To cry with laughter, to live with death—Yu Hua lives.
He dreamed that he was still very young, about five or six years old, sitting on the head of the bed, leaning on a woman with the hot radiator on one side.
The woman had a big belly, so he didn't dare to be reliable anymore, he just pressed his tilted head on her arm weakly, creating an illusion of intimacy and dependence.
That woman is so beautiful, she is no different from those popular stars on TV, with an oval face, fair and clean eyebrows.
She was holding a tattered old book in her hand, and was carefully reading the story on it.
The woman seems to have a low level of education, and her ability is very limited. She also stumbles in reading simple fairy tales, and there are often confusing sentence breaks, but she seems to be enjoying herself quite a bit. She holds the book in one hand and rests on the On my stomach, the tone is sweet and clear, and the expression is calm and beautiful.
"The children went to the other side of the mountain together and found a small stream running from east to west happily, saying, 'Stupid children, here are delicious pastries, golden roast chickens, countless There are colorful candies hanging on the tree, like the stars in the sky, you can’t pick them off, and there are man-eating monsters here, waiting to turn you into chubby little lambs and swallow them in one bite.”
"At the very beginning, the children were petrified and dared not step over. They lived on this side of the creek and lived on wild mushrooms and wild strawberries. Wild mushrooms were tasteless and tasteless, and wild strawberries Sour and green. Finally one day, the oldest boy said to himself: 'I can't bear it any longer, if only I could have pastries and roast chicken from the other side, and countless sweets Woolen cloth.'"
"He was the first to jump over the creek, had a good meal in the beautiful wood, and jumped back to the side of the stream at night, telling everyone that there were no monsters eating people in the woods. So the next day, the oldest The girl also said to herself: "It would be great if I could eat pastries and roast chicken on the other side, and there are countless sweets." On that day, she jumped over the stream with the first boy and arrived at After a hearty meal in the beautiful woods, the two came back together in the evening, claiming that they still hadn't encountered any man-eating monsters."
"Boys and girls jumped over the stream one by one to enjoy the delicious meal on the opposite side. A day passed and the man-eating monster did not come out. A month passed and the man-eating monster still did not come out. They laughed loudly and rushed and then lived together on the other side of the stream, walking freely in the beautiful woods every day, eating exquisite food and countless sweets. Only the youngest boy stayed where he was, and any No matter how his companions who grew fatter and yelled at the other side, he insisted on not taking a step closer."
"The children who crossed the stream shouted to their little friends every day: 'Hey, come here, the stream is lying, there are no monsters eating people here, life here is like heaven!' But the youngest boy was unmoved, He still lives by picking mushrooms and wild strawberries. He remembers what his grandmother told him when he went out. There is no free lunch in the world, and the most terrible trap in the jungle is the ease of no reason."
"Suddenly one night, the youngest boy heard a sharp roar. He woke up in fright. When he opened his eyes, he found that the stream had surged, split the land in two, and turned into a vast ocean."
"Wang Yang was singing: 'The little lamb is chubby, eat it in one bite, and don't run away!' The youngest boy rubbed his eyes and found that his companions were being chased by a monster as big as a mountain, but they were too Fat and unable to run fast, they were overtaken and eaten one by one before reaching the water's edge. They all fell into the most dangerous trap, and only the youngest boy escaped, and the story spread come down."
Turning over the yellowed pages, the endless story was told, and the woman seemed to be a big project. He let out a sigh of relief, and casually said to Wei Qian who was leaning on her: "So, people can't live too much." Comfortable, when your brain is full of fat and you are full every day until it is dark, you will not be far from belching and catching a cold."
Her nice but vulgar voice was interrupted by the sharp ringtone, Wei Qian opened his eyes suddenly as if frightened, and jumped up from the bed.
It was half past five in the morning, and the sky was not yet full light.
Wei Qian was still immersed in the dream just now, it was a sweet dream, but also a nightmare.
He struggled to get up like a dead dog under the low pressure of lack of sleep on his forehead, picked up his slippers, slapped to death a cockroach that was crawling proudly over his bed, and then jumped down the water pipe with one leg , Rinse the soles of the shoes clean, wash your hands and wash the rice with the sound of "pat" and "pat" footsteps, and cook porridge in a deformed small pot.
Then he poked his head out of the window and saw that the breakfast stall at Mazi's house downstairs had been set up and was heating up a frying pan.
Wei Qian blew a long whistle downstairs, not minding waking up the neighbors at all, and yelled downstairs: "Mazi, bring me three fried dough sticks!"
As soon as he yelled, the upstairs window creaked open, and a fat man with a toothbrush in his mouth said vaguely, "Brother wants six, pick me the thick and big one!"
It was San Fatty upstairs who was shouting, this guy has already become a ball, and he is still proud of the trait of "rice bucket", and his level of thinking is simply extraordinary.
Wei Qian felt that Sangen was quite lacking in heroism compared to Liugen, so he raised his head and said to Sanpang, "Pigs, you are so active and enlightened in slaughtering pigs!"
San Pang was foaming at his mouth, he couldn't pay attention to him, so he stretched out a pig's paw in his busy schedule, and gave Wei Qian the middle finger without taking time.
Mazi's father had died a long time ago, and he lived as an orphan with his widowed mother, who made a living by selling breakfast. Mazi got up every morning to help his mother fry fried dough sticks. He was very accustomed to hearing his friends dog-eat-dog early in the morning.
He wiped his hands on the apron, said nothing, and smiled and waved to the two elders upstairs to show that he heard—oh, Mazi is a stammer, and he usually doesn’t talk loudly in public.
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After breakfast was settled, Wei Qian went to the toilet to brush his teeth and wash his face like a war, and started his busy and hard day.
He let the cooked porridge cool, and at the same time tidied himself up, trotted downstairs to get fried dough sticks with the change, came back to wake up his sister Xiaobao, stared at her for breakfast, ran upstairs with her in his arms, and took her He left it to San Pang's mother to take care of him, and before leaving, he knocked off Xiaobao's hand and put it in his mouth again.
Then Wei Qian rushed to school on his worn-out bicycle.
This day is the day when Wei Qian took the high school entrance examination.
Wei Qian never knew who his father was, nor did he know how many noses and eyes he had. The only idea he had about him was that he was a scumbag. Hiji repeats endlessly in his ear.
It is said that the shameless old man is still squatting in the cell now, bearing the prestigious and glorious title of "rapist", which can only be given in the year of the monkey - of course, Wei Qian is not looking forward to it either. Let him come out, an old reform-through-labour prisoner who can't fart, coming out is also a burden on society.
Wei Qian thought that it would be best if the old guy could be beaten to death in prison by other prisoners before he was released after serving his sentence.
One of the victims created by the old reform-through-labour prisoner was Wei Qian's mother. By the way, there was also Wei Qian, the indirect victim.
When his mother was young, her mind was muddled. She didn't learn well, and hang out with a bunch of hooligans every day. She got drunk and wandered outside in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, she was spotted by the old prisoner and became a muddleheaded person. The victim, and later became pregnant and gave birth to Wei Qian in a muddleheaded way.
So rationally speaking, Wei Qian understood why his mother didn't want to see him since he was a child. He felt that when he was born, she didn't directly strangle him to death, it was already the effect of hormones. Hormones are the miracle of human life.
Not to mention she had barely pulled him up.
But even so, Wei Qian still hated her from the bottom of his heart.
Hate every day, like clocking in at regular intervals, wishing to eat her flesh and drink her blood.
However, he would sincerely hope that she would give him a little warmth. Occasionally, if she did, Wei Qian would feel great happiness, so he also hated himself. He thought that his genes were not good, and he was born with such a tenderness. A cheap bone.
A woman is always nocturnal, and the work she depends on for a living is ancient and traditional, and has a history of thousands of years in our country. This is a job that has brought Wei Qian countless "honors" - his mother is a "chicken", in the words of this bitch shameless, the advantage of this job is that she can prostitute men for nothing and ask men to give her money .
Wei Qian's rapist father ended her entire girlhood, made her completely black from the inside out, and became more and more shameless.
As an "egg", Wei Qian's childhood was a long torture.
His mother would go out cursing every night, and would not come back until the next morning, and would use her long fingernails to strangle him alive from under the quilt. If she was in a good mood, she would scold him once with her father, mother and third uncle. If she was in a bad mood, she would slap him twice, and then, reeking of alcohol, ordered Wei Qian, who was not as tall as a pot, to get her something to eat.
Several times, Wei Qian had bought all the rat poison, and was going to swallow it in the meal, and die with her, but in the end it didn't work out, because the woman would hold him in her soft arms occasionally when she tried to be a mother Watching TV for a while, when I am happy, I will whisper a few words to him in his ear.
If she earns a lot of money at night, she will buy Wei Qian two sets of pancakes on the way home in the morning.
Although this kind of situation is precious and rare, it always flatters the young Wei Qian. Whenever this happens, he doesn't want to kill this woman, because he will also remember that this woman is his own mother.
His own mother was more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen in his life, yet it did him no honor.
But after all, there is only such a person in the whole world who is his own mother. If she is killed, she will be gone. He is reluctant.
The two of them survived like this, hating each other and relying on each other.
When Wei Qian was five years old, his mother remarried again. His stepfather was an honest man. He didn't make much money and had nothing to do. He wasn't very warm to this cheap son, but he never abused him.
Later, he probably felt that he was an eyesore at home. When Wei Qian just turned six years old, his stepfather took the initiative to send him to the elementary school, and took him to the school to report on his sophomore bicycle.
Wei Qian called him Uncle.
After the uncle came, his mother "put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha" overnight, and never went out to fool around again, almost immediately washed the lead, pulled her long hair up, and never touched a drop of wine , and his temper has improved a lot.
She transformed into a normal woman and a normal mother.
In the winter of that year, she even knit a sweater for Wei Qian. He only wore that sweater for one winter. Because he grew too fast, he couldn't wear it in the second year. in the closet because that was pretty much the only gift he got as a child.
It is said that six or seven-year-old children roll around and hate dogs, but Wei Qian was as obedient as a dog when he was six or seven years old. He didn't say a word of nonsense, and he didn't make a single request. , he would never ask the adults to ask for money. Sometimes there are some things in the school that require payment. .
In the process, he met a lot of punks who were much older than him. The boss looked at him as a kid, and it was interesting to run around picking up balls and plates. Just leave him as a wonderful mascot, and tease him when you are free.
Wei Qian enjoyed it, and didn't feel pain, because he learned in school that he was also one of the flowers of the motherland, and he was content with this kind of life.
Therefore, he was always afraid that his uncle would be unhappy, that his uncle would divorce his mother, and let him live back to such a life as a pig and a dog.
Wei Qian was seven and a half years old. Before he was eight, his mother gave birth to another girl.
The girl looks like his uncle and was carved out of the same mold - oh, that means ugly, but the whole family is so precious.
She was born in spring, and her parents disliked names like "Chun" and "Liu" that were too rustic and unworthy of their precious girl. It was difficult for her mother and uncle. The combined education of the two of them did not have nine years. They got together for more than a week, and finally racked their brains to give the girl a poetic name they thought was "Song Lili".
With his uncle's surname Song, the "Li Li" from "Li Li Yuan Shangcao" has a pet name Xiao Bao.
But Wei Qian seldom called his sister such an unlucky name, until she became an adult, he always called her "Xiaobao".
Don't talk about gathering, but have to say "li". I haven't heard of anyone giving such a name to their children. It's really auspicious and auspicious.
His mother and stepfather were both illiterate and only cared about "wetness", so naming the child like this was purely a matter of nothing.
This unlucky name will be with the little girl for the rest of her life, and it seems to indicate that life and death will run through her frail life from beginning to end.
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