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She used to stand on the balcony on the thirteenth floor and ask the brightest star in the night sky what it would be like if she were with the man named What Star.
Since this trip, she couldn't stand the power for a moment.
He poked his left lower tooth with a chopstick at the table where ten people were eating, the corners of his mouth were provoked, and the flesh of half his face was piled up. The sweat from his hair flowed down his temples into the lump of flesh. She sat across from him, looked at him angrily, squeezed her eyes at him, and motioned for him to pay attention to the image. But he still opened his mouth into a bottomless hole, and chopsticks picked and picked at the cave wall.
There were several tourist eyes sweeping past him. Among them was her girlfriend.
The minced meat sandwiched between his teeth finally couldn't hold back Quanzi's persistent poke and came out. He leaned over, transported it to the tip of his tongue, and popped it out. The tongue searched back and forth for a while, and bounced again uneasily, before leaning back in his chair and staring into the distance.
"Do you have a mine in your teeth?" Stir it up and throw people outside. "She couldn't take it anymore.
"My lower teeth are filled with flesh, and I'm dying of pain, and you're still thinking about this."
"You can't pay attention to the image."
"Why don't I pay attention to the image anymore?" You think I'm ashamed, next time I'll go on my own. ”
She couldn't stand it anymore. After getting out of the car, the two people went one after the other, and they didn't bother to talk. When she got home, she sorted out her suitcase, brought two skirts, and immediately took a bus to the country. He asked her where she was so tired, and she said go and see her aunt, can you handle it?
She sat at the back of the bus, where the light was dim and no one noticed her face. Looking out through the car windows, the illuminated windows, like burning starlight, flashed in the darkness.
She leaned back in her chair, her eyes closed silently, her body dangling with the bus.
She was only ten years old, maybe eleven or twelve, living in the easternmost part of the village, and going to the westernmost village every day to study. There is a huge old locust tree in the west of the village, and a wooden door under the locust tree often walks out of a man wearing a white T-shirt and green army pants. The man had a tuft of mustache on his chin, a blue patch of ground on his lips, and black hair flicked off. He seems to be called Some Star, who has been restored from the army.
Every day at school, she would twist her neck and look in through the middle of two wooden doors. Sometimes he sat in the yard reading the newspaper, sometimes carrying a bucket of water to water the vegetables. If she had gone to school and read early, she would have been lucky enough to see him come out, carrying a white porcelain jar, crouching under the roots of an old locust tree to brush his teeth.
People in the village never brush their teeth, and the sallow things on their front teeth can't be scraped off with a knife, and it doesn't matter if they brush or not. One day she wanted to see how he brushed his teeth, so she quietly stood behind him. He squeezed a piece of pink toothpaste out of the thin white cylinder and smeared it on a white toothbrush. Then he rinsed a mouthful of water and put the toothbrush in his mouth, and the fragrant smell spread around, and the white foam rolled up a thousand piles of snow in his mouth like a wave.
He lowered his head and brushed back and forth a few times, and the snow-white foam dripped from his mouth to the roots of the tree, like a lump of steamed protein, which was quickly absorbed by the roots.
He took another sip of water and grunted in his mouth like a fish bubbling. She laughed graciously. He suddenly noticed someone behind him, hurriedly spit out the foam in his mouth, wiped his mouth, and smiled at her.
His teeth were so white and shining, whiter than the enamel jar in his hand. And the back of his hand holding the teapot is as delicate as the dough of his mother and the blue blood vessels floating on it.
From then on, she walked to the locust tree to slow down, hoping to see the tall man in the green army pants come out of the door, preferably crouching under the roots of the tree to brush his teeth.
Later, when her mother went to collect corn, she begged her mother to buy her a toothbrush. The mother said with a heavy face, what brush, don't follow the whole rare scene, the girl can marry out.
She scooped some tender broom seedlings from the field, dried them until they were half dry and shook off the leaves on them, folded their tips into a small handful, took a large porcelain bowl, rinsed her mouth, and put the broom seedlings into her mouth to brush them. She followed his example, craned her neck up and grunted, and instead of snow-white foam in her mouth, she rushed out a mouthful of blood.
Later, her mother gave her living expenses, and she went to the market to buy a toothbrush. That week she only chewed half a knot of pickles every day and drank a large bowl of pot bottom water.
She often wondered, what kind of beautiful girl can be worthy of him? After the midterm exam, she passed by the big locust tree and saw a lot of people crowded there. It turned out he was married. She squeezed into the crowd, tiptoeing up, with a roll in her hand, just wanting to see the bride. The moment she saw the bride she smiled with satisfaction. The bride was like a celestial fairy, her face was so round and white, she was the most beautiful in the village. But her heart was hit by something, dull and painful.
When she got out of the car, she found that it was raining, and the rain hit her face cold and numb, like a gentle electric shock. Crossing the corn-filled path, she came to the village of that time. Many two-storey buildings have been built in the village, and the road to the west of the village is paved with cement and solar street lights are lit.
The aunt saw her coming in in the dark and looked surprised. "How did you get back?"
"I want to come back."
The aunt looked behind her, why didn't she have a son and a child?
She said she just wanted to come back on her own. If you don't come back to the village, you won't know her.
She asked her aunt about this year's harvest and how the people in the village had changed. The aunt said that this year there was a lot of rain, there were many bugs, and the harvest was not very good. The people in the village have changed a lot, some people are old, some people are dead, and some are just born.
What's that star called, and how is it now?
The aunt said that there were more stars behind the names of the people in the village, and she didn't know who she was talking about.
She said the west end of the village, behind an old locust tree. The aunt thought about it for half a day, and finally remembered whether it was called Yuxing.
Yes yes yes, how is he doing now? She asked anxiously.
He now lives outside the South Gate and has built two floors. What do he ask him? Our family is not related to him.
At this time, Kwon Zi called and asked her if she had arrived?
She said, leave me alone. You are free.
From the day of their marriage, every morning, she filled Kwon's cup with moderately warm water, squeezed toothpaste, and told him not to do anything but do just this one thing. At night she did the same thing again. Sometimes I go out dancing and take a walk by the river with my girlfriends. Or maybe she had to iron her clothes. Quan Zi will be lazy, as if brushing his teeth is a hard labor that can be avoided and avoided.
She has said that there is no quality of life without teeth. Teeth are the first hurdle of life.
But he didn't listen. Every brush is perfunctory and very fast. Now he has a pepper-sized hole in his teeth, and the most ridiculous thing is that he has also invented a tool that bends the pin out of a hook, specifically hooks the contents of the hook, and puts it in the ashtray. That special tool had been hidden in his underwear pocket. I just forgot when I traveled.
"I'll go to Guangming Road tomorrow to fill my teeth."
"From today on, no one will care about you when all your teeth are gone."
Dawn in the village came early. She took out her makeup mirror, put on a light makeup, and applied her favorite lipstick. The hair in the mirror is not messy, and every pore on the face emits a fresh fragrance. Dressed in a long skirt that mopped the floor, as if she were floating from the sky, she took a broken step and bathed in the morning sun, and walked toward the south of the village. The aunt said that the third family in the northwest corner of the intersection was the door lintel that read "Kangtai family".
Coming to the intersection outside the south gate, she faced the northwest, counted from left to right to the third house, and saw the large characters on the lintel. That's right! The door was open, and a big ferocious dog, lying in the doorway, looked at her with a tiger's eye. She was careful. The big dog suddenly stood up and barked at her, his head pounding. If it weren't for an iron chain, it would have rushed out at any moment and taken a bite in her calf.
She took a few steps back and stood on the south side of the cross and watched from a distance. The door kept open, the dog kept standing, but no one came out.
She wanted to find a place to sit for a while. I saw a family behind them locking the door, and on the stone pier next to the door sat a man with an open shirt. His eyes were dull, and there were two black spots on his bare head. One soybean is the size of a thumb cap. He stared at her calf, looking without blinking. Suddenly the man stood up, spread his legs, and untied the red trouser belt from his pants.
"What are you going to do?" She cried nervously.
His hand that was undoing his pants shook, he couldn't grasp the belt of his pants for half a day, and he shook his head frequently in anxiety. A few drops of liquid dripped from the man's crotch, and the rest flowed down the two trouser tubes.
"Ah, I pee again." He cried, opening his cave-like mouth, a few yellowed teeth crooked inside.
The woman in the white flower short sleeves stepped out of the third door, and the white skin was full of pleats, like white silk squeezed at the bottom of the box. The woman slapped her thigh and yelled at the man, "Yu Xing, I've said it a few times, why are you peeing your pants again?" ”
He still kept his head down, crossed his legs, clutched his trouser belt firmly with both hands, and stared at the wet pant legs. Suddenly coughing heavily twice, a flurry of water in her throat, the man took a mouthful of yellow phlegm, spit on the hem of her skirt, and the phlegm hung in her mouth. He took a few bites and never spit clean.
Rotten slippers fell on the road, and he was dragged like an old dog by a woman, reluctantly. The door closed, "Bang! "Let out a loud bang.