“I will die!”I cried, powerless to keep up with the old drunk.

Because I found one thing, he was not happy to go, but if I fell, he would not slow down and wait for me.

Walk thousands of mountains to the Kunlun Mountains in western Xinjiang, think about the scalp blaze.

The old drunken man went to a horsetail pine with a needle, picked up the fruit of a ponytail on the ground and threw it at me, saying, "Hungry can't stand it, use this top."

I almost did not faint, is the pine cones are good, but the most ordinary, the smallest fruit of the horsetail pine cones.

Hongcun has a lot of such horsetail pine, and I and a group of Hongcun's hairy mouths when I was a child, and there is nothing to eat.So I ate almost everything you could taste.Even the bird worms were roasted.

I have never tried the fruit of the horsetail.

This thing listens to the older generation, saying that in the turbulent years of decades ago, when hungry people are really about to eat the soil, some people try, and can not eat more.Because the fruit of the ponytail is poisonous.

As we all know, nuts have a certain toxicity, the pine cones sold on the market are specially cultivated varieties for consumption, not the same, wild pine nuts must not be easily tried.

They don’t even eat squirrels.

What makes me mad the most is.This pine cone has been fruiting for months, covered with soil, and rotten.

However, I am now hungry to see my own meat want to nibble, mosquito meat is even small meat.As for toxicity, it is no longer considered.

I immediately took out the knife and cut it, and finally found a fruit flesh so big as a melon kernel, and it was already black, smelling a little spoiled.

I put my nose in my mouth.The smell of turpentine is like drinking a small sip of diesel.And after chewing two bites, you can't feel its existence, it's too small.

“I’m going to starve to death on the road!”I look up to the sky and feel pessimistic.

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Then, even when the day of my suffering came, I found some other things on the road that I could eat, such as grass-roots elm bark.But the old drunkard did not let me eat, only let me eat pine cones, saying that it was a holy thing in the valley, and the toxicity contained in it would also help me to cut the valley.

The most excessive thing is that he even limited the water, most of the day only give me a small sip, and he himself is grunting.

Helpless, I can only try to collect pine cones, every pine tree passing by is not put, running up and down, the distance is invisibly more than the old drunk.The energy added by the pine cones is not even enough to maintain the excessive consumption.

By the seventh day, I felt really dying, tired and hungry and thirsty, and if I had not recovered, my stomach would have digested itself long ago.

But the problem is.You cannot die by yourself.

The days were like this, spent in the year-to-year suffering, and gradually I suddenly found that it seemed that the belly protest had no effect for a long time and was tired.Slowly it calmed down.

But the hunger did not abate by half.

A month later, I felt like I was walking and breathing, walking dead, in addition to picking up pine cones.

Holding a short knife as a mirror, the whole beggar does not know where to drill out.The bone is as scrawny as wood, the meat is all gone, and the skin is left.

After half a month, at night we passed a village, far away, the village red lights hanging high, fireworks flying, suddenly New Year's Eve.

I remember my parents for another year.

Since the beginning of Hongcun, I have been like a machine.The world searches and runs, never tired.

It is now the fifth year in a blink of an eye.

Two more years, when I left Hongcun, my parents have been visible, five years have not seen, I do not know how they are.

I stood on the hill, my eyes moist for a while.

No one can tell me what will end, and no one can tell me.In the end, you can unlock your own secrets and return to peace.

The old drunk stopped, grunted a mouthful of water, turned his head at me, and said, “Don’t go today.”Go to the village and rest.”

I said yes, although this is a strange village, but mixed with the smell of smoke, but it is almost the same.

The old drunk took me in, and every family in the village was preparing a New Year's Eve dinner.The smell of food spread throughout the village.

This is a five-year-old meal with a farm firewood flavor.

“Wang Wang Wang...”

The strange smell made all the dogs in the village bark, but they did not dare to come near us.The dog barking woke some villagers, as well as children who were setting off fireworks.

“Let the flower into the village, let the flower into the village...”

The first time a few children saw us, rushed to tell each other, and ran and shouted.Many adults saw us, especially me, and immediately pulled their children into the house and closed the door.

Some of the worst ones drove us away.Beware very strongly.There were a few people behind us, watching us vigilantly.

The old drunk did not stop, and went straight through the village to the mouth of the village to stop, where there was a large tree, and there was a grave under the tree.

Follow there, watch out for our talent slowly dispersed, and even the dog barking slowly calmed down.

The old drunk sat down on the grave and lay down.This is a very disrespectful act, the grave is like a human head, sitting on it is disrespectful.

My heart is not as big as his.I just have to rest on the tombstone.

After walking around the village, I found that the change, I actually did not have the impulse to rush into the farmer's house to eat and drink.But the hunger has not been a little alleviated, it is still hungry eyes green, hungry front of the back.

Just as conditioned reflexes are weakened or even cut off.

The condition of hunger is to eat.What to eat, there is no way to find a way, spend money to buy, do it yourself, and take advantage of it.

Either way, you have to eat something.

But my reflexes have been significantly cut off.He was hungry, but he didn’t eat.

To put it more bluntly, he was very hungry, but did not have the desire to eat, at least the desire is not strong.

I don’t know what that means.Is the valley has an effect, or simply hungry to the limit numbness.

On the tombstone, I was confused and fell asleep in a few days.

By the time I opened my eyes again, the rooster in the village had already uttered its first chirping.

Then a faint smell of food floated into my nose.

My eyes slowly focused and found that there was actually a bowl of yellow orange potato flour rice fruit on the ground not far away.

The south does not produce noodles, so the noodles are replaced by rice flour and potato flour, and then fry first after the good surface, wait until the two sides of the golden, then steam the water, and finally come out in front of this yellow orange rice fruit.

Miguo I often eat in Hongcun, my mother will do it, and the craft is particularly good.

I instinctively swallowed a spittle and turned to look, and the old drunk lay on the grave.Growing up, his mouth groaned still blaring.

I struggled a little, got up and walked over, and picked up the bowl of rice.It has been cold, in order to set the New Year's celebration, the rice fruit also dipped in the silky red dots with chopsticks.

It must have been sent by the good-natured villagers of the village last night.He sleeps too hard to hear the movement.

I reached out and picked up a rice fruit, charred yellow, very good color, but frozen for a night has been hard.

I began to fight in my heart.The body told me that I would not be hungry to finish this bowl of rice fruit, but the spirit told me not to eat it, otherwise I would fall short.

The silent stomach for more than a month issued a cry of desire, "grooming" non-stop.

Simultaneously.The conditioned reflex of “hungry must eat” seems to be coming back.The mouths surging, the desire to relieve hunger, the mountain and the sea generally crushed, so that my fragile spirit, like a candle in the storm, will collapse and extinguish at any time.

I breathed unconsciously and began to rush, which was an instinctive war of divine intelligence.

Don't joke.When a man is hungry mad, hunger is as strong as the devil, dominates, and can't help himself; it is the lowest level of biological instinct.

“Shoot it, throw it away!”I cried desperately in my heart, but my hands did not listen to the command at all, and I did not leave the porcelain bowl to hold it to death.

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