He was stunned. Said stunned in fact is not accurate, he is not reacted to what is going on, his eyes, although looking at the red fox stealing chickens, but the brain is still immersed in the marvelous kingdom of mathematics: there is a nest of chickens, evenly divided among the five people more than one, evenly divided among the four people and less than two, evenly divided among the three people and less than one, how many chickens in this nest? He racked his brains and could not figure out the correct answer, always seems to be more than one, if the fox stole one, ha, the answer is not figured out? He was so stirred up by the fun math that he couldn't tell if the fox stealing the chickens in front of him was unreal or real. Instead of taking the rescue action that a man would have taken on such an occasion: picking up a stick and snatching the unlucky chicken from the greedy fox's mouth; he sat and watched as the red fox swept past him dragging the chicken in tow, his red tail brushing against his butt.
His greatest regret was that he shouldn't have let out that scream. He doubted that he had really screamed, because he hadn't even heard himself scream at the time. But it seems that he really screamed, because not only did Abba hear it, but so did Amma, and even the two neighbors across the bamboo fence heard it. He didn't know why he screamed; maybe it was a surprise; maybe it was an admiration; maybe it was like waking up from a dream; maybe it was a moment of panic, but it couldn't have been fear. Although he was a student, but after all, he was a child growing up in the mountains, with the hunter's tough and brave blood flowing in his veins, would he be afraid of a small fox?
Unfortunately, no one looks at it this way.
Abba heard the commotion, dropped his nets, copied the shotgun in his hand, and ran out in a flurry, but when he glanced at the fox that was drilling out of the hole in the wall, his nervous excitement became depressed and disillusioned, and he frowned y and said coldly:
"I thought that the dog's bear's slap had fanned your nose off. "
A-ma also threw down the vegetable spoon in her hand and ran down quickly from the bamboo building in three steps, put an arm around his shoulder and asked in a trembling voice:
"Child, scared you, right? Don't be afraid, there is ama in."
Several neighbors lying on the fence looked curiously.
Abba's face became even more somber: "I can't imagine that a hunter who dares to hunt mountain leopards and wild elephants has a son who is afraid of foxes. Even the beasts in the mountains and forests know about it, and are afraid that they will laugh their teeth off!"
A-ma huffed and yelled at her father, "The child is frightened, and you, the old man, still want to be mean to him. You are the oldest person in the world, and you still want to be mean to him. Is it possible that your heart is carved out of stone?
Abba also said with a tiger's face, "It's all because you spoiled him."
"Wenliang is only 14 years old, still a child."
"I'm 14 years old, already carrying a shotgun to break into the big black mountain, when the head is still shorter than him a cut it! Empty long a good skin."
Go Wenliang face hot and spicy, aggrieved tears down the nose down.
"Oh, read seven or eight years of school, but also learned to cry like a girl child. The school is not all cultivate some misogynistic things ah." The father said.
The sound of laughter came from outside the fence.
He is the only child, his father has always loved him, as far as he can remember, his father has never taunted and humiliated him like today. He had broken Abba's heart, Abba was a hunter and regarded his honor as more important than his life; as his son had been frightened by a fox, this had undoubtedly corrupted the family style and tarnished Abba's reputation.
Sure enough, Godongshan's son let a fox from under the nose to catch the chicken, and scared to shout for help, became a scandal, became a joke, in the Man Yan Zhai wind spread, he went to the well to pick water, he went to the pasture pasture cattle, can be felt towards him to cast a sneer, contemptuous eyes.
The Hani people advocate bravery, advocate strength. Walled village every year, the most ambitious scale of the divine activities, is to worship the god of the hunt. In the Hani society, timidity and cowardice is almost the same as thieves, and is scorned.
He must hunt the damned red fox. This is not only for his own honor, but also for his beloved school. He has to prove to Abba that the school is not a place where misogynistic things are made; that the teachers at the school have devoted their lives to educating and training him to be upright and brave, to be a real man.
The day dawned, the sunrise painted a layer of gold to the blue river and gray river beach, the opposite bank of the purple stone wall of the white arashi curl, dark brown eagle soaring in the emerald green canopy, this is the morning birds leave the nest of the night beasts return to the cave moment, Gowonliang crouch in the back of the reef to listen to intently.
Ba! Empty mountain field bursts ringing iron violent impact sound, the sound is dull, seemingly ancient and far away, followed by a frog-shaped rock behind the fox came a mournful cry, Go Wenliang excitedly jumped up, ran over, ruffled thatch, ooh! Trap really clamped a fox's hind legs, the fox struggled desperately, tearing the grass, stirring up the dew, you can no longer escape, not to mention that you are just a small fox, even if the leopard stepped on the iron clip, but also have to admit their own bad luck! He drew out his long knife, chopped down a tree branch, and began to peel the wooden stick. He did not want to use bamboo crossbow or long knife to result in red fox, because arrow holes and knife wounds will damage the precious fox skin. He would use the sturdy stick to strike it hard in the hollow between its nose and eyebrows, suffocating it to death. He would gulp down its skin and make a fox-skin kangaroo for his mother, so that she could wear it every day. It was the banner of his shame, the mark of his bravery.
The red fox, tired or smart enough to realize that all efforts to escape were futile, stopped struggling and lay quietly beside the iron clamp. Ge Wenliang looked at it again, he suddenly surprised to find that this is a very beautiful fox. The whole body fur color red, like a layer of glaze, in the sunlight flashing gorgeous luster; body elegant, limbs well-proportioned, two meaty ears are very strong in the corner of the forehead; the snow-white eyebrow makes its nose and eyes and the whole face look vivid God, there are even a little bit of flirtatious.
Auntie would have liked this fox skin, Gwen-Liang thought.
He peeled off the branches of the tree and made a heavy wooden stick, and assumed the posture of Wusong fighting a tiger, and took a step towards the red fox that deserved to be killed. He thought it would show its teeth and intimidate him, and no beast would be willing to be killed; he hoped that it would lunge at him madly with an iron clip, and use its sharp teeth, and its three remaining claws, and struggle to the death and fight with him. death; he was not willing simply to knock down a fox that could not resist, he wished to carry out a bloody fight to show his own strength and bravery.
The red fox was still lying down. It's got one of its hind legs caught in an iron clamp, but it can still stand up!
Oh, he understands, this cunning fox must have known that he is in a desperate situation, hard fight can only accelerate the death, want to change the strategy and tactics, use soft power to impress his compassion. See, it will soon whimper and wail, and perhaps even squeeze out a few tears; it will shiver under his wooden stick and shrink into a ball, pretending to look pitiful, and perhaps even bend his legs and fall on his knees, begging him to spare his life. I will never be fooled; you have dishonored my name, you have defiled my character, and now it is time for you to pay the price in blood. He's going to make it clear that no! He wants all the foxes and all the beasts in the world to understand that a mountain boy who has read for eight years is not to be bullied, and his dignity is not to be desecrated. Come on, kneel down and shed tears, he will only give it a contemptuous smile, and swing down the stick without any weakness.
2009-6-13 19:41 Completely out of his expectation, the red fox behind bars neither growled at him nor begged him. It even turned its back to him and chirped sharply at the drunken butterflies in full bloom to the left of the frog-shaped rock, its call full of anxiety, concern, and containing some kind of warning.
Ge Wenliang is very strange, could it be that at this moment there is something more important than its life attracted it? He could not help but stop and look towards the drunken butterfly bush. Beautiful purple and red like a group of butterflies dancing leaves without wind, suddenly drilled out two bright red furry little head. Oh! A pair of little foxes. Also pointed nose, also snow-white eyebrows, and look like the big fox pressed under the iron clip.
He then realized that the big red-furred fox was a young female fox. There was no doubt that the pair of young foxes were her beloved sons and daughters, so it was no wonder that she ignored him and turned away at the critical moment when the wooden stick was about to fall.
The two little foxes came out of the bush trembling, and stood by the frog-shaped rock, about seven or eight paces away from him and the trap, wanting to go to the mother fox, but afraid of him, and hesitantly calling out to the mother fox in a mournful manner.
The mother suddenly became violent, and, showing her teeth, snarled fiercely at the two young foxes; she jumped and kicked furiously, and gnawed desperately at the springs of the trap; her hind legs, which had been caught in the trap, were torn to pieces, and were dripping with blood; her incisors, which had been caught by the hard springs, were also torn by the hard springs, and were dripping with blood. The incisors were also broken by the hard spring.
Gao Wenliang understood that the mother fox is trying to drive away the two little foxes, so that they away from death.
The two little foxes do not want to go away, but do not dare to come close, in the frog-shaped rock dawdling.
It was as if Gao Wenliang had been fixed, and he could not drop his stick in mid-air. He was in no way pitying the mother fox, but felt that knocking her to death in front of the two little foxes seemed to be a bit of a bad idea.
He could have aimed the bamboo crossbow at the two little foxes, so close to the effective distance, is not going to fall short. This is the prey sent to the door, extra harvest, this kind of cheap not pick up white not pick up. Although the skin of the small fox can not do fox skin shoulders, but to the youngest uncle's children to do two fox skin hat, is also quite beautiful, but he always felt that, in front of the mother fox shot its little baby, as if it is also not very humane, and then again, this pair of small fox fur smooth, chubby, like two small red pom-poms, full of childish eyes bony turn, appearance is quite adorable; the top of the most important is that this pair of small foxes have never messed with him, not the The most important thing is that this pair of foxes have never messed with him, and are not the object of his vengeance.
He had no choice but to put down his stick and go and get rid of the little foxes first.
The little fox is smart and naughty, deftly avoiding the dirt and branches he smashed past. To his high voice of intimidation is not heard: several times he ran over to catch up, see can step on the tail of the little fox, they are not panicked abruptly drilled into the grass; he thought that the little fox was driven away by him, pick up the stick ready to clean up the mother fox, but suddenly, this pair of elves from the frog-shaped rock behind the furry little head. Sometimes the little foxes simply go around the frog rock with him.
This is not hunting, it is playing hide-and-seek! The sun rose above the trees, and the forest was bright and hot at midday. After half a day of tossing and turning, Go Wenliang still could not get rid of the two little foxes, just like the wind does not have the power to blow away the iron filings on the magnet. He was covered in stinking sweat, tired and aching from his muscles and bones, and his stomach was grumbling with hunger. He leaned sluggishly against the rock to catch his breath. Two little foxes crouched three paces away from him, shrugging their noses and squeezing their eyes as if they were making faces at him. He also seemed to see the snow-white eyebrows of one of the little foxes with slightly darker fur arched steeply upwards, and a hint of a smirk flashed across its foxy little face; they must have been sneering at his weakness, sneering at his incompetence.
In a flash Go Wenliang leapt up, drew a golden bamboo arrow from the arrow pouch on his back waist, viciously hitched it to the arrow slot of the bamboo crossbow, and took aim at the two little foxes.
He is not a Buddhist disciple, there is no need to comply with the precepts of not killing; he is a hunter, in the face of the mother fox first killed the little fox, or in the face of the little fox first killed the mother fox, it does not matter, they are going to die anyway, so that the mother fox watched the Golden Bamboo Arrow pierced through the chest of its beloved little baby, it is the mother fox is a more profound and more effective kind of revenge. Go Wenliang venomously thought, the little fox in the grass after the arrow convulsions and spasms, perhaps the mother fox will tear the heart like a long cry, a, sadness and gas, this is better, save him to use the stick to knock. This, he thought, was the hunter's wisdom and the hunter's heart. The hunter should be a stone heart, he suddenly woke up, realized that just now his kind of merciful action and thought is really stupid, this is not like what the hunter, completely is a woman's heart! He felt that his father's sarcasm seemed to be a bit reasonable, and that there was indeed a soft and unmanly impurity in himself. He knew in his heart, as long as he pulled the crossbow, as long as the bison hoof sinews made crossbow string issued a dull trill, as long as the hungry and thirsty golden bamboo arrow whistled to the little fox's chest, then, he completed the character of the sudden change, become a real hunter, real man.
He clenched his teeth and cocked his crossbow.
The little foxes were still crouching in front of him.
However, as if the bamboo crossbow has a thousand pounds of weight, how he can not end the smooth; the crossbow may be damp rust, how to trigger can not be, he suddenly and inexplicably appeared in his mind, Mr. Wei's pair of clear and slightly melancholy eyes.
2009-6-13 19:43 Reply Golden Eagle Ming'er 32 fans 6 floor Two years ago, that past event surfaced in front of me again.
At that time, he was still in the town primary school in the sixth grade, the class teacher is Mr. Wei. Wei teacher is from Yun Jinghong national teacher training assigned to the female students, look weak and slender, arm like a reed, even a bucket of water can not carry, the boys are not afraid of her, that day, a beautiful oriole fluttering wings from the window into the classroom, this is a small oriole wings have not yet grown hard, it must be in the practice of flying in the classroom of the wrong people, the students quickly close the doors and windows. The students quickly closed the doors and windows. In the midst of the looting, he grabbed the little oriole with his ape-like sensitivity. An old oriole was chirping on a branch outside the window, and he was tying the little oriole's feet with a thin rope when Mr. Wei came over and said, seemingly to himself, "Its mother is looking forward to it going back."
If Mr. Wei had been angry and put on a teacher's face, scolded him, or ordered him to let go of the oriole, he would never have obeyed. The little oriole is he caught, he loved how to deal with is his freedom, if she also retch, maybe he will be in her face savagely the little oriole alive into two halves. He wasn't afraid of her.
But Ms. Wei's voice was so soft, as if the breeze was blowing the petals of a flower; her large, clear eyes were filled with the warmth that only a woman can have, flowing with a hint of sadness. She looked at him, not as a teacher ordering a student, nor as an adult commanding a child, but as a beautiful woman pleading with him. A strange shudder ran through his heart, as if a hidden doorway had suddenly been opened, and tenderness, like a tide, surged out and slammed into his boyish, mischievous heart. A sudden sympathy and compassion for the weakest animals arose in him. Without a moment's hesitation, he untied the knot on the little oriole's leg, opened the window, and set it free.
In retrospect, Mr. Wei's soft-spoken words and clear, melancholy gaze were like an invisible, soft rope that bound his hunter's nature - the rigid wildness.
2009-6-14 17:57 in reply to Golden Eagle Ming'er 32 fans
He smiled bitterly, and split the wooden stick down from mid-air, just knocking on the spring-loaded pin of the trapping iron clip, clicking with a crunching sound, and the taut clip loosened violently, and the mother fox took the opportunity to pull out her bloody hind legs, following the two surprised little foxes, and limping towards the mountain forest.
He watched in awe as they disappeared into a thick green thicket.
2009-6-14 18:23 Reply Golden Eagle Ming'er 32 fans 8 floor Go Wenliang carrying a trapping iron clip, carrying a gray rabbit, hanging his head to go home, finished, he thought, in vain, not to mention the hard work of the night, but instead, to the fox to catch a time. He was very remorseful, should not let go already in the hands of the female fox, but now it is too late to regret. Originally, he could have carried a mother fox and two foxes, back to Man Yan Zhai, thrown in the threshing floor, let the people gather around to see the fun, so that the fox's blood to wash away his shame, he gained a good reputation. And now, the people would mock him twice as much. Even he despised himself, soft-hearted as a little girl, and was beyond redemption.
A-ma was mixing the driving rain, and A-pa was pounding the pestle. When she saw him coming back, A-ma immediately pounced on him, touched his limbs, and said heartily, "Son, did you really spend the night in the forest? You're not hurt, are you? It's killing Ah Ma."
Abba looked at him with a smile and said teasingly, "Oh! The brave hunter has returned. I suppose you must have gone in search of the red-haired fox; let me see if you have cracked its brains?"
He lazily tossed the gray rabbit before Abba.
Abba's face was as grim as moss on stone, "What a hunter, what a marvelous hunter, pounding the forest all night and catching a gray rabbit, bravo, we've got rabbit meat in the house."
He said dejectedly, "It's this gray rabbit, and I didn't hunt it, I picked it up. No, the fox gave it to me." Saying this, he recounted how he caught the mother fox with an iron clip, how he could not bear to kill it, and how he let it go at last, and at last he crouched on the ground without saying a word. But those melancholy eyes were clearly telling Abba without words: "You don't expect me to be a hunter like you, I'm weak, I'm no good, I'm sorry for you. But please don't blame the school, don't blame the teachers, the school and the teachers teach us every day to be upright and brave. It is I myself can not, you are right, I am a misogynistic thing ...... "His eyes are red.
Abba kept watching him, "Don't cry, I top hate tears."
He said, squatted down, carefully inspect the fox hair and fox blood stuck in the iron clip, but also grabbed the gray rabbit, stroked open the soft rabbit hair, inspecting the neck nest at the fox left tooth marks. Abba looked so carefully, like a scientist looking at an experimental specimen.
Go Wenliang was so sleepy that he left his father and mother behind and climbed up to the bamboo building, where he didn't even bother to take off his clothes and fell asleep on the carpeted floor. He was too tired. This sleep is really heavy, from noon until dusk, when he woke up, the magnificent sunset spread over the balcony. His stomach rumbled with hunger and he wanted to find something to eat by the fire. As soon as he stepped out of the bedroom, he suddenly realized that his home had suddenly changed, full of ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
In the center of the room, a large bull's head hangs on the column that is blackened by cooking smoke. This is a bison head passed down from the ancestors, after years of precipitation, there is a deep sense of history. The pair of translucent milky-white bison horns are still glittering with sharp luster; the eyes of the bison are still glaring like copper bells, gazing coldly at the vicissitudes of the human world. The bison is a totem worshipped by Hani hunters, symbolizing exuberant life and mysterious power. Abba's naked upper body coated with a layer of coconut oil, brown skin bright as tea-colored glass, lower body around a leopard skin, money-like spots radiating a wild majesty. Abba, with a chilly dagger in hand, skillfully cut off the head of a gray rabbit and respectfully sacrificed it under the head of a stately bison, while Amma changed into her festive attire, her round hat and brand-new black linen skirt and dress covered with silverware and tassels. She carried a wine gourd and sprinkled the wine libation under the bison's head. The bamboo building was filled with a mellow aroma of bakelite wine. There was also a table of sumptuous lei dishes on the gabion mat next to the bamboo window.
This is the Hani tribe to meet the brave hunter full of celebration ceremony.
Gwen Liang remembers very clearly: the year before last, Abba accompanied scientists from Beijing into the big black mountain to capture a baby elephant, safe home, mom also held such a grand ceremony. What's going on today? Abba didn't go out hunting!
He looked on in surprise, not understanding what was going on.
Abba took the wine gourd from Ama, filled three small wooden bowls with wine, handed him one, and said with a smile,
"Come, my son, under the gaze of the precious bison, let us drink this bowl."
"To whom shall we drink?"
"To you!"
"To my picking up a gray rabbit in the forest?"
"Yes, to the gray rabbit, to another brave and kind hunter in our family, to true manhood, cheers!"