Chapter 7 seven

Grandma was carrying a load of pancakes, and Wang Wenyi's wife was hurrying to the Mohe Bridge with two barrels of mung bean soup.They originally planned to cross the sorghum field obliquely and go straight to the southeast.But after walking into the sorghum field, I realized that it was difficult to carry the burden.Grandma said: sister-in-law, go straight, slow is fast. Grandma and Wang Wenyi's wife, like two big flying birds, move extremely fully in a very empty atmosphere.Grandma put on a crimson blouse, and her black hair was glossed with pomade.Wang Wenyi's wife is short and thin, with quick hands and feet.When Commander Yu was recruiting troops, she sent Wang Wenyi to my house and asked my grandma to intercede, leaving Wang Wenyi as a guerrilla.Grandma agreed.Commander Yu took in Wang Wenyi because of grandma's affection.Commander Yu asked Wang Wenyi: Are you afraid of death?Wang Wenyi said: I am afraid.His wife said: Commander, he said he was afraid but he was not afraid. Japanese planes blew up all three of my sons to pieces.Wang Wenyi was not born to be a soldier.He was unresponsive, didn't distinguish between left and right, and he didn't know how many times he was beaten by Adjutant Ren when he was practicing his steps on the playground.His wife helped him with an idea, let him hold a section of sorghum stalk in his right hand, and when he heard the command to turn right, he would turn to the hand holding the sorghum stalk.After Wang Wenyi became a soldier, he had no weapons. Grandma gave him our shotgun.

They walked up the winding ink river embankment, ignoring the blooming yellow flowers on the embankment and the dense blood-red sorghum outside the embankment, and rushed eastward.Wang Wenyi's wife is used to suffering, and grandma is used to enjoying happiness.Grandma was dripping with sweat, but Wang Wenyi's wife didn't sweat a single drop. Father ran back to the bridge a long time ago.Father reported to Commander Yu that the pancakes would arrive in a while, and Commander Yu slapped him on the head in satisfaction.Most of the team members lay in the sorghum field, drying their nostrils in the sun.Father was bored, so he turned to the sorghum field on the west side of the road to see what the mutes were doing.The mute sharpened his waist knife meticulously, and his father stood in front of the mute with Browning on his waist, with a victorious smile on his face.Seeing my father, the mute grinned.One team member fell asleep, snoring loudly.Those who did not sleep also lay listlessly, and no one spoke to their father.

Father jumped onto the road again, and the road was yellow and white.Exhausted.The four chain rakes that crossed the road had their sharp teeth pointing towards the sky, and my father thought they must be getting impatient.The stone bridge lies on the water, like a patient recovering from a serious illness.Later, my father went to sit on the embankment.He looked east for a while, looked west for a while, looked at the flowing water in the river for a while, and watched the wild ducks for a while.The scenery in the river is beautiful, every aquatic plant is alive, and every little wave hides a secret.Father saw several piles of mule or horse bones surrounded by particularly dense aquatic plants.Father thought of our two big black mules again.In spring, there are groups of wild rabbits galloping in the fields. Grandma rides a mule, holding a shotgun to chase the hares all over the place. My father sits on the mule with his arms around grandma's waist.The mule startled the hare, and grandma shot the hare down.When returning home, a string of wild rabbits is always hung around the mule's neck.Between grandma's back molars was a piece of iron sand the size of a grain of sorghum rice, which had been stuffed in when she ate hare meat, and she couldn't get it out no matter how hard she tried.Father saw the ants on the embankment again.A group of dark red ants hurriedly carried the soil.My father put a piece of soil among the ants, and the blocked ants did not detour and climbed up.The father picked up the Kela and threw it into the river. The river was broken by the Kela, but the river was silent.The sun is noon, and there is a hot fishy smell in the river, lights are shining everywhere, and there are sizzles everywhere.My father felt that the red powder of sorghum and the aroma of sorghum wine permeated the space between the sky and the earth.As soon as my father lay on the embankment, at this moment, his heart beat violently. Later, he realized that all waiting will have results, and when the results appear, they are so ordinary and natural.My father found it on the road surrounded by red sorghum.There are four dark green beetle-like monsters crawling over without a sound.

car.My father said something vaguely, but no one paid any attention to him. Devil's car!My father jumped up and stared blankly at the cars that shot over like shooting stars.There was a long scorched yellow tail at the rear of the car, and the incandescent light was crackling and shaking on the front of the car. The car is coming!Father's words were like a knife, as if beheading everyone, and the sorghum field was enveloped in a dull calm. Commander Yu roared happily: Brothers-in-law, it's finally here, brothers, get ready, I will fire when I say fire. On the west side of the road, the mute slapped his buttocks and jumped high.Dozens of team members, all bent over and carrying weapons, lay down on the ramp of the river embankment.

Already the humming roar of the car was heard.My father was lying beside Commander Yu, holding a heavy Browning pistol. His wrists were hot and numb, and his palms were sticky with sweat. Suddenly, a piece of flesh jumped from the jaw of his hand, and then jumped up violently.My father was surprised to see that piece of flesh the size of an apricot pit beating rhythmically, as if there was a bird that was about to break out of its shell hidden inside.Father didn't want it to jump, but because of the force, his whole arm trembled.Commander Yu pressed on his back, and the throbbing of the piece of flesh stopped suddenly. Father switched the Browning pistol to his left hand.

The car approached quickly and increased in size, the two horseshoe-sized eyes in front of the car shot white lights one after another, and the roar of the motor was like the wind before a torrential rain, with a strange and oppressive excitement.It was the first time for my father to see a car in his life, and he wondered whether these monsters would eat grass or food, drink water or drink blood. They ran faster than my two young and strong mules with thin legs.The moon-like wheel is spinning rapidly, and the yellow dust is flying.Gradually I saw the things on the car. When approaching the stone bridge, the car slowed down slowly, and the yellow smoke flowed over the front of the car from behind, dimly covering the twenty or so people in the first car wearing apricot yellow clothes and black shiny iron hats on their heads. people.Father later learned that the iron hat was called a steel helmet.In 1958, when steel was being smelted heavily, our iron pots were confiscated. My brother stole a steel helmet from the steel pile and hung it over a charcoal fire to boil water for cooking.Father stared at the steel helmet that was changing colors in the fireworks, and his green eyes revealed the tragic look of an old horse.The two cars in the middle were filled with snow-white bags as high as hills, and on the last car, like the first car, stood more than two dozen Japanese soldiers wearing steel helmets.

The car approached the embankment, and the slowly turning wheels looked tall and heavy. The square head of the car, in my father's eyes, looked like a huge grasshopper's head.The yellow dust slowly faded away, and dark blue smoke was emitted from the rear of the car. The father shrunk his head vigorously, and an unprecedented coldness rose from the soles of his feet to the abdomen, and gathered in the abdomen, creating a strong pressure. The father felt urgent to urinate, and the urine made the chicken head squirm. He twisted his hips vigorously, To restrain the water that is about to spill.Commander Yu said sternly: You son of a bitch, don't move!

The father was helpless, called a godfather, and asked to go down and pee. With Commander Yu's permission, my father withdrew into the sorghum field, and with great effort urinated the color of red sorghum and burned until the chicken head was hot and painful.Now he felt much more relaxed.He inadvertently glanced at the faces of the team members, all of them were as hideous and terrifying as the statues in the temple.Wang Wenyi sticks out the tip of his tongue, his eyes are like lizards, and he does not turn. The car was like a vigilant beast, holding its breath and crawling forward, and my father smelled the fragrant smell on them.At this time, my grandma, sweaty and red, and Wang Wenyi's wife, who was out of breath, appeared on the winding ink river embankment.

My grandma was carrying a load of pancakes, and Wang Wenyi's wife was carrying a load of mung bean soup, and they saw the miserable big stone bridge in the Mo River with ease.Grandma said to Wang Wenyi's wife with relief, "Sister-in-law, I finally got it."After her grandma got married, she had always been pampered and pampered. This heavy load of biscuits left a deep purple mark on her soft shoulders, and this purple mark accompanied her when she passed away.Ascension to the kingdom of heaven, this purple seal is a glorious symbol of my grandma's heroic resistance to Japan.

It was my father who first discovered my grandma. Relying on the inspiration of some mysterious power, when everyone was staring intently at the slowly approaching car, he tilted his head to the west and saw grandma like a big bright red butterfly They flew over in the same way.Father shouted loudly: Mother The father's cry sounded like an order, and a burst of bullets was fired from the Japanese car.The three crooked submachine guns of the Japanese were mounted on the roof of the car.The gunfire was dull, like a gloomy dog ​​barking on a rainy night.My father watched two holes pop open in my grandma's dress on her chest.Grandma let out a joyful cry, then fell headfirst, and the pole fell to the ground, pressing on her back.There are two buckets of cakes, one rolls to the south of the embankment, and the other rolls to the north of the embankment.Those snow-white pancakes, green onions, and crushed eggs were scattered on the grassy slope.After grandma fell to the ground, red and yellow liquid gushed out from Wang Wenyi's wife's rectangular head, splashing far, far, onto the sorghum under the embankment.When the father saw that the little woman had been shot, he took a step back, leaning on one side of the embankment to the south of the embankment, and rolled onto the river bed again.The bucket of mung bean soup she had picked up was dumped in one bucket, and the other bucket was dumped, and the soup was dripping like hero's blood.One of the buckets stumbled and jumped into the river, slowly drifting forward in the black water, and passed in front of the mute.It bumped against the stone pier a few times, got into the bridge hole, and drifted past Commander Yu, my father, Wang Wenyi, and Fang Liufang Seventh Brother.

Mother, my father screamed loudly, and bounced his body onto the embankment.Commander Yu tugged at my father, but he didn't stop.Commander Yu roared: Come back!My father didn't hear Commander Yu's order, he couldn't hear anything.The father's thin and frail body ran on the narrow river embankment, and the sun was shining on his father's body. When he shot the embankment, he threw away the pistol, and the pistol landed on a golden bitter cauliflower with broken leaves.Father opened his hands, like a soaring bird, and rushed towards grandma.The river embankment is quiet, the falling dust is noisy, the river water is only bright but not flowing, and the sorghum outside the embankment is peaceful and solemn.His thin body was running on the river embankment, his father was tall, majestic and beautiful, and his father shouted: "My mother, my mother" is full of blood and tears in the world, the affection of flesh and blood, and the noble reason.Father ran the east embankment, jumped over the chain of iron rakes, and climbed up the west embankment.Under the embankment, the fossilized faces of the mutes passed by my father.Father threw himself on grandma and called mother again.Grandma lay prone on the embankment, with her face pressed against the weeds beside the embankment.On grandma's back, there were two bullet holes turned upside down, and a smell of fresh sorghum wine gushed out of the holes.Father took grandma's shoulders and turned grandma over.Grandma's face was not injured, her face was clean, her hair was not messed up, five locks of bangs were down, two eyebrows were drooping, grandma's eyes were half-opened, and her lips were bright red on her green face.Father grabbed grandma's warm hand and called mother again.Grandma opened her eyes with an innocent smile on her face.Grandma stretched out another hand and gave it to Father. The Devil's car was parked at the end of the bridge, the motor high and low and roaring. A tall figure flashed on the embankment, my father and my grandma were dragged off the embankment, it was a good thing that the dumb did.Before my father could think, another gust of bullets broke and shattered countless sorghum trees above their heads. Four cars stood next to each other, not moving outside the bridge. On the first car and the last car, eight crooked sub-machine guns fired bullets, weaving bunches of dry and hard light bands, intersecting into a broken one. The fans intersect to form a broken fan, sometimes on the east side of the road, sometimes on the west side of the road. Yellow smoke, emitting a series of puffing sounds. The team members on the embankment were clinging to the weeds and black soil, motionless.The machine gun fire lasted three minutes, then stopped suddenly, and the car was covered with golden bullet casings. Commander Yu lowered his voice and said: Don't shoot! The devil was silent.Wisps of thin gunpowder smoke on the river surface drifted eastward with the light wind. My father told me that in this moment of tranquility, Wang Wenyi staggered up the embankment. He stood on the embankment, holding a long seedling shotgun in his hand, gaping open-mouthed, excruciatingly painful, and yelled: The child is his mother! !Before he could move, dozens of bullets punctured his abdomen into a large moon-like transparent hole, and those bullets with intestines stained flew past Commander Yu's head. Wang Wenyi fell headlong into the river embankment and rolled onto the river bed, facing his wife across the bridge, his heart was still beating, his head was intact, and he felt an unusually clear sense of clarity welling up in his heart. My father told me that Wang Wenyi's wife gave birth to three stepped sons.The three sons were fattened by sorghum rice, and they were lively and lush.One day, Wang Wenyi and his wife went to the field to hoe sorghum. The three children were playing in the yard. A Japanese plane with two wings buzzed strangely and flew over the village. It laid an egg and landed in the yard of Wang Wenyi's house. In the village, the three children were blown up to pieces, the ridge of the house was discarded, hung on the treetops, and painted on the walls. As soon as Commander Yu set up the anti-Japanese flag, Wang Wenyi was sent by his wife. Commander Yu gritted his teeth and stared at Wang Wenyi, who had plunged half of his head into the river with hatred, and growled again: Don't move!