Crying with laughter, living with death - Yu Hua's "Living".

He dreamed that he was still young, looking like he was five or six years old, sitting at the head of the bed, with a hot radiator on one side and leaning against a woman.

The woman had a big belly, and he didn't dare to rely on it anymore. He just pressed her tilted head against her arm, creating an illusion of intimacy and dependence.

That woman looks so beautiful, and she is no different from the popular stars on TV. She has a blond face, fair face, and neat eyebrows.

She was holding a ragged old book in her hand and was carefully reciting the story above.

A woman seems to have a low level of education and has very limited reading ability. She also reads fairy tales with simple words and often shows confusing sentences, but she seems to be quite happy. She holds a book in one hand and puts the other on her belly. Her tone is sweet and clear, and her expression is calm and beautiful.

"... The children walked to the other end of the mountain together and found a stream. The stream ran happily from the east to the west, saying 'Silly children, there are fragrant pastries, golden roast chickens, countless candies, hanging colorfully on the trees, like stars in the sky, and they can't be picked. There are also people-eating monsters here, waiting to raise you into round lambs and swallow them in one bite'."

"At the beginning, the children were stunned and did not dare to take a step forward. They lived on this side of the stream, living with wild mushrooms and wild strawberries. The wild mushrooms were not nourished and tasteless, and the wild strawberries were sour and green. Finally one day, the oldest boy said to himself: 'I can't stand it anymore. How great would it be if I could eat pastries and roast chicken on the other side, and countless candies.'"

"He was the first to jump over the stream, had a full meal in the beautiful forest, and at night he jumped back to the side of the stream, telling everyone that there were no human-eating monsters in the forest. So the next day, the oldest girl also said to herself: 'How great would it be if I could eat pastries and roast chicken on the other side, and there were countless candies.' That day, she followed the first boy to jump over the stream and went to the beautiful forest for a full meal. At night, the two came back together, claiming that they still had no human-eating monsters."

"The boys and girls jumped over the stream one by one to enjoy the delicious meal opposite. A day passed, but the man-eating monsters did not come out. A month passed, but the man-eating monsters still did not come out. They laughed loudly at the endless stream, and then lived together on the side of the stream, freely traveling through the beautiful forest every day, eating exquisite food and countless candies. Only one of the youngest boys stayed in their original place. No matter how his companions, who grew fatter and fatter, shouted on the other side, he insisted on not getting closer."

"The children who have spent the stream shouted to their children every day: 'Hey, come here, the stream is lying, there are no human-eating monsters here, life here is like heaven!' But the youngest boy is unmoved, he still makes a living by picking mushrooms and wild strawberries. He remembers what his grandmother told him when he left the house, that there is no free lunch in the world, and comfort for no reason is the most terrible trap in the jungle."

"Suddenly one night, the youngest boy heard a sharp roar. He was frightened and opened his eyes and found that the stream swelled, splitting the earth in half and turning into a vast ocean."

"Wang Yang was singing: 'The lamb is round and rolling, so I snatch it up, don't run away any one!" The youngest boy rubbed his eyes and found that his companions were being chased by monsters as big as a mountain, but they were too fat and could not run fast. Before they could reach the water, they were chased and eaten one by one. They all fell into the most dangerous trap, and only the youngest boy escaped and passed on the story."

The yellowed paper page turned over, and the story was finished without end. The woman seemed to have completed a major project. She sighed and casually said to Wei Qian leaning against her: "So, people cannot live too comfortably. When you are full and full and eat every day, you will be not far from hiccups and catch a cold..."

Her nice and vulgar voice was interrupted by the sharp ringtone. Wei Qian opened his eyes suddenly and bounced from the bed as if frightened.

It was 5:30 in the morning and it was not yet completely dawn.

Wei Qian was still immersed in the dream just now, it was a beautiful dream and a nightmare.

He climbed up like a dead dog with a low pressure of sleep deficiency on his forehead, picked up his slippers, patted a cockroach that had crawled over his bedside, then jumped under the water pipe with one leg, washed his soles, washed his hands and washed rice with the sound of "slap" and "slap" footsteps, and cooked porridge in a deformed small pot.

Then he stuck his head out the window and saw that the breakfast stall at Mazi's house downstairs had been set up and was heating the oil pan.

Wei Qian whistled downstairs, and didn't mind waking up the neighbors at all. He shouted downstairs: "Mazi, give me three fried dough sticks!"

As soon as he finished calling, the window upstairs also opened "crunched" and a fat man with a toothbrush in his mouth said vaguely: "Brother wants six, pick a thick and big one for me!"

The person who called out was the three fat guys upstairs. These guys had become fat as one ball, and they were still proud of the "farm" trait. Their thinking height was simply extraordinary.

Wei Qian felt that compared with the six knots, he was quite heroic, so he raised his head and said to Sanpang, "Pig, you are really active in slaughtering and have ideological awareness!"

Sanpang was covered in white foam and didn't bother paying attention to him. He had to take the time to stretch out a pig's claw and try to compare Wei Qian with his middle finger.

Mazi's father had long been dead. He was an orphan and lived with his widowed mother. The widowed mother made a living by selling breakfast. Mazi had to get up every morning to fry fried dough sticks for his mother. When he heard that his friends bit their dogs early in the morning, he was very accustomed to it.

He wiped his hands on the apron, without saying a word, and waved his hands to the two old men upstairs with a smile, saying that he heard it-oh, Mazi is a stuttering, and usually he doesn't talk much in public.

After breakfast was settled, Wei Qian turned to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face in a war, and began his busy and miserable day.

He let the cooked porridge cool down, and at the same time he packed himself up, jogged downstairs with change to get fried dough sticks, and then came back to wake up his sister Xiaobao, stared at her after breakfast, carried her upstairs, and handed her over to Sanpang's mother to take care of her. Before leaving, he knocked off Xiaobao's hand that he sent to his mouth.

Then Wei Qian rode his worn-out bicycle to the school.

This day was the day when Wei Qian took the high school entrance examination.

Wei Qian never knew who his father was, nor how many noses and eyes he had. The only concept of this person was that the guy was a scumbag - this originated from Wei Qian's mother chattering in his ears for ten years.

It is said that the shameless old man is still squatting in the horn, holding a glorious title of majestic and fragrant 10 miles away, called "rapist". I don't know that it will be given out in the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month. Of course, Wei Qian didn't expect him to come out. An old labor reform criminal who can't even betray him is also a burden to society.

Wei Qian thought it would be best if the old man could be beaten to death in prison by other prisoners before he was released from prison.

One of the victims created by the old labor reform criminal is Wei Qian's mother... Oh, by the way, there is also the indirect victim Wei Qian.

When his mother was young, she had a mud in her mind. She didn't learn well back then, and she mingled with a group of little hooligans every day. She was drunk and wandered around outside for the middle of the night. Unfortunately, she was targeted by the old labor camp and became a confused victim. Later, she became pregnant and gave birth to Wei Qian in a confused manner.

Therefore, rationally speaking, Wei Qian understands why he has never liked him since he was a child. He feels that when she was born, she did not strangle herself to death, but it was already the effect of hormones... Hormones are the miracle of human life.

Not to mention that she barely pulled him up.

But despite this, Wei Qian still hated her from the bottom of his heart.

I hate it every day, and I hate it regularly and at the same time like clocking in, wishing I could eat her meat and drink her blood.

However... he hoped from the bottom of his heart that she could give him some warmth. Occasionally, if she really gave it, Wei Qian would feel great happiness. Therefore, he hated himself. He thought he had a bad gene and was born with such a bad bone.

Women always stay up and go out at night. The work she relies on for her living is ancient and traditional, and has a history of shame in our country for thousands of years. This is a job that has brought Wei Qian countless "glory" - he is a "chicken". In this bitch's shameless words, the advantage of this job is to have sex with men for free and ask men to give her money.

Wei Qian's rapist's father ended her entire girlish generation, making her completely dark from the inside out, becoming more and more shameless.

As an "egg", Wei Qian's childhood was a long torture.

His mother would go out every night, cursing and not coming back the next morning. She would use her long nails to wake him up from the quilt. If she was in a good mood, she would scold him with her parents, third uncle, and if she was in a bad mood, she would slap him twice, and then instruct Xiao Weiqian, who was not as tall as the pot, to stutter for her.

There were several times when Wei Qian bought all the rat medicine and prepared to put it in the meal and die with her, but in the end it was not done, because when the woman occasionally tried to be a mother, she would hold him with her soft arms and watch TV for a while. When she was happy, she would even say a few words to him in his ear in a gentle voice.

If she earns a lot of money at night, she would buy Wei Qian two sets of pancakes on the way home in the morning.

Although this situation is extremely precious and hard to come by, it can always make the young Wei Qian flatter. Every time this time, he doesn't want to kill this woman, because he will also remember that this woman is his real mother.

His mother was more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen in his life, but she did not give him any glory at all.

But after all, there is only one such person in the world who is his biological mother. If he kills him, he will be gone and he will not be able to bear it.

They survived with hatred and dependence on each other.

When Wei Qian was five years old, his mother married again. His stepfather was an honest man, he didn't make much money and had no ability. He was not very enthusiastic about this cheap son, but he had never abused him.

Later, it was probably because he was disgusting at home. When Wei Qian turned six, his stepfather took the initiative to send him to the primary school and rode his sophomore bicycle to the school to report.

Wei Qian called him uncle.

After my uncle came, his mother "put down her butcher's knife and became a Buddha" overnight. She never went out to fool around again. She washed away the dew almost immediately, tied her long hair high, and never drank a drop of wine. Her temper improved a lot.

She transformed into a normal woman and a normal mother.

That winter, she even knitted a sweater for Wei Qian. He only wore that sweater for winter. Because he grew too fast, he couldn't wear it the next year, but he was always kept in the cabinet by Wei Qianzhen because it was almost the only gift he received in his childhood.

It is said that children aged six or seven are thrown around, and dogs are disgusted, but Wei Qian was as obedient as a dog when he was six or seven years old. He didn't say much nonsense or ask for a request. If the adults didn't take the initiative to give it to him, he would never ask the adults for money. Sometimes there was something in the school that asked him to pay the money, and Wei Qian would borrow it from others first, and then go to the billiards hall and play hall to help others with odd jobs and earn a few dollars to pay it back.

During this process, he met many gangsters who were much older than him. The boss looked at him as young as he was, and it was interesting to run around to pick up balls and hold plates. In addition, he was very good at looking at people's faces, so he left him as a strange mascot and was idle.

Wei Qian enjoyed it and did not feel pain, because he learned at school that he was also one of the buds of the motherland. He lived a satisfied life in this way.

Therefore, he was always afraid that his uncle would not be happy, that his uncle would divorce his mother, so that he would live a life that was worse than a pig or a dog.

Wei Qian was seven and a half years old. When he was eight years old, his mother gave birth to another girl.

The girl looks like her uncle carved from the same mold - oh, which means it's very ugly, but the whole family is so precious.

She was born in spring. Her parents disliked the names "Chun" and "Liu" that were too rustic and could not be worthy of their baby girl. It was difficult for his mother and his uncle to have less than nine years of education. They got together for more than a week, and finally racked their brains to give the girl a poetic name they thought was "Song Lili".

The nickname of his uncle, the "Li Li" whose surname is Song and "The Grass on Li Li Yuan" is Xiaobao.

However, Wei Qian almost didn't call his sister, the unlucky name, and he called her "Xiaobao" until she became an adult.

If you don’t talk about gathering, you have to say “leave”. I haven’t heard of anyone giving their children this kind of name. It really makes it auspicious and auspicious.

His biological mother and stepfather were illiterate and were "wet" in mind. Giving the child this name was purely just to be a slap in vain.
Chapter completed!