When I went to school the next day, I deliberately went around to the door of Chen's house, and the birdcage in front of her house was empty, and the reed flower that had suffered with me in my dream last night was gone. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sure enough, it was just a dream.

I was a little stunned.

A few days later, after school in the afternoon, and I had just walked out of the school gate, a blackbird flew in front of me, whirred in mid-air, swooped down, circled twice above my head, and stopped on a branch not far away.

As I walked with my classmates, I looked back at it frequently, and it always felt familiar.

As a result, it suddenly turned its head to stare at me, looked at it for two seconds, actually made a vomiting appearance, and quickly flapped its wings and flew away.

A bird is vomiting! I was shocked! What's even more shocking is that I finally remembered that this is the unlucky parrot that was disgusted by Chen Po with me in my dream - Lu Hua.

It completely shocked me, and I was in a trance for the next few days.

Since that day, I haven't seen Po Chen for a long time, and I haven't seen the strange bird again.

I asked my mother if she had ever seen Mrs. Chen, and my mother was very impatient to bombard me to feed the pigs, and said that it was none other than where the lonely old lady went to do anything to us. In my mother's eyes, only my dad and the harvest of the few plots of land on the mountain are important, and as for me and my sister, it is my grandmother who is more in charge. Growing up, she never cared about the troubles I encountered in my studies and growth, so in my last life, I grew into adulthood like a weed without growing crooked, which was also quite lucky.

However, because of her hard work, my family's life is not bad, and in the village, it is relatively wealthy. I often come to my house to borrow money for the Chinese New Year or to borrow tuition fees for my children. At this point, I have to thank my mom, although she didn't give us much love, but at least she didn't give us enough food and clothing.

Autumn is the season of autumn harvest.

The corn harvested in the field was piled up into a mountain, and my mother cleaned it up and dried it on the balcony for two days, and then pushed it all to my grandmother. At night, in the dim yellow light, take a large bamboo plaque and put it in the middle, on which is placed a bunch of corn cobs, and everyone breaks the corn kernels together. These are carefully selected and then ground into corn flour for the family's breakfast in the coming year - cornmeal corn tortillas.

In my last life, I really hated breakfast.

Until I was 16 years old, when I arrived in the city, I never ate again. More than ten years later, I occasionally ate a simple meal of corn grain, and I thought it tasted really good.

At that time, there was no entertainment, the whole family gathered around breaking corn and chatting about the family's shortcomings, and I liked to listen to them tell the story of the village.

The surname Fengxi Ye belongs to the Dongguan clan of the Ye clan in Jiyang, and moved from Nanjing to Taoyuanwu in Huicheng during the Tang Taihe period.

In the 28th century, the Duke of Chun moved from Taoyuanwu outside the east gate of Huicheng to Miaoqian Village and gave birth to six sons. In the 29th, Duke Yu moved to Fengxi and gave birth to four sons. The family power developed rapidly, and the four brothers donated 400 taels of silver to the main ancestral hall at a time.

The first ancestor of Fengxi is Cichun, the second ancestor is Yiyu, and there are four large houses, and most of us are now in the second room.

Maple Creek Village, as the name suggests, is a lot of creeks and maple trees. But in fact, it was not originally called that name.

Fengxi was called Fengchuan in ancient times, and it was called Fengchuan in the Republic of China. Now there are also local names such as Cen Xiafeng's buttocks.

It is said that there were four guardian gods in the village earlier, the ancestral hall of the temple at the entrance of the village is the phoenix god, the old house of my second aunt is the screw god, the back mountain is called the dragon, and the front mountain is called the snake wang.

I deliberately asked again, why is it called the screw god? I've only heard of the snail girl.

Grandma said that because the screw has many children, the children develop quickly. She didn't know the specific situation, these were all stories told to her when her grandfather was still alive.

Because there is more phoenix urine, it is easy to collapse, and the temple at the entrance of the village often collapses, and then there is no way, so a temple was built at the entrance of the village, and the name of the village was changed to Fengxi.

This has been safe until now.

Our village is said to have seven or eight hundred people at the most prosperous time, and then gradually declined, to the age of my last life, listening to my grandmother, it is estimated that there are only more than 100 people, or during the Chinese New Year. The young people who had some ability bought houses in the city and moved away with their families. The rest are basically working in other places for many years, usually only some elderly people are at home, and children are rarely seen, and they are basically taken by their parents and sent to school.

The whole village is built on the mountain, surrounded by mountains on three sides, from the top of the opposite mountain, it can be clearly seen that there are several streams from top to bottom, cutting the village into pieces, there are countless small streams and ditches and puddles in the village, the mountain village is not compared to the plain, and the draft water has to be drilled wells. Mountain villages are full of ditches and puddles, and the puddles are generally not large.

There are big maple trees in front of and behind the village, especially at the entrance of the village, there is a stone road about thirty or forty meters long and more than three meters wide. In my memory, the thick maple trees are all over the road, and the tall and thick branches cover the road, and the branches and leaves are dense, and no matter how strong the sun is, it can't penetrate it, only a little spot of light on the ground. Even if it's dog days, walking on this road is cool.

But the people in the village don't like to enjoy the shade here, because there is a mound of graves in the maple forest outside the road.

In order to suppress the land temple on the roadbed, I heard my grandmother say that during the ten years of catastrophe, a Bodhisattva was dragged to the playground and all of them were set on fire, leaving only an empty foundation.

Since then, there have been some anecdotes. It is said that someone in the village came home in the middle of the night, but the next day he was found kneeling in front of the original temple eating soil, and when he was found, he was still eating, and he was almost suffocated to death. After being rescued home, he was sick for several days, and when I asked him again, I said that I couldn't remember anything.

In the seventies, there were no shops in the village, and all goods were sold by foot traders. It is said that there was a merchant who often came to the village, and once he was a little tired from walking to the entrance of the village, and when he saw a big tree lying on the ground by the roadside, he put down his burden and sat on it and smoked a cigarette. At that time, people smoked hookahs, and the bongs were long and stuffed with tobacco. After a while, he knocked the cigarette gun on the top of the tree, and after knocking the cigarette gun clean, he carried the burden into the village.

After entering the village, in the trading room, I occasionally chatted with the villagers, saying: When did the old elder have such a big tree at the head of your village, and no one repaired it when it fell on the side of the road, and the wood was old and strong, so it was a pity to throw it away.

The villagers were very strange, so they went back to the entrance of the village with him, but found nothing. Then someone remembered that there was a rumor in the village that there used to be a very big snake that blessed the village, but then it never appeared again because it was struck by thunder.

It is said that only the unlucky and unlucky will see it.

When the merchant heard this, he was so frightened that he immediately went home, and he was never seen again. It is said that after returning home, he fell ill and died within a month.

It is said that Ye Xiaomeng's grandfather was once found eating soil by the stream at the foot of the village, and he didn't know why he went there in the middle of the night. I heard from the old people in the village that there was a big frog, the size of a child, that often cries like a child in the middle of the night, and that those who return late will encounter it if they are unlucky. Ye Xiaomeng's grandfather later had a serious illness, and then married her grandmother and gave birth to several sons. He died when he was fifty or sixty years old. I heard my grandmother say that it was because their family was too imposing, and generally the evil cult couldn't hurt even if it was close, so he had to wait until he was weak to start it.

I've always wondered that the snake is so big, it is said that the head is at the entrance of the village and the tail is at the end of the village. Our village is built on a mountain, in a semi-arc shape, how does the snake's tail pass through the village, arcing to the front recess at the end of the village?

An unsolved mystery.

Every time I heard this story when I was a child, I was very confused, and I was still very confused when I grew up.

I'm dreaming again.

It was still a dark and dreary day, and I walked alone along the gravel path to the foot of the mountain, with scattered graves on both sides. The surrounding area of our village is the vegetable fields of various families, and when people in the village die, relatives are graves nearby for the convenience of worship. As soon as Qingming arrives, the sound of firecrackers and incense ash to worship ancestors floats over the entire Fengxi Village.

I didn't know where I was going, my reason told me to go home, but my feet were firmly going down, I saw the vegetable fields on both sides, the green cucumber vines and winter melon vines and eggplants, I even reached out and touched the eggplant, and said to myself, yes, it's quite real. I don't really understand why I did it.