The setting sun
The setting sun flows everywhere like orange juice, and the Shiting River is sparkling. The river water seems to be mixed with this delicious ingredient. I really want to drink it with my hands. . We had just had a nice shower and everyone was dripping wet. The backpacks and scythes on the beach reminded us that we had been out all afternoon and still hadn't cut a single pigweed. We would have to eat our father's fried pork with green bamboo shoots when we got back. However, today we have a solution. Everyone used the thick trees as cover and sneaked towards the farm. Smoke was rising from the farm headquarters a few miles away, and most people had gone to eat.
This is a good opportunity! The farm is full of vegetable fields, and people are weeding every day. They pile weeds and vegetable leaves on the ground and have no time to remove them. There are only two or three thatched huts here, and the people who keep the food are left uncovered. We ran towards the piles of vegetable leaves, put down our backpacks, and stuffed them haphazardly. My heart is racing. This is stealing! The farm also feeds dozens of pigs, and they have to use weeds and leaves to grow them. That was more than 20 years ago. Farmers were looking for pig feed on the field ridges, and every field ridge was as bare as a rat's tail. A scream suddenly broke out. I say neighing rather than howling because the sound came from a mute. The mute was the most honest and arrogant person on the farm, but he was still on duty while others went to eat, waiting for the others to return, so that he could eat the leftovers. The mute rushed over carrying a pole, and we ran away with a whoop. I was the youngest and the weakest, and I was running in the sand. After a while, my legs felt like they were filled with lead.
Looking back, we are really enemies! The mute didn't chase others, but he only ran towards me. Soon I was captured by him. I burst into tears, crying and cursing at the same time. I hate dumb people! The mute was so fierce that he almost carried me back to the hut. He took me to a hemp field next to the hut, where many thumb-thick hemp poles were planted. He broke off one, picked off the leaves three times or two, and then spanked me twice on the buttocks. I burst into tears again. Suddenly, he smiled. Only then did I realize that the two blows just now didn't actually hurt, it was like they just touched the flesh. The mute began to "lectur" me. Come on, come on, come on... he said. He gestured with his hands, stared at me, pointed at the hemp field, and then pointed at my butt. I guess what he meant was that the purpose of planting this hemp field was to deal with thieves. I stopped crying and just listened to his "teaching" blankly, half understanding. After a while, the mute finished speaking and then touched my head. I felt that his hands were very calloused, but very gentle.
He picked up my backpack and filled it with some vegetable leaves from the nearby vegetable field. When he came back, he was smiling. He put the backpack on my back and patted me on the shoulder. I'm a little surprised, doesn't he punish me anymore? The mute pushed me and told me to go quickly. I looked up at him and saw that he suddenly glared with a fierce look, and then grinned with a gentle smile on his face. His hands were still moving. I turned back step by step and walked away, the basket on my back was heavy. I could hear his voice from far away, right, right, right... It was talking to me alone. Over the years, I have been unable to forget that sound and that touch of sunset. The mute's hatred and love for the child were all hidden deep in the brilliant rays of the sunset.
I miss Mute so much!