When I was still in primary school, the countryside should be a real countryside, closed and backward. The village by the river has only electricity. My aunt's house is just below the river, and we are separated by three villages. Although it is mountainous in the middle, it is not difficult to walk.
The river is a great pioneer in moving mountains, and it takes about 20 minutes by bike along her winding figure. That summer, I dressed very well. In fact, I wore very little. I rode my bike and sang all the way down the river. At the foot of Gaohe village, I was really going to cross the river by car, but I found a man in the river, naked, covered in mud, black and blue, covered in filth and messy hair (many crazy people I have seen have this hairstyle, but I didn't expect it to be really fashionable today. Many young people in the street have this hairstyle, and I also saw one that day. I finally understand that fashion is actually an outdated follow-up. The so-called fashion, of course, is done by many people and others follow suit. Fashion, for example, is always popular in China when people in Paris and other places don't want to wear it. For example, this messy hairstyle, at least those crazy people began to be popular more than ten years ago)
I was shocked to know that this gentleman was crazy, and I didn't know what to do at the moment. Whether to cross the river or not is really a question! Go, lest he suddenly attack; However, seeing me at my aunt's house after crossing the river and climbing mountains, nine years can't be short. The man who knows the times is Jie Jun. I stopped in time, put one leg on the car and one foot on the ground, and looked at him.
I saw that he picked up a stone the size of an egg and kept patting a dirty red cloth piled on the ground. After playing enough, I picked up a piece of red cloth and put it on my body, sent me away, splashed in the river and ran down. I looked at his bare feet and his cloth shoes, and finally knew the meaning of the sentence "Barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes".
The incident of this young man is almost well known. He is from Gaohe Village. His father died young, and his mother was old enough to be stupid. He lives with his brother. His brother's two children, a man and a woman, go to school with me. He also went to school and was admitted to a famous university, but his family lived as a farmer from several generations ago to his brother and sister-in-law, and could not afford the tuition. His brother is honest and selfish, and his sister-in-law believes in Christ and is selfish, so she won't even send him to school. The young man didn't turn his head for a while, and he didn't eat, drink or say anything for a day and a night, so it became like this.
He can't be restrained at home, and he is not afraid of anyone except his brother who can hold him down by force. His shouts are noisy and much more real than those of the actors. At home, a cave was set aside for him alone. He runs around during the day and gets into his cave when he goes back at night.
There is nothing in that hole except a big heatable adobe sleeping platform and an old square table. There is nothing on his kang, moving up and down, making it as smooth as a mirror. He dug a small hole in the middle of the kang, and he went down from that hole to take a shit and pee.
It is said that a madman can't control himself easily, but he never hurts anyone. Instead, he is often bullied by dogs and chased him everywhere. I've seen him many times, and I've never seen him hurt anyone, but I'm inevitably afraid of him. Sometimes I stop to look at him from a distance, sigh and have nothing to say.
Once I came back from my aunt's house, I rode my bike on the path above him, and he caught fish in the river. I went up and he went up the river. In the village above Gaohe Village, a group of girls are bathing naked in the river and having a water fight. They are classmates with me.
I think it is ridiculous that they will suffer as soon as this madman comes up.
Sure enough, they shouted everywhere, some grabbed clothes, some didn't grab clothes, splashing and running naked by the river. I think this madman came really fast. I turned around and found that he didn't come up at all. He shouted in the other direction, driving a group of pheasants. I thought, "What are they running for?" But I saw a middle-aged woman chasing girls by the river with a wicker in her hand, cursing, "I'm shameless at your age ... I'll kill you when you come back ..." It turned out that a girl's mother couldn't stand their "original ecology" game and came down to chase them. I laughed it off.
I didn't know much about the world at that time. I met that madman mainly because I was curious. Although I have ideas, there are not many. Until many years later, I occasionally think of him, only regret and sigh. Fan Jinzhong was fascinated by this, but after all, he was slapped with lard by his father-in-law. He has been like this all his life. He doesn't know that it is cold in winter and hot in summer, and he has been in chaos all his life.
In junior high school, I also met a madman, a woman in her thirties, with shoulder-length hair, but her face and hands were dirty.
It seems that all crazy people have the same hobby-they don't like to wear clothes.
She is wearing a dirty cotton sweater, and the original zebra pattern on it is beyond recognition. But I don't wear lower body. Fortunately, the sweater is quite long, which can cover the ass, a little more than the miniskirt that girls wear now.
There is a middle school in our hometown, on the top of the mountain plain, where there is a market. Every year on March or June 9th, people go there to go to the market, buy houses, hang out and chat, and play cards for leisure, which is quite lively. It seems that she is also here for fun, always running around in the small collection, cursing and cursing, and picking up the things on the stall to eat. Others can't help it.
It was still summer, and she suddenly rushed into the school, which was about to collapse. Our headmaster was originally a romantic and lecherous figure (this person is simply a legend, which will be written later), but this woman's aboveboard nakedness also scared him. He went up and called her out, but she wouldn't go out.
As soon as the headmaster pushed her, she shouted, "If you push me again, I'll take off my pants!" "In fact, she didn't wear pants at all, but she lifted the dirty sweater and showed it without cover, making the principal laugh and cry.
She sat on the iron threshold of the school, crossing her legs and facing the headmaster. But the headmaster overthrew him at once, rolled out and locked the door at once. She stood up outside, pointed at the headmaster's nose and scolded him, and caught Tusa. We cheered loudly and thought that she had done a good job. But the headmaster turned to scold us: "What are you looking at? I'll give you something bad ... "We have to leave birds and animals.
Rumors, and then I heard rumors that she came in to find her son, in the class next door to me. Of course, this is just a rumor and no one has confirmed it.
But this is not a rumor. Her son is indeed in our school. But she has not only one son, but also a younger son. Unfortunately, she fell from the top of the yard, and her blood was blurred (many caves in the northwest dug a huge rectangular pit on the flat ground, and then made caves on the three walls below, so it was generally necessary to walk at least ten meters from the yard to the top of the flat ground, which was nearly five or six stories high, so it was normal for people to fall and die), and she was mentally confused from then on.
As a result, she ran for a day, looking for her son in Jishi and even anywhere in the village, but she didn't get it back.
I heard that her husband is a very creative person. There is no word hanging on the top of his door, and there is no description, but the word "Tian" is made by hand with red bricks. According to him, it means "there is a sky above your head and you are not afraid of anything!" " But he's afraid of his crazy wife, I know.
There is also a crazy woman I met in the city in the twelfth month. She is an exception-wearing clothes. As usual, it's dirty, but I wear a lot, probably because I'm afraid of the cold. Walking around the crowded places around the shopping mall.
She has only one occupation-swearing.
It happened that I passed by her without paying attention to her. I didn't expect a big drink to ring in my ear, which scared me. I thought my enemy was looking for revenge As soon as I turned around, she scolded me: "It's a bad day for prostitutes to give you so much money. You're amazing. You are all animals. You ruined your home and couldn't get your baby back. "
It's hard to understand the dialect with a vague accent. Fortunately, her voice is so loud that everyone can hear it. I was completely alert, but when I saw that she didn't scold me, I walked away slowly. There were many onlookers at that time, but they all stood far away from her, sneering, cursing in a low voice, sighing and speculating. But she just kept cursing those lines. As long as it's a man, she points to it.
Where is she from? Why are you crazy? I'm afraid only insiders know. I take the liberty of guessing that the child was probably sold by pyramid schemes, and she didn't come back after giving money to someone, so that she was crazy; In other words, it belongs to a family dispute, because there are still a few words behind her that I don't understand, and it doesn't seem to refer to her husband; Or, for some reason, her husband ruined the family and took the children in.
In short, there are too many sorrows, joys and tragedies in the world. Many times, suffering is actually around your happiness. Those who are heartbroken, because many times, there is nothing we can do. I have seen too many beggars and lunatics, each with his own sufferings, which are unclear; I know, I don't know. Too many. We can only borrow Tolstoy's famous saying that happy families are generally similar, and each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. I hope everyone has similar happiness and less different misfortunes.
"Turn real life into a story: the first season of the real life collection plan"