For several days, Li Tianming wandered around the village like a lonely ghost, hiding from a distance when he saw pedestrians.
Several times, he stood on a mountain in the distance and looked at his home. In the past few days, I don't know how many people have come in and out either openly or secretly.
Those who have long coveted the "cornucopia" and the wealth of the Li family finally have the opportunity to take advantage of it.
Li Tianming remembered the faces of these people, Uncle Zhang in the village, Uncle Li in the next village, and Brother Xing in Hootun... They are usually taken care of by Li Zhenbei's favor.
At the beginning, everyone pretended to be walking around the door, as if they were "visiting" relatives.
Later, some people pushed in without saying hello.
The news of the sentence of Li's father and son should have spread all over the past few days.
The people coming in and out these days can be described as "a constant stream of people", and many people also deliberately come to "visit" when the blacks are quiet at night.
It's a pity that these people came here in their excitement and returned from defeat. The Li family did not have the magnificence that they had imagined, nor did they have piles of gold and silver treasures. The only valuables in the family were only a few cylinders of grain, oil, rice and noodles—just like ordinary people. , It's so impoverished! Where is the appearance of a family of tomb robbers!
Li Tianming noticed that there were still many strange faces in and out of Li's empty house.
In the past, when the owner was there, outsiders had to be respectful when they passed the door of Li's house. Now that the owner is gone, even the street gangsters dare to swagger in and out.
Li Tianming in the distance witnessed all this. There is no anger in his heart, only panic.
Now he is like a frightened bird, afraid to go home or see people. He didn't eat or drink, so he could only steal things from the folks' land to eat, and he couldn't die from starvation anyhow.
A few days later, I heard a loud speaker from the village shouting from a distance: "Tomorrow morning there will be a public judgment meeting in the township. The documents have been issued on it. Tomorrow students will be suspended, workers will be suspended, and farmers will consciously organize. Let's go to the township XX road together. Study tours… "
After listening to Li Tianming, he was stunned. Since his father and brother were taken away, he has not shed a single tear, but now he seems to have endless sorrow and grief in his heart.
This should be my last chance to meet my father and brother, right
"I'm going to look at them again, I haven't said goodbye to them..." Li Tianming had a strong thought in his heart.
In the past few days, I have been eating and sleeping outside, my clothes are tattered, his hair is long and dirty, and he looks like a beggar. If he appeared in front of everyone now, it is estimated that many people would not recognize this as the missing Li family fourth.
That evening, Li Tianming sat on the top of the mountain and looked at his home from a distance. Until the next morning, when the night faded, he finally made a decision: go back again!
Most of the people in the village were still asleep, and there was no one on the street. Li Tianming came to his door secretly, did not dare to enter through the gate, stepped into the yard from the fence, and saw a mess in the yard and crucian fish on the ground Traces of sprinkling soup.
Li Tianming was stunned, and the scene of eating with his father and brother seemed to be still yesterday. The eldest brother seems to be still chatting about his unsuccessful daughter-in-law in Gejiacun.
After hiding under the window and listening for a long time, after confirming that there was no one, he dared to push the door in.
As soon as he entered the door, he was stunned! Is this still the familiar home? The original neat and clean home has become a mess.
Many holes were dug in the walls, several large pits were dug in the ground, and the wooden beams on the roof were also interrupted a few-the whole house was turned upside down, as if after a catastrophe.
The cabinet was broken, the box was rotten, clothes were thrown everywhere, and there was no complete thing in the whole house.
Even the big bowl of rice was smashed, and rice grains were spilled all over the place. Some people had urinated in it, and others left a pile of shit.
Li Tianming also didn't care about packing up, picking up a fairly clean piece of clothing from the ground and putting it on. He dipped water from the yard and washed his body briefly. At this time, there was a rooster crowing in the distance, and the sky was almost bright.
Li Tianming picked up a fragment of the mirror and carefully looked at himself in the mirror-long and messy hair, thin and bleak complexion, and unshaven beard-this desolate face even felt strange to him.
Li Tianming shuffled his hair to cover most of his face, picked up a few pieces of clothes and wrapped them on his back, quietly digging out from the courtyard, and hurried to the village.
It took more than 20 miles from the village to the township. Li Tianming walked for an hour or two with delay. For several days, he didn't eat and sleep well. He was malnourished and couldn't keep up with his physical strength.
Someone who drove to the village passed by on the road. He kindly asked him where to go and if he wanted to take a ride. He shook his head and refused. He didn't believe anyone now, and he didn't want to get in touch with any creature with two legs and one mouth.
When I arrived in the village, I found the road that was said on the horn, and found that both sides of the road were already crowded with people, which stretched for several miles.
There is a neat team of elementary school students wearing red scarves; there is a serious working class in work clothes; there are two and three peasant brothers climbing up the trees and standing in the ditch.
Li Tianming stood tremblingly in the distance, seeing the faces of strangers from outside the village in his eyes. Even so, he still carefully lowered his head and covered his mouth with his sleeves, his eyes daring not to make contact with anyone.
After about half an hour, the parade team came and saw a dozen or so Jiefang trucks from afar, driving vigorously and slowly.
The truck was deliberately full of speed, and the motor roared, shaking people's heartstrings.
Li Tianming squeezed in from the crowd, everyone craned their necks to watch the parade, no one noticed the little man who got in.
From a distance, a middle-aged man stood on the front of the first truck, and two heavily armed soldiers stood beside each other. Two arms were tied behind, and a square wooden board hung in front of the prisoner, which read: Shi Tianhua, crime of hooliganism, death penalty!
The words are concise, concise and intriguing.
The fonts are all written with a brush, and the ink seems to be wet. The large, neat Arial, which can be seen from a distance and is very eye-catching.
Unlike imagined, the criminals were neither dying to fight nor howling, they just stood there in silence, bowed their heads, expressionless.
Behind the first truck, immediately following the second truck, above the front of the truck, standing in the north of Lizhen!
Although there were two heavily armed soldiers standing beside him, Li Zhenbei still stood with his head high and his chest tall, as when he was away from home, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, his short hair neatly combed, and a habit of habit Some are confident and indifferent-if it weren't for the eye-catching wooden sign hanging around the neck, it would look like an imposing leader.
Li Zhenbei, tomb robbery, death penalty!
On the third truck stood Li Tianfan, on the fourth truck stood Tianqing, and on the fifth truck stood Tianfu.
Different from his father's calmness and calmness, the three brothers are all downcast and listless, and the vigor and vitality of the past is gone.
Li Tianming didn't know what they had experienced in the past few days, but what is certain is that compared with them, the few days when he was displaced are almost like being in heaven.
"Do you know why there is only one person in each car?"
"This is called ostentation! The people who parade today are all sentenced to death!" There are obviously well-informed and sensible people in the crowd.
An old man is giving a lively education lesson with several younger generations:
"Er Gazi, have you seen it? I usually bluff in the village. Be careful what day... hum" The second half of the sentence is self-evident.
"Second Uncle, I didn't offend you, why do you curse me like that?" The scorned young man was unhappy.
"Hmph, you young people, you usually break the horse, think that no one in the village can control you, right? I made a joke with my second uncle today and flirted with a girl tomorrow... Hmph, Don’t think that your second uncle doesn’t know anything... Humph, one day I will suffer... Humph, don’t listen to the old man’s words..."
The old man seemed to have a big complaint against the young man, groaning in his mouth and constant cold air in his nose.
"Know how these people die?"
Several young people next to him opened their eyes and looked at the old man.
The old man watched successfully attracted everyone's attention, and deliberately stopped not to say anything, and took out a pouch to put the tobacco in a pretentious manner. The next youngster hurriedly handed over a cigarette, one with a filter.
The old man took the cigarette, and someone immediately handed him a fire.
The old man took a couple of mouthfuls and nodded in satisfaction: "Did you see that row of soldiers with guns? A row of soldiers killed one! Only one person is a real bullet, the others are rubber bullets-so the prisoner doesn't know if it is. Whoever beats him to death can't bear hatred as a ghost!"
"It's so troublesome, wouldn't it be over if you covered your head?" a young man next to him murmured.
"You can't have the purpose of deterrence if you cover your head! This is to execute criminals and to serve justice." The old man gestured awe-inspiringly with a head-down gesture.
"Look, there is a sharpshooter who pierces Yang with a hundred steps in every row. This bullet is usually aimed at the head, and a shot is a hole in the past." The old man gestured a bowl of hole.
A truck banged the accelerator, and there was a burst of violence in the crowd.
Seeing everyone's eyes were attracted by the team again. The old man continued to raise his voice and said, "Do you think it's all over with a single shot? Anything else!"
Everyone's eyes gathered on him again.
The old man said mysteriously and secretly: "After the gun is shot, won't there be a hole in the head? At this time someone will go up and stir in the hole with chopsticks a few times!"
"Fuck, what's the matter?" Several young people were bluffed and his eyes widened.
The old man coughed, his bare fingers shook, and the person next to him knowingly handed him another cigarette.
"I'm afraid that a single shot didn't kill people, and if I disturb my mind a few times, Daluo God will not be able to save him!"
The old man took a breath of cigarette suddenly, and was vomiting, when suddenly he was slapped in the back of his head by a woman.
"You Magby's just follow this here and sneer, you, have you seen shooting? Have you seen killings? You dare to brag about where they are, and who are they? How do you know the crowd Is there no family member in it? A broken mouth makes trouble all day long..."
While cursing, the woman grabbed the old man's ear and walked home, causing a small burst of violence in the crowd.
Li Tianming stood in the crowd with his neck shrunk and trembling uncontrollably. The words of the old man painted pictures of "live" in his heart. He only knew that his father and brother would die before, but he had never imagined the scene of execution. It will be so tragic.
At this time, the parade's convoy had already arrived, and Li Tianming secretly looked up and saw his father's eyes seem to be patrolling among the crowd.
In an instant, Li Tianming instinctively lowered his head, he was afraid to meet his father's eyes.
Are you ashamed of surreptitiously? Or sorrow for the death of father and brother
For many years, Li Tianming has been wondering why he avoided his father's eyes in the first place.
After a long time, the convoy finally left, and the crowd slowly dispersed. Li Tianming was wrapped in the crowd and walked aimlessly... Where is he going? He didn't know either.
The ultimate goal of the team is the end of father and brother's life. And Li Tianming's life will continue in this unaccompanied and deceitful world.