the last priest

Dad's marksmanship is not very good, but he rarely hits empty-handed at a distance of 30 meters, and this time he still couldn't hit after finishing the lead wire brought by my mother.

People would be very anxious in such a situation, and he was no exception. In his panic, his muzzle almost touched the top of the prey's head. It was at this distance that he struck a match. .

I ignited the black powder in the barrel with a match as a fuse, and there was a "bang", and with the huge impact, the father holding the gun in one hand was immediately numb from the shock, and the gun fell off without holding it. When they reached the ground, no one could stand still.

Even so, he felt that his bullet had hit the prey, but the reality was cruel. At this distance, he fired an empty gun.

The black powder filled the air with a pungent smell of gunpowder and vast smoke. When the smoke cleared, there was not even a hair on the ground, and Dad's back was soaked.

Seeing me crying when I got down the hill, my mother quickly picked me up. She thought I was scared to cry by the dark environment. In fact, I was never afraid of the dark since I was a child. She hugged me tightly and wrapped me in a coat. My body convulsed from crying.When I was young, I had relatively severe asthma. When I cried, I couldn't breathe, and I had to pat my back hard.

I wanted to say something, but my throat was blocked, and I could only utter two words with difficulty: "Marbles."

Of course they wouldn't think what would happen if a child's plaything was lost. At worst, it was just a child's unique sadness and sadness. At that time, their hearts were much more uncomfortable than mine.My mother just patted my back and walked back without saying a word.

When I got home, maybe I was tired, but I just fell asleep on my mother's shoulder like that.

"Little brother, can I play marbles with you?" I heard a little girl's voice, I opened my eyes in a daze, and found myself in that ancestral hall, the gate that was usually locked It's on right now.One was wearing a red bellyband with a bow made of crepe paper. She held two marbles in her hand, and I recognized them at a glance as my marbles.

My aunt once gave me a glass pendant with a snake in it, but the thread inside it broke, and this empty glass ball, which is the same as a marble, became my favorite marble because No other friends have anything like this, so I am very precious.

I was a little angry, and seeing my things in her hands, I shouted: "You thief, give me back my things!"

"I, I'm not a thief, I picked it up." The little girl argued a little uneasy, and a touch of red began to appear on her originally snow-white face.

I heard she refused to admit it, so I went up to grab it, and I still said: "You are a thief. I am the only one who has this marble with a snake in it. Where did you come from? Shameless, stealing from me is not worth it." admit!"

The little girl looked at me with a blushing face. I grabbed the two marbles that belonged to me from her immature hands without any politeness, and then walked down the steps quickly. I needed an empty space. Keep playing with my marbles.

The fun of marbles made me forget the little girl who was crying at the door. She was like a person who was lost in this world. I only had marbles and self-entertainment in my eyes.

After a while, a woman in a dark blue cheongsam came up to me, and I looked up to see a beautiful aunt.If there is a reason why I can remember her appearance at a glance, I am afraid that apart from her delicate face, what is more important is that there is a faint purple mark around her thin white neck.

"Yu'er said she wanted to play with you, can you play with her for a while?" A faint voice came out of her mouth.

"Who is Yu'er?" I put away the marbles and asked back.

She pointed to the crying little girl and said, "Come here, Yu'er, and play with this little brother."

The little girl wearing only the red bellyband walked over step by step, as if she was afraid that I would not agree, and kept pulling at the corner of her clothes.

When I was young, I didn't like to have a role like a little sister, but the beautiful aunt spread her palms and said, "This is for you." I saw a novelty in her hand, a paper made of paper. This little doll is a bit like the kind of paper dolls that are made now, made of red and blue white paper, and the pale face is dyed red with rouge.

I have seen this kind of thing at the funeral of some old people in the village. For me at that age, everything is curious, and this kind of thing can only vaguely know that adults will not let me play. The more you play, the more curious you will feel.

In this way, I took over the paper doll and became a partner with the little girl named Yu'er.

After playing, you will get tired, children are always like this.Whenever I was tired from playing, I would fall asleep, and then wake up again and find myself on the bed at home. At that time, I had no idea about dreams.

After I fell asleep more and more, I entered the ancestral hall, and Yu'er became a good little friend of me who lacked playmates in childhood.

Yu'er is very beautiful, very much like her mother, but every time we play in the yard, I still don't know the world inside the locked door.

That beautiful aunt is Yu'er's mother. Sometimes I can hear her sobbing softly from the room, and sometimes I can see her sitting on the threshold with her hands on her chin, with a Sad look.Only when Yu'er was having fun, would she show a faint smile.

The cheongsam with the typical atmosphere of the Republic of China perfectly set off her figure, and the butterfly button on the top was always fastened tightly. Occasionally, inadvertently, the circle of purple would still be exposed around the neck.

Once, Yu'er was very happy, she said she would dance for me, that was also the only time I entered that door.

That was Yu'er's "home". There was a hemp rope hanging from the beam in that "home". Under the hemp rope was a large unpainted coffin, which was covered.

I am no stranger to this thing, and I am not even afraid, because in the era when sparks were not popularized in the countryside, the most important thing for an old man at home was to prepare a coffin for himself.The wood and the thickness of the wood are the most important. Usually, when the person is still alive, the coffin is not painted. Only when the person is critically ill will the craftsman be called to paint.

So this kind of unpainted white leather coffin is found in almost every household in the countryside. It is not surprising. In my eyes, it is the same as an ordinary piece of furniture.This thing often became a hiding place for playing hide and seek when we were young, and even waded in to sleep when we were tired from playing.

Yu'er quickly climbed onto the white coffin, and then started her dance performance on top of the coffin.I vaguely remember that her movements were very weird, not the kind of dance we often see. She kept repeating a movement, that is, holding hollow fists with both hands, and then she put it on her neck as if holding something, and then Just rolled his eyes up and stuck his tongue out.

I was amused by her funny dance, but I didn't expect that Yu'er's mother had appeared in the southwest corner of the room, she scolded Yu'er severely, and Yu'er pouted aggrievedly Said: "I'm just imitating my mother."

Seeing that the situation was not good, I quickly took Yu'er out, and Yu'er secretly told me that her mother told her not to take me into that room again.

It was also from that day that I started to have a low-grade fever, and the cough also started from that time.

My mother is also very strange, no matter how severe my cough is during the day, I will not cough at all when I fall asleep at night, even the fever will subside, and I will continue to cough when I wake up.

Seeking medical treatment during the day, and normal at night finally made my mother almost collapse. The doctor can only prescribe some conventional medicines, but they have not been effective.

Cha Wenbin asked me: "Xiao Yi, do you still play with that little girl named Yu'er?"

I shook my head and said, "No, since Yu'er was scolded by her mother that day, I have never seen her again."

I just looked at the little golden tadpole, it looked very cute.

"Xiao Yi, come here." At some point, Zha Wenbin got something extra in his hand: a small figure made of paper, similar to the one Yu'er and her mother gave me, but this one is uglier.

To be honest, Zha Wenbin is obviously not good at the job of making paper men. I have no interest in the thing in his hand, but he asked me to take it and hide it on my body.

That night, Cha Wenbin went back to my house with us, and when I fell asleep, I saw Yu'er again. . . . . .