Childhood + quiet Liaohe - Chapter 06
I’m the little pigeon king in the “Dahuang building”. With a wave of my little hand, the pigeons follow me, and fly out of the “Dahuang building” to the wide courtyard surrounded by cement boards and sticks.
The back of the “Dahuang building” is a dark red, naked brick wall. There is a narrow and dark door on both sides of the building. The innocent, brown and red wooden door has been repeatedly attacked by people for no reason. It is full of bruises, humming and creaking, and grinning and grinning in pain. I pour out these pigeons tirelessly. I am aiming at my childhood The pigeon raised its arm: “go, go to the canteen!”
“Well, go to the canteen!”
In the north of the Dahuang building, at the end of the cement board, there is a row of red brick bungalows which have been abandoned for no reason soon. It is a deformed product of eating a big pot of rice in the great leap forward era. People call it the canteen.
I vaguely remember that in that ridiculous era, my mother and father led my sister and I to gobble up our meals in the crowded and noisy canteen.
Nowadays, the canteen is already in a state of disrepair. Doors and windows and glass are broken. The gas stove is locked. All the heating pipes are frozen and cracked. The rusty faucets are dripping with long running water.
Jumping over the open window, there is a narrow open space with moldy garbage. When you use a wooden stick full of rusty nails to dig through the thick garbage layer, you will see one after another, thick and long, scarlet earthworms, which are extremely disgusting, drilling around in the garbage layer.
I threw away the broken stick and pulled out a big red earthworm. Then, I jumped back into the yard and threw it far away with a whoosh. All the little pigeons imitated me. All of a sudden, the red earthworms were flying around in the open yard, and the little girls who were jumping rubber bands screamed, holding their heads and frowning Run away.
after throwing enough red earthworms, I patted my dirty hands: “I’m too tired to play, let’s go.”
Huhua – at my instigation, the pigeons rushed into the dormitory building again, and the broken door had no choice but to swallow us back.
We little pigeons flew back into the gloomy and disordered corridor, playing hide and seek among piles of meaningless, pungent, moldy smell.
The dark green wooden handrail is the best choice for us pigeons to play with the slide. Over time, our small buttocks are polished smooth and shining with a bright luster.
The iron railings are our good toys. We pigeons are like a clever monkey, holding the iron bars covered with dust, and climbing up and down with interest. At the same time, we are also digging all the imaginations in our minds to make all kinds of extremely dangerous and strange shapes that often make adults dumbfounded.
aunt Yang, who just bought vegetables from the market, looked at me with big round eyes and worried and warned me: “land, be careful, don’t fall!”
I was hanging on the iron railing, my eyes were fixed on Aunt Yang’s attractive crotch, and I made a mischievous face: “nothing, nothing!”
“This naughty bag!”
Aunt Yang stepped on the stairs, while holding out her hand to touch my head melon: “Oh, you all Taohua to come!”
My skill of climbing iron railings is recognized by the whole building. It is absolutely the first-class super-high level. Usually, I can climb from the top floor to the bottom floor with the iron railing. Until now, no other pigeon has been able to do this.
The smooth, dreary concrete steps slanted plaintively, radiating a dismal, dark gray glow that could only be seen in a grave.
On the north side of the stairs is a huge glass window that extends from the bottom to the top. However, it is ridiculous that the large and bright glass has already disappeared. This is the result of the Revenge of the scattered people who are angry at losing their lovely countryside around the pigeon cage.
Today, the windows smashed and cut by the scattered people are all nailed with thick, rusty iron sheets, making a stairwell dark and dark, and never see light from now on.
Those poor and sad, but also extremely hateful scattered people around the Dahuang building are like a group of unscrupulous coyotes, who repeatedly launch crazy attacks on innocent pigeon cages: the good glass windows are smashed to pieces, the windows are secretly removed, the heating valves are twisted off, the scrap iron is sold, the heating coal is stolen, and even the bamboo strips are used to dredge the water I will not let go.
The living conditions of these scattered people are extremely bad, let alone have any legitimate occupation: setting up a stall, selling popsicles, repairing bicycles, scavenging, stealing, fighting, drinking, etc
These genteel intellectuals from all over the world in the residential building dare to be angry and dare not speak up to the unsophisticated and often outspoken compatriots in the residential buildings. They have to stay away from each other and have no communication with each other. At the same time, these pretentious intellectuals earnestly admonish their children We should play and play with the children of the scattered people outside the building.
In addition, they called their children “wild children” with disdain. These “wild children” are really wild. I have learned from them repeatedly. Once, despite my mother’s warning, I sneaked through the cement board pole. In the lane full of peculiar smell, I witnessed such a terrible scene: a big boy dressed in dirty clothes was dead and dead On the naked back of a little boy with a big snot on his face, the big boy held a big rusty nail in his hand, stabbing the back of the little boy fiercely and repeatedly. A deep hole was pierced on the back of the victim, and the blood was splashed all over the dirty body.
The poor victim wailed and struggled in agony, while the disgusting boy continued to stab and stab with Great indifference
A little pigeon’s glass ball fell off carelessly and rolled along the corridor. The little pigeon immediately scratched his ears and scratched his cheek and ran after him recklessly: “Yo Yo, yo yo, my yo…”
“Ha ha ha” from the end of the corridor, there was a hum of laughter. Then, a gray haired old man, holding the glass ball in his hand, came over with a smile: “ha, whose slip is this?”
“My, my, old secretary, this is my slip!”
“Oh, your slip is yours, but what should I do if I find it?”
The old secretary, who had just finished the mediation work in Li Xiang’s family, solemnly held the glass ball he had picked up: “what, give it back to you. Hum, it’s not so easy to say. Let’s have a competition. If you win, I’ll give you back Liuliu!”
The old secretary, like a naughty boy, is not an ordinary soldier. He is a meritorious officer who returned from the Korean battlefield with us shells on his wound. Now, he has taken off his military uniform and served as the Secretary of the Party committee of scientific research institutions.
The old secretary has a good temper and is approachable. Especially in front of us pigeons, he always has a friendly smile, playing with us like a child.
No, he was holding the glass ball that he got by accident and squatted on the dirty concrete floor. He fought with us pigeons very seriously: “Hey, come on, play, fool, ha ha, boy, you didn’t hit me, right? Come on, look at me…”
@ P > a little pigeon suggested, “don’t play, you didn’t hit it, tell us a story about fighting against the United States and aiding Korea!”
the old secretary, hearing the speech, put the glass back into the pigeon’s hands with a smile. Then, he sat down on the concrete steps, and he wisped a wisp of thin white beard: “well, once, we launched a strong attack on the American on the opposite side. First, the artillery was a roar, and then, at the command of the commander, comrades, rush…”
Talking about it, the old secretary jumped up and staggered in the corridor, making the little pigeons laugh: “old secretary, lie down quickly, the American shells are coming!”
“You don’t understand, children, when the enemy’s shell comes, experienced soldiers can guess where it’s going to fall by sound when it comes over…”
the old secretary said and drew: “Oh Bang! It’s down there!
Ha ha, didn’t blow me up, hehe!
“didn’t blow you up, but how did you get the shrapnel on your body?”
“Yes, let the Americans blow it up!”
no one would like to mention their own bad luck, so did the old secretary. He took up our little hands with great enthusiasm and deliberately avoided the topic of his being shot: “children, go down and play. My grandfather will teach you how to charge!”
“Good, go, go downstairs and play!”
The old secretary stood in the middle of the yard, looking like a big leader. He waved his hand: “comrades, rush!”
“Children, can’t be like this, can’t be like this, don’t get together, everyone should spread out, yes, disperse, otherwise, a bomb from the Yankees will blow you to the sky, we should spread out in formation, yes, spread out Go
So, we followed the old secretary’s buttocks and walked around the rhubarb building from left to right.
the old secretary finally stopped. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked at the watch on his wrist: “well, children, let’s practice here today, I have other things, I have to go!”
Seeing off our child Wang, the lovely old secretary, we little pigeons slipped back into the corridor, and soon recovered our ape nature. We climbed up and down with iron railings one by one.
I suddenly thought, standing on the stair handrail, tiptoe, grasp the heating pipe and climb to the ceiling.
“So powerful, so powerful,…”
My friends clapped their hands in praise. I couldn’t help but be elated. I tried harder to climb up. However, the heating pipe was smooth and smooth. My wrist was really limited. I let go of it and rolled down.
Crash – I accidentally pushed my feet into a glass window on the left side of the heating pipe, and there was a terrible, crackling, and thin noise.
I looked down at it, but I couldn’t help it. I kicked the glass window under my feet, and the soy sauce bottle, rice vinegar bottle and soybean oil bottle in front of the window clinked and rolled around, and the oil stained windowsill was in a mess in an instant.
Then, there was a comprehensive voice of shouting and swearing: “Damn, who is this, eh? Who did this
PA — the door of the corridor was heavily pushed open, and a tall and thin man rushed out. He was furious and rushed at me: “motherfucker…”
The tall and thin man stretched out two thin and long hands and pulled me from the heating pipe: “it’s you who did it, right? Let’s go and find your mother!”
this man is a security cadre in the unit, a notorious retired serviceman, because of his thin and tall body, slender limbs, people give nickname: Grasshopper!
“Uncle, I didn’t mean it!” I muttered in the long claws of the grasshopper
“Don’t talk nonsense”
the grasshopper dragged me: “go, find your mother! You pay for it
“Uncle, uncle, spare me!”
I almost begged with tears.
“What’s the matter! Well, what’s up
From the end of the corridor, my mother’s very familiar and kind cry: “what’s the matter?”
“Hum,” the grasshopper yelled at her mother, pointing to the broken glass window, “what’s the matter? You can see for yourself. It’s all done by your baby son!”
My sister followed her mother in silence. Seeing the poor me, she asked quietly, “little brother, you are in trouble again!”
mom stopped, frowned and glanced at the broken glass window: “the child is still young, too naughty, you don’t have the same idea with the child!”
With that, my mother took out her purse. I was still dragged by the grasshopper and looked at her with tears.
My mother gave me a tiger face, and then gently took me from the big grasshopper’s palm: “how much should I pay? How much should I pay? Don’t take the same view with a child. He is still young. It’s frightening and almost crying!”
after compensating the big grasshopper’s glass window and all kinds of seasoning bottles, my mother took my little hand: “go, you naughty bag, look home, I’ll clean up and clean you up and give you a thorough loosening of skin!”