I don’t know when Laoyou came to our village. As long as I can remember, Laoyou has already been there. I heard from adults that Lao Jiao was a deserter. In order to escape arrest, he became a beggar and fell into a beggar.
Laoyou lives in a cave on the earth cliff behind the school. Her hair that had been dirty for many years was almost gone, her two front front teeth were yellow and long, and her chin had a sparse beard. She looked like a sick male goat.
The old-fashioned voice is short and sharp, and the accent is obviously different from the local accent. I asked Laoyou where his family was. Laoyou was vague and said nothing, but he didn't say anything. I don't know if it was intentional perfunctory or even he couldn't remember it.
Laoyou is usually taciturn. In my impression, he rarely talks to people in the village. Occasionally, someone greets him. He just lowers his head and makes a sound of "Yi" in his throat, which is considered a response. But old-fashioned likes to talk to children. When there were only children around him, Laoyou opened up and faced those young faces and told the story of his military war.
Laoyou didn't say which army he served, nor what battle he participated in. Now, the biggest possibility is the " counterattack battle " in the 1970s. The battlefield stories told by Laoyou are not politically correct, neither expressing the bravery and tenacity of our army, nor mentioning the righteous mission of "one punch can be cut, so as not to come a hundred punches", but only immersed in the blood and cruelty of describing the killing. A description he kept saying: "Catch the child's legs and tear it apart!"
When he said this, Lao Jia made movements at the same time, raised his hands above his head, and pulled it suddenly. The word "one" in "tear two" was pulled high and pointed, as if it was an extremely pleasant thing. At that moment, his cloudy eyes seemed to have light, and his whole body was incredibly given some kind of vitality - or madness.
The old mind is obviously not clear. He often confuses the things he has said, and deals with one thing on another. Even a certain thing happened to Zhang San this time, and then the next time he talks, it becomes Li Si. However, no matter which story you tell, the description of grabbing the child and tearing it apart will inevitably be mentioned. It seems to be a burst point in the spiritual world of old oil. Without embellishing it, the story will not be exciting enough and has no soul. So much so that after saying it, all the children learned this sentence, and learned to be old-fashioned, raised their hands above their heads to make movements, "One - tear two apart!"
When they don't tell stories, old-fashioned has their own profession, that is, wandering around the surrounding villages, mainly schools, and picking up waste paper. He carried a large pocket sewn from urea pockets on his shoulders and held a homemade scavenger tool in his hand. The tool is made of more than one meter long wooden stick and sharpened thick iron wire. It is shaped like the square painting halberd of Lu Fengxian . The pointed cone is used to slap the waste paper on the ground, and the bent hook is used to scatter.
The old man held the magical tool in his hand, skillfully ripping the waste paper on the ground, "click" and "click" the picture and sound of the sharp weapon penetrating the paper. In today's words, it is very decompressed. I stood beside me and could watch for a long time. After tying a thick string, Laogu pulled down the paper and stuffed his hands into the big pocket behind him. I often see the big pocket of Laoyou stuffed, giving people the illusion that I can sell it for a lot of money. After enough waste paper such as
, Laogu took a wooden stick and walked slowly to the waste purchase station in the town, sold the paper, bought a few water-fried buns , and sometimes he would buy a few cheap candies that were as hard as a stone and could not be melted in his mouth for half an hour. It was called foreign candy at that time. If you eat fried bread on the road, foreign candy is of other use.
When there were only one or two children around, Laoyou took the child to the place where he carried the man, took out the foreign candy and asked if he wanted to eat it. If he nodded and said he wanted to eat it, he would make a strange request, asking the child to take off his pants in front of him and show him the little dick.The child is ignorant and quickly pulls his pants in order to eat candy. No matter whether he sees old oil or not, even if the conditions are completed, he must give the candy. If he doesn't give it, he will not keep his word and throw it away with a stone.
If the old oil is satisfied with the view, he will give the whole candy to the child; if he is not satisfied, he will get a discount - he slowly peeled off the candy and cut the candy in half with his sticky yellow teeth, only half for the child. Sometimes I bite the candy into pieces and chew it on my own. Because of his lack of teeth, he chewed it very hard and made a nearly painful crackling sound.
Later, an adult learned about Laoyou's behavior and found a hole to teach him a lesson. The woman insulted him, and the man kicked him a few times, warning him that if he would disgust him in the future, he would drive him out of the village. Since then, old people have never dared to do it again. The candy was still bought, but he no longer distributed it to the children. He deliberately peeled the candy and put it in his mouth in front of the children, and said sarcastically: "Want to eat it? Let your father buy it for you when I got home..."
By the time I was in the fifth grade, the old oil was as old as a dead tree stump, and I couldn't tell the difference between a face, nose and eyes, and I was almost moving when I walked. At this time, Laoyou seemed to have lost his language ability. Not only did he not talk to the adults in the village, but he no longer talked to the children. He still picked up waste paper, but he was no longer able to carry it to sell it, most of the time he took advantage of the tractor in the village. He asked someone to help him lift the bag onto the tractor, but he hunched over and couldn't climb up for a long time, so others had to take action to put him on.
That summer, it was very hot and people couldn't see the old oil for many days, thinking that he had moved to another place. Later, someone went up the mountain to kill the thorns. When he passed by Laoyou's cave, he smelled a strong stench emitted from the cave. He stood at the entrance of the cave and shouted Laoyou, but no one answered. He covered his nose and went in and saw that Laoyou had died naked in the cave.
The villagers took a broken mat and rolled up the old oil's body, buried it in the entrance of the cave, and built a grave as big as a basin. Then a pile of dirty debris was cleared out from the hole. There are pots, jars, and worn clothes... In a mooncake box with the pattern "Flowers and Full Moon" printed, a stack of chunks is neatly stacked. The number of points is 38 yuan in total. The village chief made the decision and gave it to the two young people who dug holes and buried people, which was considered a reward.
There are also a few pairs of children's shorts in those miscellaneous items. It was confirmed that it was from several children in the village - they were hung in the yard and lost at some point.
"Old pickled vegetables! It should have been damn long ago!" The child's mother kicked the old grave. The grave bag was not very good at all, and it kicked off half of it, making it look even worse...
