Zhang Mengqi left the old man and continued to walk towards the town. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe shops in the town are closed, not open normally, and most of the houses are closed, which is strange everywhere.

Seeing that it was getting late, he neither replenished food nor asked for directions, so he had no choice but to return the same way.

The old man was still sitting by the door and did not leave.

"Why don't you leave!" The old man suddenly scolded, and Zhang Mengqi was startled.

"It's getting late now, and I'm afraid I'm going the wrong way." No matter what kind of tone the old man said, Zhang Mengqi still replied politely.

"Then you come with me, don't mess around anymore." After the old man finished speaking, he carried the bench and walked into the house.

"Close the door." When Zhang Mengqi walked into the courtyard gate, the old man didn't look back and said another word.

"Oh." Although the old man is not like a wicked person, he is always vigilant, after all, this town is too weird.

When Zhang Mengqi closed the door and followed the old man to the house, he saw that there were two more people in the house. It was an old woman and a young child, and the two of them were a little trembling, as if they were very scared.

"Old man, why did you bring outsiders into your house?" The old woman said.

"It's okay, I'll leave tomorrow morning." The old man replied.

Zhang Mengqi didn't understand what was wrong with them, why were they so afraid of outsiders? Looking at the current situation, it is estimated that I can't ask why. Patience and wait and see what happens.

The child was a boy of seven or eight years old, cowering, as if frightened. He leaned on the old woman, his hand grasping the placket of his clothes, and he never let go.

Dinner is porridge steamed buns, and the dish is pickles, and it can be seen that the old couple is having a hard time. The old man took out two eggs from the stove and gave one to his grandson and one to Zhang Mengqi. Zhang Mengqi pushed and put it next to the little boy's bowl.

It's not the past, and ordinary people don't live so hard, is there any hardship here?

"Little brother, what about your parents?" After Zhang Mengqi finished eating, she deliberately asked the little boy at the table.

When the little boy heard Zhang Mengqi's question, he quickly hid behind his grandmother, showing only one head and a very frightened expression.

"His parents work in other places and only come back once a year. After eating, you can rest and leave early tomorrow morning. The old man didn't give Zhang Mengqi a chance to inquire, and arranged for Zhang Mengqi to rest on the cot in the house. The two of them slept in the same bed with the little boy and put the little boy in the innermost place.

It was late at night, and the two old men did not sleep, but only sat on the bed. Zhang Mengqi was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep.

"Will you come tonight?" The voice of the old woman trembled.

"Shhhh Don't talk nonsense. The old man stopped his wife's speech, looked at Zhang Mengqi's bed, saw that there was no movement, and then whispered.

"If I come again, I will fight for my life to protect my grandchildren."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at the little boy in the bed lovingly. The old woman on the side couldn't help crying and sobbing constantly.

"Weeping and mourning!" The old man scolded in a low voice, and the old woman immediately stopped sobbing, turned her face to the bed, and secretly wiped her tears.

"Hey!" The old man also let out a long sigh and shook his head.

The more they are like this, the more curious Zhang Mengqi becomes, although curiosity kills cats, everyone has curiosity.

The two old men didn't sleep until dawn, and Zhang Mengqi didn't sleep either, he wanted to know what made the two old men so frightened, so scared and worried.

But it backfired, nothing happened overnight, and Zhang Mengqi waited all night.

When it was dawn, the old man prepared some steamed buns for Zhang Mengqi, and then issued an eviction order.

Zhang Mengqi knew that he couldn't ask the result, so he had to take the steamed bun, thank you and leave.

"It's an honest child, the sooner you leave, the better." The old man looked at Zhang Mengqi's back, as if he was talking to the old woman next to him, and he was also talking to himself.

Although Zhang Mengqi left, she pretended to leave. He took refuge in the neighborhood and waited for the night to come. The old man took him in and prepared dry food for himself, Zhang Mengqi wanted to repay the kindness of this meal.

Looking at the town from outside the town, there is basically no one going out, it is bleak and desolate, and an ominous atmosphere is shrouded in the sky over the town.

Although the town is small, it is also a town, and it will not be so bad, and the people in the town are so timid and afraid of things, afraid of things like mice, they dare not go out! If you don't understand the Tao inside, you can't solve the mystery of the town, so you decide to stay for a day and find an old man to stay in the evening to find out what happened.

When it was getting dark, Zhang Mengqi came to the old man's house again, and the old man was still sitting at the door, and he was very surprised to see Zhang Mengqi appear.

"Why are you back again?!"

"I left this morning, and I found myself walking back here as I walked, so I came to trouble the old man again." Zhang Mengqi used the excuse of getting lost to dispel the old man's suspicions.

"Hey! Is it fate or your fate is not good, how can you return to our town again. The old man sighed, and kept babbling, and he heard that there were no good words, but there was worry in his words.

"Grandpa, what's going on in this town? Why are you so afraid? Zhang Mengqi couldn't help but ask the question in her heart.

"Don't ask, come in with me." The old man walked into the house with his stool as usual.

Zhang Mengqi hurriedly followed, and did not forget to close the door before entering.

Entering the house, Zhang Mengqi found that the little boy from last night was lying on the bed, trembling all over. The old woman kept comforting the child at the bedside, so that the child should not be afraid.

Maybe this child just opened the gap in the old man's heart knot and decided to try it on this child.

"Little brother, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Mengqi stepped forward calmly and asked patiently.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid." The little boy shuddered as he spoke.

"You stay away from him, he is caused by heart palpitations, and he will get better slowly." The old man didn't pay too much attention to it, and said lightly.

"Grandpa, this is the end of the matter, can you tell me the reason?" Zhang Mengqi once again explored the secret from the old man, hoping to get the result.

"Hey! Since you have turned around for a day and then come back to me, it means that we are destined, and I will tell you about it. After listening to it, I will treat it as if I have not heard it, and leave tomorrow. The old man repeatedly asked Zhang Mengqi to leave, and it seemed that there was still an unknown danger inside.

This town is nameless, a nameless town. Due to its remote location, inconvenient transportation, and closed traffic with the outside world, it is a remote town. The town was originally named Nameless Village, and later renamed Nameless Town, the village is nameless, and the town is nameless.

"Nameless Village? Nameless Town? Zhang Mengqi read out the name with the old man.

"Yes, the village is nameless, and the town is nameless." The old man looked sad.

"Grandpa, you go on." Zhang Mengqi didn't want to interrupt the old man's words, so she moved a stool and sat next to the old man.

"Hey! Although the village is nameless, it is actually famous, this is a legend from a long time ago, so I will talk about it. ”

Legend has it that the nameless village is not called the nameless village, but the celebrity village. Because of Murakami's talents, celebrities are produced.

During the Tang Dynasty, there was a talent who was well-known in the north and south of the country. He made a poem for this reason, the poem cloud: Flowers bloom in all directions, and no one picks them; When it is time to pick the flowers, the flower mud is waiting for the flowers to bloom.