Chapter 40 Chapter 8 - Attic (8)

Fu Shaoquan disappeared for a few days and returned to Yau Ma Tei Town that evening.After he came back, there was a thought in his mind, which made him lie on the bed and couldn't sleep, staring at the roof with his eyes wide open.That night, with his slingshot in his waist, he picked out a few large, angular ones from a pile of iron marbles and put them in his trouser pocket, and left Yau Ma Tei Town.He looked very calm, like a strong man who was ready to go and never return.He walked across several ridges in the crop fields, and lay in ambush in the woods by the side of the road where Huo Changren often walked.He chose - a big tree.This big tree can not only hide his body, but also give him something to rely on for his left arm, so that the slingshot can still be held firmly in his hand after the rubber band is fully pulled. "I'm going to shoot an iron block into his head!" He didn't panic at all, leaning against the big tree, he urinated comfortably and leisurely.There is moonlight.After stuffing the stuff back into his trousers, he raised the slingshot again and again in the moonlight.The bow frame gleamed in the moonlight.He pulled the newly replaced four-strand rubber band, and under the moonlight, there was a long, acute-angled triangle.He held this triangle for a long time until he believed he could hold the slingshot perfectly.

- More than an hour later, a figure appeared on the other side of the road - Huo Changren came home from playing cards in the town. The road stretched straight under the night sky, and Huo Changren's figure became clearer and taller.He always walked this steady pace, almost all the time - the same rhythm.The footsteps are heavy and powerful, and walking on this silent night road is even more heavy and powerful. "I'm not afraid of him!" Fu Shaoquan's legs suddenly felt weak and trembled slightly. Huo Changren got closer and closer.Behind him is a wilderness, and the deep and vast sky is like a big curtain, hanging down behind him, setting off a black and chilling image.

Fu Shaoquan kept his slingshot in the air, and at this moment, his arms trembled involuntarily.He quickly leaned his arms against the tree.Immediately, the strong man felt sad for his incompetence, and wanted to bite off his tongue. Huo Changren pressed him step by step until he was in front of Fu Shaoquan's eyes.Fu Shaoquan's hands trembled like two ugly monsters, as if the hands belonged to someone else and Fu Shaoquan stole them.He wanted to regain his heroism, so he bit his lip and injected air into his body.But at this moment, for some reason, a big knife, a human head, and Huo Changren's face all appeared in front of him.Finally, he shot the iron, but it was extremely deflected and powerless, like a three-year-old child wanting to show his father his strength, he grabbed a lump of dirt and smashed it far away, only to hit— A childish and ridiculous distance—the iron was thrown into the pond by the roadside, making a tinkling sound.

Huo Changren stopped. Fu Shaoquan's heart trembled at this moment. Huo Changren unbuttoned his pants to pee. For a long time, the back of Huo Changren's head was facing Fu Shaoquan.But Peng Shaoquan could no longer afford the slingshot.Huo Changren's urine was no longer in strands, it was beering, like water overflowing from a paddy field, ringing in Fu Shaoquan's ears.The urine flowed very slowly, as if mocking Fu Shaoquan.Fu Shaoquan didn't know whether his legs were weak or his feet slipped, so he fell, and then Huo Changren's voice rang out loudly in the darkness: "Who's there?!"

Fu Shaoquan lay on the ground without saying a word. "Who's there?! Ah?!" Huo Changren's "Ah?!" was extremely powerful.That day, the people in Yau Ma Tei Town retaliated with punches and kicks to the people in Dagu Village, which was the effect of that "Ah?!" Fu Shaoquan got up and fled to the depths of the forest. He was so frightened that he threw the slingshot under the big tree. Huo Changren did not catch up. After escaping from the woods, Fu Shaoquan wanted someone to shoot a bullet into his head with a slingshot.He pinched the flesh on his thigh fiercely, and slapped himself so hard that his eyes were full of stars.When he got home, he kicked over a kettle and threw himself on the bed.

The moonlight shines through the west window and shines on the wall, and a small portrait of the old coppersmith (actually only in his fifties when he died) appears dimly in front of Fu Shaoquan.Fu Shaoquan cried silently until he fell asleep. The next day, Fu Shaoquan found the negative of the old coppersmith's photo, went to the photo studio to put a photo as big as the portrait of Mao Zedong hanging in the office at that time, and spent another whole day carefully making a photo with a copper border. in a metal frame, and hung a photograph of the old coppersmith high above the stairs leading to the attic.

The old coppersmith, with a long and narrow face, thin eyes, thin lips, and a gold tooth, smiled kindly and incompetently...