Seven Evil Slips:

10,000 talked for a long time in one breath. When it stopped, the car seemed very quiet. It was already dark, and the scenery outside the window became strange. It is convenient for passing drivers. There are many shops that repair and wash cars, and there is a restaurant every few shops.

Luo Ren stopped the car: "Let's eat."

The two chose a Sichuan restaurant, and ordered a few dishes. Luo Ren ate very little, but 13,000 was a feast for the eyes.

It turned out that I didn't need to pay by myself, and I didn't need any aa. Although I thought about it a long time ago, when I finally confirmed it, I felt at ease for a while, relaxed in my heart, and ate a lot.

Satisfied with wine and food, he pushed open the dirty glass door and went out. Luo Ren stood in the shadow beside him, a gust of wind blew by, and he sent a sentence without beginning and end: "...What about Mindanao Island?" ?”

Ten thousand three thumped in his heart.

After so many years of eating, drinking, cheating and leaving, he has developed a character that he doesn't believe in anyone, let alone Luo Ren, Mudai, Zhang Shu, Cao Pangpang, he doesn't believe it, just like a brain There is a very sensitive sense of touch growing on the top, and it tries its best to spy on the news, and if it smells something wrong, it is ready to respond immediately.

Didn't you go to Wuzhu Village? Why did you mention Mindanao again? Also near the village? Also, an island is an island, how old is it to be called an "old island"?

He kept his face and pretended he didn't hear it.

After getting in the car, Wan San secretly took out his mobile phone to check. Unexpectedly, it was not a Chinese island.

According to the website, Mindanao is the 14th largest island in the world and the second largest island in the Philippines after Luzon Island. Township" and "Kidnapping Capital", where the largest anti-government armed forces in the southern Philippines are entrenched, with constant conflicts, and many armed forces have been identified as terrorist organizations by the international community.

What the **** is the Philippines? 13,000 doesn't care about geopolitics, and only has two cognitions about the Philippines.

One, the Philippines is a country.

On the contrary, Filipino maids seem to be very popular. In the Hong Kong dramas I watched in the early years, I always hired a Filipino maid.

So the Philippines is still at war? Shisan always thought that Iraq was the only country in the world that had a war—it was tossed about by the Americans.

Wan San looked at Luo Ren in the driver's seat, and suddenly felt that it was better to stay away from him: Yes, he is a liar, but at least he is a simple liar.

Maybe it was too boring in the car, Luo Ren continued the topic just now: "Then what happened later? Just because of the old patriarch, what did you do, and you were kicked out of the village again? There is still a paragraph missing."

Luo Ren's feeling is quite accurate, there is indeed a section missing, even if I think about it now, I still feel relieved and refreshed.

***

In fact, he didn't make a fuss right away. The teenagers began to think about something in their minds: they can't just be so cheap.

He returned to the empty home, curled up on the bed and fell asleep. Early the next morning, the tractor took his mother's body to the township crematorium for cremation.

13,000 came with the car, and the old patriarchs were also sitting on the back of the tractor. Wansan helped his mother pull the cloth all the way, and it seemed that as long as the whole body was covered, he could walk more decently.

The old patriarch and the others slapped their faces, chatting happily.

Talk about the old mussel sunbathing last night.

——"I haven't seen you for many years."

——"This year is a good year."

What a fart, two people in your family died in a row, do you think it's a good year? Ten thousand and three he turned his head and gave the old patriarch a hard look.

No one noticed him, the old patriarch's face was solemn, and he spoke very solemnly.

——"It's not common for an old clam to come out of the water. If you want me to say, there may be more than a dozen or so. The most important thing is to look at this year's Mid-Autumn Festival. All clams are spiritual. When the moon is exposed to the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is really called sunbathing. month."

13000 didn't make a sound, but didn't miss a single word.

***

Mid-Autumn Festival? Everyone knows that the Mid-Autumn Festival is also the reunion festival, and this Mid-Autumn Festival is here to ridicule him.

Thirteen buried the things he wanted to bring along with the money he got these days outside the village ahead of time.

Some of the money was given by the villagers, and some of it was stolen by him. He stole it with peace of mind, and he was so confident that those who poked fingers dared not say that he stole it: what thief would hold his head up like this? Your face is not red?

Then, the Mid-Autumn Festival will come.

According to the custom, every family steamed sugar cakes and vegetable meat cakes, and there were also moon cakes bought from outside the village. Ten thousand and three were eaten door to door. When night fell and the villagers rushed to the beach, he was still indifferent Leaning against the door of his own house, his chewing cheeks are bulging.

After eating, the village was quiet. He spit on the ground twice, and took out a large bucket of diesel oil from behind the door.

He carried the barrel of diesel oil and staggered to the beach.

The moon is full during the Mid-Autumn Festival. If you call it full, it will burn you forever.

The people in the village are afraid of alarming the old mussels, so it is impossible to really watch by the beach. They are all scattered far away on the reef, and by the moonlight, seeing the bright spots on the beach is enough to be overjoyed mad.

It is to burn in front of your face, burn your year's harvest hope, make you jump, make you vomit blood, make you scream and cry for your father and mother!

When he approached, there was already movement on the other side of the reef, and someone stood up and shouted: "Then whose child! Why don't you care about it!"

I can't see clearly at night, I only know that he is short and a child.

Hehe, whose child? He also wanted to know that the souls of his parents were floating on the icy sea, maybe they were startled by the sound and opened their eyes to look at him.

Father's urn sank in the sea, and it was not known where it was pushed by the current of the seabed, and it has not been found until now.

13,000 sparingly poured diesel oil on the body of the clam, pouring a piece of sea area, the old clam is very sensitive, the shell will close after a little movement, no matter what, it will still burn, the fragrance will not be guaranteed, it is a delicious seafood .

He stayed away, pulled out the cloth torch stuck on his back and lit it, several people had already run towards this side, he waited for them to approach, and then threw it into the sea as if venting his anger .

The fire started, so beautiful, like flowers blooming on the sea water, stretched and wanton, that scene will never be forgotten in this life.

Someone shouted angrily: "It's that **** Jiang Zhao!"

He ran right away. According to the designed blueprint, the villagers would be busy fighting the fire. He took advantage of the chaos and left, dug out the hidden luggage outside the village, and then went to the end of the world.

Yes, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, he is still too young to be afraid at all, but is full of longing for the outside world.

But he missed it, not everyone went to fight the fire, almost half of the people came to chase him, this "puppy", it was a little missed, adults ran faster than children.

The door of the ancestral hall is closed, and it is impossible to go in. The broken wood piled up by the wall, he took a hammer to defend himself, and then piled the wood on the wall, along the wall to the roof. Now that I think about it, it is actually quite In a desperate way to escape, he sent himself into the encirclement.

He lifted tiles from the roof and threw them down with a clatter. More and more people gathered around, screaming from below.

The old patriarch shouted to him: "Jiang Zhao, you are bewildered by ghosts, come down!"

He threw tiles even more fiercely, cursing while throwing them: "You killed my dad, and you saw him in the water, so you didn't save your heart!"

The old patriarch is like a self-taught negotiator: "Jiang Zhao, it's not that we didn't save him. No one saw him fall into the water at that time. You have complaints in your heart. We understand... Come down, the roof of the ancestral hall You can't mess around..."

Before he finished speaking, a shout came from behind him, and the villager who had climbed up to the roof swooped on him, dragging him by the ankle, dragging him down abruptly!

What is this? That pretentious old thing distracted him by talking to him, and the others took the opportunity to go up the wall?

Wan San, who was dragged down, could not stop cursing, and desperately pawed around with both hands, when he suddenly touched the hammer he brought up, and without thinking, he slammed it down on the crowd below.

There was a bang.

The beast with horns and ridges, his favorite one, the one that looked like Monkey King, broke off at the sound, and fell towards the screaming and avoiding crowd along with the hammer.

I don't know if anyone was really hit.

***

The night was deep, and the headlights illuminated a small piece of road ahead. No matter how long we drove, it was still such a small piece.

This highway seems to have no end.

Luo Ren said: "Thirteen thousand, you are cruel enough."

13,000 chuckled: "I thought the old patriarch would skin me, but he didn't. Maybe it's because of my dad, he feels ashamed, or maybe it's because my parents are gone. The eyes of the dead are watching in the sky, and he dare not do anything to me."

Anyway, he remembered the day when he was kicked out of the village. It was a cold morning, and all the villagers gathered at the entrance of the village. , stood opposite them.

One person, to many, many people.

A child with a bruised nose and a swollen face is facing many adults who are glaring at him.

The old patriarch said: "Jiang Zhao, from now on, you are no longer from our Wuzhu Village. If you dare to step into the village again, don't blame the villagers for being rude."

You're welcome, one year's income, one year's expectation, he looked at a pair of eyes, they were red eyes of tigers and wolves with hatred.

He spit on the ground: "If I don't come back, I won't come back, I don't care about coming back."

On that autumn morning, he wobbled like that, wearing ragged clothes, holding his head up, and walked out of the sight of the villagers.

Never went back again. Some people suffer and suffer outside and feel homesick. He has never thought about it, nor missed it. Occasionally, when he thinks about it, the only thought that pops up in his mind is: that ghostly place.

He patted Luo Ren's chair: "Luo Ren, remember, I guarantee my absolute safety. I burned the old mussels, cut off their source of income, and lifted the tiles of the ancestral hall, which is equivalent to exposing the ancestors of the Jiang family." Pi, those old people are definitely not talking harshly."

Luo Ren smiled: "You were only young at that time, more than ten years have passed, even if you stand in front of them now, they may not recognize you."

Really?

13,000, however, was a bit timid because of his closeness to his hometown, and he muttered to himself, "Why don't you change your outfit, it's convenient, buy a wig or something..."