Chapter 2: Cloud Shadow in October 1992
Cloud Shadow in October 1992
I didn't dare to leave the village, so I could only try to gesture to the people in the village, hoping to help me with my work in exchange for something to eat.
I don't understand their language at all, and I can't speak their language, but some people in the village are very friendly. Even if there is really nothing to do in the village, they will let me do something and then let me eat a meal. Eat a full meal without starving and freezing to death.
I don't know how to do anything. The kind woman in the village asked me to pick up some stones of suitable shape and size at the edge of the village and build a pile outside her house, which will probably be used as materials for building something in the future.
I moved the stones back and forth until I was out of breath. The things that were hard to swallow yesterday poured into my mouth through gritted teeth. Tears dripped from my cheeks, and I rubbed my hands into mud.
Not afraid to leave the village, I picked up some rocks and branches and tried to block the air leaks in the barn, stuffed some soft hay in the corners of the barn, and picked up some wood, trying to put it in the barn. A fire was lit at the door.
It was really cold at night. Although the water had not frozen, the cold wind did make my scalp feel numb. When I went out, I saw the leaves of the bushes were falling, and the grass around was withered yellow. If I am not wrong, Winter is coming soon.
If I don't have a fire, I'll probably freeze to death.
When I was repairing this old barn, people from the village were watching, and a few children in tattered clothes were still there to help me deliver things.
In fact, from the outside, the "houses" in the village have no essential difference except that the walls are slightly larger than the barn in front of them.
Their house had no windows, and most of the doors were made very crudely, tied to one side with hessian rope, and the gaps were large enough for mice to get in.
There are about ten households living in the village, and I can feel that this place is usually more peaceful.
The old lady with white hair and wrinkled face would sit on the wooden chair outside the door to bask in the sun during the day, the children would run around the village with the dog, and a few farmers would work in the fields outside the village, but There is not much work, I finish things in about an hour or two, and then go home with my tools talking and laughing.
There is also a small logging farm beside the village. I saw young people and middle-aged people walking to the logging farm beside the village with an axe and singing in the early morning. In the evening, they would bring back some firewood to deliver. People who need it, it seems that they should be charged.
I envy those people, they look very strong, and they are carrying black axes in groups, even if they encounter beasts, don't be afraid?
But I'm only twelve years old, and I'm already thinner than others. I can't even lift rocks, let alone be a lumberjack.
I was so shameless in the village to help small things to eat, and when I had free time, I used branches, hay and stones to repair the barn where I lived.
For more than ten days, I really thickened the walls of the barn, and now the walls of the barn are no longer ventilated. Most of it was replaced with rotten wood and thatch.
While repairing the barn, I didn’t forget to repay the family who took me in. Originally, he used a few scattered stones to make a simple table in front of his house. The table was expanded into a long strip, roughly spliced into a whole plane according to the shape, and the gaps were filled with small stones and soil, and the larger stones were rammed to make it smooth.
The two children in his family were about eight or nine years old, and the youngest looked less than five years old. They liked the extra little flat outside the door and asked other children in the village to come to his house to play.
Laying a layer of stones in this way is not reliable. After walking more than I imagined, it will change positions and become uneven again after raining. Therefore, in my imagination, I will be on this stone ground for the next time. Lay another layer on the foundation, so that the front of the door becomes a square table that is a bit higher than the surrounding area, as a gift for them to accept me.
The middle-aged man and his wife are very happy with the stone ground I made. Although almost no one in the village has such a thing as a "yard", they still like to move the simple wooden chairs out of the door when the weather is fine. Sun, chat with the neighbors.
I've been stumbling and trying to learn the language they use these days, and I've had the kids remind me that I've actually learned quite a few words.
For example, I know the name of "dog," how to say hello, the name of the potato-like plant I eat, and the expressions for "stone," "twig," "grass," and "water."
Now I have my own little rock-built campfire in front of the barn, and if I'm lucky enough to get paid for that tuber food, I'll cook it myself and eat it.
For the past 20 days, I have become accustomed to seeing birds with two pairs of wings, and the family that took me in has also begun to get acquainted with me, accepting my existence, and not rejecting me even when I wished to borrow their metal pots. It was a very crude pot, badly rusted, covered with stains and charcoal ash, and its texture was barely discernible. I guessed it was copper or iron.
I borrowed a wooden barrel to get water from the river near the village and boiled it. For the first time in so many days, I dared to drink water with confidence.
You know, even a few days ago, unless I was too thirsty to bear, I would not go to the creek to grab water, but try to get a bowl of porridge or soup by helping out. After all, in my opinion Whether porridge or soup is boiled water, the probability of parasites is slightly lower, and it is safer than drinking raw water directly.
When it comes to parasites, I have to say that I have lice and bed bugs on my body. It is hard to imagine that these things can crawl on me in winter. I have paid great attention to drying the old blanket and my clothes, even still I had washed my clothes and socks in the icy river water, but the unbearable itching on my body when I fell asleep still made me extremely painful.
Not to mention my tousled hair, which, like the village dog, is a happy nest for lice.
In the village for a whole month and 30 days, I finally got my wish at night to see the stone door that suddenly appeared outside the barn.
In fact, I have been looking forward to its appearance every night for so many days, and I even have a faint confidence in my heart that it will not really abandon me to this bitter and cold place far away from civilization, so that I really see It was surprisingly calm at the time.
I didn't jump up and down with excitement, I didn't cry or shout, I just came out of the barn as calmly as I was prepared.
He stood up and patted his clothes, looked around at the dim world around him, crossed the door, and appeared in the home where he had dreamed many times, but at the moment it was still shrouded in gray.
The stone door closed and disappeared, the gray and white faded, and I just stood in my own house, everything seemed like a dream, but covered in a tattered burlap blanket, reaching out my hand, full of calluses and scars from moving stones, looking into the mirror, the familiar The face, the disheveled hair, everything before was not a dream.
When I was really sure I got home, I let out a sigh of relief and wanted to cry with joy, but the experience of these days seems to have made me stronger, and I carefully took off my clothes and tried to clean myself.
After living in that village for so many days, I was too stinky to see anyone.
I don't have a bathroom at home, I was very content when I poured water from the thermos into the basin and scrubbed, I persevered and came back alive and looking good.
The calluses and blisters on my hands are not too serious, some scars on my feet have healed, but some wounds are already inflamed and infected, and these wounds must be treated properly, and the unkempt hair that I have covered my eyebrows, also must be dealt with.
In fact, I also want to wake up my parents and let them see me who survives the disaster and witness my bravery and tenacity, but I am afraid it is difficult for them to believe all this, right?
Even if the scars all over my body and the calluses on my hands can't be faked, even if the disheveled hair on my head can't be faked, they probably still won't believe it...
I just scrubbed my body carefully and found it in the small shoebox at home. I disinfected my wound with alcohol and cotton swabs, and then took an anti-inflammatory drug. I found out from the cabinet the clipper my dad used to cut my hair every month, and squatted outside the house in the cold wind and pushed myself in the dark. A big bald head like a dog's gnawing.
I can't keep my hair, I have bed bugs all over my head and I don't want to bring them home.
The clothes and blankets I took off were also properly stuffed in plastic bags. I set up a fire on the kitchen stove, and poured half a pot of water into a large aluminum pot. After boiling, the clothes were boiled in batches.
The doors and windows are all open, otherwise the smell can really make one spit out, but the damn parasites should be cleaned up almost, and I finally breathe a sigh of relief.
My parents worked very hard during the day and didn't even have a lunch break, so they slept very deeply at night.
I was actually very tired, but I washed the cooked clothes and blankets in the basin again, and I hung them all on the clothesline in the cold wind, and saw them freezing hard before going in with satisfaction. After tidying up the door a little, I lay back comfortably under the covers and closed my eyes.
For many days, I have even begun to adapt to the cold and unpleasant smell of the old leaky barn, and now I am fortunate to be able to go home and sleep in my own warm blanket, which is like a dream.
The reason why I went to that world and come back again must be because of that stone, right?
I thought so in my heart, but I couldn't verify it. Zhang Sha had already left, and I couldn't contact her, so I couldn't prove my own conjecture.
I woke up happy the next morning and saw the roof of my house with my head on the pillow that I had dreamed of the other day.
My parents and the others had already gone to work. There was a cold steamed bun on the table. I licked my lips and drank the steamed bun, while reaching out to touch my imperfect bald head.
I put the fader in my schoolbag, and I jumped to school with a ragged hat on my head. This is the life I am familiar with. Even if I live it badly, it is what I want.
"At the same table, do me a favor, and help me get rid of my uncleaned hair." Before I sat down, I took out the fader from my school bag and stuffed it into my deskmate's hand.
Seeing me take off my hat, the whole tablemate was dumbfounded: "Wang Kai, what's the matter with you! Why did your hair become like this?"
"It's nothing, I pushed my head and broke it, you help me push all my hair out. Just hurry up!" I lowered my head and urged him.
My deskmate was as timid as I was, and I usually spoke as softly as a mosquito. I didn’t think much about it when I urged him. I bit the bullet and squeezed the fader, which completely pushed me into a bald head. I raised my hand and touched my own sandpaper. Like a scalp, feeling pretty good, smiled and thanked him.
The other students in the class looked around like a group of chickens. I was shy before I changed, but now I am not afraid of them at all. I chase them away like a stray dog.
If it weren't for our school not allowing students to wear hats in class, I would definitely not show my bald head to attract attention. The first language teacher was startled. She didn't recognize me at first sight. She knew that I was Wang Kai. I remembered who I was, and then stared at me and asked me what was going on.
"I tried to get a haircut myself, and it broke." I was a little embarrassed to be stared at by the whole class.
"...It's not ugly...it's cold, don't do this again." The Chinese teacher couldn't help but let me sit down before starting the class.
She has been teaching me for more than a year, but she has never been impressed by me, so she probably remembers me this time.
The second class in the morning was the class teacher's math class. I was yelled at. The class teacher said that I was bald and a hooligan. He also said that I looked like a prisoner of labor reform. Not only did I have to criticize me harshly, but I also planned to call my parents. I was scared and stupid. I hurriedly begged her not to call her parents, stretched out her hand to show her, and said that I accidentally got a fever while working to make money, and I had no choice but to cut my head bald. I really didn’t do it on purpose.
My hands that were full of blisters and scars when I moved stones were so shocking that the head teacher's eyes widened when he saw it, and asked me if it hurt.
My hands are full of blisters and I can't hold a pen. Can it not hurt?
But I told her that it didn't hurt, and begged her not to let me call my parents. I said that my parents had a hard time setting up a stall to repair bicycles, and I didn't want them to be sad.
In the more than a year of my junior high school, she has ridiculed me many times, and dismissed me as a scum with low grades and no money, but this time, she made an exception and did not embarrass me, and allowed me to wear a hat in class.
I, who was usually unknown in the class, suddenly appeared in their field of vision today, but no one noticed that I was different from usual, because they probably didn't remember what I was like before.
After school, I went to find my ex-girlfriend Zhang Sha. She and her family had moved away and the house was sold to others. I went to the canteen to call the phone number she left, but it was an empty number.
I can't go to her to test my thoughts.
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