Text: A Bai
Many years later, the bones of the three cripples are rotten, and there is no bother to think about this and that. The young man had nothing to do with him, not even a breath of air that smelled of him. I said to the three lame people now, lame, how much do you cherish when you were still lame, when you become an old cripple, no one cares about you, and completely disappears from this world.
The three cripples ignored me, and seemed to hate money the most in their hearts. From Yuri's fight, he and the fifth brother had a premonition that only the real fist was really hard, and everything else was nonsense.
I didn't expect that the Far East was really so messy, what's wrong with opening a casino, what's wrong with opening an entertainment city, isn't it all about making some money? If you have the ability to go to the Koreans and the Japanese, why mess with us Northeasterners. Back then, weren't these places our places? Thinking like this, I felt a little complacent.
I was thinking about it when Sergei suddenly called, saying that he wanted to see me immediately, as well as Wenzhouzhuang. What do you mean by seeing me at this time? Just when the three lame men and old Yuri were desperate, the fifth brother was arrested and taken to the police station, and Sergei didn't appear, and he called me over now, what kind of medicine is sold in this gourd?
The meeting place is in a harbor, which is still a Chinatown hotel. This hotel is full of colors, and it has already been dressed up in the night. This year's spring came very late, and the haze of winter has not yet dissipated, and the mood is not good. Especially in the past few months, there has been no better business, and there have been fights and killings everywhere, which made me and the third cripple and the fifth brother very uneasy. Actually, we still want to go back a little, and I don't know if the third grandfather is okay in Irkutsk? I have to go to the Russian Far East and talk about something else, everything else is some floating clouds.
The big stone lion at the entrance of the hotel is still very conspicuous, I asked the fifth brother, do you know which of the pair of stone lions is a male lion and which one is a female lion? The fifth brother shook his head, I don't know, such a highly educated question, I'm afraid only university professors know, don't they all lions.
The three lame men said, "I guess the man is on the left and the woman is on the right, the one on the left is male, and the one on the right is female."
The fifth brother said, three lame, let your mother fart, if it is really this simple, how can there be a professor in the world. If you want me to say, there is a male for this, and a female for that. The fifth brother gestured to the crotch as he spoke, and after speaking, the two of them laughed for a while.
These two filthy old men, I punched the fifth brother, I said, you two, it's really turtle king eight mung bean soup, let me tell you, learn from me. I pointed to the lion at the door and said, "What do you see in this lion's paw?"
The fifth brother was the first to say, and hurriedly replied that it was a little lion.
And I asked, "What's in the paw of the lion next to me?"
It was the turn of the three lame, he looked left and right, and he really didn't know what the ball was called? So he said, it was a leak. I really didn't hold back my laughter, I told them with a stiff face that the little cub in my hand knew that it was a lioness, otherwise it would not have been possible to protect the calf. The one next to him is called Hydrangea, it seems that he has got the toy he likes, it is obvious that this is a male lion, and it is still a very good male lion.
The three lame men suddenly realized that the male and female division was so simple, and the passers-by next to him also raised their hands one after another, probably learning the real skills again.
The dinner that night was invited by Sergei, and it was completely in accordance with the rules of Northeast cuisine. Big plates, big bowls of ground food, and big bowls of wine. It was supposed to be a thank you drink, but it turned into an invitation drink. In the middle of winter, Sergey invited us to go hunting, hunt some roe deer or reindeer, and everyone have a good game and drink some wine. Of course, I like it very much, and I have rarely touched a gun over the years. The last time I touched the gun, it was when I was shooting a target. It was a real thing, and I remember lying around the beach, and it was a bunker, and in the distance was a sign erected in circles. It was summer during the target shooting season, and it was a little hot when I was lying on the ground, and the weather was sunny. Just as I was about to shoot the target, I suddenly saw a dragonfly on my bayonet. The dragonfly flapped its wings, as if to tell me that this place was just a time to rest. I suddenly heard the tutor next to me say, why don't you fight yet?
That's when I realized that I still have something to do, and this isn't a good opportunity. But the dragonfly is still standing under my gun, what can I do? The instructor urged me again to shoot quickly. I remember that day, I couldn't even see the bullseye in the distance, squinted my eyes and saw only the dragonfly under my gun, I pulled the trigger very blindly, and the moment the gun went off, the dragonfly was also gone, and I don't know where it flew. It's flying really fast.
That experience made me a little ashamed of the little dragonfly, and I didn't know where he had flown there. Speaking of this experience, it was many years ago.
The day set with Sergei was three days later, and I, the third lame man, and the fifth brother rushed to the agreed place together. The Siberian wilderness of the Far East is a different world in winter, and it is really a pure north wind, which blows like a knife on the body. However, I saw that the wilderness was not all a vast sea of snow, but still a lot of bare hills dotted with stars.
The three lame men grinned as they walked, complaining vigorously about how Sergei had chosen such a time to hunt, and besides, in this winter, if you can hunt such a thing, all cats will spend the winter in the hole. The fifth brother said, don't be nonsense, otherwise wouldn't we also go to the house to drink, by the way, didn't we bring liquor, hurry up and open it to keep out the cold.
This sentence reminded the three lame people, he took his hand out of the cotton ura hand bag, touched it into his arms, took out a small flat, frozen hand and finally unscrewed the lid, sent it to his mouth, and swallowed it into his stomach.
I said, "The three lame people haven't gotten there yet, so don't waste your wine."
Fortunately, there was the fifth brother's Raptor car, and we were filled with gas before we came out. The oil on the Russian side is really cheap, and a ticket is full.
I also took a, and the fifth brother said, there is no police in this place, and he can't be arrested anyway. He drank a little and drove harder. Suddenly, I noticed that there was a furry thing behind the raised dirt bag not far away, and there were all the furry things in this place, or it could be the skin left by the animal that had been eaten. I didn't pay much attention to it, I've seen a lot of this kind of thing. In the big forests of the Northeast, there are stupid roe deer everywhere, isn't there such a saying, stick to beat roe deer, ladyfish.
Sergei agreed on a place thirty miles north of a small village, a place I had heard before about where there were the most polar bears and foxes. I reminded the third cripple and the fifth brother that we came out this time to meet Sergei's shortage, and it was not nice to say, and the way they Russians thanked people was to go hunting. They don't have a spring to reciprocate, they have the grace of a drop of water, they have greed and drinking, whether they are men, women or children, they are all the same taste. Therefore, this hunting trip is based on safety, but don't make any moths.
The three lame men agreed, this is not a problem in Russia at all, I think about whether the whole Arctic fox can be used to give my Russian little sister a neck, otherwise it will be cold in the winter.
The fifth brother sneered, return his little sister, do you have that hard guy.
The car was driving in the wilderness, there were no decent roads, and the weather was snowing, light snow. I looked out the window, a little dazed. Suddenly, I saw the grayish-yellow furry thing again, following our car not far away.
This really irritated me, in the middle of winter, I don't know what has been following our car, which is not a good thing. I told my fifth brother that there was a gray and yellow thing outside the car window that kept following us. The fifth brother looked in the rearview mirror and said happily, nothing, boss, you must have dazzled your eyes, you haven't touched a gun for so many years, and you're gone.
I said, no, the eyes must be a little flowery, and the gun hasn't been touched for a long time.
The three lame men looked out of the window and said, "There is nothing." Since they all said so, I didn't think much about it, everything was encountered in such a wilderness, and there was no fuss.
Sergey had not yet arrived at the scheduled place, we arrived early.