吃鬼肉

今晚如约而至，照旧听老爷子讲故事。

老爷子好酒，让我陪他喝。
他说他年轻时爱喝酒吃肉，就给我讲了一个吃鬼肉的故事。

我二十多岁的时候，整天喝得烂醉。
一天，我在山里打猎，打到几只野兔，就在草棚子里用火烤着吃，边吃边喝酒。

吃着喝着，不知道从哪儿冒出来个美女陪我喝酒吃肉。
那女孩子真美，艳若桃花。
不，比桃花还美，简直就是桃花她妈。

我们喝着吃着，真是痛快淋漓。

吃喝到半夜时分，两人都醉了，我醉得浑身欲火，她醉得腮红眼迷蒙。
这时肉了，肉吃光了。

有酒没肉，那多煞风景啊。

我有些尴尬。

不能慢待美女，我走到草棚子外面方便一下，拿猎枪准备打猎物时，美女喊道：“别忙！回来吃肉啊。
”

她向我扬着一块儿烤肉。

我很疑惑，肉不是吃完了吗？怎么还会有肉？我不解地望着她，继续跟她吃喝起来。

我想，等她喝到烂醉时，我跟她温存一番，想到这儿，浑身血液沸腾起来。

没一会儿，肉没了。

“我来！”她说着，挥起砍刀，咔嚓，砍掉自己的一只胳膊，在火上烤起来，我当时吓傻了，酒也醒了。

“你这是……”我吓得浑身冒冷汗。

“吃！”她把带血的胳膊塞给我，让我吃。

“这……”我拿着胳膊浑身发抖，递给她，“这是你的东西，还……还是你吃吧，我享受不了。
”

“我这儿有。
”她说着，咔嚓一刀，砍掉自己的腿放在火上烤，我吓得灵魂出窍，赶紧找个借口跑了。

听完老人家的故事，我问他：“鬼肉的味道怎么样？”

他笑笑说：“当时烂醉如泥，味道早忘了，也不敢记得啊。
”

Introduce:Tonight as agreed upon and to, unaltered listen to lord child taletelling.
Lord child good wine, let me accompany him to drink.
The love when he says he is young drinks eat the meat, told the story of a flesh having sinister plot to me.
I am more than 20 years old when, drink blottoly all the day.
A day, I hunt in hill, hit a few hare, baking with fire in careless shed eat, the edge eats an edge to drink.
Eating to be being drunk, do not know to appear from where come a belle accompany me drink eat the meat.
That girl is really beautiful, if,admire peach blossom.
Not, more beautiful than peach blossom, it is peach blossom simply her Mom.
We are being drunk eating, it is delighted dripping wet really.
Eat and drink midnight time, two people are intoxicated, I am drunk all over desire fire, she is drunk cheek is red-eyed and misty.
At this moment the flesh, fleshy dispose of.
Wine does not have the flesh, that is much more unpleasant.
I am a little awkward.
Cannot wait for a belle slow, I go to the outside of careless shed convenient, when taking shotgun to prepare to make prey, the belle cries: "Fasten busy! Come back to eat the meat.
" she is worn to my raise at the same place barbecue.
I am very interrogative, is the flesh to eat? How can you still have the flesh? I indissoluble the ground is looking at her, continue to eat and drink with her.
I think, wait for her to be drunk blotto when, I follow her kind one time, think of here, all over haemal boiling rises.
Do not have a little while, the flesh was done not have.
"I come! " she is saying, brandish removes chopper, ka Ca, cut oneself arm, bake on fire rise, I am frightened at that time foolish, wine also woke.
"You this is …… " I am frightened so that risk cold sweat all over.
"Eat! " she fills in the arm that takes blood to me, let me eat.
"This …… " I am taking arm to quiver all over, hand her, "This is your thing, returning …… still is you eat, I am not enjoyed.
" " have here.
" she is saying, one knife of Ka Ca, the leg that cuts oneself is put on fire to bake, I am frightened the soul gives a key to do sth, looked for an excuse to run rapidly.
Hear the story of a respectful form of address for an old person, I ask him: "The flavour of ghost flesh how? " he laughs laugh say: "Pickled at that time, flavour forgot early, also dare be not written down.
Also dare be not written down.
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