Novel Series (35) "Farm • Volume I" (author Liu Ling)

His name is Liu Yuhang, and he went to junior high school in the second half of the year.

He was staring at the student Birch. To be honest, Bai Birch had heard many rumors in the courtyard about the children of the cadres of the brigade, the two sons of Captain Jiang, and he married a girl in the county town. Hao Laojiao's eldest son, who looked the same size as him, worked in other brigades, and he also had a girl at home. It also includes Liu Yinghua's son. The son of Captain Chen. The secretary's daughter and son. Son of the brigade record. Xu Yang's son was still too young at that time. Birch's overall impression is that many of the young cadres are exceptionally young, and most of them are not married. Except for those who were studying, there were no young people in the whole brigade and on the road, of course, cadres and officers, trainees, family members who came to meet and seasonal workers were not counted. Even the archways rarely see anyone walking around. The outside of the high wall of the Longkou Brigade is deserted, and the inside is completely two worlds. Occasionally, a man will appear in the tin eucalyptus forest. There might have been two or three men in uniforms and big hats walking along the screeching road where the brigade headquarters came out. Behind the row of pear trees, there were also two silent figures. The row of houses in the captain's house was only fluttering with unnamed birds on the branches in front of the door. At first, Bai Birch really did not expect that the son of the old Captain Liu would be inexplicably killed in May of the following year, and he was very distressed. At that time, he did not dare to dock with the twelve-year-old boy Liu Yuhang's eye, so he pretended not to move. As usual, Liu Yinghua grabbed herbs and stuffed them in a stone bowl and straightened his waist. The sound is monotonous. Run out the door again to catch the chicks. Birch hurriedly turned his face out of the window, not seeing the mulberry very clearly. I heard the little chicken boy bark twice this time, and the sound was a little miserable. When The white birch turned back, Liu Yinghua began to scoop up hard again, and a row of more than a dozen shiny beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. The stone bowl was shaking, and the ground was shaking. I heard a louder and more compact sound than another, and scooped the medicine into a paste.

He smelled a bitter smell again.

Intense fragrance.

Captain Liu came over. Birch panicked. He hurried to his feet.

"You sit down!" Liu Yinghua ordered him.

The bandage that was last torn from cotton woolen pants was originally dark red, but now it has turned dark black. It is the juice of those herbs that seeps out and dyes this color. I saw a pair of rough hands slowly undoing the cloth layer by layer, and the color of the bandage became darker the more it went. The residue applied to the hand had long been half dry, cracking open a wide crack that had just exploded. He slowly rolled the dregs to the ground.

The skin on both sides of birch's palms and the back of his hands is exposed. Some places are pink, but some places look miserable white. He was really a little tearing and painful when he rolled out the dregs. He frowned and bit his lips with his teeth. After a moment, he was less in pain. It was as if there was a wind blowing non-stop, and it felt cool. Living like this kind of coolness will always penetrate into the bones, desperately drilling into it. Birch felt numb and itchy. He had the urge to laugh. It really doesn't hurt so much. He kept smiling awkwardly at the old captain, trying to tentatively move his knuckles. "Slow down, don't you hurry!" Liu Yinghua immediately drank the trainees. He faced Bai Birch and said, "Now that you have changed the medicine this time, there should be no more problems." As he worked, a man muttered to himself, "Probably, I guess it will take another ten days, and when it doesn't hurt, you can remove the bandage yourself." Even if it's okay, you still have to try to exert yourself, and you have to wait slowly for a full recovery. Bai Birch said shyly, "Thank you Captain Liu." He said, "You don't have to go with everyone to hold any stones!" Which one is arranged this way? Too much force will break the bones apart and it will be difficult to recover, and the gods and immortals can't do anything! ”

Liu Yinghua's next sentence was originally turned to Luo Sihuai. His expression and tone were the same, cold, and there was little change. He smacked his lips, and as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately lit a paper cigarette. No more expressions from all. Captain Liu continued to re-bandage the hands of the trainees, still using the cloth torn by the cotton wool pants, which was still dusty with a shake. Before leaving, Liu Yinghua's wife, Aunt Chen, came out of the kitchen with a brown bag of bamboo leaves, packed it in a yellow plastic bag, and put it on the table for Birch to take back to the courtyard to eat. How funny he was, pushing three times and blocking four times, his cheeks were red. Birch's body was constantly shivering, and aunt Chaochen opened her mouth widely, and even stuttered and looked flustered on the spot.

Could this really happen? Maybe it was Birch who wanted to make the situation warmer. The next year, he learned that the couple's son, Liu Yuhang, had been innocently affected and that the bad guy had died. At the same time, Birch knew better that the most hurt should be the most hearted aunt. He probably wanted to find a good reason to sympathize with the old lady. And these five or six gray wrapped meat brown, how much will be added! He still preferred to have more affection for her and sympathize with him and the couple. A week after the boy disappeared, Birch was at the scene when the body was found and ran to see it. He wanted to help. In the flower fish well, it was not a swampy cellar, but the pool where they had drunk water when they were in danger. A hundred meters away from him did not smell the smell. The wind blew vigorously in the other direction. He couldn't even remember the boy Liu Yuhang's appearance before he was born.

For a short time, a blank space appeared in Birch's mind.

The public security officers who came from the field department immediately blocked the scene, did not allow idle people to come near, and waited for those professional criminal investigators of the county public security department to come and keep as many clues as possible to solve the case. Birch thought about what an unforgettable hatred it must be! All persuasion seems to be out of the ordinary. Bai Hua thought, no matter what the identity of the murderer was, the little boy Liu Yuhang was too innocent. Whoever he is is not qualified to let a child take responsibility for the grievances of the previous generation. Even, responsible for the whole revolution. What kind of enemies will Liu Yinghua have? On the spot, Birch thought about it repeatedly. This person will never be out of the courtyard, whether there is a chance to be another matter, there is no class struggle between you and me. It will not be a seasonal worker, because there is no conflict of interest.

He could only find out among the faltering and stumbling elderly people and their families on Marang Street. It may be hidden deeply among the workers who are forced to stay in the field, as well as their children. Birch is looking forward to solving the case. After the initial panic, he went again, always feeling suspicious of anything on Stable Street. It doesn't look right when anyone looks at them. At least the suspects are also in the know. In each other's cover. In fact, it simply does not work. Knowing that they have always been a dog bites a dog's mouth, this situation is particularly frequent. Betrayal of each other has long since become commonplace among them.

Even Birch is extraordinarily neurotic.

He even learned (imitated) Zhong Zheng, trying desperately to disguise himself as a fake Holmes.

At that time, Bai Birch recalled the whole process of wrapping hands:

"Auntie, you're too polite." Birch said emotionally after healing the injury, "I'm sorry! ”

"This is my own bag of gray browns, no meat." You're welcome. Aunt Chen said.

"Oh, oh, Captain Liu helped me heal, and I couldn't even come up with anything to thank him."

"That's what he happened to understand." She said.

What's going on here! Birch circled around in place like a dog.

"Don't take it, don't take it." He said.

"Don't you care." Aunt Chen said.

"I'm so clueless!"

Birch was in a hurry and in a trance. His eyes were a little astringent, and he rubbed his eyes with one of his bandaged hands in pain.

He became more awake.

"What does it have to do with being sensible?"

"No, it's not."

"What. That's where it goes. You child, you are still polite to your aunt. ”

Bai Hua was busy saying that Aunt Liu (at that time, he really didn't know that everyone called her Aunt Chen) was not.

She said: "Now you're alone, it's okay. At this time, you don't have it, it doesn't mean that you will never have it in the future, moreover, this is not a matter of money, but only four or five are the browns that your aunt's own family has. It's almost the Dragon Boat Festival, and anyone will miss home. ”

Birch nodded and replied, "Yes! ”

"Your mom and dad will definitely miss you too." Aunt Chen then said.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, he kept chanting. "I want to eat." Suddenly the boy shouted loudly in the back room.

Aunt Chen revealed a loving, kind, and sincere smile.

Until he was killed, Birch never heard him (the little boy)'s voice again. Occasionally, I never said hello when I met on a small road. After his death, Birch could not remember what he looked like before he died. She said, "Your uncle Liu, he will pick up this skill of bones, which was also taught to him by a former prisoner." The voice seemed to be far away, not like it, and she was standing next to it. These are certainly not birch dreams.

"A prisoner taught him?" Birch asked.

"Otherwise, he won't be able to help you." She said, "Now that you've learned, it's really wasteful not to use it." ”

Old Captain Liu turned his head to blame his mother-in-law for her mouth and tongue.

Ignoring him, Aunt Chen went on to say, "The blades of grass and bark he uses are all soil in the slopes of the earth, and they are gifted by God, and they do not cost him a penny." To put it bluntly, this is the accumulation of virtue by doing good deeds, and blessings for children. Anyway, I've always seen it that way. ”

Birch was in a somewhat awkward position and didn't know how to answer her. She also said: "Your Uncle Liu looks fierce and has a bad look, but in fact, others are very soft-hearted." "You mother-in-law, from morning to night, is a lot of nonsense." Liu Yinghua tieqing's face and looked up to scold. "Don't make a fuss!" She tucked the brown into the arms of the cadet birch. "Don't worry." She said, "Don't pay attention to him." That kind of fierce look pretended. ”

Lo sihuai stood by the door and smiled.

A summer wind blew through his jet-black hair on his forehead.

His lips were thin and somewhat sexy.

Laughing and smiling, the picture seems particularly calm. He didn't dare to say a word.

Later, almost two years later, after the boy's death for many months, everyone pretended to forget this extermination revenge, which was actually an absolute disaster. On a sleety morning, just buying white-faced steamed buns in the cadres' room, suddenly someone mentioned the old captain, and seven or eight people present all said in unison that his hair was a lot whiter and he was too old. At that time, the seahorse had already been disassociated, and the white birch actually did not have much contact with the seahorse. From the dialogue between the cadre boy Fang Lao Yuan and Xiao Bird, Bai Hua inadvertently learned that the prisoner who had taught Liu Yinghua to take the bone had been shot as early as 1969. He wondered if it would be a Kuomintang officer or a bandit, and what his true identity was, no one had ever told Bai Birch.

Could it be qin jizhao, a military doctor who was killed?

It doesn't sound like that.

Probably one of them, the ghost is not scattered, changed into a ghost. In the rainy season of July 1984, when Bai Birch came out of Liu Yinghua's house, he walked far away, and his eyes were always astringent. The bag of browns was still hot. He wanted to ask If Luo Gan ate or not, but he really couldn't ask.

On the gravel tractor road, it seems very deserted.

It seemed that the student Birch was quietly waiting for something, a figure. Ghost Shadows. He stopped and looked into the unseen distance, the horizon where birch fantasy wings could fly. He was exhausted. In this way, Birch waited silently for a long time, waiting, waiting, quietly and silently. The result was not what he wanted. Birch was a little shy, afraid that the thing would slip away, and he was a little frightened, a little uneasy. At that time, he was full of tenderness — not an unexpected murder, and the death of the boy Liu Yuhang made him tremble — all clear. Obviously, Birch was waiting for someone, the one who was vital in his life. Five letters were written in succession over two and a half months to the man who had been sent to him through the post office. His back would always dangle in birch sleep.

Birch decided he would definitely show up. And, stand in front of yourself most authentically. He never believed that he would completely abandon his son. After all, his hot blood flowed in his veins. Blood with a bitter taste. Salty blood. Blood with the smell of his skin and the smell of sweat. I have always expected things like gods, and I am afraid that if something goes wrong at a key node, the simplest yin and yang mistakes will be false. Moving a small piece of rice half a point toward this side or moving it back and forth will no longer be the same as it was. It will become unrecognizable. It's possible that it looks very sinister. Almost certainly standing on the barren land of the farm, he would either walk on the winding little road, in the shade of the brigade guest house, in the great hall, where it often became a makeshift reception room. They would agree to Birch sending him to the archway for a ride. All the pictures were considered, and the situation that appeared later, Birch did not think of it at all.

This is a certain thing. But the time is not clear.

There was always a voice in the depths of Birch's heart, desperately arguing with him, constantly reminding him not to forget this big thing, as if he could make his own decision. In fact, he has long been unable to be any master, and as early as the end of April, Bai Birch had lost any qualification to be his own master. It can only succumb to the power of others, to the power of the clique, to the needs of the revolution, and to the flood power of the mass movement under some pretext and name. That thing is so powerful that it can crush any individual and turn it into dust... Let the wind blow away again.

Finally, it will disappear completely into invisibility.

At that time, Birch did not quite understand the specific situation. Father had two letters saying he would come to him. He'll see him at least once in the near future. Indeed he set off. Bai Birch knew that his father had even left Guiyang. But he didn't know where he got in the car...

As a result, the road broke, and he walked for five more hours, saying that his legs were not good, his bones were loose, he was old, and now he really couldn't make it strong. He also underestimated the desolation on the road, brought water without steamed buns, originally in order to lightly pack, hungry stomachache. The bones were shaking with more pain. You can't see people, you can't even see the road. The father had to go back the same way, saying that he would find another chance. Will It be selfish for Birch to sign up for the highway rescue?

"My dad is crazy." Birch suddenly said to J and Li.

"We didn't understand." The two of them said.

"How could he have wanted to walk on two legs alone. Young people can't do it either," Bai Birch said to his friend J and co-defendant Li Xiang, "if you don't meet a wild boar, he will be killed." ”

I remember Birch reading the letter for the third time and crying. He came back from Liu Yinghua's house and curled up in a raincoat, half silent. The hot tears finally fell down, and he walked silently out of a long way before he eased up: Oh, ah, oh, oh, it turned out that I didn't know it, so soon it was the Dragon Boat Festival, and I didn't see the calamus and Chen Ai hanging on the door frame of the Longkou Brigade, how to forget.