country evil

There is a dog but the owner is not seen. The yard is quiet. Because the place is too poor, several families have moved to other places to rent and work, leaving only an old man, a middle-aged woman and her daughter.

At this time, the middle-aged woman was sitting on the bench and threshing with her hands. The main room was full of dried corn cobs. When she saw Lin Le, her eyes lit up and she asked before he could speak, "Is there something wrong, little brother?"

This is a woman in her forties, with a narrow face, thin lips, thin, slender limbs, like the joints of insects, dirty all over, wearing a dirty skirt.

"Sister, I'm passing by, can I have a bowl of water?" Lin Le bowed, a little embarrassed.

"Of course, wait, I'll pour the boiling water."

"No need, just drink cold water."

"It's so rare for a person to come here in the mountains. If you drink cold water, you will have diarrhea. You are welcome." The woman poured a bowl of boiling water and handed it to him.

"Is the eldest sister alone at home?" The water was too hot, Lin Le sat on another low stool, holding a bowl and blowing air.

"There is also an old man who works on the mountain, and his daughter is studying in a vocational high school and hasn't come back." The woman sat down to thresh again, "Where is the little brother?"

"Visit relatives."

"how far?"

"There are still ten miles."

"Why are you visiting relatives empty-handed?"

"Go play whatever you want."

For some reason, when she was threshing, her legs were slightly apart, and because she was wearing a skirt, she exposed parts that shouldn't be exposed.

After drinking a bowl of water for a long time, the two of them talked about it, her name is Cuihua, and the man used to belong to the ironware club in the town, a very old collective unit, which was disbanded later, and he stopped working on iron, but he suffered from a whole body of illnesses. , is still in the hospital.

With the experience of the previous two times, Lin Le faintly felt that she was a little weird, and when she went to the kitchen to put the bowl, he followed her and said, "My little brother wants to drink a bowl." He leaned boldly she

"Little brother, don't be too polite." She didn't turn around, but leaned back.

Just as he didn't know what to do, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and the old man Cuihua came back with a hoe, and he hurried out of the kitchen in fright.

Cuihua dealt with the old man calmly, and returned to the main room to thresh.

Lin Le was a little scared, and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

"Little brother, come back and play next time." Walking out of the main room, Cuihua glanced at him with strange eyes.

"Okay, definitely come."

At the edge of the rock ridge, the little rooster held up a clay pot with a snake pattern on it: "Brother, we are getting rich. This thing is very popular in the market, and it will sell for thousands of dollars. Hey, you have been waiting for so long. Is there something wrong?"

"Do you recognize Cuihua?"

"Of course I do. She likes playing with kids like you the most."

"Little dick, don't talk nonsense."

"Can you hide it from me? If you want to go, go at night."

Back in the village, the little chicken said that he would go to the provincial capital to sell the earthenware pots. When he had money, he would buy jacks, iron catalpas and other tools for robbing graves, and do a big job, but Lin Le had never been interested in money or anything. I promised, but I can't forget that weird emerald flower.

For two days in a row, the scene of the courtyard house in the ravine was never forgotten, and I didn't want to do anything.

One night, Mao was so angry that he boldly walked into the ravine.

After leaving the pass, my chest began to thump.

That night, I couldn't see my fingers, and by the faint starlight, I climbed over two mountains, waded through a small river, and entered a ditch in the dark.

Touch outside the courtyard.

The dog barked.

A thin figure came out of the yard, "Which one?"

"It's me, Lin Le."

"Little brother, haven't you come home after dark?"

"It's too late to visit relatives."

"If you don't mind, just sleep here with me, there are so many beds."

"Thanks."

Everything seemed normal, and Lin Le even suspected that she had no intention of that, so he followed into the yard and into a thatched cottage.

"You sleep in this room."

"Okay." This is a room that has not been lived in for a long time. It smells musty. There is only a bamboo chair and a bed. Sitting on the bed, I feel a little at a loss.

Cuihua arranged her place, turned around and went out. After a long time, she came in again with a basin of washing water, "Brother, come wash your face."

"Thank you." Lin Le squatted on the ground to wash his face, looked up, Cuihua left again, so he had to close the door, lie on the bed, and listen to the movement outside.

Mosquitoes buzzed and circled around him.

After a long time, Cuihua came in, holding a small bottle of essential oil, "There are a lot of mosquitoes on the mountain, are they biting?"

"Well, it has bitten a lot."

"Come on, sister, apply some oil on you, so it won't itch."

"Big sister is very kind." When she came in, Lin Lebi was a little shy, and lifted the quilt to cover her body.

"You're welcome," Cuihua gently lifted the quilt, poured some oil on her fingers, and slowly rubbed it on the palm of his arm, "Oh, I have bitten a lot of bumps, and I don't know it itches." Wiping her right hand, Wipe the left hand again.

"Put some oil on it and it won't itch." Lin Le lay on his back on the bed, not daring to move, if he misunderstood her meaning, it would be embarrassing to kick her out.

"Is it itchy here too?" Cuihua wiped it, and slowly put her hand into his clothes, sliding slowly on his chest.

"It's itchy too." Let her slowly apply the oil, sliding one hand slowly through the clothes.

"I was bitten badly by a mosquito, is it itchy down there too?" Cuihua's hand had already wiped her belly.

"OK."

"What's next?"

Her hand reached Xiaodudu, and finally stopped.

"It's itchy too." Lin Le said in a low voice.

In fact, Cuihua's hand was out of oil, and her palm was still sliding down a little bit.

"Is it here?"

"OK."

"Going down?"

"Go down."