October 1983, in previous years, was already snowy and snowy.
This year's heavy snow has not arrived, just a few light snows.
The sunlight during the day, the color of various objects on the ground is absorbed.
The only scattered thin, layers of light snow that could not cover the ground had long been tossed by the sun, intermittent, fragmented, and looming remnants from time to time.
At night, there was a light snow, called a snow, but in fact it looked like snow and frost.
I ate breakfast early and went out hunting with a shotgun on my back.
Keep up with the footprints of a fox, because you walk early, the footprints can still follow out.
The tracking became more and more laborious, and at eleven o'clock, the snow was shining in the sun, and the thin layer of white like frost and auspiciousness disappeared into nothing.
Tracking became more and more difficult, and reluctantly followed the circle of the river into a small island, which was very quiet, few people on the island, and was an ideal place for foxes to rest and sleep during the day.
Now that I couldn't keep up with the footprints, I simply stopped tracking them. It's such a small island, and I can walk all over it.
I walked along a small post, following the wind, and as I walked, suddenly a fox ran in front of me.
I looked a little far away and couldn't play. I immediately crouched down and did not look at the fox.
After twenty minutes of waiting, I slowly raised my head to look, and there was no sign of a fox.
I got up and went to find the place where the fox was lying, and there was a small nest on the south slope of the post, which was very windy. The fox slept here.
The fox heard my footsteps, got up and ran, and when I saw it, he immediately crouched down.
The fox ran a hundred meters, stopped and looked back, saw no one, and thought, obviously heard the footsteps of someone, what happened, did not see anyone?
The fox was very bored and stood there for a long time.
Ah, the fox thought, it was my ears that heard wrong, there was no one at all. It's myself that scares myself.
The fox walked away with ease and continued to look for its sleeping place.
I was pretty, and slowly followed. From the fox's stop, he watched, and then strolled idly. I concluded that the fox had been convinced that no one was following.
So when the fox is close, he will find a place to lie down and sleep.
Slowly passing through the two posts, I saw the fox lying down, curled up, and sleeping.
I know that foxes are suspicious by nature. I lay there motionless looking at the fox, and suddenly the fox raised its head and slowly stood up again to watch.
A minute or two later, the fox fell down again.
After a few more minutes, the fox stood up again to watch and lay down again.
I lay on my stomach and looked at the fox. The fox slowly raised his head again, then lowered his head, buried his nose in his tail, and slowly, relievedly, fell asleep.
This time the fox was really asleep.
Twenty minutes later, I was in action. I cat walked dozens of steps, lay down, and began to crawl.
Eye Qing stared at the fox, holding the gun in his hand, slowly crawling, climbing step by step to forty meters away from the fox, entering the effective range.
Crouch, aim, fire. The fox had no idea what was going to happen.
Before the pause and watch, idle strolling, suspicious before going to bed, three times of waiting, with a gunshot all dissolved into a bubble, ending life.
The author, Chen Peifu, a native of Qingzhou, Shandong, works in Heilongjiang and now lives in Qingdao.
October 31, 2021