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Chapter 3 Human and Mouse (4)

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    I allow myself to breathe fully and make a wild animal whirring sound.  I feel that speaking like this will be more powerful, like a real Ultraman.

    I said loudly, "Soldiers, right now, our enemy is the man who claims to be our boss, right?"

    "right!"

    I am inspired by their sincere voices.

    "I think we need to find an opportunity, and run away together if we have the opportunity!"

    "Altman, please give us the password."

    "The password is Ultraman!"

    "Ultraman! Ultraman!"

    I suddenly thought: "If there is such a day, we escape together, run out of this broken house, and we will go out singing songs!"

    "What song are you singing?"

    "Sing the Internationale!" Jacques said enthusiastically.

    Everyone began to sing wildly.

    "There has never been any savior, nor does it depend on a fairy emperor."

    "This is the final struggle, unite, and by tomorrow, Internacional will definitely be realized"

    I said: "This song is too complicated, I can't remember it, and I can't sing it completely."

    "Then what are you singing?"

    "Let's sing the national anthem. Two reasons: first, this song can inspire courage. Second, we sing it every day in school, and we can't make mistakes."

    "But, Altman, some people don't understand, such as those who haven't gone to school."

    "I'll teach you! Start now!"

    Jacques interrupted me: "Stop! I seem to hear a voice outside, the golden retriever is back!"

    Everyone quieted down and listened for a while, but there was no movement, it was a false alarm.  We started practicing again.

    I plan to lead everyone to sing together every night in the future, and I will definitely be more courageous in the future.

    9

    At night, apart from the sound of the train, there was no other movement.  Everyone couldn't fall asleep, so they started telling ghost stories.

    It turns out that children are afraid of ghosts.  Moreover, the more afraid they are, the more they want to talk, and they compete to see who can describe the scenes of various ghosts appearing more realistically and frighteningly.

    The louder the cry of terror, the better the storyteller¡ª¡ªalthough he often frightens himself half to death.

    The light coming in from the holes and gaps in the shed casts strange shadows on the children who are moving around, adding to the ghostly atmosphere.  I'm a master at storytelling.  As soon as I started talking, their necks stretched a lot¡ª

    One night, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a dark mass writhing on the wall.  I know that it was originally a bag of cotton. Grandpa bought it and planned to ask a tailor to make me a winter coat.

    But it turns into a ghost at night.

    The windows are blue, and some chickens and dogs are asleep, and those who are not asleep are silent, as if by magic.

    After the ghost came down from the wall, it stood on the table and danced for me, and then stuck out its tongue¡ªit was red and one meter long!  Spit it out with a "huh", like a flame, swirl it a few times, and then retract it with a 'swish'.

    Later, it may feel that it is a little boring to play with a ghost, so it slipped out through the crack of the window.

    It went to call the ghosts in the cemetery.

    Behind our wooden house is a large cemetery where many ghosts live.

    I heard the ghosts one by one, "creak¡ª" pushed the coffin away, and came out, and many ghosts came out!  They danced around the wooden house.

    When each ghost passed the window, it would stick out its red tongue to show me, and stretch out its claws, scratching randomly in the air.  Wow, those nails are white, as long as the neck of a long-necked heron

    "Ahh¡ª"

    One by one the little ones screamed, tired and frightened, trying to squeeze in as close to the others as possible.

    Jacques asked me: "Did you really come out to find Dad?"

    "Um."

    "It's strange, what's so good about Dad?"

    "My father is the best person in the world."

    "I don't understand. In my opinion, although my father is a big man"

    "What big shot?"

    "Boss of Bohua Group, do you know Bohua? The one who donates money everywhere. He is also one of the top ten economic figures. He looks like that on TV, isn't he amazing?"

    "sharp!"

    "Shit! He is bullshit in my eyes, a bastard!"

    "Oh, I would never, use those words."These shoes are very common in the country and are specially designed to deal with the muddy roads in spring and autumn.

    Dad only has such a pair of shoes, which he wears all year round, wading around on gravel roads or muddy water. The head of one shoe has opened its mouth like a hippopotamus.  I am happy.

    "Dad, your toe is coming out!"

    Embarrassed, Dad squatted down, pressed the upper of his shoe in vain, and pulled the nylon socks inside.  The socks were also torn.

    "I can't mend my shoes. I can't mend my socks because I know they want to dance!"

    "you are lying!"

    "Hey." Dad said, "Then let's mend socks?"

    I disagree: "I want to see them dance."

    The music starts again

    (Illustration 2 Dad will use the violin, call everyone's name, or recite the lyrics. When he plays the piano, I will float out of the window, to the branches in the distance, and even to the pine forest farther away  go)

    10

    I dreamed about my father.

    Maybe because before going to bed, I kept looking at the gaps in the roof of the shed, where the lights of the train station came in, dotted with stars.

    In the dream, they turned into the night sky of the county town, and the stars were so big that they shone brightly one by one.  Some are as big as a fist, like a little bell that can jingle at any time!

    Many small stars, thinly and densely, gathered together to form a hill or island shape, twinkling.  It turns out that they are the stars that grandpa said!  In the night sky, they looked at each other and communicated with each other with flashes of light, just like trees communicate with trees, mushrooms communicate with mushrooms.

    All of them have expressions of joy.

    Oh, no.  Grandpa said that the stars include the sun, the moon, and the stars, and a day and night can be divided into twelve stars.

    He taught me to recognize Mercury, Jupiter and Venus, as well as Polaris, Big Dipper, Altair and Vega.  Their locations are different in different seasons.

    As I remember, the Big Dipper is often in the sky, forming a big question mark.  The stars in the sky are too bright, densely packed, like diamonds, like crystals, and they are so close to me, as if I can pick them up as long as I stretch out my hand.

    I flew up, lightly, and some stars slipped past my ears.

    I saw dad.

    (Xi Li's other works: "The Pain of Ruins" http://www.17k.com/book/56782.html;

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