The father was so ashamed that he raised his pistol and aimed it at the man who wanted to eat the jujube baboon. There was a crack in Browning's pistol. The bullet didn't come out of the chamber. The man's face was sallow, and he jumped up quickly to grab his father's pistol. The father was so angry that he threw himself on the man, kicking and biting him. The mute stood up, pulled his father's neck and threw it hard. His father's body floated off the ground and broke several sorghum plants when he fell. The father rolled up, shouted abuse, and threw himself in front of the mute. The mute murmured. The father looked at his livid face and was trapped there. The mute took the Browning pistol, pulled the bolt, and a bullet fell into his hand. He pinched the bullet, looked at the small hole made by the firing pin on the door of the bullet's buttocks, and made a few gestures at his father. The mute put the gun in his father's waist and patted his father on the head. What are you doing over there? Commander Yu asked. The father was wronged and said, "They.." I want to sleep with my mother. With a straight face, Commander Yu asked, "What do you say?" The father raised his arm to wipe his eyes and said, "I shot him!" " "Did you shoot?" "The gun didn't go off." Father handed the golden smelly fire to Commander Yu. Commander Yu took the bullet,Diameter tape measure, looked at it, and threw it out easily. The bullet slid in a beautiful arc and fell into the river. Commander Yu said, "Good job!"! Shoot the Japanese first, and after that, if anyone dares to say that he wants to sleep with your mother again, you will shoot him in the stomach. Don't hit him on the head,Wheel tape measure, don't hit him on the chest, remember, hit him in the stomach. Father fell beside Commander Yu. On his right are the Fangs. The big lifting pole was set up on the river bank, and the muzzle of the gun was facing the stone bridge. The muzzle of the gun was jammed with a ball of broken cotton wool. A fuse sticks out from the rear of the lifting rod. Beside Fang Qi was a handful of tinder made of sorghum stalks, one of which was burning. There was a medicine gourd and an iron box containing iron beans beside Fang Liu. On Commander Yu's left is Wang Wenyi. He was shaking in his hands as he clutched his flute and shotgun. His injured ear had congealed with the white cloth. The sun was as high as a pole, and the snow-white core was covered with a circle of light red. The river was sparkling, and a flock of wild ducks flew over the sorghum. Circling three times, most of them slanted into the grass of the river beach, and a small part of them fell into the river and drifted with the river. The wild duck in the river kept its body steady and turned its flexible head and neck around. Father is warm. The dew-wet clothes were completely dry. After lying down for a while, the father felt a stone in his chest, Surveyors tape measure ,Horse weight lbs, so he got up and sat up with his head and chest higher than the embankment. Commander Yu said, "Get down." The father lay down again reluctantly. Fang Laoliu snored from his nose. Commander Yu picked up a lump and threw it into Fang Liu's face. Fang Liu sat up in a daze, yawned, and squeezed out two tiny tears. Are the Japs coming? Fang Liu said loudly. *** your mother! Commander Yu said, "Don't sleep." Henan and Hebei are silent, and the wide roads lie dead in the sorghum bushes. The big stone bridge over the river is so beautiful. The boundless sorghum is facing the higher and brighter sun, and its face is bright red and very shy. Wild ducks were searching for something with their flat beaks at the edge of the shallow water, making a sound of croaking. Father's eyes rested on the wild duck and aimed at the duck's flat back. He almost pulled the trigger. Commander Yu pressed his hand and said, "What do you want, little turtle lamb?" Father felt restless, and the road was still lying dead. Sorghum is more bright red. "Pockmarked Leng, if he dares to play tricks on me!" Commander Yu said fiercely. Henan was silent, and the cold detachment did not even see a shadow. Father knew that the information that the Japanese car passed by here was obtained by Captain Leng, who was afraid that his family would not be able to fight, so he came to unite with Commander Yu's team. Father was nervous for a while and gradually slackened off. Again and again, his eyes were drawn to the mallard. He remembered that he had followed Uncle Luohan to hunt ducks. Uncle Luohan had a shotgun with a black and red holder and a cowhide belt. The shotgun is being held by Wang Wenyi. The father's eyes were covered with water, but it was less than the amount that flowed out of his eyes. Just like that day last year. In the warm sunshine, my father felt a sharp cold spreading all over his body. Luohan uncle and two mules were captured by the Japanese and puppet troops, and Grandma washed the blood all over her face in the wine urn. Grandma's face was full of wine, her skin was red, her eyelids were swollen, and her chest was wet with wine and blood. Grandma stood by the urn, gazing at the wine in the urn. Grandma's face was reflected in the wine. My father remembered that my grandmother fell to her knees and kowtowed three times to the wine urn. Then she stood up and drank a handful of wine in her hands. Grandma's ruddy face was concentrated on her cheeks, but her forehead and chin were pale and colorless. Get on your knees! Grandma ordered her father, "kowtow." Father knelt down and kowtowed. Take a sip of wine! Father took the wine and drank it. Streaks of blood, like threads, sank vertically to the bottom of the urn. There was a small white cloud floating in the urn, with the solemn faces of Grandma and Father. There was a burning light in Grandma's two long and thin eyes, and my father dared not look. Father's heart was beating, and he stretched out his hand and scooped up a handful of wine from the urn. The wine fell through his fingers, breaking the big face and small face of the blue sky and white clouds. Father took another sip of wine, and the smell of blood stuck to his tongue. Bloodstreaks sank to the bottom of the urn and gathered into a fist-sized turbid group in the middle of the raised urn bottom. Father and grandmother looked at it for a long time. Grandma pulled up the lid of the urn, rolled a millstone from the corner, lifted it up and pressed it on the lid. Don't touch it. Grandma said. My father looked at the wet earth in the groove of the millstone and the creeping grey-green wet insects,fish measuring tape, and nodded in horror. That night, my father lay in his little bed and listened to my grandmother walking up and down in the yard. Grandma's footsteps and the sorghum in the fields weave my father's confused dreams. In my dream, my father heard the two beautiful black mules of my family calling. tapemeasure.net