In the middle of the night, in the wilderness, the five fingers of the hand are missing, and the cold wind is blowing.

The child stood there, staring blankly at the darkness in front of him, as if some kind of mystery was calling him in the darkness.

"Click", a lightning bolt rushed to his face, so dazzling and bright, for a moment, there was only that bright white in his eyes.

Grandma said that this is the heavenly Lei Gong who is angry, he has a hammer and something like a chisel. Every time he quarreled with his mother-in-law, he took the pair of things and beat them in the sky, making all kinds of noises, and warned the people on the earth that he was angry!

But when he told his grandmother this story, his grandmother touched his little head and said with a smile: Wood, Lei Gong is not angry, but doing the right thing for heaven. Every once in a while, Lei Gong and his wife will come out and chop those monsters and bad guys into charcoal!

This statement made him even more convincing, because the old locust tree at the back of the village was split into charcoal!

The old people in the village said that it was because there was an old monster living in the tree! He had seen the monster, with its long branches, dancing all over the sky when the wind came, accompanied by a loud noise!

He'd seen lightning countless times, and it was like a flickering oil lamp, it would go out when it was lit! He rubbed his eyes, letting the whiteness that had remained in his eyes melt away.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that the black curtain in front of me seemed to be torn apart by that lightning, and a vast breath came to my face, and the starry sky was shining in front of me, as if sitting on the edge of the valley on a summer night, looking up at what I saw in the sky.

The child carefully stepped into the void, only to feel that his body was empty, and his feet were soft, like stepping on a pile of cotton in autumn.

Gradually, the whole person seemed to be evacuated, and was rolled into a whirlpool with the churning air flow around him.

Just when he was at a loss, everything around him seemed to freeze for an instant, and even the lightning emitted branches and stayed in the air. A small ball with a bewitching and soft glow, gently, leisurely, burrowed through his eyes.

"Yikes!" The child was extremely frightened, his whole body stiffened, and he involuntarily closed his eyes, but there seemed to be a strong light breaking through his eyes and spraying out, and there was a white expanse in front of him!

After a long time, the fear in the child's heart gradually disappeared, he was surprised that he was still alive, this feeling, and made him a little happy, opened his eyes, only to see a vast, extremely ugly and desolate land, full of potholes, more ugly than the face of the next village Ermazi! Well, Er Mazi deceived himself about a popsicle last time, and he can't be so stupid in the future!

The child thought indignantly, looked up, but was surprised to find that there was an equally ugly and desolate earth on his head, the same full of potholes! It's like the ground reflected in the mirror, so close that it seems to be within reach, but the child knows that even with the longest bamboo pole in the village, he can't reach it!

He had poked himself in the mirror with his hand, but there was nothing but cold, hard glass.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Just as he was full of curiosity, there was a messy and loud noise in the distance, accompanied by the shaking of the earth.

He looked at the place where the sound came from tremblingly, and in the distance, there seemed to be many huge black shadows intertwined, like when the village was playing an open-air movie, it was accidentally illuminated on the head behind the white cloth, and the shadows shook slightly, but he couldn't see what it was.

"Roar—" "Ah—"

Soon, all kinds of screams and screams poured into the child's ears, and his heart was suddenly filled with fear! He'd seen this happen to him, when he fought with the next village, it was such a messy roar. He crouched down, as if he saw countless feet puffing on the ground, shaking up puffs of dust.

He was so frightened that he held his head and lay there trembling, pouting his ass and trying to bury his head in the ground, which he learned in the movies, where people are all looking at the enemy like this.

Countless footsteps around him, each one was like a drum, and the vibration of the earth was transmitted to his heart, "Bang-" "Bang-"

"Ahh He tried to open his eyes wide, and looked between the gaps in his arms, and saw the tiles of the roof, shining in the moonlight, and all he heard in his ears was the sound of his own heartbeat, which sounded chaotically, just like the gongs and drums when he visited the master during the Spring Festival!

OK! It's a dream!

It seems that I saw those old men just now, and my grandmother said that they live in heaven and will go back for an annual meeting every year, and they will compete with each other to receive more gifts this year! Could those people just now be that the old men were not convinced in the sky and fought?

The people in the village call him wood, he thinks that those people are wood, and he visits the master every year, but only he knows that the master is alive. Those people were proud to be able to catch the old man's clothes, and every year they had to fight to snatch the old man's belongings, so that the back of his arms was clattering, his nostrils and forehead were bloody, his eyes were like the people in the city wearing glasses, and the old man's clothes were torn, his hats were torn, and even his beard was stripped naked.

However, they do not know what to say, and only when people come and go, the faces of these old men are wooden, colorful, expressionless, and compassionate. After the crowd receded, the old men wrapped in golden, brown, and red faces, clearly crying and laughing, and sometimes grinning in pain!

As the child thought about it, he gradually lost hearing the sound of his heartbeat, and the snoring of his parents came from him.

They said that he was born from his mother's armpit, and when Laishun's mother next door was about to give birth to Laishun's sister, he stared at Laishun's mother's armpit every day, but he only saw wisps of hair, and could smell a sour smell of sweat, but he didn't find any gaps.

On this issue, he studied it for a long time with the flower sister in the same alley, but there was no result.

Is it only adults who have those hairs? Can you have a baby after having hair?

After giving birth, you're going to get old, right? Slowly those hairs are going to turn white? And then it falls out like hair? And then die? Like Sister Flower's grandmother, lying motionless in a coffin? In short, I can no longer comb my sister Hua'er's hair, and I can no longer take out two dimes for them to buy melon seeds to eat.

If you smell the smell of adults in the air, is this the smell of your parents? An inexplicable sadness suddenly came to the child's heart, listening to grandma say that everyone will die, and the parents who exude a familiar smell around them will also die one day, right? Where will they go? I'm going to die, right? Where will you go?

These dead people are going to become masters too, right? Like the old lady in the small temple in the middle of the village, sitting there with a straight face, smoky, unhappy, only in the dead of night, poking her head out of the smoke to breathe fresh air.

The thought of their parents becoming cold and no longer having this familiar smell filled the child's heart with fear. What should I do then?

In the midst of this fearful doubt, the child gradually fell asleep.

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The second day, a sunny day.

Life goes on, and last night's dream gradually fades away in the long years......

It's just that, it seems that from this night, the child is always in a trance from time to time, as if a scene is happening around him, vaguely seen in a dream, grandma laughed that he was in the previous life when he crossed the bridge, did not drink enough Meng Po soup, and left a mouthful.

As the years go by, the child grows up and falls into all kinds of joys and sorrows, and the moments when this feeling arises are less and less, less and less......

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Yan Wu Zhai: 12547047 (Q group number), the blooming urban fantasy song~~

Welcome all book friends who like Baolu Tianxing to join and carnival together!

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