"Hey—poor to see, the old Uncle Li at the west end of the village died yesterday." The man wearing the jujube winter clothes sighed, "It was said that he hid a hemp rope and hanged it beside the bed, and it was still in his hand before he died. Holding a safflower jacket."
"Lao Li? Hasn't he been stupid for five or six years? How can he still know how to hang himself by touching a hemp rope?"
The woman in Zaoyi shook her head: "Didn't Aunt Li pass away from a serious illness a few years ago? Er Lizi and the others were afraid that Uncle Li would not be able to overcome this hurdle. They used him to be foolish and ignorant, and lied to him that Aunt Li was visiting the doctor in the county town. Have you heard of it?"
"I heard that it was Uncle Li who opened his eyes and couldn't remember what he said the day before yesterday. He asked Er Lizi 'where's your mother' every day."
"Yes, but it is said that he woke up a little two days ago, and he understood that his son was coaxing him, and the aunt is long gone." Zaoyi Nu sighed, "The original old Uncle Li is stupid and stupid, and he can still survive. Now All of a sudden, there is no hope, and if one doesn't see it, he finds a short-term meeting."
"Hey... some things, it's better not to understand if you understand... "
While the two fu men were talking, Xue Xian and the others had already crossed the bridge. The wounded soldier seemed to be stunned for a moment, and stayed in the same place for a while, then silently followed Xue Xian and the others.
"It's here..." The wounded soldier's tone sounded hesitant. He raised his finger and pointed to a small earthen hut on the side of the road. There were three doors in total, two side by side, one hut folded to the side, and about two of them lived in , one is the stove.
Coincidentally, when he opened his mouth, one of the doors of the earth house was pushed open, and a woman with a neat face in a bun walked out. Between her fingers was a knot of colored rope coiled with a dried turtle's back.
She tidied up the knot, tiptoed it and hung it on an iron nail beside the door wall, touched the tortoise shell again, turned and glanced outside the house.
For a moment, Xue Xian even thought she was looking over. But she just swept past where they were, looking in the direction of the village entrance, then closed her eyes, trimmed her hair in a bun, and went into the kitchen.
"Let's go, let's go over." Xue Xian said.
As a result, he didn't hear a response, and when he turned his head to look, he found that the wounded soldier's somewhat blurred face was wet, and he didn't know when he had already burst into tears.
He followed Xue Xian and the others to the door of the house like a sleepwalker, but instead of entering the kitchen, he walked to the colorful knot in a daze, as if he wanted to touch the turtle's back, but he had already lost his hands. , can only watch. He glanced at the knot, turned his head again, passed through the open door of the stove, and looked at the woman sitting by the stove.
"What custom is this knot?" Xue Xian asked.
It took a long time for the wounded soldier to suppress his choking and muffled: "The 'return' of the turtle returning home is a custom here. If someone in the family has traveled far away and has not returned, they will weave a knot like this and hang it."
It changes every month, from spring and summer to autumn and winter.
"I..." The wounded soldier looked at the woman in the stove full of smoke, and after a while, he said, "I changed my mind... Don't let her see the military card."
He hadn't seen her for many years, and it seemed like he couldn't get enough of her. After a long time, he looked away reluctantly and looked at Xue Xian and Xuan Min: "Excuse me, two, can you help me bury the general's card in front of this house?"
Xue Xian looked at his wet face and nodded, "Okay, don't you regret it? We can leave if we bury it, but if we leave, we won't come back. If you change your mind again... No one can help you. already."
"Well... I'm watching her and my parents here, guarding in front of the door." The wounded soldier whispered, "They can't see the military badge, so they always have some hope..."
He has fought for many years, with iron bones, blood and sweat, but he must have rarely shed tears, so he cried with a grim face, as if he was clenching his teeth and suppressing it without making any sound.
The wounded soldier was silent for a while, then suddenly looked at Xuanmin and said, "I-I heard of a kind of yào that can make people live in the next life. I'm like this now, can I find it and eat it? ?"
Xuan Min pondered for a moment, and before he could speak, Xue Xian had already said "tsk" and shook his head, "Why do you always love to tie your next life or even your next life to one person, I have met more than once before, The person who said this to me once was also a soldier in a mixed army. He repeated it over and over for a whole night, and asked me if I had any such yào. But if life and death are involved, most of them are evil things, and the price is not affordable for ordinary people. , how can there be so many cheap and good things for people to take up.”
Who knows that the wounded soldier said seriously: "Not sure, when I was young, I heard Uncle Qu in the village say that there is a seed in his hometown. If you plant it on your body, you can promise it in your next life, and you can plant it in your next life. The other party's misfortunes are also borne together