King

I came to Prairie, in September. Brown yellow green and the grasslands, which is Earth’s true colors. Many herders wakes up in the morning, looking out of the window tears off the land–just like winter, this summer! …

I live in brazilwood (commune) Guest House. Watermelon, Eggplant and cabbage planted in the yard of green and eye-catching, just like summer. Electromechanical wells in the yard …

One morning, I was awakened by scolding. A woman scolding: you dirty shameless King, you rogue! Lying Windows, Cook women’s fingers to the heavens calling, his face flushed, with apron to wipe his mouth foamed. Her last name …

Surprisingly, this desolate place, done early commune on bullying here? Thieves stole the kitchen stuff, jump over the ran …

Breakfast is tea with milk and meat dumplings, and neatly chopped pickles. Woman cooks are busy with tea, port dumplings, I wanted to ask King did not dare to talk, maybe they couple had a fight …

After dinner, stroll into the garden. Built of red brick corner beds, cabbage shujuan stout. Beds of grass outside the child is dead, close your eyes and die. From spring through September, there’s no rain. Vegetable garden, green peppers, Bell looked good, catching a gay-bashing. Compare with grass, dish is a national cadres, people here want to be food plant …

Now, the beds of dry open watermelons, white flesh just opened, don’t throw away good. Throw also has red flesh. In the countryside, the asshole is so dry …

Commune of yard, caught the two pitches that a wealthy man. Red brick wall and a line of sky blue color steel tile-roofed houses. Prior to Sun, hundreds of swifts circling over the caigang Watts, fall, total station on the eaves, head to the yard, it’s as if obedient. Wall, plant a row of sunflowers, very timid look flower seeds have a lot less, showing half white …

This evening, I’m in the House ignited wormwood, preparing smoked mosquitoes. Window and abused woman: “there, see, I do to you? Smelly yanghan wife King, your knife goods! ”。.

King is female? Of course women can call King. I have a female classmate named Wednesday. Again window watching, no one in the yard. For a moment the brazilwood cadre to drought resistance in each village, not to come to work. I pan the view from the main entrance to the vegetable garden to the Office compound of the toilet, no one? Magpie standing on a high voltage line, the only line. King where? Maybe this chick cooks delusional, talking alone. I have lost my curiosity, and went out the door. Female chef to see me, the shy and deftly switched back to his room. She was 40-somethings, still shy a few years …

Burning clouds in the West of the vast buzhen, predicting tomorrow is a sunny day with no rain. Magpie drill down from the wire like a dive, with the wall running. Commune in the gates had closed. King looks sinister, not reveal, did not stop harassing activity.

The next day I got up early, running back along the road, see a female chef with a shovel head-end two dead magpies out …

I asked going on? …

Me to death …

How do you drug the Magpies yet, how unlucky? …

What luck? Guys have constituted a scourge of sunflower seeds, watermelons, persimmons are …

Oh, magpie did something very bad …

She put dead Magpie in the side of the road on a garbage heap and said, unfortunately, the dead King of the bad kind of myrrh. She took the shovel head on a high voltage cable of ceramic pots, a magpie standing there …

King is a magpie? …

Yes, I gave it a name. It is this bad magpie Kings, down command magpies came, on the wall, the harms of vegetables. Aqua, evil things, ought to be ashamed of …

King knew you don’t? …

Understanding. You don’t want to face it to what extent? Wash drying clothes holding me down, hold paws kicking and shit. I hold a grudge, get back at me, stare at me through the glass on the windowsill. They keguazi not eat the kernels, high, what thing? …

No two days, women cook over walls with pickled vegetables with pesticides was a stroll into the courtyard of the pastoral sheep ate sheep died. Female chef wages lost sheep, was dismissed to go home …

This yard was just me and the King. After it flew into the yard, and I looked at each other for a few days, or even walk to my side. I said to him, you killed your colleagues, killed sheep and female chefs got out of …

King, like meditation, tail up as stupid in General. Its black feather wings are not black, latent blue jewel of Ze …

I forgot to ask the female chef, why call it King? I cannot see how to see which point out that magpies like King …

King

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