Jujube

"Could it be that the children born in a passionate affair are not as good as those fools created during half-asleep and half-awake by hugging a joyless wife?"

The drunk Meng Guanghui burped and recited like singing an opera.

He put his hands on his buttocks, walked out of the house with his back straight and his hips pouted, and walked eastward along the narrow path in the village, stopped for a while under the jujube tree at the entrance of the village, and then turned back to the west.

I followed this man when I was a toddler, yelling "Daddy Daddy" as I stumbled after him.

Meng Guanghui, whom I called my father, never turned his head because of my yelling. He just swaggered forward like a leader, and he didn't care whether the little follower behind squatted and fell to the ground.

When Meng Guanghui was walking towards the west, the crimson sunset was blocked by his broad back, and the seedlings in the rice fields swayed in the evening wind, and I also swayed and ran between the field ridges, chasing Meng Guanghui's back in sight Recite the same as he sings.

Meng Guanghui and I are orphans and widowed fathers, and our years of being together came to an abrupt end when I was five years old—Meng Guanghui suddenly found me a stepmother without saying hello, and even bought one and got one free for me. a brother.

Meng Guanghui climbed onto my brother's fucking bed in the dead of night.

Meng Guanghui is a widower, and my brother is a fucking widow. In a sense, they are also a match made in heaven.

But my brother's mother never agreed with this point. She insisted that she was raped by Meng Guanghui.

This sentence was later corroborated by side evidence, because Meng Guanghui's dog couldn't get rid of eating shit, so he committed rape again.

The rape of Sun Yuemei by my father Meng Guanghui—oh, that is, my brother’s mother—was traced back to the night when my brother and I first met.

It was a midsummer night, and my sight and footsteps followed Meng Guanghui, walking on the steaming ridge.Sweat flowed from my forehead and slid down my chin into my collar. I was soaked, except for my throat, which was like a dry field, tight and about to split.

While following my dad's butt like a tail, I licked the sweat that slid to the corner of my mouth, and the tip of my tongue was numb with salt.At this time, I suddenly heard someone calling me.

"Meng Li!" Meng Guanghui stopped, turned his head and hooked me.

I looked up and saw him conjure a piece of juicy watermelon out of nowhere.

I froze for a moment, and quickly ran towards the red watermelon flesh. Meng Guanghui smiled and lifted the watermelon a little higher, so that I couldn't touch it even when I jumped up, and I could only stare greedily.

"Want to eat?" He tempted me with a smile.

I nodded without hesitation, and Meng Guanghui smiled with satisfaction. He knelt down in front of me, took me by the hand and took me to the foot of the wall outside a courtyard, and said to me with a smile: "You squat here to eat , When you see someone coming over, you will bark like a puppy... Do you know how a puppy barks?"

I nodded to imitate him: "Wow woof."

Meng Guanghui patted my head approvingly, and stuffed the watermelon into my hand: "Eat it."

His smile was so kind, I took a big bite of watermelon under his kind smile, and then he spoke again.

This time his voice came from the top of my head, I looked up and saw that he was leaning on the top of the low wall, and half of his body had turned into the other side of the wall.

Meng Guanghui on the wall finally confessed to me: "Go home by yourself after eating, you know?"

I nodded in a daze, and I didn't know if he saw it, because after he finished speaking, he fell off the wall and disappeared in the darkness.

After Meng Guanghui disappeared, I squatted in the corner and slowly ate a whole slice of watermelon. When I was about to stand up, I found that my legs were already numb.Then a figure appeared in front of me.

The 11-year-old Lu Xinyao looked tall and thin to me. He stood against the light, and his shadow completely covered me.

"Child," he called me, and said the first words to me, "what are you doing squatting at my door?"

The watermelon rind is right at my feet, I should point to it and say "I'm eating watermelon".

But then I didn't.In my nervousness, I felt the red juice of the watermelon dripping down from the corner of my mouth, and at the same time, I heard: "Wow."

That's my voice.

The first time I met Lu Xinyao, I didn't know his name was Lu Xinyao, and I didn't know that he would become my brother and move into my house soon.

What's more, I didn't know that the first sentence I said to him was already doomed in the dark. For many years in the future, I would be like a dog raised by him, only going around him alone.