Chapter eight hundred and seventy eight: robber brother and sister
"Hey, that was before. Our town was too backward and remote. There was no widespread electricity and no radio coverage. Now the world outside has changed a lot. For example, let me tell you that now
Young people in the Soviet Union no longer hunt, or the hunting places have changed and they no longer go to the forest."
“Where can we go hunting if we don’t go to the forest?”
"They went to a place called a dance hall to hunt. The women had bubble hair and big waves, which looked like 'Marilyn Monroe'. The men had slicked back hair, and some of them wore bell-bottoms and lapel shirts like the Beatles.
The overall style is similar to Elvis Presley, almost everyone knows how to play guitar and goes to the dance hall every day after getting up.”
"What kind of new hunting tool is the guitar? Is Elvis Presley a new species of animal unique to Moscow? A dance hall doesn't sound like a place for hunting."
"The guitar is an instrument that sings. Elvis is a person who is very coquettish, so he is called Elvis. As for the dance hall, it is a dance hall. Young people sing and dance in it. The most popular dance is face-to-face dancing. Men and
The women hugged each other and swayed to the music."
The female hunter from Moscow said she was excited, and chatted while drinking wine. Old Aryan, an older man, sat on the kang with his eyes wide open, trying to accept the new affairs from Moscow 3,000 kilometers away. From time to time, he used
A few comments about my old ideas will make Huntress, a "new era woman" laugh out loud.
"By the way, old man, I was running outside for a while and didn't see any of my family. Is your house the only one nearby?" After chatting for a while, the huntress suddenly remembered something and asked.
"No." The old hunter nodded, "My family is the only one nearby. Everyone else is in the town. If you want to see other people, you have to go into the town. When the snowstorm stops tomorrow, I will show you the way. Walk along the railroad tracks.
, It doesn’t matter if the railroad tracks are buried, just remember the avenue left in the middle of the coniferous forest, it’s easy to recognize and you can basically walk on the right track, and you can reach the town in about two hours.”
"Then what if the storm keeps coming?"
"Then we have to wait. The meat in the house is enough for the two of us to eat for three days," the old hunter said. "But in so many years, we have never encountered a snowstorm for three consecutive days. As soon as the snow outside becomes weak, we can leave."
Already."
"It feels quite dangerous. You are the only one living in the suburbs. If there is an emergency, you won't be able to find anyone to help."
"Where did the emergency come from? I haven't encountered many things in these years. It's not like this." Old hunters always have the confidence of old hunters. In other words, the elderly have this kind of confidence in the unfounded.
, this kind of confidence comes from an invisible and intangible thing called "experience", but they often ignore that "experience" needs to rely on "strength" to execute. Facts have proved that they always confuse the two.
After a long conversation, it wasn’t until I suffered a loss that I finally said the sentence: I can’t accept old age.
"Why don't we come here to hunt together when my old man moves to live near my house? It just so happens that I also want to learn hunting skills and there aren't many people in town who can teach me!" the female hunter suddenly said with great interest.
"Are you going to stay in the town for a while? Aren't you going back to Moscow?" Old Aryan asked doubtfully.
"I probably won't be going back for a while. My dad and I have both come back from Moscow and will live in the town for a long time. What you said before, old man, is actually correct. Changes outside are sometimes too fast.
When the people who left can't accept it anymore, they will naturally come back, and maybe your son will come back to you someday."
Old Arian paused for a long time with the vodka, and his eyes seemed to light up. I don't know if it was the light from the stove or something else. He suddenly took a few sips of vodka and said, "I'm not sure! I'm really not sure!"
"Yes, I'm not sure!" the female hunter said with a smile.
"By the way, girl, do you have a lover?"
"Well, why are you asking about this suddenly?"
"When my son came back a few years ago, he always said that he didn't have time to ask for a wife. I feel that you are not much different in age."
"No, really no, uncle, I am actually much older than you look."
"Let's not talk about this. Let's not talk about this. Let me show you this first, a photo of my son."
"Let me take a look"
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Dong-dong-dong, there was a knock on the door of the wooden house.
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Just when the female hunter was approaching old Aryan, there was a knock on the door of the cabin, loudly and quickly.
"Someone is here again." Old Arian stopped taking out the photo and looked toward the wooden door strangely.
"It seems I'm not the only unlucky one tonight." The huntress was stunned for a moment and said with a strange smile.
"I'll open the door. I'll show you the photo when I get back and see if it suits you!" Old Arian still hasn't given up on finding a spouse for his son whom he hasn't seen for a long time. The key is that he thinks this female hunter is really compatible.
It had been a long time since he had seen such a lovely girl. He thought if he had a daughter he would look like when he was raised!
"Old man, please slow down. What if your son comes back with a wife or even a son? Then I won't be embarrassed!" The huntress joked while chewing bread and looking at old Aryan who opened the door.
"I'm not sure! How can I be certain about what will happen in the future!" Old Arian waved his hands and walked to the wooden door and opened it. As soon as the door crack opened, a blizzard roared from outside and hung up, illuminated by the stove.
The warm room was dyed a deep blue by the air squeezed in.
"By the way, old man, your son"
The female hunter looked at old Arrian who opened the door, and was about to say something when a loud noise that could not be suppressed by a snowstorm exploded. The old man at the door seemed to have been hit in the chest by a hammer, and he was thrown backwards and knocked over the stove.
The teapot fell flat on the ground, and gray smoke spread out from outside the door, along with a pair of shoes and two black shotgun barrels.
Two men wearing bearskin coats walked in quickly from the door, one man and one woman. The man stood in front holding a double-barreled shotgun, while the woman hid her head behind and observed the life and death of the old man who was shot.
"It's overturned, it's overturned! Brother! The old guy is down!" The woman screamed in a high-pitched and excited voice, and the freckles on half of her face exposed on the brown collar were swollen with blood.
"What a waste, he still scolded us for stealing his prey? Now I'm going to kill him and move him out of his house! Larissa, go find the secret room where he hides. He said before in the town that his son goes to the house every year."
Send him rubles." The tall man muttered in a low voice, his words filled with low excitement after killing someone.
The man walked in and closed the wooden door with the blizzard roaring behind him. The woman in the bear hat behind him also cleverly got inside. She bent down and reached out to check whether the old guy on the ground who was shot was dead. After all, something like an earthen shotgun can kill people.
My strength is limited, and the people here are wearing thick clothes, so there is no chance of survival.
But just as the woman in the bear hat took a step closer, she heard the sound of screaming wind in her ears. Her outstretched right hand was ripped away by a huge force, and her whole body staggered and hit the stove nearby, followed by severe pain.
All over the body.
"Ah!" The woman in the bear hat suddenly let out a fierce scream. She turned her head to look in horror, and found that her right hand was nailed to the iron plate by the stove with a wooden arrow, and white smoke continued to emit from the back of her hand that touched the hot iron plate.
Roasted to give off a weird aroma.
"Damn it! Why is there still someone there?" The tall man cursed, turned around with a gun, and fired deep into the house. The figure on the kang rolled away from the place the moment the full moon drew his bow and shot an arrow, and was swept over with a kick.
On the table in the wooden house, the second bullet from the shotgun directly destroyed half of the wooden table but no one was hurt.
The figure who fell off the bed was of course the female hunter. She bent down and rushed towards the tall man with a wooden bow in her hand. At the same time, she started to draw the bow fully. The tall man stepped back while loading the double-barreled shotgun. The expressions on both sides were...
The tension was ferocious, and the adrenaline surged in this sudden speed of life and death. The moment the barrel of the gun was closed, the female hunter also rushed in front of him!
He suddenly handed the barrel of the gun forward, and the female hunter also raised the fully drawn wooden bow in her hand.
"Brother! No!" Someone in the wooden house yelled sadly, and the person yelling was the huntress who was nailed to the stove.
The two gun barrels were aimed at the face of the female hunter, but the trigger was not pulled down because the arrow on the wooden bow was also aimed at the neck of the woman in the bear hat in front of the stove.
When a gunshot is fired, a wooden bow is bound to be fired, and two people in this room will die in an instant.
"Who the hell are you?" The tall man lowered his head and stared at the beautiful hunter in front of him with a distorted face. He yelled in Russian. Both he and the woman in the bear hat looked Russian Caucasian.
"It's my turn to ask, who the hell are you? A robber?" The female hunter stared at the tall man and said with a ferocious expression.
"Brother, save me." The woman in the bear hat next to the stove was still wailing. Her left hand had no feeling, and the back of her hand, which was stuck on the iron plate, was scorched black.
"Move the bow and arrow." The tall man growled.
"Move the gun." The huntress said coldly.
"Impossible! Let go first."
"You want me to release the bow?"
"How dare you son of a bitch!"
"I, a son of a bitch, dare to shoot, but you, a bastard, do you dare to shoot?"
"Don't fucking push me!"
"What's wrong with me forcing you? Is that your sister on the stove?"
"Move your fucking bow!"
"You have the guts to shoot!"
Obscene words and angry emotions poured out one after another amidst the crackling of the flames, one after another, until everyone said they were tired and closed their mouths, but the wooden bows and shotguns continued from the beginning.
In the end, there was no movement at all.
The light from the stove casts the shadows of the three people on the ceiling. The bowstring of the bow and arrow trembled slightly. The finger before the trigger was sweating and trembling. The woman in the bear hat was still screaming and wailing. The old hunter on the ground who did not know whether he was alive or dead was dripping with blood.
, even the real blizzard finally arrived at the wooden house at this time, roaring like a dragon outside the house, and the cold war stalemate inside the wooden house was suffocating.
At this moment, everyone in the house suddenly heard a knock on the door, a rhythmic knock on the door.