw her in the pigsty, my mother sat in front of the dead pig who had forgotten her troubles, carefree, and returned to the west, with a solemn expression and tears rippling in her eyes.

The pig that grew to more than 100 pounds.

Cheerful and strong.

Gluttony.

Father's medicine expenses, the family's oil and salt, occasionally see the extremely precious, extremely scarce, sour, sweet, red, bright and transparent, bite in the mouth click rock sugar gourd!

There are also small flower cloths.

Why did the pig, who pinned the endless hopes of the whole family, die all at once?

Yun Poyue's legs went limp, leaned against the wall outside the pigsty, and began to cry.

I don't know how long I've been crying, and I've had a lot of snot and tears. Sadness floods the world. In the end, it was his mother who came out, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Okay, don't cry." Silly boy, you see I'm all right. ”

The mother even laughed.

Yun Poyue stood up, stunned and speechless.

But I felt extremely ashamed in my heart.

Shy for himself, for his tears and dignity.

I was also ashamed to shed tears in front of my mother.

He was even more ashamed of his weakness.

Since then, he has clearly known that no matter how lonely, lonely and ashamed, it should not be easily revealed in front of women.

And yet those uncles and neighbors.

With a swagger.

Their family has died of pigs, dead flower cloth, dead medicine and sugar gourds. Those heartless people are still willing to sit on the kang, around the table, drinking soju and gnawing bones.

The pot is full of bones and large pieces of meat are boiled.

At first it is bright red, and then it slowly turns white.

The pieces of meat turned over happily in the boiling water.

Steaming hot.

The fragrance is overflowing.

But Yun Poyue just wanted nausea and vomiting.

He felt that it was actually himself boiling in the pot of boiling water.

Or the mother.

However, the mother only had a smiling face, greeted others with courtesy, and made them eat meat and drink wine. The most annoying thing is his cousin next door, who obviously holds a bone with meat in her hand, but she is still clamoring for something bigger!

Yun Poyue glanced at her fiercely, but the chick turned a blind eye, still twisting her body and jumping to the ground.

Gluttony!

In the end, Yun Poyue was scolded by her mother.

So much so that many years later, his memory of his cousin's shamelessness is still fresh in his memory.

Later, he tricked the little devil into the toilet and slapped him in the mouth. The cousin was still chewing the meat, grinning and crying loudly, and the aunt who came when she heard the sound was anxious and asked what was going on?

Yue Poyue said calmly: "She eats too much meat and can't pull out." It hurts my stomach. ”

Say goodbye and leave.

In fact, he was not afraid of his father's death, he felt that it was not much different in essence from the death of a pig. It was nothing more than a large crowd of people who came to his house to help, making a fuss, eating and drinking.

The difference is that the scale is a little larger.

The difference is that this time they will bury their father in the loess.

Instead of boiling out of the pot.

Therefore, what Yun Poyue is afraid of is not death, but the process of death, the handling of death, and the posture of death and the fear of death.

It reminded him of the pig.

No desire, no love.

Slaughtered.

and the helplessness and tears of the mother.

Contains too much helplessness.

He didn't want to be shy again.

So Yun Poyue tried to disguise, the purpose was just to cover up.

He didn't want his mother to see it.

Yet the mother found out.

When she saw the wriggling figure of the grave cast on the wall, her eyes began to change, there was a little horror in it, but more sadness.

Misery.

Depressed to the extreme.

Then shed tears, then sobbed, and then muttered, "He's gone, that damn one's gone, what can we do if we two are gone?"

Such a profound philosophical proposition.

Compared to a teenager, if he wants to crack it, Yue Poyue is a little panicked.

The last time he ate dead pork, he could also find a reason to vent his anger on his greedy little cousin. Pump her in both mouths. There was no such opportunity this time.

Yun Poyue had no teacher and said to her mother: "Mom, don't be afraid. Even if my dad is gone, there are still two of us, we still have to live. And me......"

He was twelve years old. (To be continued.) )