Chapter 18: Memories of Youth (2)

The rain in the sky had long since stopped, and it had come full circle, and the boy had not yet found a place to stay.

As night fell, he heard the sound of firecrackers on the hillside not far away. Curiously, I looked up and found that at some point, the surrounding mountains and fields were lit with candles, which looked like a strange beauty.

"Haha...... Great, there's definitely someone there. He strode towards a small path, and with great difficulty, he finally found the nearest light source.

What he saw in front of him almost scared him to pee, and he suddenly screamed, "Ah......hhh

It's a very rudimentary grave, and the weeds on it have only been cleared up, and it's a mess.

A man dressed in black and gray clothes was kneeling in front of him and kowtowing, babbling some incomprehensible vernacular.

At this moment, being so frightened by the young man that he jumped up and shouted, "Ahhhh......hhh

In a fire pit made of bricks next to it, a man in a black shirt was throwing paper money, paper horses, paper houses, paper people and other things into it.

"What the hell?" the man in the black shirt jumped up as he was startled.

Looking through the faint light of the fire, he vaguely recognized the young man, and thought that he was specially here to take revenge for the day's events, so he quickly picked up the bricks on the ground and threw them at the young man.

It was dark and I couldn't see clearly, and the boy was smashed directly, and the blood on his head suddenly flowed down.

Hunger, cold, fatigue and injury made the one-meter-eight boy completely faint.

The two men in front of the grave had the courage to step forward to check, and the man who kowtowed touched the young man's snort tremblingly, and said with relief: "There is still gas, second child, what should I do?"

After the man in the black shirt came to his senses, he suggested ruthlessly: "This little cub is not small, dare to run to the Savage Mountain alone, there are many wild beasts in the mountains and dense forests here, isn't it normal for something to happen? Let's take advantage of the cover of the night, drag him farther away, and find a place to throw him down." ”

"This ...... This...... It's not appropriate, isn't it? It's a human life, and if someone finds out, we're all done. The kowtow man trembled even more.

They just went up the mountain to worship their ancestors, but they didn't want to break the law and commit crimes and go to the point of no return.

"Hmph, don't throw this trouble away, do you still plan to pick it up and help him heal his injuries? Do you have so much spare money?" The man in the black shirt said impatiently: "Okay, don't ink, throw it away quickly, we won't harm his life, just don't let people suspect that we did it." ”

The kowtow man swallowed his saliva, and when he heard the word recuperation, the money in his pocket automatically popped out of his mind, and the picture of "bang-la-la" spending it like running water couldn't help but shiver again.

Without saying a word, he stepped forward and dragged the boy into the wild meadow. The man in the black shirt pursed his lips, and he didn't bother to taunt his brainless big brother anymore.

The two of them found a large ramp and pushed the boy down from it.

The next morning, the young man was woken up by a group of chirping voices, he turned over, put the quilt on his head, and cursed in a bad temper: "What are you arguing about? Get away from me? I don't know if I'm sleeping, young master?"

His movements were very rude, directly to the wound on the head, he suddenly sat up after consciousness, and looked at the strange room with a surprised expression, the furniture here is very simple, some of it is rotten, it seems that the owner of the house made it himself, and there are some sun-dried mushrooms and animal skins hanging on the wall, the whole style is quite primitive and wild.

He covered his aching forehead, found that there was a dog skin plaster on it, and couldn't help muttering to himself, "What's the matter? Where is this? Who hit me?"

At this moment, I only heard a "creak", and the closed wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and a woman with a disheveled hair walked in, and she didn't look at him, just rummaging through the cabinet in the room, looking busy.

"Ahem...... May I ask you......" As soon as the young man opened his mouth, he saw that the woman suddenly turned to look at him, and it was the girl he had met on the ridge before.

Seeing an acquaintance, he happily lifted the quilt and was about to come forward to ask, but when he saw the girl gasp, he quickly closed his eyes, and when he touched something in his hand, he hit the boy "crackling", shouting while beating, "Ah...... Hooligans...... Shoot you, shoot you......"

The feeling of a cold swishing body made the young man know that he had done something terrible, his face was red, and he quickly got back into the quilt, blocking the girl's attack with the quilt, and explained anxiously: "No...... I'm not a hooligan, you heard, everything was a misunderstanding. ”

"Ah...... I'll kill you...... Kill you stinky rascal......"

The girl couldn't listen to it at all, her mind was full of the very spicy scene she had just seen, and she was so angry that she was about to cry.

She really used all her strength to eat, and the things she threw were scattered everywhere, and they were very hot.

The old man who was boxing in the courtyard outside heard the violent movement in the house, and hurried over, "Oh!

"Woooooooooo......oo Grandpa, he has no clothes on, he wants to bully me, he scares me to death!" the girl hid behind the old man and cried.

"Uh...... You've thrown so many things away for this?" the old man looked around and shook his head amusedly, "Huh...... I can explain this, I took off his clothes. ”

Seeing that someone was in charge of the thorny rose, the young man put down his hand holding the quilt, wrapped himself tightly, and gave the girl a wide eye, "Hear me, I didn't mean to, I was going to be scared to death by you." ”

Thinking of the fright he had received early in the morning, he felt that he had been wronged.

"Hmph!" the girl also gave him a white eye, although it was a misunderstanding, but her eyes and heart were not small and she deserved to be beaten.

The old man touched her hair with a smile, "Okay, hurry up and freshen up, help me boil the pot to reduce inflammation and reduce fire, this kid's head is injured and he has a fever." ”

"Oh!" the girl obediently left, and raised her fist angrily at the boy before going out, making a threatening gesture.

"This kid, isn't he usually so fierce, did you eat explosives?" the old man was not dizzy, he saw it.

Then he sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled down the young man's eyelids and looked at him, broke his mouth and looked at his tongue, and finally grabbed the young man's hand and closed his eyes to feel the pulse.

The series of actions was very fast, and before the boy could react, it was almost over.

The young man didn't like the feeling of being touched by strangers, and suddenly struggled, but the hand was like being cuffed to death, and he couldn't take it out at all, and he shouted angrily: "Hey, old man, you let go of me!"

The old man opened one eye, glanced at him obliquely, closed it again, and said majestically, "Be quiet, help you see a doctor." ”

"Huh...... You old liar, who are you fooling?," said the young man, very viciously.

He has always seen Western medicine, and has little contact with Chinese medicine, but he also knows that doctors have the temperament, gentle and elegant, and knowledgeable, where is the taller, mighty, and rough old man in front of him has, and it is almost the same to say that he is a butcher.

The old man let go of the young man a little unhappily, and said with an indifferent face: "You little doll, why do you speak so viciously? If I were a liar, old man, you should have gone to see Hades last night." ”

"Uh...... Last night...... You saved me?"

Speaking of last night's incident, the young man still had some lingering palpitations, and the brick moving that flew sideways had been dangling in his mind.