On the beautiful Colombas Farm, there was a family. The dilapidated straw house seemed to collapse at any time. In front of the decaying fence, there was a rice field. Countless straws were floating feebly in the wind. The golden sun was like paint, and the color of the straw was perfectly mixed together to form a golden blanket in autumn, adding a little warmth in the cold wind.
An old man with white hair and frowns was sitting in the middle of the paddy field. He was drowned by straw, and only vaguely felt that there was something bigger there. I walked over curiously - about 70 years old. There was only a patched coarse cloth dress on my skinny body. The clothes were covered with yellow mud, and I could hardly see a clean place. There was also an old card on my chest. The card that should have been as white as snow began to turn yellow, and the writing on it was extremely blurred. But as a person with eyesight of 5.1, I could barely see that it looked like Milbo Zhaoke. There is also a line of small characters under the name - Wuerxin Prison (No. 16). The old man wore a pair of straw sandals on his feet. His feet were red with cold, but he did not move. I don't know whether he was frozen or used to it.
Oh, he is a prisoner. I am not afraid that he has been to prison, because I know that he has lost his former power.
I wanted to know more, so I took the initiative to communicate with him, "What are you doing here?"
His drooping eyelids moved. "Who are you? Get out!"
"You don't have to be afraid. After all, people who have been in prison are afraid of nothing!" I smiled.
The old man stared at me for a long time, but what's the evil spirit in his faded eyes?
I still smiled, "Tell me about it."
He stopped staring at me, hung his head, looked at the speckled sunlight on the ground, and sighed, "Tell me, what do you want to know?" He mourned weakly.
"What do you think?"
The old man was stunned. I handed him a cigarette. He reached out his trembling hand and took it. Then, he took out a cigarette lighter from his pocket, which was almost burned out of oil, and pressed it for a long time before a little spark came out. The old man suddenly took a puff and puffed out a milky smoke ring
"When I was in a small town called Gepulin, I was 27 years old at that time. At the most arrogant age, I made friends with a young gangster. I still remember his name clearly - Gepulinke Pulin. He pushed me into the abyss and turned me into a 'waster'." One day after that, a beautiful woman came to the town and attracted the eyes of countless men. Of course, we were also fascinated. We always follow women and forget everything. We forget that we want to go shopping, go to the toilet, go to the bar to pick up girls. When we get to her door, we stare at the woman and walk into the door. Then we close the door with a bang, and we can't forget to do our own things. Pu Yiming and I both love this woman, and her smile can make us fascinated. One day, Pu Yiming and I saw each other's love for women, and we were deeply fascinated by women and conquered by her charm. It is said that the woman's name is Socrates Fengming. What a beautiful name! " The old man's eyes lit up and he smiled. "For this reason, we had a fight because of this woman. My good buddies were fighting each other. Later, I secretly followed Pu Yiming and found that he had bought a delicate and noble rose in the flower shop. I immediately became alert because I knew that he wanted to express his feelings to women. I followed him nervously until he came to the woman's house. I was angry - the woman must be mine! The strong desire for possession made me rush over and hit Pu Yiming in the chest. Before he was ready, he couldn't stand the fight. He covered his chest, bowed his head and coughed for a long time. I grabbed his collar and shouted, 'What are you doing?' He sneered, 'She belongs to me, you can't even smell the fragrance!' His eyes were full of mockery and contempt. I was even more irritated and punched again. It was not a matter of standing up to the punch - Pu Yiming fell to the ground, stopped moving and stopped breathing. This scene came out of the blue. I stepped back, collapsed on the ground, wiped the sweat on my forehead with my hands, and kept saying, 'Yes Sorry! ' I was so frightened that my legs became weak and I tried to get away, but I couldn't get up. I just wait for the punishment of the law in despair. "
I squatted down and looked at the old man directly. "Are you sorry now?"
The old man was stunned, and then took a smoke. He kept silent and did not answer.
In this way, the old man and I sat in the "sea of rice", enjoying the leisure time
