Inmama apologized, picked up the pistol, grabbed Vichy by the collar, dragged him to the door, let him sit on the steps, and then just turned around and went into the store to buy things. I didn’t want to do this. The shopkeeper had already squatted behind the counter with a shotgun and pointed the gun at the door.
Let’s go. He said I don’t even have three silver coins here, but anyone who wants to take it will kill him.
Inman put his hand forward.
He’s a fool, Inman said, stepping backwards
The rain has been whining in Weixi, trying to stop until the rain is smaller. Inman is squatting at the bottom of the pine tree and wearing a damp-proof cloth. No, Weixi complains that she wants to keep going forward, hoping to find a barn suitable for sheltering from the rain, but none of them can be found. Later, a fat slave girl comes across the road. She wears a soft catalpa leaf to make a huge rain hat. But when she walks in the rain, she holds an umbrella like a drop of water. At first glance, Inman and Inman are evading military service and tell them that an inn owner in front is indifferent to war and will not ask questions.
After about a mile’s walk, they saw the dilapidated coach shop, which was a small roadside place where passengers could change horses for post cars. The front of the pub was painted reddish brown, and two tall oak trees stretched out behind the house. In the pre-war days, the low-rise single-roof wing led to the railway terminal animal market, and the animals were constantly rushing to sell pigs, cows and geese. People spent the night here, but that era seemed to be lost forever. Today, the stalls around the inn were covered with ragweed.
Inman Weixi pushed the door forward and found that it was plugged in, but they could hear the people inside. They knocked on the door, and an eye appeared in the crack of the door panel, and then the latch was lifted. They walked into the room, and there was a strong smell mixed with wet clothes and dirty hair. The room was dark and damp, and none of the windows were lit by the fireplace. Their eyes were not used to the darkness. The priest had stepped forward and smiled as if he were familiar with the old friends. Immediately, he tripped over a low stool and knocked an old man to the ground. At this time, some people were sitting beside several tables in his mother’s house,
They went inside to find a place to sit and wait for their eyes to get used to the darkness. They saw several holes at one end of the ceiling. It should be that the chimney had recently started to burn and the rain had not been replenished. The hole was poured into the fireplace and sprinkled tightly, but it was as wet as the outside. The roots of tourists could not warm themselves by the fire and dry their clothes. The fireplace was so big that it almost ran across a wall, which made people imagine that they must have lived through the flaming past, but now you can cover the fire inside with a saddle cloth.
Not long after, a black prostitute with a big figure came from the back room. She held the bottle in one hand and the five whisky glasses in the other. A thick finger was inserted in each glass mouth. Inman noticed that her right ear was unkempt with a razor in her hair, and a woman with a reddish handle was wearing a leather apron and a tan homespun dress with a low button. When she passed by the dim fireplace, every man in the room turned to look at those strong thighs through the thin skirt. The silhouette of the skirt is just over her knees and muscular calves. Her bare feet are dirty and her skin is black. She is a beautiful woman. Few men who prefer large things would think so. She strolled around the house several times and occasionally poured a glass of wine for the guests. Finally, she came to Inman’s table. She put two glasses full of wine, pulled a chair and sat on her legs. The split skirt shrank to her thighs. Inman saw a white scar on her thighs from her knees until it disappeared into the shadow of a crumpled skirt.
Two gentlemen, she said, at the same time, she looked at them with her eyes and wondered if they could catch any oil and water. She opened her mouth and smiled and exposed her big white teeth and blue gums. The priest drank the wine from the glass and handed it to her. Her eyes were fixed on the huge seam of her breasts. She filled the glass with wine and said what’s your name, baby.
Vichy, he said that Reverend Rohm Vichy had drunk the second glass of wine and kept his eyes fixed on the Grand Canyon. He seemed to be trembling and had plunged into the deep ditch of lust.
Okay, Rohm and Wessey, she said, so tell me what you’re good at.
Not much, he said
Well, it’s honest enough. You don’t look like it either, but how much would you like to spend some time with old Teddy in the back?
I’d like a lot of Vichy to say that his tone is sincere.
But you can’t get up, but it’s still a problem, she said
Hey, you’re not worried about that
Terdi looked at Inman. Do you want to come? She asked.
Go ahead, Inman said.
But before they could get away from a man who was wearing a dirty leather jacket and his heels were ringing, he came from the other side of the room and put his hand on Terdi’s shoulder. He had a red pink tumor on his temple, and it seemed that he was almost drunk. Inman’s first reaction was to see what weapon he had. On one side, he had a pistol on his ass, and on the other side, he hung a scabbard knife, a belt buckle and a foreskin metal rod. The man looked down at Terdi and said, come here, the big guy. If you want to talk, just pull her shoulder.
I’m still doing business here, she said
The man looked at Vichy and grinned. This little guy can’t control this.
When Vichy heard this, she got up and pulled out a Colt pistol from the coat. The posture was to aim at the other person’s belly, but he moved too slowly and obviously. By the time he raised the gun, the other person had already pulled out a pistol and straightened his arm. The muzzle was only one finger away from Vichy’s nose.
Vichy lost his grip, and the barrel hung down. Now if it were a gun, it would hit the man’s foot.
Pick that thing up, Inman said
At the same time, they turned their eyes to Inman. At this moment, Teldi reached out and took the Vichy gun.
The man looked at Vicy and pursed her lips.
You shit-eating dog, he said to Terdi, and then looked at Weixi and said that she just saved your life, because if I killed you in your hands, I would have to take legal action.
Vichy didn’t take it personally. Give me my gun back.
It’s time to shut up. Inman spoke to Weixi but kept his eyes on the man with the pink tumor.