The matter was put on hold, and in the blink of an eye, a few days passed, and the wound on my arm was almost healed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Since I was injured, I have been so calm for a few days, if it weren't for the wound on my arm that reminded me, I would have the illusion that what happened in the past few days was a dream. What I've been through in the past few days has made me look exhausted. At dusk that day, when I entered the house from the courtyard, I sat down on a wooden bench, thinking that they were busy somewhere. The room was quiet for a while, but at this time it was already sunset, and the clouds on the side of the setting sun burst out with stripes of crimson glow, like a fish swimming in the sea, occasionally shining with golden scales. A small patch of afterglow on the steps has not yet faded. Gradually, the afterglow became smaller and smaller, and the spots of light slowly faded from shallow to the blue-green moss of the stone steps until they were completely exposed, and the last rays of light disappeared with the setting sun. Everything in the room was hidden in a dull darkness, and people couldn't help but think of other things.

I looked out of the courtyard in a daze, and my eyes became a blur, and I only felt a gray patch outside, and my heart couldn't help but feel sad. I forced myself not to dwell on my grief, but this mixed mix of emotions was not something I could control. No, I couldn't be so sad, I shook my head vigorously, as if trying to get rid of my own bitter thoughts.

At this moment, I was startled by the familiar sound of footsteps outside, and then the chaotic emotions just now also relaxed. This person, especially when he is alone, is also the most cranky time. I saw Bai Lengmian running in with great interest, still holding a few wooden blocks in his arms. I looked at him and thought it was a little strange, what was he going to do? What's the use of holding a big handful of firewood? The more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was wrong, so I asked him, "What are you going to do here?" What's the use of taking so much firewood? "I've been staring at him, and there is a different kind of blur in the dim room, a blur that belongs to the darkness. I saw that his face showed some excitement, and his lips were slightly raised, and I didn't know what could make him look like this, but I was a little curious.

However, his bright eyes, a hint of happiness popped up in his eyes, and he looked at me: "Xiaoqing, let's go to the sweet potatoes in the ridge of the ridge, you help me get some firewood, and I will go to the kitchen to get some oil and salt." After speaking, he handed me some firewood in his arms, and when I heard that there was an urn of sweet potatoes, I jumped up happily and unconsciously smiled. He stopped me suddenly, beckoned to me, and said, "You should go and pick up some straw later, you must not be lazy." I hurriedly nodded and answered. Then I followed him to the place he had spoken, and before I knew it, it was past seven o'clock in the evening.

Grandpa Hu had already built a small black mud pit, next to the small mud pit there was a stone wall made of some gravel, and next to it there were whole chickens plastered with mud, as well as some sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes, cassava, taro, eggs, I saw these, my eyes immediately lit up, I swallowed saliva unconsciously, and my eyes stared directly at the food on the ground. If nothing else, let's just say that sweet potato, the sweet potato in our village is notoriously delicious, probably because of the soil, the sweet potato is sweet but not greasy, golden yellow without roots, take a bite, slippery, secluded, thin, intoxicating and submerged. This memory is detailed into an ambiguous taste, and after trying it, you can remember it for a lifetime.

When the person next to me saw me like this, he also smiled unconsciously, waved his hand directly in front of my eyes, and called me, "You go and pick up some straw around there." Of course, I was happy to do this, and after a while, I hobbled to the place with a pile full of straw, and after the straw pile was placed, I sat on the straw pile with my butt, and watched the two people in front of me toss and turn busy burning the fire. Looking at this scene in front of me, somehow my mood quickly became better, time was constantly passing like this, and before I knew it, the sky had completely turned black. Looking at their busy backs, I couldn't help but have a smile on my face.

Watching the white cold noodles set fire to the mud pit, after about a long time of burning, he pulled out the coals. I saw that he annealed very quickly, and I secretly felt a sense of admiration for him in my heart. He saw me sitting there bored, looking at himself expectantly, his face was a little red, and he took the look in my eyes, but he didn't pay much attention to the red-hot charcoal. After a moment, he said in a casual tone, "Do you know what is the most critical step in this red-hot mud pit?" He looked in my direction, consciously or unconsciously, and looked at me with a strange look on his face.

I shook my head directly, and a pair of eyes stared at him even more intensely, as if urging him to give an answer quickly, but he was not in a hurry, and he didn't reply to me immediately, but checked the mud puddle vigorously, and touched the heat of the soil with his hand from time to time, very seriously. Xu was noticing my eager eyes, so he stopped adjusting my appetite and said slowly: "The most critical action is to clean up all the coals and wood fragments that have not been burned, so as to ensure that chickens, sweet potatoes, etc. will not be scorched by the high temperature of large pieces of charcoal." If this step is ruined, then everything is in vain. He continued, and on the dark ridge of the field came only his tender voice. Then he carefully poked open the top of the urn to avoid collapsing, poked until the bottom of the urn was covered with a layer of mud, put the wrapped mud chicken, sweet potatoes, etc. into the urn, and when it was almost full, he blocked the door of the urn with a large mud block. After putting all the ingredients away, he poked all the mud cubes, crushed them and pressed them lightly a few times, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "You can eat it in about an hour." The master has some things to go back to deal with, and he will come over later. We'll be patient for an hour. I listened to him with a look of anticipation.

Time passed like this second by second, and to be honest, the waiting process was really uncomfortable. Waiting, both mentally and physically, is a long and arduous and bitter process. After a while, I began to be restless, looking left and right with some anxiety, and couldn't help but look up at the sky, sighing boredly, and casually asking, "Isn't it time yet?" How much longer? ”

When he heard my words, he looked at me so bored, shook his head helplessly, but said with concern, "Otherwise, let's go for a walk on the ridge." He pointed to the depths of the ridge and looked up at me, as if waiting for my reply. I answered by the way, got up at once, and dragged him deeper into the ridge.

Tonight is a little dark, it seems to be integrated with the surrounding darkness, the dazed field, the dark sky, lonely and gloomy in the dark night all around, from time to time there is a rustle of wind blowing leaves in the ears, this quiet, it seems to be like a pool of stagnant water, there is no natural erection, only a lifeless breath. It was as if the earth had fallen asleep, and there was silence around it, and what was even more chilling was that there was no moon in the sky and no glimmer of stars, and the darkness seemed to swallow everything, including me and him, and it felt as if I had inadvertently gone into hell. The feeling of being enveloped in darkness made me feel like I was about to be swallowed by it, and I was a little frightened, so I tugged at his arm and motioned for him not to go any further. He also seemed to sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and pulled me back with a fast speed of floating.

However, things often do not go our way, just when we want to go back, vaguely I seem to hear the sound of the music playing, from both sides of the direction of the same sound, this sound is like a mourning song, gradually approaching into my ears, making people creepy.