As the distance narrowed, I gradually saw through the mist that the so-called people who were walking towards me turned out to be paper figures. Seeing this, I was in a cold sweat, and immediately closed my eyes, because according to the old people, this is the so-called ghost encounter. As for what the hell is in the sedan chair, it is generally impossible to have such a large team. Listening to the sound getting farther and farther, I couldn't help but be curious and secretly leaned on the air window and knocked out, it didn't matter, just saw the team mixed with this cloud of green smoke, accompanied by the high-pitched sound of suona gongs and drums slowly walked away, but at this moment I suddenly saw a head slowly stretched out of the curtain of the side window in the sedan chair, and slowly turned his head to look at me and smiled, it was a white man like flour, with black holes in his eyes, and his age should not be very old, but when he looked at me like this, I suddenly felt chills, and my scalp was numb. In particular, his smiling expression made me very uncomfortable. In this way, he and I actually looked at each other, and knew that a thick fog had drifted by, and the group of centaurs had suddenly disappeared as if they had never appeared.

The pasture suddenly returned to calm, and it was surprisingly quiet outside the tent. Occasionally, I heard a few crickets, but there was no sound anymore. I was lying in the tent, but after what had just happened, I couldn't sleep, and somehow all I could think of was the man's pale face without a trace of blood, with that yin and yang weird smile.

The rest of the night was no longer the slightest bit of the excitement I had had had at the beginning of the afternoon, and I lay down until I saw the sky in the distance begin to turn white, and I hastily put on some thick clothes and walked out of the tent. The morning star in the sky still hangs in the distance. In the distance, the mountains seemed to be slowly revealing light. The morning bird has already gotten up, like a dedicated female singer, yin and yang suddenly hanging their voices. Pulling my vision into the distance, I saw a thin layer of thick fog shrouded in the pasture, and the tent in the distance was not very clear, but I seemed to be sure that I was the first person to be angry. After a few casual steps, his shoes were already covered with dew, and his trouser cuffs were already wet.

After about an hour or forty minutes, a light finally broke through the barrier of the mountain range, and shot straight on the meadow, through the woods, several pillars of light like laser weapons, mixed with mist and heading straight for the target. Looking at the large areas of the pasture that have already looked bright green in the morning sun, and some shady places are still dark, which is incompatible with those places where the sun hits. The temperature is up, steam rises on the surface, and the time is the same as the effect created by the stage, and the flowers and birds dance in it. Like the mysterious fog forest in the fairyland, people can become immortals and Buddhas with them. I couldn't help but be in this rising mist, turned a few of myself thought it was more than a dance, because to be honest, I don't know how to dance, when I was a child, my parents said that my girls should learn to dance or something, but I like to dance with knives and sticks, so now although she is still a cute girl on the surface, she is already a female man.

The sun is coming down, and the temperature is up quickly. I got into the tent and quickly changed into a casual outfit to try to dress myself up as fashionably as possible, and most importantly, I wanted to make myself beautiful. When I got out of the tent, I quickly put it away. Then I carried my luggage and prepared to change campsites, because after last night I thought I should find a place with relatively dense crowds to be more reliable, otherwise often when I am alone, it is too easy to hit ghosts.

Looking at the tents in the distance, there were already people moving outside, so I walked slowly in which direction. Because above the grassland, although it is a grassland, it can be regarded as a small grassland. Looking at the tents, the distance is not very far, but it is a long way to walk. As I passed by the meadow where the ghost team had walked last night, I unconsciously took a closer look to see if there were any traces or clues, and of course I could imagine that nothing had happened to me. But I don't have any loss or sadness, because I can't get away from these things. I don't want to go out on an outing and come into contact with these gods and ghosts. After all, she's still a girl, okay?

"Hi, girl. Good morning," a middle-aged man outside the tent greeted me with a smile as he walked over with this bag.

"Hi, hello." I replied politely. After all, it is not necessarily a good thing for a strange man in this vast meadow to talk to a big girl like me.

"Daddy, Daddy. What do you see this is? A child suddenly came running from not far away and threw himself straight into the man's arms.

"Where did you go, your little hands are dirty." The man said lovingly to the child, and took an unknown black thing in the child's hand on the table beside him.

Looking at the father and son, I was relieved, because in this way I could be sure that this man was not some bad guy who came out to hunt beautiful women in the first place, but just an ordinary family outing. I chose a place not far from them and put up the tent. Then he lay down on a slope, took out a book and read it slowly. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the warm sunshine and fresh air are quite pleasant. Since I didn't have a good rest last night, I didn't read a book for long, and I fell asleep in a drowsy mood.

"Sister, sister. What are you doing? A childish voice came from my ears, and I opened my eyes suddenly, and there was a cute little boy squatting next to me, staring at me, smiling stupidly, and saliva was about to flow over my head with the corners of his mouth. I immediately sat up and looked at the time, and I had been asleep for almost an hour. Putting the book aside, I looked at the little boy next to him, who looked like he was four or five years old. Looking at me with a smile at this time, I couldn't help but laugh for a while, and I still think I'm still very beautiful, and I drool when I look at the little kid.

"Hello, little friend. Why are you so cute? As I spoke, I gently squeezed it with my hand on my chubby little face. It doesn't matter if this pinch is made, this little guy immediately cutes me and I look confused.

"Sister, you're so beautiful." Without waiting for me to react, he came up and gave me a bobo. It covered my face. Of course, I'm very useful. Seeing that the little fairy in front of me was so cute, I also kissed this little baby.

"Xiaobao, why did you run here?" At this moment, a young and beautiful woman in the distance was the mother of the child at first glance. And this child is Xiaobao.

This book was first published in Reading Book Worm