In the seventies of the twentieth century, in a remote mountainous area of China, there were small villages and towns located in the mountains, which was the poorest rural area in China, with inconvenient transportation and underdeveloped economy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the life in the countryside is very hard, the environment of the countryside is excellent, the scenery is beautiful, the paddy fields are connected together, green, planted with green water seedlings, the adults are busy working in the fields, the children are playing on the ridges, and several domestic dogs are chasing the children and running in the fields, a harmonious scene.

As the sun sets, the peasants, who have been busy all day, carry hoes and chat with each other and walk towards the village.

In the weeds on the side of the road, a baby, only five or six months old, was wrapped in a thin quilt, this is a boy, looks pink, his skin is white and red, quite cute, but the little body that is wrapped is full of purple and purple pieces, covering the whole body, the little boy's breath is very weak, his eyes are closed, only five or six months old, such an age should be in the arms of his parents and family, enjoying the warmth, but at this moment the little boy is cold, and his little face shows a painful look, One of his small hands stretched out of the covers, and the small hands seemed to be trying to grasp something, babbling and screaming.

"Look, there's a little baby here." The villagers who were passing by found the little boy and gathered around him.

Immediately, a woman picked up the little boy and said with some distress: "Whose child is this, how can it be left here?" Such a cute little boy, this is really ruthless as a parent. ”

But when she opened the little boy's quilt and saw the purple marks, the woman's face changed greatly, and the hands holding the little boy trembled, and she almost couldn't help but throw away the little boy, those purple marks looked too weird, at first glance they were just pieces of marks, very ordinary, as if they were pinched by someone's two fingers, but when she looked at them again, those marks were like a pattern, a mysterious and complex pattern, like some kind of seal, and when I finally looked at it, these marks became a face, a vague and strange face.

"Throw him away, it's an ominous baby." All the onlookers saw the purple marks on the little baby's body, and said that in the Chinese countryside in the seventies, the feudal ideology was still very strong, and the villagers couldn't help but think about it when they saw the weird purple marks on the little baby.

"Don't, it's just a little baby, these should be birthmarks, it's not a bad thing, he's still so young, he will be punished if he loses it, take him back to the village and raise him." Said a soft-hearted woman.

"What do you know, the women's family, how could such a little baby appear in this remote mountain village for no reason, we all know the roots of several villages within a radius of dozens of miles, which family has a woman to give birth to a child, we don't know? This child must be the embodiment of an ominous person, maybe a ghost baby, reincarnated as an adult, you can see by looking at the marks on his body, if you bring him to the village, it will bring bad luck, throw him away, Ezmida Fu, Bodhisattva bless. Most of the villagers had this idea, and then with the unanimous decision of everyone, several adult men went into the depths of the mountain with the little boy in their arms and left him there.

However, a couple quietly followed the adult men, a middle-aged couple, approaching fifty years of age, with gray hair and no children under their knees.

"The head of the house, I see that the little boy looks cute, not like the incarnation of a ghost baby, I can see the block mark on the body clearly, like a birthmark, the villagers say it is too serious, the head of the house, I mean 。。。。。。" The middle-aged woman and her husband hid in the grass and said without saying anything.

"Old woman, I know what you mean, hey, our old couple has almost half of their lives, there is no lack of anything, the only regret is that they did not give birth to a baby, besides, there are ghosts and gods in the world, they are all feudal superstitions, you and I are also people who have read books for a few years, how can we believe these, hey。。。。。。" The middle-aged man said with a heavy sigh.

"In charge, let's take that little boy home and raise him, just throw him away, what a pity。。。。。" The middle-aged woman looked at her husband expectantly and said, looking at the little boy with pity.

"That's what I meant, otherwise I wouldn't have come here."

And just like that, the middle-aged couple carried the little boy home.

"Alas, you have heard, the two members of the Zhao family took that baby home." There were dozens of families living in the small village, and the word spread quickly, and the villagers gathered together to talk about it.

"It's no wonder that the Zhao family is almost fifty years old, seeing that most of their lives have passed, but they don't even have a man and half a woman, now that they have such a child, how can they not be tempted。。。。。。" Some villagers said in understanding.

"However, that boy is an ominous person who will bring bad luck." Some villagers also said worriedly.

"Then what can I do, the Zhao family has already brought the child back, and they can still snatch the child out by force, and throw it again, that will offend the Zhao family, besides, that's just our speculation, we can't 。。。。。。take it seriously." Some villagers said helplessly.

If it were someone else, the villagers would not have to snatch the child out of the hands of the Zhao family and throw it far away, but the Zhao family is different, they were not originally locals here, ten years ago, the Zhao family moved to this village and settled here.

I heard that the Zhao family is a big city people, because they are tired of the life of the big city, so they found here, these two people are knowledgeable, know a lot, the rural conditions in that era are particularly backward, the child was born and even a place to go to school, after the Zhao family came, took the initiative to take on the important task of teaching and educating people, teaching children to read and write, won the respect of the people of ten miles and eight towns.

And Lao Zhao seems to have a whole body of ability, not only do a beautiful carpenter work, but also build a house, repair the road has a hand, which villager wants to make a table, bench, or bed or something, all come to Lao Zhao, which family wants to build a house or something, all come to Lao Zhao, villagers will often see, Lao Zhao is holding a drawing, on which is painted complex architectural drawings, telling the villagers what to do and what not to do.

In short, Lao Zhao's family is also a big celebrity in the major villages within a radius of dozens of miles, a capable, head and face, and even several village chiefs respect him for three points.

The Zhao family's house is actually quite far away from the village, a few miles away, it is a two-story building, all made of bricks, at that time it was specially pulled by Lao Zhao from the city a hundred miles away, designed and built by himself, which was already a mansion in the countryside at that time, and it was a symbol of strength and status.

The village all took the Zhao family as an example and wanted to build a two-story building, so the Zhao family brought the child back, and the villagers didn't dare to do anything.

Three years have passed, and the baby is three years old, and he can already run on the ground, and the old couple named the child Dusty Wind on the day they brought it back.

"Daddy, mother." Xiao Chenfeng happily called the two members of the Zhao family, and circled around the two of them, cute and unpleasant, looking pink and tender, and the purple marks on his body seemed to have faded a lot as he grew up.

"Alas, good boy, my dear darling." The old couple listened to Xiao Chenfeng's milky cry, and their hearts bloomed with joy, as if they were ten years younger.

"Mother, mother." Xiao Chenfeng opened his hands, and every time at this time, the old couple would happily pick up Xiao Chenfeng and kiss him on his tender white face.

"Huh." The old couple smiled like flowers, and their hearts were indescribably satisfied.

But when Xiao Chenfeng was three years old, on a quiet night, there was a scream of fear in the small building of the Zhao family.

The villagers were awakened by this heart-rending cry and hurried to the Zhao family's house.

When they arrived, the two members of the Zhao family were already dead of anger, and there was still a look of fear on their faces, and their eyes were wide open, as if they had seen something incredibly terrifying.

And the three-year-old Xiao Chenfeng, sitting next to the two, with tears on his little face, kept shaking their arms, and called softly in his mouth: "Daddy, mother, wake up quickly, mother。。。。。。 ”

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