不觉,腊月将尽,日子愈发慢下来,慢得连烟都散不开。因为这层烟,梨花坪也更为虚幻,房子和树都不寻常,似乎深了许多;路也弯得婉转,让人不敢随便去走。一直不见下雪,霜却比往年还厚,厚得令人哀愁,但并不妨碍杀猪。一过立冬,几乎每个霜晨,马三娃儿都会杀一口肥猪。等猪叫响起,麻子总会往霜地里吐泡口水,朝那惨烈的猪叫骂道,狗日马三娃儿,又在啃猪卵子了!今天该麻子家杀猪。天未亮,唐幺妹儿就起来, Unconsciously, the twelfth lunar month will be done, the days more slowly down, even the smoke can not be separated. Because of this layer of smoke, Pear Huaping is also more illusory, houses and trees are unusual, it seems a lot deeper; road also curved gently, people dare to go. Has not seen snow, frost thicker than in previous years, thickly sad, but does not prevent the killing of pigs. Once the winter, almost every frost morning, Ma Sanwa children will kill a fat pig. Such as the pig sirens, pock will always spit bubble drooling, frowning toward the tragic pig, dog day three horses children, but also eating pig eggs! Today, the pock home kill the pig. Day is not bright, Tang Yao sister up,